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in your mind, I want

you to zoom in,

add a little light,

tell me what you get.

Yeah, right.

Hey, work with me.

It's a lot easier to

concentrate here

than it is down

at the station.

- Are you serious?

- Take a long time there.

All day, all night.

It's dirty, funky...

Okay, fine.

What do I gotta do?

- Ricci:
amazing technique.

- Don:
Yeah, well,

it rarely ever works.

Yeah, but the way

you did it, you really

know how to do that.

Come on, ricci.

Give me a break.

Will ya?

I'm a regular guy.

No better than you.

Okay?

Okay.

If it's okay with you,

I'd like to get back to

the station now, okay?

We'll put this psychopath

on the f.B.I. Computer,

- see if he's wanted for

anything anywhere else.

- Okay.

- I'll get it.

- Hey, I can do it myself.

I didn't mean

to yell at you.

I know, sir.

Officer over radio:

Attention, fugitive retrieval.

We have a possible

suspect match

that has just been posted

to the FBI databank.

Check it out.

( Beeping )

( Beeping )

San Diego.

Sh*t.

danger waits

for you again...

- ( Both breathing heavily )

- someone takes the fall

you cannot be

this is the end

I cannot think at all...

You must be back on a case.

Brilliant deduction,

counselor.

Well, you don't live

with a man for four years

and not get to know him.

Honey, what are you

working on?

Believe me,

you don't want to know.

- I do.

- No, you don't.

- Yes.

- okay, I...

I plead the fifth.

( Laughs )

sorry,

that does not work here.

Only in the courtroom.

Some fool is

copycatting Whitman.

( Speaks Spanish )

I can't.

Because I'm on call.

Because I'm on a case.

( Sighs )

don't start that

again, Eddie.

This is what I want

to do with my life.

I can't believe

you just said that.

( Phone rings )

Listen,

you son of a b*tch.

You can't call me

a cold b*tch...

Captain barnett.

( Chuckles )

I'm sorry--

yes, sir, I didn't--

yes, sir.

( Hangs up )

I can handle it.

Don, don't stay on this.

- Why?

- because it will break you.

I'm not going to break

this time.

I'm gonna bend,

I'm gonna be flexible.

You'll see.

You're gonna be stubborn

is what you're gonna be.

Sweetie, you can't go

through this alone.

I'm not alone.

I got a--

I have a caring boss.

I have a new partner,

a little blonde lady

from Texas.

I have this fine ex-wife

who invites me to dinner

and I get to be the dinner.

( Laughs )

Maybe we ought to

get married again.

( Phone ringing )

Maybe not.

Morning.

there's no forced entry.

This way.

Hang on to your breakfast,

it ain't pretty.

The husband.

This guy's an afterthought.

What else you got?

Oh, god.

He took her breasts.

- St. Agatha.

- Who?

Martyred Saint.

Romans cut off her breasts

because she was a Christian.

Miraculously, she survived.

Carried them around before

her on a platter

- praising god.

- How do you know this?

I'm a catholic, I never

even heard of that.

For years,

scholars thought that

early depictions showed Agatha

carrying bells on a platter.

So they made her the patron

Saint of bell ringers.

John 20:
9.

"For as yet, they did

not know the scripture,

that he had risen again

from the dead."

John Matthew

Whitman's m.O.

Oh, there you are.

This is agent norwood,

f.B.I.

The local office offered us

his services as a profiler.

I figured we need all

the help we can get.

This is inspector morrell

and detective sergeant ricci.

Welcome to the team.

Whitman used any

method possible

to subdue his victim

and then

stage the crime scene

to mirror another martyred

Saint's death.

Hmm. so his method

of operation was variable,

but his signature

was static.

You two guys are going

to get along great.

- Norwood:
anything?

- Nope.

Why don't you...

Check the garbage

for discarded papers?

- Norwood, I don't

work for you.

- Hey, hey.

We got something here.

"Saltzman, 'tribune.'"

"jury interview."

You check Saltzman's alibi?

Backwards and forwards,

he's cool.

So the killer poses as

a reporter to gain entry.

But what about Whitman's

jury reference?

We talked to

the courthouse.

Sandra carlow was a member

of the jury,

and guess who else

was on the list?

- Ackers?

- you got it.

Right, so the copycat

knocked them off

because they

convicted his hero.

He might be going after

the other jurors.

Their identities have never

been made public,

- how could somebody

get their names?

- We'll check that.

I don't get this.

Why wait until now to

start offing jurors?

Whitman's younger

brother, Noah,

he always felt like

he grew up in his older

brother's shadow.

He just got paroled

a month ago.

Maybe this is his

own sick way of stepping

into the light.

Bring the son of a b*tch in.

- Hey, where did norwood go?

- I don't know.

We're definitely

not gonna wait for his ass.

- Okay.

- go.

Child:

give me the ball.

I want the ball.

Better let me go first.

He doesn't know me.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

- You know best, right?

- Right, put this on.

( Children laughing )

Hey, come here.

Come here.

Come here, little lady.

Come here, son.

- I want you guys to

take this money.

- Both:
Thank you.

And go over there

and play.

Don't make any noise,

okay? Go on.

Child:

he gave us real money.

What's he doing?

( Grunts )

- Move in! Move in!

-Ricci:
Morrell, watch out!

He's getting out the window.

Stay with norwood.

- Are you hit?

- No, the vest caught it. Go!

Down!

Down.

( Grunts )

( Grunting )

( Grunts )

what the?

Down!

Go on.

Noah!

( Gasping )

Noah, you're not

going to make it, man.

You got no reason to lie,

tell me the truth--

did you kill those jurors?

F*** you.

Your time'll come.

Your time is right now, man.

Make your peace.

Do it clean now.

Did you kill those jurors?

This time...

( Laughs )

You won't catch him.

( Laughs )

( Gasps )

( Sirens wailing )

( Radio chatter )

He didn't give you

a choice, you know.

Yeah, I know.

- You saved my life.

- And you owe me dinner.

( Laughs )

shouldn't we be celebrating?

- We got him.

- Tell you something

about Noah.

Noah's one taco short

of a combo plate.

That boy's damaged goods.

He's not the one we

should be looking for.

Why did he run?

Look at all

this drug sh*t.

He's like nino brown

as trailer park trash.

He gets busted

with this,

he goes to jail for life,

and he knows it.

Maybe he figures by running,

he's got nothing to lose.

Then who else

could it be?

Well, the other bed's

been slept in.

Noah had company.

Maybe we should be looking

for them.

You may be right.

Give me the prints

on this place,

I'll run them through

the bureau's computer.

We'll see who comes out.

Let me ask you a question.

Why didn't you wait for us?

- I didn't want to lose him.

- You didn't want to lose him?

Seems to me like you

wanted the man dead.

He went for his shotgun.

Same as you,

i didn't have a choice.

( Siren blaring,

radio chatter )

( Grunting )

Very good, Julie.

Oh, your time's up.

Good job, Julie.

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