Those Who Kill (2014): Season 1, Episode 9 - Untethered - full transcript
Thomas tries to keep Catherine under control after the death of her mother proves too difficult for her to handle. A sadistic killer continues to abduct couples.
- Previously on Those Who Kill...
- Your wife has a beautiful singing voice.
Catherine,
you're freaking me out.
Don't make me call the police.
Howard killed my brother.
I'm gonna help you.
Your mother knows.
- Hello?
- Catherine. Your mother.
There's been an accident.
I swear, I'm
never gonna let anything
take me away from
you ever again.
Joff Soika got some bad drugs.
Laced doesn't do it justice.
This spiked
MDMA is very unique.
Space Cowboy.
Didn't you used to
know a guy in Narcotics?
Yeah, I used
to know his brains out.
You didn't
kill Caroline Henson.
There are two people
who know that.
There are three-- you, me,
and the man who sent this.
I think the man who actually
killed Caroline Henson
read my book and was offended.
He sent that
postcard to your house.
I'm working this case, Frank.
I'm staying.
And I'm assigning you
protection.
That's Henson's blood work.
The spike is Ecstasy, MDMA.
- I need a ViCAP search.
- I found 19 women
who went missing from the cities
and dates you gave me,
and 19 men who went missing
with them.
The women all look
the same because
that's what he's attracted to.
And the men?
We should be
checking the sewers.
Abbey and Parker Fulton,
married less than a year.
No one's heard from them.
Please!
No!
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you for coming.
You were such a good friend to her.
Appreciate it.
Thanks for coming.
When you're young
and there's a knock on the door,
you ask, "Who is it?!"
And then, when you're older,
and there's a knock on the door,
you ask, "Oh, who is it?"
But Marie
always answered every door
with hope and warmth,
even when
her firstborn ran away.
She only loved Catherine
and me more.
And she never gave up hope that
David would come home again
some day.
First time I saw Catherine
and David, her children--
that's when I truly
fell in love with her.
To see this bright,
beautiful, single mother,
struggling, fighting,
giving everything
to provide for her children...
it was then that I knew
that she was not only a woman
of uncommon grace,
but of uncommon character,
as well.
And in time, I would realize
that she was the rock
that held our family together.
There would be times when I...
He never would have missed this.
If he were alive, he
would have been here.
Now I'm certain.
My brother's dead,
and Howard killed him.
Please, let me go!
- How's it going?
- Dave.
- Detective Molbeck.
- Pleasure.
Here you go.
What exactly you looking for?
Ravens fans.
Hope you're not
looking for a gun.
Every time you guys
can't find the murder weapon,
they send some poor schmuck
down here to check the traps.
No. We got a killer who
dumps his victims in the sewer.
You ain't gonna find
what you're looking for here.
- Why's that?
- No solids.
Nothing that don't
float makes it this far.
Solids like metal and glass
get filtered out up system.
Wood don't last, neither.
The solvents we pump
in at the north side--
they break down organics,
so, wood, paper, road kill--
it's mush when it
comes through here.
Trap mesh breaks it right up.
So, there's 24 traps down here.
Gonna take you a while
to check 'em all.
Wait. Me?
You're the schmuck
of the day, right?
Those are the schmuck
of the day suits.
If you fall in,
keep your mouth shut.
Have a good one, bud.
Oh, Catherine!
There you are.
Come here. I wanted to
talk to you a minute.
Don't blame yourself.
I mean, you-you
were the brave one.
- You're drunk.
- No, listen.
She was suffering.
And when someone that
you love is in pain,
it doesn't matter whether
it's emotional or physical.
You do what you have to do.
Out of love.
You understand that now.
Excuse me.
I'm-I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Oh, no, no, this
is, um, Sheryl.
This is my daughter Catherine.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm-I'm...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Matthew just wanted
to say good-bye.
Hey, buddy.
Bye-bye, Matty.
Matthew, can you
say hello to Catherine?
Hi.
Hi.
How do you two know each other?
Howard is Matty's big brother.
Mom said
we can't have our playdate
this week.
Matthew. We talked about this.
Oh, well, if you want a
pizza and a DVD right here.
I mean, just the big boys.
- Thanks.
- Huh?
Howard, are you sure?
Yeah, absolutely. Listen,
just, uh, give me a text when
you want me to come pick him up,
and I will be there.
And put your jacket on.
Molbeck recovered remains of
another Space Cowboy victim.
You told him to
search the sewers
for Parker Fulton.
That's where they found him.
What was left.
Parker Fulton was in
a car accident in high school.
He had his L4
and L5 vertebrae fused.
They used a titanium
plate and six screws.
The serial number matches
his medical records.
The PSA guy said nothing heavier
than water can get to that trap.
There should be no metal
in there. They were stumped.
So, the Space Cowboy
cut the Fulton kid up
and floated the pieces
through the sewers?
Well, the induction pipes
are designed
to break up wood
before it gets there, so...
Styrofoam?
It's synthetic. The solvents
wouldn't be able to break it up.
It would still be in that trap.
He's dead.
What's the difference?
Hey. Yeah.
So, just to clarify,
this Joff Soika kid
jumps, dies while on this
unique, powerful form
of Ecstasy, which leads us
to the Space Cowboy,
a genius Ecstasy producer
who happens to be
a frigging genius serial killer
who travels to the same cities
every 19 months, selling drugs
and preying on young couples,
the latest being Abbey
and the late Parker Fulton.
No. He's a serial killer
who makes drugs.
The killing is his thing.
The drugs are just a means
to finance it.
You buried your
mother this morning.
You're emotionally compromised.
Anyone would be.
But there's no
getting around it.
Go home.
No.
That you're even here today
tells me
you're obsessed with this case.
Suddenly obsessed is a problem?
Obsessed doesn't have a family,
doesn't have a social life.
What it does is work 24/7
to close cases
that gets their bosses promoted.
You need me obsessed.
You use me
to make you look good.
So why don't you just back off
and let me do what I need to do?
All right, you're right.
I'm sorry.
I'll go home.
Can I come in tomorrow?
Uh, Space Cowboy is a
producer, not a dealer.
Someone in this town
deals his drugs.
Find out who that is.
Wilkie, you're on Schaeffer's
security detail.
Wait.
The victims...
are like objects to him.
Toys...
to be played with, broken,
and thrown away at will.
So my guess is,
if Abbey Fulton
is still alive...
she won't be for very long.
No...!
Please let me go! No!
- No! No!
- Shh, shh, shh.
I'm not blind.
I can see that you're upset,
and not without reason.
Can I level with you, Abbey?
It's not you.
It's me.
I am sorry, Abbey.
But these things happen.
My brother called.
He works in the
second district court.
This is why I ducked
out of the briefing.
It's a restraining
order on Jensen.
Hasn't been filed yet.
You did the right
thing bringing this to me.
I'll take care of it.
You got currency with me, Jerry.
And I'd like to cash it in.
Don't go too hard on Jensen.
You got currency
bringing me dirt on Jensen,
but you want to spend it
on protecting her?
Look, I didn't bring
this in to hurt her.
And I didn't do
it for currency.
- Why did you bring this?
- So you can fix it.
She's a gifted detective.
You know...
better than me.
And I'm...
man enough to admit it.
That's all.
- You want me to put you with someone else?
- No, sir.
I'm good with Jensen.
Jerry.
All my detectives
have their gifts.
You just demonstrated yours.
Why, why...
Why do I send you that?
Thomas Schaeffer.
I know you
'cause you wrote about me.
Yeah, you wrote about me
in your book.
Oh.
Hey. Hey, you.
You smug, self-satisfied...
Those who can, do...
You know the rest.
You...
You think that you're serious.
Oh.
"Police and profiling expert..."
You're an expert now?
Expert.
_
You think you know me?
You don't know me.
Hello?
Wilkie?
You have reached 5-5-0...
You have reached the Schaeffers.
Thomas?
You in there?
Uh, are you okay?
I'm, uh... fine.
Did Wilkie see you come in?
I don't know.
You wrote that serial killers...
are most likely to kill again
immediately following
an emotional stressor.
Anything that threatens
their sense of control.
Divorce, loss of a job,
death in the family.
Death of a spouse?
There aren't rules that
they follow, Catherine.
It's a pattern that emerges if
you study a large enough sample.
I don't think
today's the right day
- for you to be doing this.
- You also wrote...
that serial killers
and serial sex offenders
- follow mostly the same patterns.
- Yes,
but I was describing a
spectrum of behavior,
not a one-to-one
correlation.
Just because your mom
died doesn't mean
that Howard's gonna
rape a child.
Do pedophiles react to stressors
the same way serial killers do?
Then I know
who he's going after.
I've seen him.
And I'm gonna stop Howard
before he does it to that kid.
Okay, there's a
resemblance to David.
But it doesn't mean
that he's gonna molest him.
- You can't accept that I'm right.
- No. You can't accept that
there are no easy answers here.
You don't have
any answers at all!
Maybe if you do,
you don't trust me with them.
No, that's not it.
You stood there
in that basement
and you promised me
you were gonna help me.
Why haven't you?
What if you are right
but you can't prove it?
I'm gonna catch him.
Hey.
I interviewed
six of Soika's friends.
None of them admits knowing
who sold him the drugs.
Harlan Rey.
He's the promoter
who threw the party
where Soika died.
We also think he
supplied the drugs.
- You think, or you know?
- Got it off a reliable CI.
But Rey's careful--
he's never been charged or arrested.
The kind of dealer
the Space Cowboy would use
to limit his exposure.
Isn't he?
And based on Thomas's profile,
if Rey is the one guy in town
the Space Cowboy deals with,
he'll keep an eye on him.
We need to be discreet.
Yeah, we also need him to
cooperate without any leverage.
Don't worry about the leverage.
Bronte ID'd the dealer.
Harlan Rey began promoting
parties as a freshman at Pitt.
Made so much money he dropped
out, began doing it full-time.
At some point,
he began supplying the drugs
- at his raves.
- We have no way
to compel Rey into giving up
the Space Cowboy.
If we bust him now, we scare
the Cowboy into leaving town.
I'll take care of it.
How you gonna do that?
I'll find Rey's lawyer,
have the DA offer
him blanket immunity
on all drug charges to date.
If he says no,
Harlan Rey becomes
the primary target
of your Special Narcotics Unit.
You okay with this?
With what?
Us.
Working together.
We had our thing and
then we didn't talk.
But work was never
a problem for us.
Schaeffer seems
like a decent guy.
Schaeffer?
Sorry. It's none of my business.
It's just hard not to notice
the way you two interact.
I thought maybe there
was something between you.
What, you think anytime
I work with a guy,
I have a thing with him?
And is that what
you think we were?
That's him.
- What are we doing?
- Homicide. You need
to spend more time
in Narcotics.
Teach you all the tricks.
We got to be discreet.
All we got to do is get him
to give us his cell phone.
We, uh, attach it
to the cloner...
bang out a copy of his SIM card.
Then...
pop it into one of these.
Any text or call
he gets... we get.
Let me do it.
Do what?
Well, you said you guys do
buy-busts here all the time, right?
Yeah, that's why
I picked the place.
We don't anyone thinking
he's meeting with the cops.
It's a strip club;
you're a woman.
Give me your jacket.
All right, tough guy.
And the cloner.
- If I'm not back in 15...
- Mm.
I'm meeting some people.
You're meeting me.
Act like we're old friends.
Order us a couple beers,
like you know what I drink.
Two beers.
My lawyer says you're
offering a pretty unusual
written immunity agreement.
Says I should cooperate.
Tell me about the Space Cowboy.
Why you so interested?
Joff Soika.
His folks are rich.
They know people.
They want justice.
You're not a big enough fish
to satisfy them.
Trust me, Harland, you're lucky
they aren't interested.
If they were, the only
party you'd be promoting
would be the one thrown
in your ass up in Marienville.
Thanks.
If you had anything on me you
wouldn't be offering a deal.
The only reason we
don't have anything
is 'cause we
haven't been looking.
Until now, no one
gave a shit about
your cheap little happy pills.
We just started giving a shit.
He hit me up online
eight years ago.
Sent me a sample.
It's the best stuff
I ever saw.
I don't know his name.
Never seen his face.
It's all done through text.
Every 19 months,
he asks what I want,
texts back a price and GPS
coords where to leave his cash.
Different spots but
always state parks.
I leave the cash and
a day later he texts me
where to pick up my pills.
Limited risk.
Everyone's happy.
Picked up my
last buy last week.
Where do you keep
the cell you use?
In my jacket pocket.
I'm gonna reach into your pocket
and I'm gonna clone your cell.
Then I'm gonna get up
and walk out of here.
I want you to wait
a few minutes,
then text him. Tell him
you want to make another buy.
I do it, I get my deal?
Yeah. And an offer
of police protection
until we pick him up.
You should think about it.
Just did.
Paul Cavallo?
Frank Bisgaard.
Thanks for meeting me here.
I, uh, I wanted to
meet you off campus,
to, uh, avoid any
unnecessary focus
that you have unwittingly
brought upon yourself.
Unwittingly?
I'm commander of Homicide.
Catherine works for me.
Homicide?
She's a detective?
- I didn't know...
- Well, you see, that, uh...
that explains
the restraining order.
Let me be up front with you...
Cheese Dad.
Catherine is a great cop.
This will end her career.
I'll have to fire her.
And that's when it
becomes your problem.
You're gonna piss her off.
And a pissed off Catherine
is a world of hurt no
one wants to live in.
And there's another thing--
cops tend to look at this
sort of thing as an
attack on all of them.
And the last thing you need
is for a whole shitload of cops
to think that
Paul Cavallo has a problem
with the Pittsburgh PD.
I just want her
to stay away from me.
Then we want the
same thing, Paul.
Yeah, uh... Dropped.
Don?
Don?
Don't move!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's me!
Gun. On the floor. Now.
Okay.
What the hell is wrong with you?
You want me to shoot you
over a clogged toilet
at 2:00 AM?
- You didn't answer me.
- I couldn't hear you.
The hell?
Where did you get this?!
Hi, um, two for the 11:00?
Okay. Uh,
it's $20.
There, enjoy.
Hey.
Uh, how long is the movie?
Uh, one hour and 52 minutes.
Thank you.
I heard your car.
I was worried about you.
Alone, in this house.
Good thing I went shopping.
You hardly have
any food in here.
And when's the last time
you went grocery shopping?
Well, I have to admit,
it's been awhile.
Since my bachelor days.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
If I don't keep
an eye on you, who will?
I know we've had our differences
through the years, but...
thank you, pussycat.
Why don't you go
back to bed, hmm?
I'll come check
on you tomorrow.
Yeah.
Good night.
It was fun. Yeah.
It was fun.
Second time.
Excuse me?
Excuse me, hello?
- Yes?
- Hi, um...
I'm sorry to ask you, I...
my wife is supposed to pick
me up here, uh, somewhere.
But I think I'm
in the wrong place.
Is this 14th and Reed?
Oh... You're on 13th.
Okay, well, fine.
Uh, she'll probably
be able to find me here.
Thank you so much.
Let's just take him.
Excuse me?
We can take you.
What? Oh. Thank you.
That's very kind of you.
Uh, God bless you.
Yeah. Thank you.
- Uh, here you go. 14th and Reed.
- Oh.
- Oh, great, thank you.
- Yeah.
Is-is there a white SUV around?
It's my wife's car.
Yeah, it's over here.
Here, come on.
Just watch the...
Okay.
Here she is.
I don't see anybody here.
Hey.
Hey...
Wilkie may not look it,
but he used to be SWAT.
He did, he's a crack shot.
And you're lucky
he didn't kill you.
Well, he's doesn't inspire much
confidence as a bodyguard.
You're also lucky he let me
take over your protective detail
and didn't arrest you.
Felony possession
of a sawed-off shotgun?
It's a federal charge.
And what's with the gun,
Thomas?
Benedicte asked me...
"Why now?"
Take a look at that date.
January 5.
The postmark on the
Space Cowboy's postcards?
January 6.
This is why he
sent the postcards?
I came to you for help
on Eric Krogh.
- So it's my fault.
- Yeah...
everything's always your fault.
You want to borrow my shotgun?
You're a mean drunk.
I'm not drunk.
Ego.
You think it's your fault,
I think it's my fault.
Ego controls us.
What do you mean?
Well, those postcards
that he sent to me
and to Burkhart in prison
were his response
to a challenge to his ego,
an insult.
Sending the postcards was
the one thing that he did
that was off his script.
And he can't physically
get to Burkhart.
_
_
My brother's wife...
asked me to get the
shotgun out of the house.
She was afraid.
So I took it.
Two weeks later,
he beat her to death.
He didn't need the gun.
That's why you won't answer
my questions about Howard.
'Cause you think
I'm like you're brother.
If you were the same as him,
then Howard would've been dead
years ago.
The difference
is we see violence
and we can't sleep.
But they sleep just fine.
I killed Eric Krogh.
Yeah.
How'd you sleep?
The morning after the
Roman Numeral case,
I had 49 messages
from the media.
I couldn't leave my house
for four days.
They lost interest that quickly?
They found a better story.
School shooting.
I've never had a single
piece written about me
that didn't have the word "kill"
in the title.
You do study killers.
Yeah, but why do they write
about that stuff?
I taught John to ride
a bike that week.
That didn't make the papers.
Violence is addictive.
Contagious.
And we're social animals,
so other people affect us.
Especially family.
My brother affects me.
Your situation is even worse.
Howard's still a
part of your life.
You need to be careful.
Howard doesn't control me.
_
There's nothing that will stop
what is going to happen to you.
Trust me. I've been doing this
long before you got here.
I'll be
doing it long after.
Narcotics.
The suspect has
provided four locations
inside James Irwin State Park
for our CI to
leave cash payments.
He's doing this as we speak.
There are a dozen roads
into this park.
We don't know which he'll use.
Stay on comms
and report regularly.
We're using TAC-COM-6.
The suspect is armed
and extremely dangerous. _
We're using as many
bodies as we can
without tipping our hand.
It's not ideal.
So use caution.
Any questions?
Let's get this son of a bitch.
You all right?
_
I got to go.
- You're joking, right?
- No.
What are you talking
about? We're on a stakeout.
- This is the biggest case we ever had.
- Do you remember
when I told the suspect
in the Angela Early case
that my brother
had been murdered?
- Yeah.
- The killer's about to do it again.
But if I leave this minute,
I can catch him. Please, just...
I can't explain.
Will you cover for me?
Yeah. Go.
Thank you.
Have him back soon.
Well...
I've been looking
forward to tonight
for quite a while, Matty.
Hey.
What are you doing?
It's okay. Pittsburgh Police.
I was just thinking tonight
I could teach you
how to play a new game.
You on the job?
Yeah. Yeah, I need you to get
that flashlight out of my eye,
get in your truck,
shut off your lights
and get out of here now, okay?
So, make yourself at home.
I know a big boy
game we can play.
I hear you, Detective, but, uh,
well, I just have
to shoot you first.
38101, Code 3, officer down.
Repeat, Code 3, officer down.
The Space Cowboy just
shot a Pittsburgh Detective.
It's my fault.
My friend was nearly killed,
I wasn't thinking
right and now I'm--
Catherine, you have not been
thinking straight for a long time.
He's doing it again.
I need to help catch him.
At what cost?
I wouldn't be able
to live with myself--
Too late for that.
Catherine!
Those Who Kill,
season finale next Sunday at 10,
on LMN.
- Your wife has a beautiful singing voice.
Catherine,
you're freaking me out.
Don't make me call the police.
Howard killed my brother.
I'm gonna help you.
Your mother knows.
- Hello?
- Catherine. Your mother.
There's been an accident.
I swear, I'm
never gonna let anything
take me away from
you ever again.
Joff Soika got some bad drugs.
Laced doesn't do it justice.
This spiked
MDMA is very unique.
Space Cowboy.
Didn't you used to
know a guy in Narcotics?
Yeah, I used
to know his brains out.
You didn't
kill Caroline Henson.
There are two people
who know that.
There are three-- you, me,
and the man who sent this.
I think the man who actually
killed Caroline Henson
read my book and was offended.
He sent that
postcard to your house.
I'm working this case, Frank.
I'm staying.
And I'm assigning you
protection.
That's Henson's blood work.
The spike is Ecstasy, MDMA.
- I need a ViCAP search.
- I found 19 women
who went missing from the cities
and dates you gave me,
and 19 men who went missing
with them.
The women all look
the same because
that's what he's attracted to.
And the men?
We should be
checking the sewers.
Abbey and Parker Fulton,
married less than a year.
No one's heard from them.
Please!
No!
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you for coming.
You were such a good friend to her.
Appreciate it.
Thanks for coming.
When you're young
and there's a knock on the door,
you ask, "Who is it?!"
And then, when you're older,
and there's a knock on the door,
you ask, "Oh, who is it?"
But Marie
always answered every door
with hope and warmth,
even when
her firstborn ran away.
She only loved Catherine
and me more.
And she never gave up hope that
David would come home again
some day.
First time I saw Catherine
and David, her children--
that's when I truly
fell in love with her.
To see this bright,
beautiful, single mother,
struggling, fighting,
giving everything
to provide for her children...
it was then that I knew
that she was not only a woman
of uncommon grace,
but of uncommon character,
as well.
And in time, I would realize
that she was the rock
that held our family together.
There would be times when I...
He never would have missed this.
If he were alive, he
would have been here.
Now I'm certain.
My brother's dead,
and Howard killed him.
Please, let me go!
- How's it going?
- Dave.
- Detective Molbeck.
- Pleasure.
Here you go.
What exactly you looking for?
Ravens fans.
Hope you're not
looking for a gun.
Every time you guys
can't find the murder weapon,
they send some poor schmuck
down here to check the traps.
No. We got a killer who
dumps his victims in the sewer.
You ain't gonna find
what you're looking for here.
- Why's that?
- No solids.
Nothing that don't
float makes it this far.
Solids like metal and glass
get filtered out up system.
Wood don't last, neither.
The solvents we pump
in at the north side--
they break down organics,
so, wood, paper, road kill--
it's mush when it
comes through here.
Trap mesh breaks it right up.
So, there's 24 traps down here.
Gonna take you a while
to check 'em all.
Wait. Me?
You're the schmuck
of the day, right?
Those are the schmuck
of the day suits.
If you fall in,
keep your mouth shut.
Have a good one, bud.
Oh, Catherine!
There you are.
Come here. I wanted to
talk to you a minute.
Don't blame yourself.
I mean, you-you
were the brave one.
- You're drunk.
- No, listen.
She was suffering.
And when someone that
you love is in pain,
it doesn't matter whether
it's emotional or physical.
You do what you have to do.
Out of love.
You understand that now.
Excuse me.
I'm-I'm so sorry to interrupt.
Oh, no, no, this
is, um, Sheryl.
This is my daughter Catherine.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm-I'm...
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Matthew just wanted
to say good-bye.
Hey, buddy.
Bye-bye, Matty.
Matthew, can you
say hello to Catherine?
Hi.
Hi.
How do you two know each other?
Howard is Matty's big brother.
Mom said
we can't have our playdate
this week.
Matthew. We talked about this.
Oh, well, if you want a
pizza and a DVD right here.
I mean, just the big boys.
- Thanks.
- Huh?
Howard, are you sure?
Yeah, absolutely. Listen,
just, uh, give me a text when
you want me to come pick him up,
and I will be there.
And put your jacket on.
Molbeck recovered remains of
another Space Cowboy victim.
You told him to
search the sewers
for Parker Fulton.
That's where they found him.
What was left.
Parker Fulton was in
a car accident in high school.
He had his L4
and L5 vertebrae fused.
They used a titanium
plate and six screws.
The serial number matches
his medical records.
The PSA guy said nothing heavier
than water can get to that trap.
There should be no metal
in there. They were stumped.
So, the Space Cowboy
cut the Fulton kid up
and floated the pieces
through the sewers?
Well, the induction pipes
are designed
to break up wood
before it gets there, so...
Styrofoam?
It's synthetic. The solvents
wouldn't be able to break it up.
It would still be in that trap.
He's dead.
What's the difference?
Hey. Yeah.
So, just to clarify,
this Joff Soika kid
jumps, dies while on this
unique, powerful form
of Ecstasy, which leads us
to the Space Cowboy,
a genius Ecstasy producer
who happens to be
a frigging genius serial killer
who travels to the same cities
every 19 months, selling drugs
and preying on young couples,
the latest being Abbey
and the late Parker Fulton.
No. He's a serial killer
who makes drugs.
The killing is his thing.
The drugs are just a means
to finance it.
You buried your
mother this morning.
You're emotionally compromised.
Anyone would be.
But there's no
getting around it.
Go home.
No.
That you're even here today
tells me
you're obsessed with this case.
Suddenly obsessed is a problem?
Obsessed doesn't have a family,
doesn't have a social life.
What it does is work 24/7
to close cases
that gets their bosses promoted.
You need me obsessed.
You use me
to make you look good.
So why don't you just back off
and let me do what I need to do?
All right, you're right.
I'm sorry.
I'll go home.
Can I come in tomorrow?
Uh, Space Cowboy is a
producer, not a dealer.
Someone in this town
deals his drugs.
Find out who that is.
Wilkie, you're on Schaeffer's
security detail.
Wait.
The victims...
are like objects to him.
Toys...
to be played with, broken,
and thrown away at will.
So my guess is,
if Abbey Fulton
is still alive...
she won't be for very long.
No...!
Please let me go! No!
- No! No!
- Shh, shh, shh.
I'm not blind.
I can see that you're upset,
and not without reason.
Can I level with you, Abbey?
It's not you.
It's me.
I am sorry, Abbey.
But these things happen.
My brother called.
He works in the
second district court.
This is why I ducked
out of the briefing.
It's a restraining
order on Jensen.
Hasn't been filed yet.
You did the right
thing bringing this to me.
I'll take care of it.
You got currency with me, Jerry.
And I'd like to cash it in.
Don't go too hard on Jensen.
You got currency
bringing me dirt on Jensen,
but you want to spend it
on protecting her?
Look, I didn't bring
this in to hurt her.
And I didn't do
it for currency.
- Why did you bring this?
- So you can fix it.
She's a gifted detective.
You know...
better than me.
And I'm...
man enough to admit it.
That's all.
- You want me to put you with someone else?
- No, sir.
I'm good with Jensen.
Jerry.
All my detectives
have their gifts.
You just demonstrated yours.
Why, why...
Why do I send you that?
Thomas Schaeffer.
I know you
'cause you wrote about me.
Yeah, you wrote about me
in your book.
Oh.
Hey. Hey, you.
You smug, self-satisfied...
Those who can, do...
You know the rest.
You...
You think that you're serious.
Oh.
"Police and profiling expert..."
You're an expert now?
Expert.
_
You think you know me?
You don't know me.
Hello?
Wilkie?
You have reached 5-5-0...
You have reached the Schaeffers.
Thomas?
You in there?
Uh, are you okay?
I'm, uh... fine.
Did Wilkie see you come in?
I don't know.
You wrote that serial killers...
are most likely to kill again
immediately following
an emotional stressor.
Anything that threatens
their sense of control.
Divorce, loss of a job,
death in the family.
Death of a spouse?
There aren't rules that
they follow, Catherine.
It's a pattern that emerges if
you study a large enough sample.
I don't think
today's the right day
- for you to be doing this.
- You also wrote...
that serial killers
and serial sex offenders
- follow mostly the same patterns.
- Yes,
but I was describing a
spectrum of behavior,
not a one-to-one
correlation.
Just because your mom
died doesn't mean
that Howard's gonna
rape a child.
Do pedophiles react to stressors
the same way serial killers do?
Then I know
who he's going after.
I've seen him.
And I'm gonna stop Howard
before he does it to that kid.
Okay, there's a
resemblance to David.
But it doesn't mean
that he's gonna molest him.
- You can't accept that I'm right.
- No. You can't accept that
there are no easy answers here.
You don't have
any answers at all!
Maybe if you do,
you don't trust me with them.
No, that's not it.
You stood there
in that basement
and you promised me
you were gonna help me.
Why haven't you?
What if you are right
but you can't prove it?
I'm gonna catch him.
Hey.
I interviewed
six of Soika's friends.
None of them admits knowing
who sold him the drugs.
Harlan Rey.
He's the promoter
who threw the party
where Soika died.
We also think he
supplied the drugs.
- You think, or you know?
- Got it off a reliable CI.
But Rey's careful--
he's never been charged or arrested.
The kind of dealer
the Space Cowboy would use
to limit his exposure.
Isn't he?
And based on Thomas's profile,
if Rey is the one guy in town
the Space Cowboy deals with,
he'll keep an eye on him.
We need to be discreet.
Yeah, we also need him to
cooperate without any leverage.
Don't worry about the leverage.
Bronte ID'd the dealer.
Harlan Rey began promoting
parties as a freshman at Pitt.
Made so much money he dropped
out, began doing it full-time.
At some point,
he began supplying the drugs
- at his raves.
- We have no way
to compel Rey into giving up
the Space Cowboy.
If we bust him now, we scare
the Cowboy into leaving town.
I'll take care of it.
How you gonna do that?
I'll find Rey's lawyer,
have the DA offer
him blanket immunity
on all drug charges to date.
If he says no,
Harlan Rey becomes
the primary target
of your Special Narcotics Unit.
You okay with this?
With what?
Us.
Working together.
We had our thing and
then we didn't talk.
But work was never
a problem for us.
Schaeffer seems
like a decent guy.
Schaeffer?
Sorry. It's none of my business.
It's just hard not to notice
the way you two interact.
I thought maybe there
was something between you.
What, you think anytime
I work with a guy,
I have a thing with him?
And is that what
you think we were?
That's him.
- What are we doing?
- Homicide. You need
to spend more time
in Narcotics.
Teach you all the tricks.
We got to be discreet.
All we got to do is get him
to give us his cell phone.
We, uh, attach it
to the cloner...
bang out a copy of his SIM card.
Then...
pop it into one of these.
Any text or call
he gets... we get.
Let me do it.
Do what?
Well, you said you guys do
buy-busts here all the time, right?
Yeah, that's why
I picked the place.
We don't anyone thinking
he's meeting with the cops.
It's a strip club;
you're a woman.
Give me your jacket.
All right, tough guy.
And the cloner.
- If I'm not back in 15...
- Mm.
I'm meeting some people.
You're meeting me.
Act like we're old friends.
Order us a couple beers,
like you know what I drink.
Two beers.
My lawyer says you're
offering a pretty unusual
written immunity agreement.
Says I should cooperate.
Tell me about the Space Cowboy.
Why you so interested?
Joff Soika.
His folks are rich.
They know people.
They want justice.
You're not a big enough fish
to satisfy them.
Trust me, Harland, you're lucky
they aren't interested.
If they were, the only
party you'd be promoting
would be the one thrown
in your ass up in Marienville.
Thanks.
If you had anything on me you
wouldn't be offering a deal.
The only reason we
don't have anything
is 'cause we
haven't been looking.
Until now, no one
gave a shit about
your cheap little happy pills.
We just started giving a shit.
He hit me up online
eight years ago.
Sent me a sample.
It's the best stuff
I ever saw.
I don't know his name.
Never seen his face.
It's all done through text.
Every 19 months,
he asks what I want,
texts back a price and GPS
coords where to leave his cash.
Different spots but
always state parks.
I leave the cash and
a day later he texts me
where to pick up my pills.
Limited risk.
Everyone's happy.
Picked up my
last buy last week.
Where do you keep
the cell you use?
In my jacket pocket.
I'm gonna reach into your pocket
and I'm gonna clone your cell.
Then I'm gonna get up
and walk out of here.
I want you to wait
a few minutes,
then text him. Tell him
you want to make another buy.
I do it, I get my deal?
Yeah. And an offer
of police protection
until we pick him up.
You should think about it.
Just did.
Paul Cavallo?
Frank Bisgaard.
Thanks for meeting me here.
I, uh, I wanted to
meet you off campus,
to, uh, avoid any
unnecessary focus
that you have unwittingly
brought upon yourself.
Unwittingly?
I'm commander of Homicide.
Catherine works for me.
Homicide?
She's a detective?
- I didn't know...
- Well, you see, that, uh...
that explains
the restraining order.
Let me be up front with you...
Cheese Dad.
Catherine is a great cop.
This will end her career.
I'll have to fire her.
And that's when it
becomes your problem.
You're gonna piss her off.
And a pissed off Catherine
is a world of hurt no
one wants to live in.
And there's another thing--
cops tend to look at this
sort of thing as an
attack on all of them.
And the last thing you need
is for a whole shitload of cops
to think that
Paul Cavallo has a problem
with the Pittsburgh PD.
I just want her
to stay away from me.
Then we want the
same thing, Paul.
Yeah, uh... Dropped.
Don?
Don?
Don't move!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's me!
Gun. On the floor. Now.
Okay.
What the hell is wrong with you?
You want me to shoot you
over a clogged toilet
at 2:00 AM?
- You didn't answer me.
- I couldn't hear you.
The hell?
Where did you get this?!
Hi, um, two for the 11:00?
Okay. Uh,
it's $20.
There, enjoy.
Hey.
Uh, how long is the movie?
Uh, one hour and 52 minutes.
Thank you.
I heard your car.
I was worried about you.
Alone, in this house.
Good thing I went shopping.
You hardly have
any food in here.
And when's the last time
you went grocery shopping?
Well, I have to admit,
it's been awhile.
Since my bachelor days.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
If I don't keep
an eye on you, who will?
I know we've had our differences
through the years, but...
thank you, pussycat.
Why don't you go
back to bed, hmm?
I'll come check
on you tomorrow.
Yeah.
Good night.
It was fun. Yeah.
It was fun.
Second time.
Excuse me?
Excuse me, hello?
- Yes?
- Hi, um...
I'm sorry to ask you, I...
my wife is supposed to pick
me up here, uh, somewhere.
But I think I'm
in the wrong place.
Is this 14th and Reed?
Oh... You're on 13th.
Okay, well, fine.
Uh, she'll probably
be able to find me here.
Thank you so much.
Let's just take him.
Excuse me?
We can take you.
What? Oh. Thank you.
That's very kind of you.
Uh, God bless you.
Yeah. Thank you.
- Uh, here you go. 14th and Reed.
- Oh.
- Oh, great, thank you.
- Yeah.
Is-is there a white SUV around?
It's my wife's car.
Yeah, it's over here.
Here, come on.
Just watch the...
Okay.
Here she is.
I don't see anybody here.
Hey.
Hey...
Wilkie may not look it,
but he used to be SWAT.
He did, he's a crack shot.
And you're lucky
he didn't kill you.
Well, he's doesn't inspire much
confidence as a bodyguard.
You're also lucky he let me
take over your protective detail
and didn't arrest you.
Felony possession
of a sawed-off shotgun?
It's a federal charge.
And what's with the gun,
Thomas?
Benedicte asked me...
"Why now?"
Take a look at that date.
January 5.
The postmark on the
Space Cowboy's postcards?
January 6.
This is why he
sent the postcards?
I came to you for help
on Eric Krogh.
- So it's my fault.
- Yeah...
everything's always your fault.
You want to borrow my shotgun?
You're a mean drunk.
I'm not drunk.
Ego.
You think it's your fault,
I think it's my fault.
Ego controls us.
What do you mean?
Well, those postcards
that he sent to me
and to Burkhart in prison
were his response
to a challenge to his ego,
an insult.
Sending the postcards was
the one thing that he did
that was off his script.
And he can't physically
get to Burkhart.
_
_
My brother's wife...
asked me to get the
shotgun out of the house.
She was afraid.
So I took it.
Two weeks later,
he beat her to death.
He didn't need the gun.
That's why you won't answer
my questions about Howard.
'Cause you think
I'm like you're brother.
If you were the same as him,
then Howard would've been dead
years ago.
The difference
is we see violence
and we can't sleep.
But they sleep just fine.
I killed Eric Krogh.
Yeah.
How'd you sleep?
The morning after the
Roman Numeral case,
I had 49 messages
from the media.
I couldn't leave my house
for four days.
They lost interest that quickly?
They found a better story.
School shooting.
I've never had a single
piece written about me
that didn't have the word "kill"
in the title.
You do study killers.
Yeah, but why do they write
about that stuff?
I taught John to ride
a bike that week.
That didn't make the papers.
Violence is addictive.
Contagious.
And we're social animals,
so other people affect us.
Especially family.
My brother affects me.
Your situation is even worse.
Howard's still a
part of your life.
You need to be careful.
Howard doesn't control me.
_
There's nothing that will stop
what is going to happen to you.
Trust me. I've been doing this
long before you got here.
I'll be
doing it long after.
Narcotics.
The suspect has
provided four locations
inside James Irwin State Park
for our CI to
leave cash payments.
He's doing this as we speak.
There are a dozen roads
into this park.
We don't know which he'll use.
Stay on comms
and report regularly.
We're using TAC-COM-6.
The suspect is armed
and extremely dangerous. _
We're using as many
bodies as we can
without tipping our hand.
It's not ideal.
So use caution.
Any questions?
Let's get this son of a bitch.
You all right?
_
I got to go.
- You're joking, right?
- No.
What are you talking
about? We're on a stakeout.
- This is the biggest case we ever had.
- Do you remember
when I told the suspect
in the Angela Early case
that my brother
had been murdered?
- Yeah.
- The killer's about to do it again.
But if I leave this minute,
I can catch him. Please, just...
I can't explain.
Will you cover for me?
Yeah. Go.
Thank you.
Have him back soon.
Well...
I've been looking
forward to tonight
for quite a while, Matty.
Hey.
What are you doing?
It's okay. Pittsburgh Police.
I was just thinking tonight
I could teach you
how to play a new game.
You on the job?
Yeah. Yeah, I need you to get
that flashlight out of my eye,
get in your truck,
shut off your lights
and get out of here now, okay?
So, make yourself at home.
I know a big boy
game we can play.
I hear you, Detective, but, uh,
well, I just have
to shoot you first.
38101, Code 3, officer down.
Repeat, Code 3, officer down.
The Space Cowboy just
shot a Pittsburgh Detective.
It's my fault.
My friend was nearly killed,
I wasn't thinking
right and now I'm--
Catherine, you have not been
thinking straight for a long time.
He's doing it again.
I need to help catch him.
At what cost?
I wouldn't be able
to live with myself--
Too late for that.
Catherine!
Those Who Kill,
season finale next Sunday at 10,
on LMN.