Look at me.
Look at the kite.
Jack...
Oh, I've seen that outfit before.
I can't remember when.
- Last night. - Last night!
These things do return.
God, my head is still pounding like a drum.
You party hard.
Yeah, well, you don't look worse than I am.
I didn't drink as much as you.
History of my life, Sara.
Psychiatrist by day, party animal by night.
I thought you've told me you were a lawyer.
I'm not, yet.
Excuse me.
- Yeah. - Hey, Jack. It's Shelly.
- I've been calling all morning. You OK? - I'm Ok. What's up?
I was worried.
You worry too much, Shelly. What's going on?
Frank Parks is been calling. He needs to speak with you immediately.
Pass him through.
I had fun last night, Miss. Pollard.
Me too.
Thanks for the wine tasting, Dr. Gramm.
Jack.
Hey, Jack, I've got Frank Parks. Go ahead.
- Hey, Frank. - Jack.
We got another one.
Oh, no. The same?
Every detail.
Right down to the lateral laceration.
It's the Seattle slayer again.
- Where are you now? - Look, Jack.
There's a tape.
You're gonna wanna see it.
Jack, are you still there?
Yeah.
Meet me at my office, okay?
Sure, Jack.
Where to?
114 Western, please. Quickly.
Welcome back, Seattle.
We're continuing our interview with John Forster...
who was convicted for the death of Janie Kay, nine years ago...
based on the eyewitness testimony of her twin sister, Janie Kay.
John Forster was dated to die at midnight, at Walla Walla Penitentiary.
- Do you mind changing it? - John Forster.
What's your reaction to the State...
Thank you.
Idiot!
Congratulations!
For what?
I was referring to the hottie that you left with the party last night.
She was a quite piece of ass.
- Remember her name? - Yes, I do.
Sara Pollard.
Is that a cut on your nose? You didn't have that before I left.
I fell out of the bed. FBI hit here yet?
- Yeah, 2 minutes in the conference room. - Okay.
Any calls?
New York Times, Washington times, Newsweek.
They all wanna know if you have a quote about Forster's execution.
- What else is new? - Kim Cummings called twice.
- She was worried about you too. - Kim knows this procedure.
Apparently not. She's in your office.
Jack Gramm Associates.
I put those case reports you wanna me to look at on your desk.
I thought Lauren and Leeza showed real insight and ability.
The others were pretty much working the math.
Yeah.
Don't you have Federal Agents waiting for you?
Yeah.
I' see you in class.
I'll take them trough today's work if you run late.
Thanks.
- Thank you, Kim. - Bye.
Janie Keith came by to give you a present.
Dr. Gramm.
I'm sorry. I don't know if this is appropriate...
I just wanted to...
I just wanted to mark the day.
Thank you, Janie.
I'm glad that my sister Janie hasn't been forgotten. Thank you.
For everything. You went out of your way.
You are busy, so I'm just... I'm gonna get out of here.
We did good, Janie. We did good.
All right.
Thanks.
Can I help you?
You are one of my students?
Hi.
- Jack. - Yeah.
I'd like to introduce you to Jeremy Goober, with attorney general office.
Jeremy is in charge of the Seattle slayer task force.
Dr. Gramm, it's so good to meet you. This is a really big honor for me.
Sorry about the...
Oh, this is such a beautiful conference room too.
And this special agent MacTire from the FBI.
Dr. Gramm.
Pleasure. Have a seat.
Hey, big fellow?
Yes.
Jeremy.
Seattle slayer task force.
Well, okay. I'm sure you have a lot of questions.
I'll do the best I can to answer them, but first I...
No. First I think we should all have a cookie.
These are from Janie Kay, whose sister, Janie was murdered by John Forster.
- Jeremy? - Sure, thank you.
- Frank? - No, thanks, Jack.
No?
Mr. MacTire?
You are a good sport, Jeremy.
A little milk maybe, what do you think?
Shelley, we got milk, don't we? Bring in three glasses.
Nothing for me, Jack.
All right, make that two.
No, make it three.
Maybe you have a change of heart.
So, let's see...
I can assume...
that last night crime scene...
was very much like Forster's previous crime scene, right?
- They totally match, yeah. - What totally matches?
I have in here...
- Halothane on the breath. - Subdued by Halothane.
- Rape. - Yeah.
The body was hung up side down.
Yes.
And...
slashed throat.
- And where this takes us? - Looks like a copy cat.
- It could be. Maybe - Could be? Maybe?
- Maybe. - It's a stage scene. Maybe what?
Maybe, and this might be far-fetched...
but what if the perp worked with Forster...
and these stage scenes were intended to throw some doubts on his guilty verdict?
- Go with it. - Possibly providing him...
with a stay of execution or even a new trial.
Goal star, Jeremy. Big goal star.
I mean, that's exactly what I think is happening here.
No, I'm sticking with copy cat.
Of course there is another possibility.
- Yeah? - Forster is innocent.
- Wrongly convicted. - No!
The task force is aware...
that your expert opinion was critical in convicting Forster.
But then why he walked his first trial?
Procedural error.
Why is he never been tried in any of the other five pending murderers...
that you've attributed to him?
You realize that it is the dude of my office to ensure that an innocent man...
is not executed tonight. You do understand that?
Look, Jack. If you have any reconsideration of testimony...
or anything new you wanna lay on the table...
now it would be the time.
Would you say it was fair to characterize...
your attitude towards John Forster...
- as a personal vendetta? - Lf we're been fair, yeah, sure.
It's a personal vendetta. I have a personal vendetta against Ted Bundy...
and Gacy and about 10 or 15 other serial murders...
- that are on the streets right now. - Jack, please.
That's helpful.
There is one other issue that we need to address.
Milk maid.
What's going on here?
Do you know a woman named Dale Morris?
Yes.
How?
- She's a student of mine. - She's just a student of yours?
Dr. Gramm, we're federal agency here. You don't wanna be lying here.
- We had a relationship. - You've been very cryptic right now?
He had a professional relationship, not a sexual relationship.
About a year ago her father died. She was very troubled.
I treated her as psychiatrist.
I don't sleep with my students, Mr. Goober.
Neither I sleep with my patients.
Now what does this have to do with anything? Anyway.
Jack.
Dale Morris was murdered last night.
She's the third and latest victim.
When was the last time you saw Dale?
Well...
I saw...
I saw her last night.
To our impossibly difficult professor.
We say thank you...
for making our lives miserable.
The pleasure is all mine.
We're celebrating.
You're celebrating Forster's pending execution?
No, we're celebrating his conviction, not his execution.
It was an overturn so we're happy about that. We worked hard on this case.
We have a tape that was left on the crime scene.
We're gonna play it for you now.
This message is for Dr. Jack Gramm.
You got the wrong man.
Forster is innocent.
Please, don't hurt me anymore.
Don't hurt me anymore.
You gonna let me go, right?
You said you'd let me go. I've read what you want me and...
Jack, it goes like that for about an hour, before she dies.
Why do you think she was reading you that message, Dr. Gramm?
Dr. Gramm?
In Dr. Gramm own words...
he analyzes a mental puzzle.
So they're no actual tangible pieces per say.
He made a guess based on what happened to Kate.
A guess based on his intuition, a personal bias, ego.
And he sold that fiction lock, stock and barrel to the jury.
What is it?
The girl that was killed last night...
- was Dale Morris. - Dale?
Oh, my God.
Okay, let's see...
We have our investigators coordinated with the FBI...
I wanna know everything Dale Morris did on the last 24 hours.
I wanna know where she went, who she talked to.
Can you please have Dr. Gramm's car ready, please. Thank you.
Thank you, Shelley.
For what?
- I don't know. For everything. - I hate when you do this, Jack.
Every time you o this, I think you gonna end up dead.
Just don't ask me to marry you again.
Why not? We're perfect for each other.
Yeah, yeah. Except that I'm gay and you're commitment phobe.
That's why we're perfect.
Thanks, baby.
Dr. Gramm is a world known expert in forensic psychiatry.
What is forensic psychiatry?
I mean, is not the same profession that destroyed MacMorton's life...
by conjuring up images of child molestation?
None of the charges were ever proved. And the accused, though innocent...
was public crucified.
Jack, look. Look at the kite.
Jack, come here.
Yeah?
Hello?
You have 88 minutes to live.
What?
You know how long 88 minutes can be, don't you?
- That's 11:45 am. - Who is this?
- Tic-tac. - Who the hell is this?
Tic-tac.
What were you saying?
- Jack Gramm Associates. - Shelley?
I want you to set a trap and and a trace on my cell.
What's going on?
I want you to contact a wireless carrier...
and have them find out who made that last phone call to me.
- Jack, I could be more helpful if... - Just do it.
Just do it. I need it, all right?
And call me when you get it.
John Forster was an Eagle Scout, which counts for his facility with ropes.
He also worked in a veterinary office...
where he had experience using the animal tranquilizer Halothane...
witch he's used to subdue his victims.
Halothane. Sorry, I'm late again. Thank you, Kim.
I see that the size of our class is dwindling once again.
It could be because you keep booting everyone.
My favorite student, Mike Stempt.
Okay. The legal distinction between sanity and insanity rests upon what?
- Free will. - The concept of the free will.
And what is the most important thing...
one should remember when entering a court-room?
That insanity it's a legal concept. It's not a medical or psychiatric term.
But despite the fact that insanity is a legal concept...
it doesn't mean that someone is not sick.
Yes, Lauren.
Of all the serial killers that I've interviewed and studied...
witch include our boy Bundy, Dahmer, Gacy...
none of them was legally insane.
This is not saying that they were normal.
I could argue that they couldn't help themselves...
precisely because of their mental disorder.
Well, if you wanna argue, Mike...
school of law is across campus.
Come on, Dr. Gramm.
It's ingenuous to pretend that our presentations are not arguments.
We create a narrative of the crime and the criminal.
Narrative is based on facts. Based on logic.
We don't walk into a court-room and advocate set scenes, do we?
We don't take sides. We check our views at the door.
You mean you want us to pretend we don't have an opinion?
We have opinions, Lauren, but we just keep them to ourselves.
Share them with your dog, if you have to.
Not with your parrot, because it talks back.
It is that kind of logic that's gonna get you in a law school across campus.
I've been there. I've done that.
Well, my condolences.
So, where is...
Dale Morris? She's absent. I don't see her.
That's her first.
I didn't take her for a quitter.
Anyone who has her phone number, please, contact me after class.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Shelley.
Tick-Tack, doc. You have 83 minutes to live, Dr. Gramm.
Tick-Tack, doc.
So where was I?
Bundy versus Forster.
- What? - Bundy versus Forster.
Thank you, Lauren.
You're welcome.
What we're gonna explore today is the similarities and dissimilarities...
say, from Ted Bundy's motives, let's compared them to John Forster's.
Dr. Gramm, your phone is ringing.
- Jack, are you there? - Shelley. What's going on?
The call was made from a cell phone.
One of those you buy and pay minutes for it.
Registered to whom?
- Look, I know you're in class, but... - Yes, who is registered to it?
A Kate Gramm.
Jack, it's a common name. It doesn't have to be your sister.
It's just a coincidence.
It's not a coincidence.
- It's not a coincidence. - Jack, I'm loosing you.
Shelley? Goddamn it!
Shelley?
Have you found out who my phone is registered to by now?
Poor Kate. If it was Kate, you'd like to call her?
I'm gonna find you, you here that, you son-of-a-bitch?
You're barking up the wrong tree on this one.
I'm gonna find you.
She suffered for such a long time.
You remember how long, don't you?
You still feel guilty about her?
You feel guilty about falsifying the evidence?
For lying under oath?
Tic-tac, doc. You have 79 minutes to live.
Do you find this funny, Albert?
Who were you calling on your phone?
Let me see your phone.
I was just...
Let me see that goddamn it phone.
I was just checking the Mariners score.
- You were what? - I was checking the Mariners score.
Okay, what is the score?
The score.
What's the damn score?
It's 3 x 1 Mariners. B1.
- Oh, my God, I can't believe it. - What does it mean? What's the problem?
Look.
What?
What's going on here?
It says that Dale Morris was murdered last night.
- Is that true, Dr. Gramm? - Yeah.
You knew it? You knew it and you didn't tell us?
- You knew and asked for Dale's number? - Is it the slayer?
- It could be. - It could be?
Well, the police haven't released any information yet.
- Are we all in danger? - I can't believe you didn't tell us.
- Dr. Gramm? - Lynn Johnson.
Someone just called a bomb threat.
Everyone is to evacuate the building immediately. Thank you.
Come on. Grab your stuff.
I'll get your papers of presentation, Tom.
I got the slides, Kim.
All students, faculty and staff must evacuate the building.
I repeat. Everyone must evacuate the building.
All students, faculty and staff must evacuate the building.
I repeat. Everyone must evacuate the building.
Please, remain calm e do not run.
Proceed to the door to the end of the campus.
I repeat. We must evacuate the building.
Jack? What are you doing? Get going.
All students, faculty and staff must evacuate the building.
What was that on the screen?
Some student playing a joke or something.
You of all people know that it breaks school laws to proceed by a threat...
you need to report this to the campus security immediately.
Carol. I get threat like this, three or four times a year.
Your incredible arrogance will slap the shit of you, Jack.
I wish you'd disclosure your true feelings about me...
before we became such good friends.
Maybe you should stop hiding behind your assessments about other people...
and start assessing yourself...
cause you need to get over your past and go on with your life...
cause what you're living isn't one.
It is not what you tell your patients?
- Gum? - Thank you.
I'll call campus security and let them know you're on your way.
Where did you go last night? When you left the bar.
Home.
Were you alone?
Screw you.
Roger. We're on it.
Yeah.
The press got a hold of Dale's name. It's all over the news.
Yeah, I know that.
And Forster's attorney is going to the court and try a stay.
A stay? On what grounds?
They're claiming that these...
murders prove that the real killer have never been brought to justice.
Nonsense. They're just trying to buy time. They're desperate.
They're also claiming that you falsify testimony and concealed evidences.
Well, it's all loose. Goddamn it.
Who is that guy?
What about Dale Morris? Did we find anymore of her?
She was murdered in her apartment...
between the hours of two and six am.
- Any sign of force entry? - No.
Does Forster still have that group visiting him on prison?
He's like a goddamn rock star. Website and all.
I want you to pull a background check on all my students...
and get back to me.
Damn.
Oh, no.
Okay.
Kim? What are you doing here?
I'm getting my car, it's parked here...
like it's every day I come to the campus.
That was really horrible. Just horrible what you did in class...
- it's was little low for you. - I was looking for potential suspects.
That's what I was doing. What did you do after you left the party last night?
I didn't end up drunk in bed with an strange like you.
You left the party with Dale Morris, the girl that was murdered, didn't you?
- Yes, I did. - So what did you do? Where did you go?
You're not seriously considering...
Where did you go?
We went to the Hickory Stick. We had a drink, two drinks.
- And then? - And then I went home alone.
- You have anyone that can verify that? - No. No-one can verify it.
Come on. I've been your teaching assistant for two years.
I'm your friend. I'm here to help you, if you let me.
Follow me.
Who did that?
What does that mean?
According to a anonymous phone call...
that means I have 72 minutes left to live.
Can I borrow your cell phone?
I've broke mine.
These are my car keys.
Can you take that around front and meet me there in ten minutes?
- I have to go to the campus security. - Okay.
Call me on my Blackberry if you run late.
Okay.
Shelley. You gonna have to reach me on Kim's cell phone.
What happened to yours?
- I broke it. - What?
You have her number, don't you?
Yeah, I do.
Listen, just forward all the calls, okay, to Kim's cell.
Please, thanks.
Dr. Gramm.
Hey, Mike.
Everyone is pretty upset about Dale.
Yeah, well, that's understandable. Considering the circumstances.
I have a question about John Forster.
Yeah? What?
Well, I've been going through the trial transcripts in Kate's history...
Why would you do that?
To understand your process better. How you come to your conclusions.
And?
What?
Is it possible that Forster is innocent?
No.
You won't even consider the possibility?
No.
You're completely convinced the scenario you put together is the only one?
First of all, I didn't put together a scenario.
I recreated the crime scene. Second...
I didn't convict Forster. A jury did.
But the evidence was circumstantial.
No DNA, no murder weapon.
Nothing directly linking Forster to the crime, except your narrative...
- and Janie Kay's testimony. - What's your point?
Just that your testimony was very convincing.
That's my job.
To be convincing.
I thought it was to be right.
Help!
Somebody, please!
Help!
- Lauren. - Dr. Gramm.
What happened to you?
He's wearing a leather jacket. He's out there.
I bit his hand, it's bleeding. If his hand is bloody, you can get him.
- You're okay? - Go get him now! I'm fine!
- Watch my car! - It's a police action!
There's been an assault.
- I wanna see your hands. - Back off!
- Roll the window down. - No!
I'm a forensic psychiatric with the FBI. Here.
Okay? Open the window now.
- Yeah. - See? Well, roll down the window...
and let me see your hands. Let me see your hands.
If you have nothing to hide, you can show me.
Look, I'm trying to go home. What?
Okay, sorry.
Excuse me.
There's been an assault. I wanna see your hand.
Okay. Be cool now!
There's been an assault. I gotta check your hands.
I'm a forensic psychiatric with the FBI.
Sorry.
I couldn't find him.
Here.
This is stupid.
I'm so stupid.
- How I could be so weak? Such a wimp. - It's not your fault. Come on.
I can't believe I let him get away like that. I should've fought back more.
Stop beating yourself up? What exactly happened?
He came from behind. He put this rag over my mouth and I bit his hand.
- The rag had an odor? - Something sweet...
It's Halothane, right?
- Yeah. - He's the one.
Probably.
I let Dale's murderer get away.
Stop beating yourself up and tell me something.
Tell me something. Could you identify him if you saw him again?
He came from behind, I didn't see him.
Let's go to the campus security, you'll tell the everything.
Hello.
This woman has just been attacked.
Are you okay?
I think so.
What's your name?
Lauren Douglas.
And who are you?
Jack Gramm.
The famous Dr. Jack Gramm?
Then Johnson Fonsen have you be coming in.
Is there someone to interview Miss Douglas now, please?
- Jimmy? - Yeah.
- You wanna check out this girl? - Wait a minute.
Right this way.
What's going on here?
The person who attacked her may still be on the campus.
What the hell you guys doing?
We got all these guys out on the bomb squad.
Excuse me for one moment. It's a little crazy around here.
Jimmy, get off the phone and interview Miss. Douglas, please.
I'll be right there.
Why won't you seat here?
Okay, you okay?
- Jack Gramm Associates. - Shelley? Get Frank...
- and pass him through when you get him. - Okay.
Okay, thank you.
I don't want you going back to your apartment until the locks are changed.
I don't have anywhere else to go.
After you talk to the officer here...
go back to my office. Shelley will find a place to stay.
Okay.
- Come on. It's gonna be all right. - Sorry for all the troubles I caused.
Miss. Douglas. Right this way.
- Right in here. - I'm sorry.
- Yeah? - I left a word for Frank.
Okay. There's been another incident.
The Forster's case it's your thing, right?
Wrong, it's not my thing.
I saw your testimony on Court TV.
Yeah, right?
Fill those out.
Yeah, I follow the big crime cases.
They fascinate me.
When Dr. Jack Gramm takes the stand.
You come up with things I didn't think off.
- This here, this is just a job until... - Until you pass the police's exam.
See? How did you know that?
Just a guess.
That's the thing about you.
You know how to put two plus two and you make it four.
Or five.
There are times that you know.
I'm not gonna be a campus cop to a bunch of snob rich kids.
Especially these rich bitches...
My car is been analyzed. The window was smashed.
There's a number on the body. Look into it.
Dr. Gramm?
This is Johnny D'Franco, from campus security.
Can you get me Lynn Johnson?
- Jack Gramm Associates. - Shelley?
- Did you find Frank? - No, not yet. What the hell is going on?
Well, I received a threaten phone call saying I have 88 minutes to live.
11:45h this morning, and my time is up.
Pull out my risk assessment file.
Anybody rating "e" and above...
I want you to cross reference against Forster.
And when you find Frank...
ask him if Sara Pollard or any of my students ever visit Forster in prison.
Sara Pollard?
She's the girl I met at the party last night.
Call Wong Lee...
and have him make a list of all the phone numbers...
Forster called on the last 72 hours.
Where should fax the list?
My apartment.
And run a check on Kim.
Kim?
Yeah, just do it, okay? Hello.
Jack.
- Damn it. - The car is out front.
- Drive Squaid. - Good.
You're okay? You look a little freaked out.
Yeah. You have...
- a battery for your phone? - Yeah, I do.
- What the hell is this? - What are you doing?
Goddamn it, what is this?
What are you doing with a gun in your purse?
Jesus, why don't you just announce to the world?
I don't think they've heard you in English Department.
- Why the gun, Kim? - For protection.
- Where did you get it? - I have a permit. My dad is a cop.
- Why you need a gun? - I don't. My dad thinks I do.
Why?
I have a crazy ex boyfriend, okay, Jack?
Oh. Jesus. God.
Yeah, I really know how to pick one or what?
The judge said if he threats anyone he goes back to jail.
Back to jail? What jail?
Prison, actually. Walla Walla.
That's where Forster is.
Come on, let's go.
Special Agent Parks.
Frank, it's Jack.
I'm at the university campus. We got a problem here.
Someone attacked one of my students and tried to knock her out with Halothane.
- That's the Seattle slayer. - I know, hold on.
Give me a second.
Yeah. There's a security guard on this campus, his name is D'Franco.
I don't like him. He's suspicious.
I want you to take him in for questioning, okay?
Also get a warrant and search his place.
Jesus Christ, Jack.
You know I can't just get a warrant without sufficient grounds.
Just get a warrant, Frank, come on.
Do you think he is the slayer?
- To link Forster on the outside? - It's possible.
Listen, I checked the names that Shelley, of the students.
And there's no record of Lauren Douglas, Kim Cummings or Sara Pollard...
but you gonna love this.
Mike Stempt visit Forster four times over the last six weeks.
Mike Stempt. What was his reason?
Research. He had written permission.
No, no, no. I didn't give him any permission.
Written or otherwise.
Well, it's your signature, Jack. I got a copy right here.
Hold on. That... Hold on a second.
That ex boyfriend of yours. What is his name?
Guy LaForge.
Run a check on a parole named Guy LaForge.
He served time at Walla Walla with Forster.
And I'll call you back when I get to my apartment.
All right.
Do you think that Frank is working with Forster?
Someone is.
- I got you Johnson. - Yeah.
They've found a backpack in your lecture hall.
What? With a bomb in it?
No. A photo, dynamite, and a time with a note addressed to you.
What did it say?
Tic-tac.
What does it mean, Jack?
I call you back.
- You are okay? - Yeah.
What the hell was that?
Probably somebody trying to scare us.
Who do you think would do something like that?
Does your boyfriend drive a motorcycle?
Yeah.
Except he's not my boyfriend anymore.
Yeah.
How does it feel to know you won't live through another night?
56 minutes.
Tic-tac, doc.
Let's go.
Guy LaForge.
He isn't a boyfriend, is he?
The only thing that got me out of Texas was my books marks.
And when I left for college, I had that, but not much else.
So I tried to fit in. I drank too much.
Thought too little.
And I met Guy.
And he was this English...
working class rock star wanna be.
And I fell for him.
And I married him...
when I graduated.
He didn't take to well to my aspirations for higher education.
In fact he didn't really want me to leave the house. And when I disobeyed...
he got filthy drunk and he beat me.
That's when he got arrested and I divorced him.
I've been trying to make up for lost time ever since.
- You know, Forster is trying to kill me. - Forster is in prison.
Yeah, I know. He's got someone on the outside trying to...
to do the job.
He's gonna kill me.
If I don't get him first.
Whoever is working with Forster must be close to you.
- A friend even. - I don't have many friends.
That's a plus.
It's a real pleasure to look at everyone you know as your would be murderer.
Paranoia is a normal state of mind, huh?
Where is Errol?
I don't know. I'm a temp. The agency sent me.
Dr. Gramm?
There's a package for you.
How did you know my name?
I don't. It was a question.
Yeah.
- There's no returning address on this? - No.
Who delivered it?
A carrier. But there was another person here at the same time...
- Iooking for you. - Who?
- What was his name? - No, I didn't get it.
When he walked in I was on the phone with the plumber.
- He said he would be right back. - Okay.
You wanna me pull the surveillance tapes?
That shouldn't take more than an hour to get someone up here with the keys.
- I don't have an hour. - No?
Hey, you know, he was also wearing leathers. He had a motorcycle helmet.
That's Guy. He was here.
If he comes back, don't send him up to my apartment.
Yeah.
- Hi, Dr. Gramm. - Hi, Eva.
How did Guy know we're going to be here?
How does even know where you live?
Oh, Walther P99.
That would blow a hole through anything.
What? I grew up around guns.
Maybe he didn't know I was gonna be here, maybe that's why he showed up.
I'll verify where he went after the party last night.
There's a Lauren Douglas to see you. Should I send her up?
Okay, send her up.
He got that right, didn't he?
Hey, what's that?
This?
It's a chemical detector.
It sniffs out vapors. Custom agencies are using it.
And?
It's not a bomb.
That's good.
Yeah.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Are you okay? - Yeah. I'm better, thank you.
- What do you have? - I went to see Shelley like you said.
She tried to fax you over some papers, but the machine was down.
So I said I'd bring the risk assessment profiles over myself.
I didn't know you had company.
Dale told me how good you're with her when her dad died.
She was so grateful.
Dr. Gramm?
Yeah?
If there's anything I can do to help you find Dale's murderer...
- will you let me know? - Of course, yes.
Thank you.
Can I call you a cab or something?
No, Mike is gonna give me a ride.
- Okay. - Thanks for these...
Bye.
All those people have threatened you?
Well, you know, it comes with the territory.
How come you never mention that in class?
How many students end up going into this field anyway?
Not very many with you booting all of them.
Yeah.
Can I ask you a personal question?
No.
How come you never got married?
I mean, you're a pretty good prospect.
You obviously make a shit load of money.
Why would I get married?
I'm a target for any nut with a grudge.
I can't afford emotional attachments.
Yeah, but don't you want kids?
Don't you want a family?
I'm too old for kids.
You're too young for me, Kim.
If you want me to leave, Jack, all you've got to do is say it and I'm gone.
No, I don't want you to leave.
I need you, Kim.
You are smart and you are important to me.
Really, you are.
Okay.
- Yeah. - Jack, it's Shelley.
What the hell happened to you? Where have you been
Making calls for you, four lines simultaneously. The fax is down.
I know, Lauren Douglas came over and brought some papers with her.
Jack, you better turn on MS-NBC.
Why?
Forster got a judge to grant his request for an interview.
He's on, live.
This is gonna heat things up
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