Billy Ray Pope!
On the ground, now!
Hands above your head, interlace your fingers.
William Raymond Pope,
we're here to serve
a search warrant on the premises.
Don't forget to leave a mint on the pillow when you're finished.
Shut up.
Oh, you gargled. I appreciate that.
They're not gonna find anything.
You know that, don't you?
A little boy lost in a big man's shirt.
Still so much to learn.
If there was anything here,
you think he'd let you lead the party?
Virgil Webster doesn't go out in the rain
for trash like you.
So let me ask you a question.
The papers won't say.
This guy who you're looking for,
this guy who's not me,
you think when he cuts their hearts out,
they're still alive or what?
DANNY: The place is clean.
Obsessively.
Told ya. Thanks for playing.
Clean, huh? Bring him!
What's he doing?
Hey, what are you doing?
( yells )
( screaming )
Stop!
( howling )
Welcome to the team, son.
What are you doing?
I can't get anything to grow.
Hey, I thought
you were supposed to avoid
all strenuous activity?
Where's my lunch?
( grunts )
I'm heating up the barbecue.
Yeah? How long will it take?
Well, long enough for us to... Hmm?
Hello. We already did that.
Haven't you seen me?
Yeah, but I love fat chicks.
( giggles ) ! You look hot.
I thought I was supposed to be
avoiding strenuous activity.
Well, then, I'll do all the heavy lifting.
If you can somehow avoid using the terms
"heavy" and "lifting,"
you might be in with a shot.
( cell phone ringing )
Yeah?
WEB: Lisa Aaron.
28, a married lady.
Her husband had been
to a three-day software convention in Vegas.
He came home to scented candles,
the sound of love songs on the stereo,
a pair of Lisa's panties
enticingly just inside the front door,
and these rose petals leading to what Mr. Aaron
would assume to be
a more lively encounter.
Victim was raped.
Death resulted from one .38 caliber shot
to the head, point blank.
The heart was removed postmortem.
We haven't recovered it yet.
You won't.
Have you looked
in her mouth?
Not yet.
I just got off the phone
with the warden of Satsuma Penitentiary.
Billy Ray Pope is tucked away in his cell, working on his appeal.
So it wasn't him.
It was him. Of course it was.
How do you figure?
Murder furlough?
No, this.
This is how I figure.
Pope forced Valentine cards
down the throats of all his victims.
Now that detail was never made public.
No one knew about it except for us... and for him.
Yeah, I remember we kept that card detail in-house
to weed out the crazies and the chronics.
Never came out during the trial?
WEB: Didn't have to.
Paul found Stacey Travers' heart
under one of Pope's rose bushes.
The jury thought that was enough.
Pope may not have done this physically,
but he guided the hand that did,
'cause Lisa Aaron's murder is an exact re-creation
of his crimes,
right down to his choice of victims.
Victims?
Yeah, he only targets couples,
married couples, and I would argue that the husband
is his primary victim.
I bet Mrs. Aaron would take issue with that.
No, Paul is right.
For Pope, it's all about the men.
They had something he never could.
He wants to destroy it,
make them like him-- bereft,
alone... hollow.
Okay, so how? If-if he's
orchestrating this whole thing from the inside,
how-how'd he do it?
Maybe we should ask him.
Any particular reason
your client doesn't want to look us in the eye?
Oh, he's under no obligation
to speak to you at all.
Even this much is a courtesy.
We'll be sure and send him a card.
Okay. Stand by. Live
from a federal penitentiary near you.
Excuse me, are you sure this is a secure feed?
No. It goes direct to Fox News.
Hello.
Who have we got?
Virgil Webster. my team,
your attorney.
Paul?
Paul Ryan?
I'm here.
Hey. What do you got on your finger?
You tie the knot?
Kidding.
I can't see you.
I read about it in your online alumni newsletter.
God, I love the Internet.
Mr. Pope, we don't want to take too much of your time.
I got nothing but time.
Fine. Our time, then.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Is that the new one, Web?
Sounds young. Fresh.
Locke, isn't it? Special Agent Becky Locke?
Rebecca.
You've tallied up some pretty good ones
in your short time, Becky.
I'm very impressed.
So, yes, you may ask me some questions,
but before you do,
I want Ryan to leave.
I don't know if he told you, Becky,
but my case was Ryan's big audition for the varsity squad,
but I am innocent.
So he has no right to be in that room, since, by my lights,
he failed the entrance exam.
Is he leaving, Ms. Petikof?
No. He's not.
Okay, we're done.
Fine.
I'm going.
Okay, Becky.
Shoot.
Paul Ryan?
I'm supervisory Special Agent Glenn Terry.
Am I to understand there's a live feed
coming into this building from Satsuma Penitentiary?
There is.
Kill it.
What's this about, Glenn?
Judge Hawthorne
has agreed to hear Pope's appeal.
His attorney has apparently presented
some rather compelling exculpatory evidence.
You mean like another murder
that matches Pope's M.O. and signature?
We know about it.
We're investigating it.
Not anymore. Deputy Director Gordon
does not want you going anywhere near
the Lisa Aaron murder until after
the appeals process is over.
What?
Your involvement
in this new murder might suggest
that it's somehow connected to the Pope case.
It is.
That's not
the Bureau's position.
If we start acting like it is,
it may look like we put away the wrong man.
This is exactly what he wants.
You take me off this, we're playing right into Pope's hands.
I'm sorry, Special Agent Ryan.
Did I give you the impression
we were having a dialog about this?
So is my entire team barred from the Aaron murder,
or just those that were active on Pope?
If you can do it without compromising the Pope case,
you can assign someone to the Aaron murder.
You're not actually
going along with this?
Paul, go home.
Send Locke in
on the way out.
Web wants to see you.
Who wants to see me?
Excuse me.
You wanted to see me.
Supervisory Special Agent Virgil Webster.
Yeah, I actually have a couple of your books.
Paul Ryan, San Diego office.
Good to know you.
Special Agent Alvarez.
Son, we'll take it from here.
Uh, sir, I've just spent
the last hour with the guy.
I can save you some time.
He didn't do this.
I know. The guy who did
is named William Raymond Pope.
He's a nobody, but he's a very smart nobody.
We've had him under surveillance for months,
and tonight he slipped the net.
But while I know him to be guilty,
I can't prove it,
which is why I want to talk to this guy,
have him recount every second
of the last 48 hours
on the off chance that some overlooked detail...
He tried to revive her.
He tried to give his wife CPR.
She didn't have a heart.
Are you really going to make him
tell that story again?
Are you asking me to have a heart,
Paul Ryan, San Diego office?
I'm asking you
to let me finish my interview. Let me finish it,
and let me help you nail this guy.
Okay.
Poor bastard.
You sign up, you think you're serving your country.
Think you can protect even one person.
How'd you like to wake up from that dream?
You're not talking about the Marine, are you?
He's a Boy Scout, Virg.
You really think you can play nice with a Boy Scout?
Well, sometimes you want one to help you cross the street.
Hey, I'm back.
You're not going to believe what happened today.
Actually, I'm sure you will.
Honey?
* You make me smile... *
* With my heart *
Hey, what's this for?
You're not supposed to...
Karen?
( screams ): Oh, jeez!
What?
What the hell?!
I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
Honey, you're not supposed to get in the bath or drink wine.
This is for you.
Mel called, she said that you'd be coming home early,
'cause she said you had a bad day.
What's going on?
Billy Ray Pope.
Oh...
He's back.
PERTIKOFF: Point two.
We will show that the investigation
upon which the government based its case
was incompetent and prejudicial in the extreme,
distorting the truth, and twisting the facts.
Today, the truth gets a second chance.
And the truth is that Billy Ray Pope...
...cut my sister wide open.
And when Mark found her there
he blew his own head off.
Objection.
Mr. Shutan?
Ms. Cunningham, please just tell the court what you saw
when you opened the door to Kim's bedroom?
Blood... on the sheets and headboard,
on the wall above the headboard.
Jodie was, uh, arranged on the bed.
( voice cracks ): Her arms and legs were spread...
( inhales ): and her...
chest...
was...
SHUTAN: Thank you, Captain.
That's all.
You may step down.
Your Honor,
defense calls Special Agent Paul Ryan to the stand, please.
PERTIKOFF: There were how many victims of this so-called
Thief Of Hearts killer, Special Agent Ryan?
PAUL: Six.
Six that we know of.
And in every instance,
the heart muscle was extracted from the body
and carried from the scene?
That's right.
But when you dug up my client's garden,
you only found one,
is that right?
Yes.
We only found one human heart in your client's garden.
How did it come about that you knew where to dig?
We received a tip from a witness
who observed Mr. Pope
engaging in suspicious activity in his backyard
at 2:00 in the morning, covered in blood.
And it's based on that statement
that you secured a warrant
in order to search my client's property?
Yes.
No further questions, Your Honor.
JUDGE: You may step down.
The defense calls Elizabeth Fisher to the stand.
WEB: What are you doing here?
Canvassing for suspects.
Elucidate.
The rape kit on the victim...
Wait. PERTIKOFF: Ms. Fisher,
you testified on December 14, 2002
that you witnessed the defendant, Mr. Pope,
digging in a suspicious manner in his garden
the morning of November 5th.
Were you telling the truth?
No, I was not.
What?
You never saw Mr. Pope doing anything suspicious?
No.
( murmuring )
( judge bangs gavel )
Ms. Fisher, would you please now tell the court
why you lied under oath?
I had a phone call on the first, November 1st.
He offered to pay me
$10,000 to say I saw my neighbor digging in his garden at night.
Did they ask you to call the police?
He told me to call the FBI
and to ask for Special Agent Paul Ryan.
Ms. Fisher, would you be able to identify the man that you
spoke to on the phone?
We never met.
He left the money for me in a motel room.
Oh, come on!
( gavel bangs )
PETIKOF: Nothing further, Your Honor.
This hearing will be in recess until 3:00 p.m. on the 23rd.
( gavel bangs )
REBECCA: You and Paul thought the Lisa Aaron murder
was a perfect forgery of Billy Ray's crimes.
It wasn't.
Billy Ray's victims were all raped by... a human,
specifically a male human.
Lisa Aaron was violated with an object.
You're saying our new killer
was perhaps not equipped in the same way.
We need to widen our parameters of possible suspects.
There is a chance our new UNSUB may be...
REBECCA: Zoya Pertikof.
Junior partner at Epstein, Hoffs, Gustafson & Rhone.
They work a lot of pro bono cases,
mostly anti-death penalty stuff.
And she's killing for one of her clients?
Yeah, right.
Some anti-abortionists shoot clinic doctors.
Pope didn't get the death penalty.
Unfortunately.
No, but Zoya's
first husband did.
She was 19, he was 38. Henry Clayton Barber.
She wrote to him while he was in prison.
They got married just before he met
"Old Sparky."
She insisted he was framed.
He's the reason she took up law.
Maybe she wanted
more than a jailhouse romance this time.
Maybe she wanted them to be together.
Well, she'd know about the Valentine's card.
She was his lawyer.
Only if he told her.
Turns out prosecution withheld that detail.
Okay, even if they are involved,
it doesn't answer the question, who bribed Liz Fisher?
She said she heard a man's voice on the phone.
What are you trying to say?
What you don't want to hear.
That maybe the real killer made that call.
The real killer did.
William Raymond Pope.
He framed himself?
Think about it. He knew that we were onto him.
Maybe he wanted to get himself convicted
on false testimony,
take some of the heat off his tail,
let the appeal wash him clean. What?
And the latest murder, Lisa Aaron?
It was taking too long.
His request for a new hearing was denied three times,
three times in five years.
He was getting frustrated. He needed somebody
on the outside to give him a boost.
A boost?
From the outside?
Then he met Zoya.
That's a reasonable theory.
I'd pursue that.
He thinks that's a reasonable theory?
Maybe if you're Oliver Stone.
Oh. Thanks, Joel.
( whispers ): Maybe Rebecca's the killer.
I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me.
Oh, absolutely.
It's right across the street from the courthouse.
I need to be around when the ruling is handed down.
What is this, an interrogation room?
Yeah, it's soundproof.
I thought we'd be more comfortable here.
Yes, it's very, very comfy.
Um, unless
you're willing to admit that you railroaded my client in 2002,
I'm not sure that we really have that much
to talk about.
Actually, I was hoping we could talk about you.
Me?
You, and your relationship with Billy Ray Pope.
Well, uh...
he is my client.
When did you take his case?
July 2003.
I came across his story in the L.A. Weekly,
I noticed the name of the public defender
who was arguing his case,
and I knew him to be a schmuck,
so I decided to go and see Billy Ray myself.
And that's when I knew
I was looking into the eyes of an innocent man.
And when did you two fall in love?
Well, apparently, you've done some research
into my background, I see.
I do believe that we are done.
Have a good day.
( gavel banging )
JUDGE: Given new information that has come to light,
and after reviewing key evidence in the defendant's conviction
of three years ago,
it is the finding of this court that the jury verdict
in People v. Pope be set aside,
( spectators gasp )
and that William Raymond Pope be released at once.
Mr. Pope, you are free to go.
Carter.
Hey, Carter. Yeah.
How much of our old interrogations
are stored in there?
I've digitized up to 2002,
starting with the oldest tapes first.
They were turning to dust.
Okay, so would we have easy access
to the interviews that Web did with Pope
right after his arrest?
Yeah. I can pull those up.
Can you make me a copy?
Brother, I'm on it.
Miss Fisher?
Oh, God. Look, I'm going to be late.
Please, I just need a minute.
I'm sorry, but I told the truth.
Hey, I believe you. And look, I understand.
You were offered a lot of money,
and you told me what I wanted to hear,
but right now
I just need you to hear something, okay?
Please. The man that called you that night,
could this be his voice?
You know I'm innocent.
You know I didn't bury that heart in my garden.
I mean, why would I?
And why wouldn't it be with the other hearts
that I apparently plucked out?
WEB: That's a very good question, Bill.
Where are the other hearts?
Yeah, yeah, that's him.
Where do you keep them?
That voice, you mean?
Orange stars, green clovers.
No. The other one.
A real distinctive voice.
Him. That's the man who called me.
Refrigerated?
Some special place...
Are you sure?
Yeah, I mean, it's been a while,
but that's not a voice you forget.
That's a voice that could sell you something.
WEB: ...in your most private moments
when you take them out and you handle them?
This is starting
to become a habit, Paul.
I'm going to have to...
You have my attention.
Stacey Travers.
Billy Ray Pope's last victim.
It was her heart
that we found in his garden.
I'm sorry.
I found
in his garden.
You put it there.
I put it there?
Does this make me the killer?
I'm trying to keep up.
You knew he was guilty,
you tailed him for months...
...but you couldn't prove it.
You wanted to catch him in the act,
so you let him think
that he'd slipped your tail.
You followed him to Stacey Travers' home,
watched him get out of his car,
and then you let him go in.
But, now, something...
something went wrong.
Now, maybe he got nervous,
maybe he rushed through his ritual,
but she was dead when you got there.
And Pope somehow got away.
And I think...
it's because you tried to revive her.
But why?
I mean, she wasn't coming back.
Stacy Travers was dead.
Her heart had stopped beating.
I just have one question.
Did he just...
not take it with him,
or did you cut
that woman open yourself,
and plant her heart in his backyard?
You know, Paul,
you're about to become a father.
Don't you think it's time you grew up?
You won't deny it.
I won't dignify it.
You think we put an innocent man away?
I think we framed a guilty man.
And I'm curious,
after all that was accomplished,
why keep me around?
Why have me join your team?
The truth?
Yeah, the truth.
Let's try that.
You're a smart investigator.
You're honest and forthright,
you're... transparently good.
And from time to time,
those qualities are useful to me.
Paul.
MEL: Should we call him
or wait till he calls us?
Did this have something to do
with Supervisory Agent Terry?
No, Web hates Glenn,
he wouldn't give Paul up to him.
Something went down between the two of them.
WEB: Locke.
Where is the report on the Petikof interrogation?
I'm still working on it, sir.
Billy Ray Pope has been on the street
for five hours!
WEB: That is five hours too long!
Give me what you have.
Does this express any potential as the UNSUB?
Actually, I was more struck more by what she didn't express.
She saw a replica of the Valentine's Day card
in my file, and didn't react at all.
I believe the killer would register recognition...
She's a lawyer!
Think she might be bluffing?
I'm not sure.
Get sure.
The medical examiner
tells us that not only was Lisa Aaron assaulted
with an object,
but that the rape was postmortem.
I figure that supports
your female UNSUB theory.
Because a female may not have the strength
to control a living victim... If Zoya is not the woman,
find me who is,
otherwise I want evidence on her.
I want it now!
Web.
What?
Where's Paul?
Not on this case.
( rattling )
Did you fire him?
I haven't fired
any of you... yet.
( beeping )
Paul?
Yeah?
Hey.
Are we gonna talk about this?
( sighs ) What?
What's to talk about?
Isn't this what you always wanted?
Worrying about your job is not the same
as wanting you to throw it away.
I, I know.
Look, I didn't mean that.
It's just, it's Web.
It's always Web, hon.
This is different.
This is about Billy Ray Pope.
This is about you.
I haven't seen you like this
since you were on that case.
Hey, I know.
Look, you're just seeing me worked up, okay?
Everything's going to be fine.
Yeah, I never said it wasn't.
Look, I got to take a drive, all right?
Just get out,
clear my head. Where you going?
Just, out.
You know, cool down.
I won't be long.
Please don't.
Stay with us tonight.
I'll be back soon.
( beeping )
It was cursory. ( footsteps )
What was?
The rape, the non-rape, I don't know.
( phone rings )
It's Paul's.
It's been ringing a lot.
It'll go to voice mail.
( ringing continues )
It doesn't track.
The killer made sure she was dead first
and then made it look like she was raped,
but without much conviction, I...
I've got to say,
I'm coming around
on the whole Zoya-killing-
so-her-prison-lover- can-be-set-free thing.
It's the only motive we've got.
Is it?
( phone rings )
I'll be right back; I got to check something.
( ringing continues )
PAUL: Hey, Billy Ray.
Love the suit.
Get out.
Not your house, Billy Ray.
Which begs the question: Where's Zoya?
How long are you gonna keep this up?
( phone rings )
Well... I, uh,
just cleared my schedule,
so let's not worry about a time frame, huh?
Can we be real with each other
for a second?
Man to man.
Sure.
When we first met,
I was going through a rough time.
But I'm different now.
I've changed.
Oh, you've changed? Yes.
I'm in love, Agent Ryan.
I love someone now,
and she loves me.
Enough to kill for you.
That's great, Billy Ray.
I am... I am happy for you.
But have you asked yourself
the most important question?
How long will it last?
Huh?
How many nights will you spend,
snuggled up to her,
listening to the pounding in her chest?
How long before you rip her open
and reach around
in the warm gore?
How long before you take her heart
to meet the others you stashed away?
That's how long I can wait.
I'm calling the police.
( phone rings ) Oh, hang on.
Billy Ray.
Might be them.
( phone beeps )
Ryan. Paul, it's Mel.
Where are you?
Actually, Mel, I can't, I can't talk now.
I'm with a friend.
No, no, no.
Paul, listen, the phone here,
it's the only number they had to call
in case of an emergency. What?
Paul...
it's about Karen.
( phone drops )
What did you do?
What did you do?!
Where's Zoya?
( gasps )
MEL: Paul?
Paul, did you hear me?
It's about... Mel?
What's going on?
Paul, are you okay?
Where's Karen?
She's at Cedars.
She's going into surgery right now.
What?
A car accident.
Cops said she wasn't paying attention.
Is she okay? She's okay.
Is he okay?
I'm so sorry.
She lost the baby.
( slow, steady beeping )
( beeping continues )
Paul?
Shh.
Mm...
I went looking for you.
I'm here.
Yeah.
She needs to rest.
PAUL: It was my fault,
why she was out.
( sighs )
I thought it was him.
Who?
I thought if he hurt her, if he touched her...
I'd kill him.
No questions, no courts--
no matter what, he would have to die.
( softly ): Paul...
No matter what. Paul, look at me.
Will you stay with her?
Why? What do you... ! Melody,
will you stay with Karen?
Yeah.
( phone ringing )
Yeah? Paul, it's me.
I know you're not officially on the case,
but I need to run something by you
that I don't think Web wants to hear.
I think everything that suggested Yeah?
our UNSUB might be a woman-- the rape was cursory,
the fact that it was carried out postmortem--
actually means something else.
I think it was a man.
And he had sympathy for the victim.
You mean after
her heart was cut out?
The crime still had to be forged, so...
the motive doesn't change-- get Pope's appeal heard,
get him back on the street.
We assumed that the only way the killer would know
about the greeting cards
was if it came from Pope himself.
But I don't think he ever told Zoya.
She still believes he's innocent.
So... the only way
the killer could know about the cards was if
he saw one himself-- if he'd discovered
one of the victims, and was trained to respond.
I think we're looking at one of the victim's husbands,
probably Jim Travers or Nate Laird.
They fought hardest for the death penalty.
Maybe it was one
of their plans that got frustrated.
It's a solid theory.
We've alerted the MP's at Pendleton.
Laird's on duty, but they can't find him.
Danny's on his way there now.
We also can't get Travers on the phone.
He lives in Tarzana. Can you get there?
I can't. I'm in the hospital.
What? A-Are you okay?
I'm fine. It's just...
there was an accident
with Paul's wife.
Rebecca...
she lost the baby.
Oh, my God. He didn't say anything.
Who? Paul. I-I just spoke with him.
Where was he?
What do you mean?
He's not with you?
No, he ran off to I don't know where
and asked me to stay with Karen.
Okay, thanks.
It's gonna be all right.
POPE: He can't do this to us.
PETIKOF: No, he can't.
I'm going to end his career,
and I'm gonna put him in jail, I promise you.
And we'll see how he likes it then.
( pounding on door )
( groans ): Not again.
Um... you just stay here.
Let me take care of it this time, all right?
( grunts, gasps )
Remember me?
Locke, how's your theory coming?
Marine sticker.
Is that Laird?
Huh, could be.
Paul, what are you doing?
Nothing.
This isn't justice.
No, but it's something.
Look, I know what happened to Karen.
I'm sorry.
But, go.
You shouldn't even be here.
I know you shot
Jodie first.
But I'm gonna cut out your heart while you're still breathing.
So you know how it feels.
Your wife was worth every second.
Freeze!
Please, Captain,
put the knife down.
Please leave, ma'am.
Can't do that, Nathan. Put down the knife.
This filth killed Jodie.
I know...
He's gonna pay.
State won't do it, I will.
Captain!
No... no...
No!
See...
how it feels.
( screaming )
TERRY: Special Agent Paul Ryan.
I've heard that name a lot tonight.
Zoya Petikof called in a complaint against you earlier.
Before she was shot.
Sir, I can explain...
Ah, so you can explain...
how two neighbors saw Ryan here earlier today, before Petikof
called in her complaint?
How he failed
to protect the only person
in the room innocent of a crime?
I just can't wait to hear your justification.
WEB: He was working for me, Terry.
Agent Ryan was following my very specific instructions.
I see.
I'd like a word with my SA.
I don't work for you,
and I don't want any favors.
Okay, then you're a private citizen
who's become a vigilante felon.
And they'll slap the cuffs
on you immediately.
Or, you're a federal agent, following orders.
Go home.
Be with your wife, Paul.
I'll meet you in the office when you're ready.
Hey.
How's Karen?
She's home.
Hey,
welcome back.
Thanks.
All of you.
WEB: Welcome home, Paul.
Thanks.
But, uh, just so we're clear, I'm not back here
because of you.
And I don't really mean "thanks."
No?
Things are gonna change around here,
as far as you and I are concerned.
Because I am done being the heart you never had,
or your puppet in shining armor, or whatever.
You will treat me with the respect
due my ability as a special agent,
who has served this Bureau for over ten years.
And who's tolerated you longer than most.
Well, you're right about one thing,
thing's are gonna change.
My weapon is on the desk, unloaded,
with my credentials.
The key is in the drawer.