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Intimidating silence,
threatening looks,
paranoia...
I miss Web.
I suggest you get used to it.
He might be gone awhile.
This investigation into the "mishandling"
of the Thief of Hearts case?
It's just an official excuse.
Glenn Terry's been looking to bust Web down for years.
Why?
Terry's scary. He's one of these
rules and regulations bureaucrats,
you know?
MEL: Someone like Web
offends his ordered little world.
An O.P.R. review
of a supervisor covers his whole team.
Now, it may be just Web's name on that paper,
but it's all our heads on the block.
Special Agent Locke?
This, uh, has never been an easy situation--
not for me, or for you guys.
I mean, for you,
your supervisor's suspended,
under disciplinary investigation,
and you're asking yourself, "How is this going to affect me?"
I've been there, believe me.
If you want to talk about anything off the record--
anything at all-- this is a safe room.
I'll cooperate... with your investigation
to the best of my ability, sir.
We'll start with the easy stuff.
Special Agent Margaret Alvarez, your predecessor,
tore her own face off
while working under Webster.
Do you believe this incident occurred
as a result of mismanagement on his behalf?
No. Alvarez was bipolar.
Off her meds.
Are you bipolar?
Am I?
No.
You received treatment
for cuts to your wrists
approximately four weeks after joining Webster's team.
Those wounds were inflicted
by a suspect I was pursuing while on duty.
Where was your backup?
We were running a little late.
Got there in time to save her.
TERRY: Is it true that Supervisor Webster
will deliberately fracture your unit from time to time?
Play you against each other?
He does it to foster a healthy sense of competition.
"Competition."
Have you ever been assaulted by a suspect while conducting
an investigation?
Um... yeah.
Seems like one works for Virgil Webster
at their own risk.
Well, we're not exactly investigating
white collar crime.
That was a joke, sir.
Sorry.
TERRY: Tell me, how many cases have you cleared
since joining V.C.U.?
Seven.
And out of the seven,
how many resulted in suspect deaths
as opposed to arrests?
Captain!
Simon Gunther!
Five.
Have you ever witnessed or had cause to suspect
any acts of willful misconduct at the hands of Virgil Webster?
Nope.
No.
No, sir.
No.
You know what the problem
with this unit is, Special Agent Locke?
No, sir.
You all think you're so damn cool.
You're just like every other baby agent
wanting into behavioral science.
Virgil Webster is your god.
Take a look at him and you see a legend.
You got stars in your eyes.
Come on!
Yeah! Whoo!
Yogi, no, get away!
Yogi! What you got, boy?
What you got, buddy?
Cool.
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Wash always stink this bad?
It might be the body, sir.
Right.
All right, what have you got so far?
Uh, I'm sorry, sir, are we supposed to report to you?
Your supervisor is under investigation.
I've offered to fill in for him in the interim.
But you're the one investigating him.
And how you work this case
will tell me how he runs his unit.
All right, well, uh, till we I.D. her,
you're looking at Jane Doe, body discovered
early this morning,
cause of death undetermined.
Yeah, though the needles
punched into her eyes could be a clue.
Her fingernails were also removed
and taken from the scene.
Two marks on her neck,
three centimeters apart.
A bite?
Yeah, from a stun gun.
The crime is an exact match to a body
found in Long Beach last week.
This one might've floated down there,
weren't for this car.
Great. So, who did it?
Uh, the signature is specific.
It doesn't match any of the profiles
we're currently working on.
The lenses on the eyes
suggest the Greek myth of Charon--
coins placed on the eyes of the dead
to buy passage through the river to the Underworld.
It also echoes a Beatles song.
So, you're telling me we have a killer who's a weirdo,
and beyond that, you don't have a clue.
I think you might be right, sir; Beatles song.
"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,"
right? "Penny Lane."
Um, no-- "kaleidoscope eyes." Look.
Translucent agate.
Dichroic glass.
Little flower beady things.
What? You guys never made kaleidoscopes
in arts and crafts?
REBECCA: Rhona Larrabie. 33.
Single. Flower shop manager.
Our Long Beach vic is Sarah Renna,
also 33, also single.
They both lived in Hollywood.
Well, that's, uh, that's, that's something.
Something else-- we can't find their cars.
They both owned one,
and, uh, we can't find either of them.
And they weren't reported stolen.
Right, well, he probably car-jacks them
and forces them...
...to drive to, uh, his place.
Uh, so we should be looking for, um, someone
with a large, uh, uh, isolated, uh, uh, backyard,
and possibly access to a-a warehouse.
Okay, uh...
you guys
wrap this up.
I'm going to be up in the thing.
That's good, Rich. Thanks.
What's the matter with Inspector Javert?
Think we're just too cool for him.
You bring gifts?
Yeah. Stun gun.
Same model as used on the vics.
Shock-Tronic 9000.
One second stops you.
Three seconds puts you down for 15 minutes.
That could explain the second pair of marks.
He needs more time than that,
and shocks them again.
So, Rich, let me
get this straight.
First he stuns them, Mm-hmm.
then, he suffocates them,
then clips their nails.
Hold on.
Nail's not clipped.
Bite marks on the fingertips
are defined contusions,
and there's some over-biting
all the way down to the knuckles.
He was excited.
He chewed them off.
Lovely. You should call Sammy Gavins,
see if she can make us some teeth.
We got saliva?
We got everything--
hair, fibers, prints-- you name it, he left it.
I'm running the results
through NCIC and CODIS.
If he's in the system, we'll nail him.
He won't be.
Or he might be.
I don't know, it just doesn't seem to make sense.
What doesn't?
The ritual elements are all fully developed--
the mark of a veteran
serial killer.
But the M.O. is sloppy.
Like he's just starting out.
So, are we dealing with a novice or a pro?
Know what I think?
I think Web would have loved this case.
PAUL: We have more than enough
DNA evidence to convict.
So, what's the problem?
We have to find him first.
He has no record.
He's not in the index.
The only physical lead we have
are nylon fibers found on both vics.
Forensics has categorized them as naugahyde
from a car seat, circa 1950s.
We're narrowing the I.D.
Guys.
This is Sammy.
She makes teeth.
SAMMY: Okay, this is sort of a rush job,
but I heard you guys were in a rush.
This is the mold we made from your guy's bite marks.
Now, no two mouths are alike,
but this one
is pretty interesting.
The incisors
were tough to mold because
the angle of laceration on the fingertips
was all over the place.
He really had to bite hard
and pull to break the cuticle,
and it took its toll.
So, bad teeth, huh?
Weak, possibly decayed.
At least half of them.
Except the molars
here and here are flawless, 'cause they're not teeth.
What are they?
Dentures.
Can you get age from teeth?
Teeth, yes; bite marks, not so much.
But if you had to guess?
I'd say
this is the mouth
of a man in his seventies.
TERRY: A senior citizen
serial killer?
It fits.
TERRY: Why?
REBECCA: He's taken a long time to develop a detailed ritual...
but he's still new to the game of murder...
PAUL: Most people don't make a change that late in life
without an external motivator.
Maybe an illness.
Maybe something was taken from him.
I believe we are looking for an older man.
Very lonely... very private... very patient...
He chooses his victims carefully.
They mean something to him.
This is the last.
If you don't see
anything you like...
My name is Holly.
I didn't ask.
TERRY: Your profile, while entertaining,
is not admissible in court.
Now, I want to hear something real.
Something based on evidence.
The fibers... from the car seat.
They tell us
that he most likely doesn't take these women
from their cars.
Instead, he uses his own.
I think it's where he kills them...
What did you think?
That I couldn't see you?
You can hurt these young women...
but you can't hurt me.
PAUL: Her name's Frances Hayes.
Found in a wash near Elysian Park this morning.
Same M.O.
He's accelerating.
Hey, did you reach Danny?
Still combing canals for tire treads.
I told him we'd keep him posted.
Tire treads?
Yeah, the trace ID'd those car seat fibers.
Looks like they lost their lives
in the backseat of a 1959 AMC
Rambler Rebel.
I lost something in the backseat of a car once.
Not quite the same thing, though I did break a nail.
Okay, 1959 AMC Rambler Rebel.
And limit the search to original owners.
The older the better.
CARTER: You got it.
I suppose I shouldn't remind you
that the age of the teeth is unconfirmed.
I'm just saying it before Terry does.
Even if it is a mean old man,
you think he'd really keep his tags up to date?
The car is the temple
where he performed his rituals--
he should keep it pristine.
You got a name yet?
I have ten for you.
Ten AMC Ramblers owned by seniors.
I guess I'll have to...
That's odd.
What? Odd is good.
CARTER: This registration for a Max Stern.
The listed address is for a business.
"Vinyl Fetish."
Sounds like a sex shop.
MEL: Uh-uh.
Record store.
Max.
Good morning, Brian.
You get coffee?
Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot.
I could go and get some now.
It's cool. Come here.
We got some sell backs.
Could I just put something in my room?
After this.
Thanks.
HOLLY: You, uh, you read a lot?
I like to look at the pictures.
Right.
"Nietzsche."
What the hell is that?
He's a philosopher.
Did you ever hear that expression
about looking into the abyss,
having it look back at you?
I don't get it.
You will.
You're a little dark, you know that?
But in a sexy way.
Dark and mysterious.
Let's talk about you, Holly.
Holly's not your real name.
Maybe.
Okay, when I talk to you,
I want you to tell me
the truth, so let's start with your real name.
That's not part of the arrangement.
I'm making it part of the arrangement.
Okay.
My name is Jill.
You're not from around here, are you?
It's that obvious, huh?
Metamora, Utah.
Born and raised.
Capital of Nowhere.
Moved out here five years ago,
never looked back.
L.A. is...
it's the place to be, you know?
I bet it's not quite the place you hoped for.
Must have been like a dream, hmm?
All the fantasies,
that excitement, the promises of more.
Until those promises
turn into lies.
The fantasies aren't even yours anymore.
They belong to the men who pay you,
and they pay you well.
25-- I bet you've spent
more than you ever thought you'd make.
Yet, after five years,
the only thing you own,
the only thing you can truly call your own, is a memory...
of Metamora, Utah.
What about you?
What is the truth
about you?
That's not part of the arrangement.
I'm making it part of the arrangement.
I'm an old man.
I'm lonely.
A little dark.
What's your name?
Paul.
Is that a gun in your pocket, or...
are you just happy to see me?
It's a gun in my pocket.
All right, people.
I want this to go smooth and by the numbers.
Tactical, are you standing by?
MAN: Yes, sir. Locked and loaded.
Rebecca, what do you see?
Got a man behind the counter, late 20s.
Probably the owner.
TERRY: Brian Pines.
Assault and Battery charge, '91.
He doesn't match the suspect description...
He doesn't match your suspect description.
I never signed off on it.
REBECCA: Look, I'm telling you, we're looking
for a much older man.
Is there anything I can help you with?
No, thanks.
I'm just looking.
Okay.
We need to abort.
TERRY: Locke, I gave you a direct order.
You okay?
Locke! Yeah.
Tactical, move now, now.
But, uh, FBI.
You might want to get down.
What?
Hey!
Oh, my God!
You okay?
Oh, yeah.
No, there's no way he did this.
Look, I've known Max Stern for ten years.
He's off his rocker, yeah,
but he's not a serial killer.
Do you guys even know who he is?
At least he labeled everything.
It's convenient.
Guys... check this out.
Yeah, the man's a legend.
You know Jed Bear
from Itty Bitty Ditties?
He did the voice of Jed Bear?
BRIAN: No, he didn't do the voice.
Max drew him.
He was part of the original animation team.
TERRY: So you're a fan of his.
BRIAN: Well, yeah, not his early stuff.
I mean, it was cute and all,
but his real genius came later
when he got into comics.
The stuff that he did in the '70s and '80s.
He was under contract with Ellory Press,
which is where he did Dragunov,
and freelanced for all the majors.
But his best stuff was his originals.
That's where he got all dark, and bad-ass.
MEL: The guy definitely had a nail fetish.
He also had a life.
These are the scraps from a prolific career.
40 years worth, and now just these boxes.
How does that happen?
Arthritis for one.
Also, people stopped hiring him
when they found out how old he was.
It was total discrimination.
When I met him, he was out here drawing ad flyers
for businesses in this area.
And then two years later he just stopped drawing period.
Living out of his car.
I told him he could crash in the back. We got a room.
He got so paranoid, he totally alienated
all of his friends in the biz.
Started accusing them of being government spies.
But that doesn't make him a killer.
I'm telling you, you've got the wrong guy.
Uh, maybe I should tell you about the demons.
This was his mother Esther.
Shop owner says that she was a makeup girl for RKO,
and an alcoholic.
She raised Max on her own
and she would sometimes wild out--
scratch him all over his face.
REBECCA: And then she'd apologize
and tell him the demon made her do it.
We're not going somewhere psychological again, are we?
Sir, Max Stern is going to accelerate.
His entire life is in those boxes,
and now that we've
taken that from him
his demons will be all he has left.
We need to understand them.
We know who we're looking for now.
We have his picture,
what kind of car he drives.
We'll get him.
He's never going to take responsibility
for screwing that up.
If we'd waited we'd have Stern.
So what do you want to do?
We need help.
You know who could help us. No, no, no.
Web is off-limits, okay? We can't take
a case to him. He can't go near one.
Not till Terry's witch hunt's over.
Okay.
What?
Hi. We need your...
help.
You can't be here.
I know. Can I come in? These are heavy. No.
If we're seen talking together it's our jobs.
And if we don't talk
it might cost someone else their life.
Our suspect is Max Stern.
78. Already killed three women.
He suffocates them,
desecrates their bodies.
He bites off their fingernails
and sticks kaleidoscope... In the eyes.
I read the papers, Rebecca.
Right. Okay, so we raided his lair.
And we found stuff like this.
In this one,
the hero uses a device called a demon scope
to spot monsters in disguise.
Max Stern believes his victims are demons.
By removing their fingernails
he's taking away their power.
Declawing them.
This is a very solid profile.
What do you need me for?
I need you to tell me how to use it.
To stop him.
Remember your training. Where we stop
is determined by...
...where we start.
Right.
You say this guy sees demons...
you know about demons, Rebecca,
and you know when they take us.
So ask yourself the right questions.
And next time, call first.
Is the color right?
Well, this is all very cloak and dagger, isn't it?
I thought it'd be more comfortable if we met down here
rather than asking you to see me in my office.
Uh, you mean Web's office.
Or yours.
You know, Paul, when this is all over
I'm going to be asked to make a recommendation.
And not just on Virgil Webster's future,
but the future of this entire team.
Now, one scenario
is that it's dissolved.
The individual members reintegrated.
Or... it could continue on.
Maybe a new leader, what the hell.
Are you offering me Web's job if I help you get him?
I'm not in a position to offer you anything.
And in this context,
that would be highly improper.
But it's no secret, that the two of you
butted heads in the past.
This is your opportunity--
your chance to do the right thing.
Much as I don't feel the need to save Web's career,
I don't feel a need to destroy it either.
Sorry.
What about Rebecca?
Do you feel the need to save her?
This is Web's apartment in case you don't recognize it.
Took Locke less than 18 hours
to violate the O.P.R.
no-contact directive.
Not that I'm surprised,
given her personal history.
You would really go after her?
Web is closer to the end of his career.
She's just at the beginning.
The question you want to ask yourself is,
who's worth more?
Better?
The color's good.
The style is wrong.
You're not like my other clients, you know that.
Yeah. Let me see your leg.
Sit.
Paul...
Yeah?
What do you want?
I want to see you move.
That's... not what I meant.
I know.
But it's what I meant.
Okay, get up and walk.
Not so fast. Slow down.
You have no place to go.
No place to be.
I just want to see you wander.
Good.
You know you're being looked at.
You enjoy that.
Gives you a sense of power.
That's good.
That's very good.
Anything else?
How are your lungs?
My lungs?
I want to hear you scream.
LAPD Eyeball is still roving for our Rambler rebel.
Nothing so far.
Ditto on the cars of our three vics.
Thank you.
Might have something on those bits of fingernails.
Traces of methacrylate;
glue used for acrylic nail tips.
Our girls may have visited a nail parlor.
DANNY: Downtown to the Tujunga
and Verdugo washes.
We can start by hitting all the nail parlors in between.
Hey, what the hell do you think you're playing at?
What?
You went to see Web.
How'd you know?
I know because they know, okay.
Terry had you followed.
I warned you.
Hold on a second.
You went to Web's place?
How was it?
Did he have like furniture and cereal and stuff?
I actually didn't get inside.
Kind of had the feeling I was...
interrupting something.
Ew.
Like what?
Start...
Where we start.
Is she going back there, you think?
Hey.
We need to talk.
Look, I'm sorry I went to Web,
but Terry wants us to do it by the book
and that's the problem.
There is no book for this and if there were...
Web wrote it.
Yeah.
Or at least he's read it.
I think Max Stern crossed paths with the FBI before
and Web knows it.
How? I mean, come on, these files are 30, 50 years old.
I have no idea.
Maybe he spends his weekends down here.
That sounds about right.
Web talked about how our demons grab us when we're young.
So if the Max Stern that's acting out now
is actually a much younger version of himself,
that might help to explain why is signature
is fully developed
yet his technique is so immature.
I'm afraid you lost me.
Think about it.
Serial offenders are prone to interruptions
in their patterns.
They can be institutionalized, imprisoned,
whatever.
But as soon as that interruption is over
they pick up exactly where they left off.
Yeah, but Max Stern was never incarcerated.
No, but he was interrupted.
You've seen his work.
For the past 50 years
he's been able to channel his darkest impulses
into a benign outlet-- his career.
But when that outlet was taken away from him...
He started to kill.
Started to kill again.
At least, I think that's what Web was trying to tell me.
"We stop where we start."
Serial offenders usually begin
in their late 20s.
So if there was an original crime,
then it would have had to happen between...
1947.
Look, July of 1947.
A prostitute named Jeanette Dilly
was found strangled off Hollywood Boulevard.
Now see, wait...
The FBI was called in
because of what they didn't find at the scene.
Her fingernails, the top of her left index finger--
chewed off.
They thought they were dealing
with satanic cultists.
Just the opposite.
Max Stern wasn't working for the devil.
He thought he was slaying a demon.
Virgil Webster,
would you step out of the vehicle please?
What?
Mr. Terry would like to invite you downtown.
Now.
No.
I have my orders, sir.
You can come willingly or we can arrest you.
It's up to you.
Well, LAPD archives confirm it.
There were never any arrests made
in the Jeanette Dilly murder.
Technically, her case is still open.
And we're about to close it.
In 1947, Max Stern
lived in the same motel as Jeanette Dilly.
They knew each other.
After her murder, police questioned Jeanette's neighbors.
Max Stern was one of them.
He gave a statement.
They never liked him as the killer?
PAUL: No, it was a sex crime.
Regarding "interviewee
Maxwell Isaiah Stern,"
the investigating detective
refers to him as a "pansy" three times.
So Max was working the same streets as Jeanette.
The police were calling her murder an aborted rape...
but I don't think it was a rape.
It was his first time.
Maybe his only time.
He's pathological, unstable...
sexually confused.
Jeanette Dilly took pity on him.
Offers him a free tumble.
And while they're doing the beast with two backs...
She digs her nails
into his.
DANNY: Max remembers mama.
He snaps.
The demon presents itself.
MEL: Only he thinks
the demon is Jeanette Dilly...
...but it's really him.
Homicidal rage that's been building for years.
Oh, boy,
Terry's gonna love this theory.
Who gets to tell him?
Maybe Web can.
Now, I don't wanna say
I've been monitoring semi-private communications,
but Terry's bulldogs just picked him up.
Picked him up?
CARTER: Yeah. And what takes me to a visually disturbing place?
Looks like maybe the big boss was out cruisin' for a girl.
Where?
Excuse me, Miss.
I thought I know you?
it looks like our victims may all have visited a nail sa--...
Terry...
Virgil.
Glad you could make it.
Did I have a choice?
Not really.
We can settle this thing tonight.
I'll answer any of your questions,
whatever you want to hear...
but first I want you to send your boys and an LAPD squad
down to Hollywood and Cherokee.
TERRY: This about your prostitute?
'Cause that's something else we need to discuss.
Virgil?
Web?
Terry, it's nearly midnight.
Do you know where your team is?
MEL: What exactly are we looking for?
Max Stern.
And we think he'd be in the vicinity why?
This is where it happened 50 years ago.
And this is where Web was tonight.
MEL: Guys...
That look familiar to anyone else?
Yeah.
I knew you'd come back.
After all these years...
I knew you wouldn't stay slayed.
Place is empty.
LAPD'S rousting the owner,
see if she can't come down, I.D. Max.
He watches them go in from a safe place.
It's not until they come out that he chooses them.
But he can't take them here 'cause it's daylight
and that's too risky.
So where does he take them?
We haven't found any of their cars yet.
Maybe he breaks
into them, waits in the back seat.
PAUL: Or maybe...
they don't make it to their cars
at all.
You're the demon that took my life
and my work,
and my mother...
And my mother,
she couldn't fight you.
But I can.
I can!
Gray Camry.
I got a gray Nissan.
Expired tags.
Plates match Sarah Renna, second victim
and Rhona Larrabie, victim number one.
I've got a '59 Rambler Rebel... good condition.
And it's moving.
Freeze!
REBECCA: Max Stern, stop, or I'll shoot!
He's going for his weapon.
Move!
I take it you've made your decision.
PAUL: It's my full statement.
Every infraction
I've witnessed.
Bribery... coercion...
abuse of the S.A. position...
Now may want to consider
these incidents of misconduct
when you submit your review.
What are you trying to pull?
I think I covered everything.
Although I left out the part
where you preferred McCartney to Lennon.
I didn't see any need to humiliate you.
Shouldn't have threatened her.
There was no one else in this room
except us.
That makes it your word
against mine.
You think you stand a chance?
Well, I've checked with the assistant director's office,
and he's got an opening at 10:00 tomorrow morning.
You want to find out?
Keys in the drawer.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm impressed,
but I don't get it.
Why would you stick your neck out for Web?
Yeah. I thought you guys were still...
I don't know.
Guess I just felt the world was a safer place with Web here.
"Here." As in "not out there."
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