He has no face.
A mask. He always wears a mask.
What kind of mask? What does it look like?
It changes.
I can't show him that I hate him.
But you escape. What do you see when you escape?
I don't know. I'm just running
and my legs are heavy from the drugs.
And then I'm lost. I'm running through hallways and there are all these rooms.
I don't know where to turn.
- He's behind me! - No, you get away.
How? How do you get out?
Light.
Light... Back in the sun.
- Do you see a barn? - No.
- A house? A cabin? - No. There's nothing.
Just the light. It hurts my eyes. And then the trees, the trees again.
The rocks are digging into my feet and I hear him shouting behind me.
I try to run faster. That's all I'm thinking, "Run faster!"
I left those girls behind. I wasn't thinking.
- I just told myself to run and run... - It's all right. It's OK.
- I left those girls. - It's all right. It's all behind you.
(PLAYS CLASSICAL PIECE)
- Are you familiar with these woods? - Yeah, I come up here sometimes.
What do you run into up here besides hikers, bikers and campers?
Locals, college kids... That's about it.
- What about this river? - It's good for trout fishing.
It's been that way since the early Colonial period. It's over there.
What? What?
I have to remember that my niece wouldn't be with some knucklehead.
Kate?
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
Really, I am. I'm just sorry I can't take you to her.
- I've made an interesting discovery. - About what?
I ran a check on all the Sistol orders over the last five years.
- Guess what? - What?
A Beverly Hills plastic surgeon came up on the list.
There's no protocol for Sistol in plastic surgery.
Bingo.
Two years ago, he ordered enough
to treat leukaemia in a medium-sized country.
- What's his name? - Rudolph. William Rudolph.
Grew up in Durham. Did his pre-med work here.
Dr Cross, is it him? Is he bi-coastal?
Bi-coastal? That's an interesting way of putting it.
There are about a dozen predators operating in California now.
There's one male Caucasian, probably early 30s,
known as "The Gentleman Caller". They've been on to him for over a year.
His abductions follow the ones here by about ten days to two weeks.
It was exactly ten days after Naomi disappeared
that a pretty black coed disappeared from UCLA.
- So he's doing it there, too. - Compulsively.
And if he follows true to form, he is due to hit California soon.
- Can the FBI pick him up? - If they make one mistake...
What happens to the girls? I can't risk Naomi starving to death in a cell.
- No FBI. - You're going out there on your own.
- I've got people. - Take me with you.
- You're best served by staying. - And pretend nothing's happened?
- No, I just think you should... - Dr Cross.
Only I have seen him. I know his size, his voice, how he moves...
- I know how you feel. - Stop treating me like a victim.
You think I'm some sort of tourist because I wasn't raped?
Every night, I hear those women's voices.
You want to save your niece? So do I.
I don't see my cousin.
- Alex! - There he is.
Hey.
Kate McTiernan. John Sampson, DCPD.
Cousin, compadre extraordinaire.
- How do you do? - Hello, Kate.
- Meet Henry Castillo, LAPD. - Nice to meet you.
- Dr Cross, it's a pleasure. - It's mine, Henry.
- Alex, can we huddle? - Excuse me, Kate.
- This is a surprise. - Surprises used to make you giddy.
- What's the matter? - We're out on a limb here.
I have pulled every string to get the cars and equipment.
This thing has got to go as smooth as silk or we're both fucked.
Understood.
I've got him, 10:48 a.m., crossing the north window.
Attention. Rudolph just walked past the window.
Thank you for the update.
It's him. He's on the move.
This does not look like a 7-Eleven run.
- Where does this road go? - Vancouver.
He sounded so sincere.
- How's that? - When he told me that he loved me.
- I expect that's because he does. - Please!
Multiply your anger by about a hundred, Kate.
That's how much he thinks he loves you.
OK. Rudolph has landed.
There's a cabin about a half mile in.
So he hasn't travelled that far, after all. He's back in the woods.
First time in California?
- It's a pretty state, isn't it? - It's unforgettable.
Go ahead. What?
I can't hear you! They'll kill me!
No! Shut up! Because you're sick!
What the fuck is he doing?
- He's in a rage. - He's going fucking nuts.
He is going to scare the wildlife out of this forest.
What?
Let's go. Let's fucking go.
Tell me, what did you see back there?
A killer getting organised.
He won't abduct somebody from there.
- He's pulled people from joints before. - Not in the Triangle.
We'll cover him loose, see what he's got. Henry, stay here.
- If it's crowded, why can't I come? - If he even thinks he sees you, it's over.
- What about you? - 20 years of experience blending in.
You stay with Henry.
There he is. Across the bar.
Damn! He's in there, just like that.
Mr Lover Lover.
We ought to nail his ass right now.
It's not the same without Fernando. I can't believe they let him go.
He had this knuckle ball. It was like a floater, then bam!
Right off the table, couldn't even come near it.
What have you got down there? The Durham Bulls?
Triple A? Got any prospects?
- EDF 40, full military specs. - I'm going in.
What? Hey, hold on!
- Come here. - I've got to pee.
- No, I'm not that stupid. - It's not really your style.
- You don't know what my style is. - Your style is to help me blend in.
Henry, help me blend in. Come on.
All right. Right here, right here.
I am going to walk over and find our boys, all right?
You shall stay right here.
You won't move. Wonderful.
Kate.
Is that him? Is that Rudolph?
Yeah. Yeah, that's him.
- It's him. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Come on.
Stand still.
Follow the treeline to the drive. Henry, break left. We'll take the front.
Remember. When it goes down, I need this guy intact.
Alex.
Be careful.
(GIRL SCREAMS)
No!
Go.
It's OK, it's OK.
Oh, shit! Henry! He's hit.
- Come on. - Take it easy.
Hold it!
Put your hands where I can see them. Get out!
Get out of the truck!
We're ready to transport.
How is he?
I'm sorry, Samp. For all this, I'm sorry.
"Shocking"is an accurate way to describe what happened here.
Local police won't comment, but Channel 6 sources
tell us that what happened here...
Does this hurt?
They sure can document a fuck-up at the speed of light.
You won't be seeing pictures of the woman you saved on TV.
OK, breathe in...
How's this?
A little tender there.
What about here?
- We need X-rays. - Not a chance.
Castillo and the woman were rushed to a nearby emergency facility...
Gone in the night.
At least the FBI know who they're looking for. How far can he run?
It's not a question of how far. It's how long.
... lots of questions and receiving few answers.
Questioned on the scene, Detective John Sampson...
What do you want to do?
Sampson is a detective of good standing with the Washington police.
Sampson was part of a rag-ttag surveillance team.
Sampson, Castillo and two other unidentified individuals
were on a stake-out, but staking out whom or what?
I would like to make reservations from Los Angeles to Durham for two tonight.
- It's the return... - Hang up the phone.
- Pardon me? - Hang up the phone.
Dr McTiernan. Welcome to our crime scene.
The sight of yellow tape and flashbulbs must be getting old to you.
- You got here quick. - Not quick enough.
- Let's not downplay the upside. - The upside?
- She ID'd Casanova. You've got a trail. - Don't even try.
The day you set foot in Durham... You've been screwing me around.
I let you in. I shared information.
What have we got? A mess and a cop who's looking at two years of rehab.
Kyle, do you want me to say I fucked up?
All right. I fucked up.
Just don't shut me out of this.
What do you see?
- Maybe I'm looking too hard. - For what?
I don't know.
It seems so cold. Not like him.
Alex.
Keep looking.
The closet looked tight so I brought in a DX fluoroscope.
It scanned what appeared to be a lunar module. It's a freezer.
- A trophy case. - He's got divergent MOs.
Don Juan on the east coast, Josef Mengele on the west.
We found feet. Surgically band-sawed at the ankle, vacuum-bagged.
15 pairs, two lefts. Go figure. Obviously not a dancer.
Check out the shrine.
Gentleman Caller. Casanova.
There hasn't been a multi-territorial predator since Jean De Salle, 1921,
eviscerating Paris prostitutes and strangling widows on the Riviera.
Running a bi-coastal operation?
It's the most ambitious stunt in serial pathology.
- He's Houdini squared. - Put the brakes on. This isn't Houdini.
What we have here is Leopold and Loeb.
Home team... visitors.
We've got 30 ampoules of Sistol. The chronologies match.
There are two of them, and they're collaborating.
Collaborating and competing.
Got an ID on him?
Probably some kid Rudolph did 20 years ago.
- We'll find him in Missing Persons. - Don't bother.
- You know who he is? - Yes, and he's got both his feet.
You've got three minutes to throw that bolt. Am I wasting my time?
OK, boys. Nobody home. You all take upstairs.
Be clean, boys. Clean and thorough. Get the goddamn media out.
Get the Chief.
Alex.
- How long has he been in the box? - Five-six hours.
- This is bullshit! - You know I wouldn't sanction this.
Hatfield got the tip and stages a huge public arrest. By the time I'm...
You had two million dollars' worth of surveillance equipment
and these clowns stage a cold arrest. Top notch policework.
- It's all politics. - It's all bad.
Not all.
Dr Sachs.
It's good to see you again, circumstances notwithstanding.
Can I get you anything?
Coffee? Soda?
Come on. There are some questions you can answer without a lawyer.
You might have said, "Yes, thank you, I will have coffee" or "No, thank you."
You know, just to be polite.
You don't drink coffee, do you?
You probably stick to bottled water.
- What is he doing? - That's how you stay fighting trim.
He is doing what he does.
Where does the best bottled water come from?
The Alps? Some French aquifer?
- Futokon. - I'm sorry?
Futokon. It's Japanese. You wouldn't know it.
It's in the Japanese character to do this. They build special ships,
sail them to the farthest navigable extremes
and look for the bluest iceberg they can find. And they tow it back.
And one is able to drink something
that was last in liquid form about 30,000 years ago.
Expensively clean.
- What does it taste like? - Like water.
By the by, Alex...
Writing a bestseller? You must be a millionaire.
No, no. Far from it.
I bring it up only because I mean to sue you
along with these other local imbeciles.
For what? Defamation of character?
I like to fuck, variously fuck, young women.
I have fucked nearly 100 in 75 ways, but I have never hurt any of them.
There is no record of violence anywhere in my past.
Megan Murphy.
Oh, yes. This is a painstaking recreation
of an image from Friedrich Thelen's Die Welt der Flagellanten.
Do you know it? It took me three hours to tie her up properly.
Done consensually, by the way.
Dr Cross, tell me you've got more than this.
I have pictures of Megan tied to a tree.
No. I was thinking we'd discuss that at the trial in, say, six months.
Maybe you would like me to go on record now about Naomi.
Let's start with the first time I saw her, in my office.
She was wearing a silk blouse, which pleases me.
I like to turn up the air conditioning to constrict the capillaries.
You know, tweak the nipples.
She was very self-conscious, the chill in the air made her nervous.
Like the others, her manner belied her real predilections.
Which reminds me, have you seen the photographs of Naomi?
Alex!
- Back up! - Put your hands down!
All right. Settle down, settle down.
Everything's all right.
Naomi. You're just as pretty as your picture.
Beautiful feet.
What do you hear? Dogs?
- Do you hear the river? - No.
I hear him... whispering.
- What does he say? - I can feel his mouth on my ear.
- I take it we didn't get our confession. - We didn't. He's not Casanova.
- His picture was on the wall. - That's part of their thing.
It's a set-up. Brothers-in-arms watching each other's backs.
Sachs is the perfect patsy for them. Too smug to know what hit him.
He's just a bush-league lech. The cops think they got the right guy.
- I've been listening to the tape. - Yeah?
Have you ever heard a foetal sonogram? An ultrasound?
On the tape you asked me if I heard anything.
- Yeah. You said, "Nothing". - That's not true.
I heard something in the background. It was constant.
- I heard water. - Water?
Everywhere. Below me, above, around, everywhere.
- I had to have been in a basement. - Not possible.
Every farmhouse, barn, outhouse, chickenhouse, doghouse...
- The FBI have checked everything. - They missed it.
I saw the aerial photos. They didn't miss an inch.
There were doors, walls and stairs. It was man-made, it was built.
When you escaped, you didn't recall a house.
- You said, "Suddenly there was light." - And I had been in a house.
I am sure of it.
Here's what we're looking for, a plantation layout.
There weren't plantations on the Wykagil, there was A plantation.
Check it out. All this is Mason's property. Hundreds of acres.
Here's the big house, slave quarters, stables,
cellars for stashing food, ice... Tunnels everywhere.
Can I see this?
- The river runs right through it. - Where was I found?
Around here. Two miles down from the big house.
I figure that's about 1,000 yards. Forget here, forget here.
This square. That's where we concentrate.
(PLAYS A PIECE BY BACH)
No!
Bach is crisp. Crisp!
(SLOW FOOTSTEPS OVERHEAD)
(CASANOVA) Buongiorno, fratello.
This is quite a collection you have assembled here.
Your palette is so multi-cultural. That is very PC, I applaud you.
But this place is a little overdone.
Subterranean Gothic went out a while ago, didn't it?
You ought to get yourself a maid. Do you know what this shit is?
This is Civil War bat guano. It's full of fungus.
Inhale any of this stuff, you'll have a prostate like a 70-year-old.
What about you girls? Any complaints? Any muscle aches?
Lesions? Malaise?
Don't you think they'd be better off in a freezer?
You know this is off-limits.
- Nobody tracked me. - Just like your cabin, right?
I didn't make the phone calls. I didn't post photos on the web.
That's not how they found you, or they would have found me.
- You don't belong here. - If you're here, I'm here.
I need your help. I only want what I can give you.
You gave me nothing!
Remember '75?
Roe Tierney, homecoming queen?
Blood on the walls. I cleaned up your slop.
I always do.
Face it, Will. I'm your mentor.
- And you're the bad seed. - Let me tell you something.
No matter how far out there you go, no matter how you dress up,
when you come back, you're still just like me.
Naomi, let's hear something triumphal.
Something worthy of rebirth!
Play something for us. PLAY!
No! She plays for me.
She only plays for you? Well, of course she does!
Because you are the great lover!
The dark figure of her dreams.
Come on. Tell him.
Tell him how grateful you are, how you always wanted to be his.
Go on, tell him.
Tell him how you wait for him.
Tell him how he's the most sensitive, the best you've ever had.
Tell him that you love him. That's what he wants to hear.
I could have aimed two inches to the left.
Don't forget who we are and who'll you be if I'm gone.
You can have a hundred women here, but without me you'd still be alone.
Take the stairs.
Go on. Go!
Police! Freeze!
Hold it!
- Naomi? - Alex?
- I'll be back. - No, don't go!
I'll be back.
- Alex! - I found them! Up the hill!
William, who is he?
Tell me his name.
He's too good. You won't...
- I'm waiting for the good news. - It keeps getting better. Come on.
This is Casanova's next crop, blueprinted to a T.
- We're in luck, he didn't wear gloves. - Yes.
Yes, yes, yes. I want all this stuff to Quantico now.
If you can't find a plane, buy one.
You've got company.
- Good to see you, Seth. - Thank you.
- Hey, you. - Hi.
Are you OK?
I've got something for you.
What happened to the strings?
New strings for new music.
Thank you.
- When is her mum coming? - In the morning.
When are you heading out?
The Bureau think they'll have Casanova ID'd within 12 hours,
which really means 24.
When Kyle gets a bead on him, he's done,
no matter how much road he's burnt. After that, I'm out of here.
So then, that's it? I only have you for another day.
All right. Supper at my house tonight. Homecooked.
I promised Naomi I'd meet her at 8:30. I'll make a lousy date.
Do whatever you have to do. Be at my house by 7.
You'll be gone by 8:15.
Hey.
If you would just verify and sign there.
19 shots fired and one W. Rudolph - room temperature.
- Good luck to you, Alex. - You too. Take care of yourself.
As you know, the hostages are now safe.
They're being cared for at Carolina Regional Medical.
As for the forensics team, they include our very best.
Specialists in latent prints, fibre and hair study,
serology and DNA analysis.
I'm very encouraged by their progress. In less than two hours...