I am leaving the office now.
I don't know, Karen.
We'll talk about it when I get home, ok?
Why don't you go back to sleep?
Ok. Love you too.
These late friday nights have killed my social life.
I'm gonna give you a ride. You can pretend we're on a date.
How pathetic am I, that I think that's a sweet idea?
- Hey, it's late. - I'm leaving soon.
- I can stick around if you want. - That's ok, I'm fine.
You have somewhere to be.
Right. Ok, then.
- See ya. - Bye.
- Vodka rocks. - Any special kind?
Don't know yet.
Hey, you.
Who would you like to be?
What?
Rick Byers, personal manager. Rick Byers Entertainment.
A card here somewhere...
Yeah, I used to be an agent, with CAA.
But, you know... Politics.
Anyway, seriously, I... I really think I could do something with you.
For you.
No, I'm really flattered but...
I'm just not interested.
And... I'm not really in the mood for company.
No, you see, your mouth says that.
But your eyes, they say something different, you know.
No, I... They're pretty much in agreement.
You see, the eyes always tell the truth.
And your eyes...
...are amazing.
Are those contacts?
My buddies over there bet me 100 box I couldn't get a kiss out of you.
So how would you like to make a easy pick?
- What's this? - You like the ice melt.
It's the way to treat a premium vodka.
So, what are you looking for?
Looking for?
Yeah, you've been sitting in the same spot all night.
I'm just getting the feeling that this isn't...
Forget it, forget it.
No. What feeling?
Just that you're not what you seem.
Like this is some personality you adopt as a way to protect yourself.
Now, you're looking for something or someone, maybe,
but... You won't now what it is til you find it.
That's...
...impressive.
You know what? Behind a bar...
You become a keen observer of the human animal.
I bet you see a lot, from back there.
Pretty everything.
Just so you know, that's my lucky shirt.
I think it's working for you.
Hey!
- FBI, hands on your head. - What?
Now! Do it, don't move. Get on the car.
- What the hell is this? - Shut up.
What are you doing? I didn't give the word.
Didn't think you could with the suspect's tongue jammed on your throat.
What's the problem?
I screwed up, it's not our guy.
- What? - He doesn't fit the profile.
Our UNSUB's impotent. This one...
...clearly doesn't have a problem in that department.
What do you think went wrong?
I don't know.
Everything said that he was gonna be there and...
I couldn't spot him.
Maybe he's breaking pattern, you know, taking the night off.
I loved it. It was...
It was good, great...
I'm sorry. It's the best I ever...
Wait.
Wait!
God, no!
No!
Episode 10 THE PERFECT COUPLE
Subtitles: Nathbot
- Hand stamp? - Right hand, symbol is consistant.
- Toxicology? - Same cocktail.
One part vodka, two parts rohypnol.
The effect probably begun to wear off around the time of death.
- Cause of death is? - Close-range gunshot wound.
The extent of destruction to the genitalia and lower abdomen
indicates a high velocity firearm.
Likely 12 gage shotgun.
Similar effects of pouder stippling and extensive cavitation.
List in your summary as victim number four.
Ok.
You ok?
This wasn't your fault.
The killer was in the Pyramid last night and I missed him.
Well, Carter is reviewing the security camera footage. Maybe he'll...
...see somethihng we haven't been able to for the past three victims?
Come on.
This guy avoids the cameras, he doesn't leave with women.
Last night I thought I found him.
She's dead because I picked the wrong guy.
Why...
Why did you pick him?
He was the bartender.
Would have been easy for him to spike their drinks,
would know where the cameras were.
He said something about being able to see everything,
which suggested an agressive ego.
I wasn't attracted to him.
Ok.
Though that wouldn't be unheard of.
Or necessarily wrong, I mean, it's ok to...
You know, once in a while, let you... feel...
Feel what?
It's mine.
Ryan.
Ok, we'll be right up.
That's Mel, she's got the vic's ex upstairs.
Husband or boyfriend?
Am I a person of interest?
A person of...
Oh, no, you're not a suspect. We just thought maybe you could help.
Tell me what was going on in Jesse's life.
Jesse's life was... complicated.
Going to clubs a lot, dating a lot?
I guess you would call it dating.
I don't know a lot of names. She probably didn't either.
- Men and women? - Women.
Men were around, but they were just there to be...
...eyes.
Eyes?
She'd take me to straight clubs.
She liked when men watched, knowing it turned them on.
Sometimes, 4-5 men would line up watching.
But two women together...
With the hint that at least one of them is gay.
And men would stand there, staring like stimulated cattle.
You know?
They weren't all gay. Talked to some boyfriends.
Seems like our latest victim, Jessica Dobrennin,
was the only exclusively gay woman.
But we didn't look closely enough at the others.
Hadley Marsten sometimes identified herself as bisexual,
and the other two had histories which could suggest
they were open to experimentation.
Omnivors. Interesting.
Carter, I need you to go over every frame of the security camera footage
the night the victims went missing.
- This time, we're looking... - We're looking for a woman.
Yeah. Danny and Paul, go with him.
You two, talk to Rebecca's bartender.
Maybe he saw more than the cameras.
He's not my bartender.
A mineral water.
Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Remember us? - Yeah.
You're the one with the SWAT team, right?
I'm sorry about the mess.
I'm just getting ready to head out to work.
Not that one has anything to do with the other.
- Mr Hall, we'd just like to ask you... - Corey, please.
And it's Rebecca, right?
Or is it even legal to call you that now?
Uh, no, Rebecca's fine.
Which is what got you into trouble.
Sorry.
We're hoping you can tell us something about
the regulars who frequent the Pyramid Club.
We're looking for lesbians.
It's not like we get a lot of gay women at Pyramid, but... this is L.A.
Quite a list of last names you've got there.
Yeah, well, you know, I do see their IDs.
So, is this like a serial killer case?
Doesn't have to get to that level whatever before FBI gets involved?
We really can't tell you any more than we already have.
That's cool. It's just,
you know, your world's so much different than mine.
Kinda fascinates me.
Probably not a world you wanna know.
- Oh, I don't know about that... - Thank you so much for your time.
I hope we haven't you made you too late to work.
Oh, no, not yet.
Ok.
Hey, so, if I think of any more names,
how would I... contact you?
You can reach her here.
Anytime.
No, not here.
Oh, shy girl.
That's adorable.
Are you ok?
Yeah, I'm sorry, I just feel a little weird.
A little sick too...
Shh, I'll take care of you.
- Hey. - Come on sweetheart, get in.
Ok girl, let me sit you right up here.
Oh, you got a good one this time, baby.
No, I have to go somewhere else. Who are you?
Must be... oh!
What do we have?
Four nights, four victims.
The last images of any of these women alive.
First time we went through these, we not only established
they left the club by themselves but that no man followed them out.
Now that out profile shifted ? Carter?
See who's behind the door.
Evening of May 14th. Hadley Marsten.
Our first victim appears at Pyramid at 1:40 a.m.
12 seconds later... Victim 2, night 2:
she leaves at 11:18 p.m. and 14 secondes later...
Night of the 21st, Eve Yubine leaves out early.
8:48 p.m. 15 seconds later...
Jessica Dobrennin, our latest victim.
11 seconds after, she heads out to the parking lot.
She waits for her to clear the door, then the camera.
- Then she follows. - And who is she?
Still working on it.
She didn't want her picture taken.
People, there are 6 security cameras in that building
and she didn't avoid all of them.
Find her.
So, any luck with Mr Happy Pants?
Got a list of possibilities,
I'll start running it down and see if any of them are...
about 5.6, long brown hair...
...and a blurry face.
Who's she looking at?
Almost there.
Almost there. Good girl.
- Ok, you hold her for a second. - Roddy, she's heavy!
Did I ask you? No, I did not.
Come on baby, come on. That's right.
We're gonna rest over here for a little bit.
All right, that's good. All right.
Good, slide her onto our mark, Piggy.
That's right.
Gotta get you in the light, baby.
Oh, yeah.
Come on.
Give me your lipstick. I wanna draw on her.
Baby? Tonight, will you do some stuff to me, too?
I'll lie real still, just like her.
Yeah, right. Who's gonna hold the camera?
Oh, yeah.
Good girl.
Allison.
Allison!
Come on, honey.
Hey.
It's important, ok?
I want you to hold the camera really still this time.
Don't let the picture shake. Ok?
I want you to do it right.
Good girl.
Vickie!
You gotta get those clothes off, baby.
Come here. Hey!
Come on!
We're gonna make a TV show.
So now we have a face.
Well actually we think we have two faces.
The clearest example is on last friday's footage.
The female UNSUB with Jessica Dobrennin.
And... watch her eyes.
And follow that loving look.
- UNSUB number two. - Number one.
He's dominant. She's trying to please him.
She's doing it all to please him.
He tells her with his eyes whether the catch is good.
Plenty of chances to slip a tranq into her drink.
Promises of a wild night, she can do whatever she wants.
Our girl likes to be told what to do.
Makes an excuse... bathroom.
Says to meet in the parking lot, outside.
First the vic...
A few seconds later, she leaves...
Minutes later, he leaves.
- We need to find these people. - I think I know where to start.
Turn her up! Come on, come on, little Piggy, turn her up.
Boy, you just can't stay away from me, can you?
We need you to ID this man and woman for us.
I thought you were looking for lesbians.
I mean, after you realized you weren't looking for an impotent man.
It's... couples, now.
You sure this isn't just some elaborated ruse
so you can keep visiting me?
Could you look at the pictures, please?
- That's Allison. - Allison...?
Davis. And her husband Roddy.
- You know them? - I know her. Or... did.
Roddy Davis, that name sounds familiar.
"Don't miss the bus", sitcom, early 90s.
- He played the fat kid. Yeah. - That Roddy Davis?
Roddy the Hard Buddy, now.
Allison was obsessed with him as a kid, she moved out here to find him,
and when she did, they just sort of take over each other's lives.
She got him to lose weight on some zen diet.
How do you know so much about them?
Ok.
Ally tried to leave him about 6 months ago,
she ended up on my couch for a couple of months.
You slept with her.
Look, I was just trying to be a good guy. Hence...
Yeah. She came on to me.
Her whole life she'd only ever been with Roddy, and that guy's scary.
She told me he forces her into threesomes,
he has her like hypnotized or something, he owns her.
It was ugly situations, really twisted.
Carter.
Yeah. Listen, I need an address of an Allison and Roddy Davis.
Yeah, tell Web we're gonna need back up at the residence.
Thanks.
Look at me!
Please...
Please, don't hurt me any more.
Help me...
Quiet, quiet.
It's ok, I'm gonna get you out of here.
- My God, he's awake. - Oh, God!
Don't hurt me, please!
- Too late, too late. - No!
Please don't stop.
Sorry, sorry. I don't have any choice.
Please, don't stop, please don't.
- Step out of the car. - FBI, you're ok.
You're safe.
How's she? Is she ok?
She's at the hospital.
A long way from ok.
I don't know what she was doing on that road, but...
I thought she might get hit, that's why I stopped...
You didn't pick her up on the road, you picked her up in a bar.
I don't know what she told you, but...
I'm not a dyke or anything.
You're not a man, either.
She says it was a man who raped her.
Repeatedly.
What? That's crazy.
She told us everything.
How she met you in the club, Roddy in the parking lot,
how she was assaulted for hours and then scrubbed clean of evidence...
And how you helped her get away.
She thinks you saved her life.
She says if you hadn't helped her out of there, that she'd be dead.
She's right, isn't she?
Cause when he's finished with them,
they don't survive.
Do they?
They didn't know how to survive.
Not like you.
She'll give him to us.
She wants to give him to us.
We don't need her to give him to us.
We should be arresting Roddy right now for aggravated rape.
And that's all we'll get him for.
You don't think we'd find enough evidence in that house for all 4 murders?
Maybe if we find the shotgun he used to cover up the rapes...
Or we could arrest him,
make him famous again, let him walk,
and watch the jury ask for his autograph on his way out.
You're feeling confident about this, Rebecca?
She may be an accomplice, but she's an accomplice that wants out.
I say we play on that, we play to win.
Ok.
Have Danny make the offer.
Ok, remember. If he asks where you've been all night...
He won't. He's probably not even up yet.
I don't know if I can do this.
It's ok to be scared.
It'll work with your cover story.
I guess.
Vickie got away, you're afraid he'll get caught.
That's what you open with.
- He's smart, he's gonna know. - Hey, we'll be here, listening.
The second he acknowledges those murders, we're on him.
Oh, God, this is... I don't know.
Stop thinking, start walking. We're wasting time.
Hey, Piggy.
Hi.
Did you just wake up?
I'm hungry.
You get any food?
Roddy?
We need to talk.
Vickie got away.
What do you mean?
I'm afraid she'll talk.
None of them talk.
They serve their purpose,
and they return to their place in the universe.
They don't affect us, baby.
They're for us.
- Hello? - Special Agent Rebecca?
- Corey. - Yeah, uh...
I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Uh...
I was just thinking about last night when you stopped by.
I just wanted to clarify something.
Ok.
I don't sleep around a lot.
What?
I'm not a club hound. I just work there.
And this whole thing with Allison Davis, it's special circumstances.
Are you ready for this, little Piggy?
Can you call back later? Thanks.
That's a really really big deal.
I know.
I'm ready.
Good.
You look beautiful.
What the...
You are beautiful.
Go ahead.
Go in. Now.
- Living room's clear. - Kitchen's clear.
Mel, check the bedroom.
My physical body...
permanent soul...
of a soul property and...
- What's this word? - Chattel. It means like slave.
Read more.
- She played us. - House is empty.
Probably ran down the hill into the scrub.
I'm putting on an APB. They won't get far.
It's ok, sweetie, it's ok.
???
Ok? What's ok? It's only that was the FBI!
And they know about us!
Roddy Davis, 2 firearms registered in his name,
a 45 and a shotgun, nothing else in the house.
- Oh, my God. - They filmed the rapes.
She must be running the camera.
That's Jessica Dobrennin.
The one that liked it when guys watched.
She's not liking this.
Scan ahead, see if they give us the murders.
Yes, Sir.
Shh, come on, I can get you out of here.
You're... You're with him.
We have to go now. Just... quiet, shh.
She thought Allison was rescuing her.
Just like we thought she was rescuing Vickie Armstrong.
She takes'em up into the hills, probably has a shotgun stashed up there.
This is why we haven't found it on her last night.
Roddy didn't kill these women.
Probably didn't even know about'em.
He does now.
Oh, my God!
- My God! - I wanted to tell you so many times!
But I thought that maybe you knew,
maybe you liked it...
Allison...
What have you done?
- You sank our battleship! - I didn't started any of this.
I didn't want this. You wanted it!
Trying to hang your Manson act on me? Uh?
Trailer park Pap smear!
Those girls aren't...
I couldn't let them be!
Not after they touched you, after...
After they had you...
It's ok, it's ok if you need to be with other women, I just...
I need a little room so that I can express myself too.
My wifey.
Under the Hollywood sign.
With a shotgun stuck up on a horse.
Expressing her feelings!
No, please!
Please, please don't laugh at me. You can do anything you want.
Little Piggy!
Little piggy-pig.
Little pig. Piggy...
I'm sorry, baby.
I've been mean.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know you felt that way.
It all started a year ago when you left.
When you cheated, you've hurt us in a karmacally profound way.
I'm so sorry.
I guess I wanted to hurt you back.
How are we ever gonna be even again?
We gotta restore balance.
How?
I think I have an idea.
We got APBs out city wide. Airports, bus stations are covered.
This can only end one way.
I don't know. I'm afraid we may have lit a fuse.
Rebecca, that fuse was lit a long time ago.
We may have driven them closer together.
Started to spree.
Corey, not now.
Maybe I should stop trying to profile relationships,
since I clearly know nothing about them.
Tell him that.
Please leave a message at the top.
Rebecca? Or... G-Woman ?
Or whatever. I'm not calling for a date, I promise.
Finally I got the message, eventually.
But, uh...
You were here last night looking for Roddy and Allison, and...
Well, they're here, now.
I thought you might wanna know.
Ok, see you.
Last call.
Can I get you something else? No?
You're sure you don't want a double shot?
This is awesome.
Hey, I wish we could have brought a camera.
Maybe he has one.
Yeah. Hey, bartender boy, you got a video camera?
No?
Guess we'll just have to remember it.
Are you sure this is what you want?
Oh, baby, of course I'm sure.
I told you I've been too selfish.
I wanna do this for you.
- For us. - For us?
For us.
- Let's do it in front of him. - Yeah.
No.
Let's kill him...
and then we'll do it on him.
Ok, ok.
But first, I wanna watch you have fun.
The way that you watched me.
- You wanna watch me? - Yeah, I wanna watch you.
- Then we'll kill him. - Yeah, together.
Like we should do everything.
All right, thank you.
I just posted 2 agents outside Vickie Armstrong's room.
We might wanna head there ourselves.
You think Psycho and Clyde are gonna go after her?
I don't know, maybe.
When we saved Vickie, it broke Allison's pattern.
We prevented her from expressing her rage
at seeing Roddy with another woman.
Why can't this fruitcake take out her anger like a normal wife,
cut off her husband's wrinkle beast, chuck it in a field?
Or... sleep with another guy.
The revenge screw, always dependable.
Yeah, been on the right side of a few of those myself.
- Ew! - What?
Doing my part keeping the city rage-free.
But did you say "wrinkle beast"?
- Wrinkle beast. - You said wrinkle beast.
- Wrinkle beast, everyone. - Wrinkle beast.
You have one new message.
Rebecca? Or... G-Woman?
What's wrong, Corey? You remember this, don't you?
From when you tried to take me away from Roddy, uh?
And we did it, right? Over there.
You were such a nice guy, weren't you?
Such a nice, nice guy.
Oh, yeah.
But you made a mistake, mmh?
Cause I'm Roddy's girl.
We're soulmates.
And we, we are not nice.
Ok. Ok, that's enough fun!
Enough fun. Now it's my turn.
- Roddy? - Shut up.
- Roddy! - What?
That's them, that's the FBI.
- Clear. - He's inside.
We have a hostage. You get any closer and we kill him!
- Need to get around the back. - Ok, wait for my signal.
I have the power. I have the power!
- I am the power. - You are.
Shut up!
Hello?
Allison, this is Special Agent Locke with the FBI.
We're calling from right outside the house.
Get out of here or we'll kill Corey.
Ok, Allison, but how do we know you haven't already? We heard shot.
- They think we shot him already. - Damn it!
Ok, ok.
Help! Help! I'm alive! Help, please!
Ok. Next time you doubt my word, someone will die.
We are heavily armed, and we'll take this fight to you!
I'm in charge, here. You understand?
- Yes. - Say it!
- I understand. - Good.
I have a list of basic truths.
They're not demands. Cause demands are negotiable.
These truths simply are. We'll need passports.
- He's terrified, he's at the edge. - This is gonna end bad.
I have an idea. Hostage trade.
- Me for Corey. - No. Give me the phone.
And 10 million dollars in unmarked non sequential bills...
delivered in a silver attaché-case.
I will agree to all your demands.
- If you just accept one of ours. - These are not demands!
Well, what?
Ok. Step in.
Come on, step inside.
That's right. Keep your hands up.
Here, here.
If he moves, shoot him.
You're stupid. You know that? You're really stupid.
- Now we have two hostages. - No.
- Now it's over. - What?
Did you ever read the Dr Seuss' book "All the places we'll go"?
Because the places you're going are Pelican Bay and Valley State.
Kidnapping Corey is 10 years each.
If you kill him tonight it's 1st degree murder for the shooter,
it's 2nd degree for the other. That's 25 to life,
plus another 100 or so for the four rapes.
Oh, yeah? Well, what do I get if I kill you?
You die tonight.
There's a man on the other side of that door that will see to it.
But nobody has to die here tonight. Not you or your wife, not Corey...
Not me. We can all walk out of here.
No.
Look. If you release Corey onto my custody,
it will demonstrate to the court that you have the capacity for mercy.
It'll go a long way toward softening the sentence on the four murders.
You will stay in one place for the rest of your life,
but you'll be able to write to each other.
No. Roddy!
We'll never see each other.
I didn't kill those girls.
We know you did, Roddy.
We found your Ithica 37 in a plastic bag at the kill sites.
No! That's... that's because she took it!
Allison took it. She did the killings.
Did you check the fingerprints?
Because I didn't kill anyone, man.
I didn't even know she did.
- Roddy? - Shut up, Allison!
I'm done being controlled by you.
He's right. It's over.
It's her. I swear.
I just had sex with them, man.
I thought she was just dropping them off back home.
She's obsessed with me.
When she moved out here, I felt bad for her and I cared for her,
but I only married her because she threatened to kill herself.
Not true.
It was abuse.
Remote emotional abuse. Can't you see it?
- I was scared. - Everything will be ok, Roddy.
- It'll be ok. - Yeah.
She needs help. It's a sickness.
I won't judge her. I'll testify.
Ok. You finally shot the right person.
Let's end it now, shall we?
Sit down.
Ok, let me take this off.
What happened?
Mrs Davis shot her husband and surrendered to me.
What did you say to him?
Actually...
He did most of the talking.
Are you all right?
You kept it together.
Not all kidnapping victims are that smart about it.
They panick, causing their abducters to do the same.
We don't... have to talk about this here.
We could do it some other time over...
a drink or something, or...
...coffee.
- Agent Locke... - Rebecca.
Rebecca...
You remember when you said that I wouldn't wanna know your world?
You were right.
I think I wanna be alone.
Please.
Of course.