Kiss the Girls Page #2

As you see, It's not|your niece. I'm happy for you.

Figured out who she is?

Megan Murphy,|university sophomore.

I told your Captain Hathaway...

I'd extend help|any way we could...

given your special situation|and all.

I appreciate that.

I want you|to consider yourself my guest.

Make yourself at home...

but don't mess around|in the kitchen. Understand me?

Well, the TV news crews|can't be far behind.

The best-selling crime author|has arrived.

Kyle, it's good to see you.

You, too.

I thought you were in Rochester.

Well, things change.

I see you're|making friends fast.

Well, doing my best.

I heard about your niece.|I'm sorry.

How long has this been|on the Bureau's wish list?

A while.

Were the other two|tied up so extravagantly?

Yeah. The guy seems|to find square knots tedious.

You saw it's Dayton cordage,|seven gauge.

Yeah. America's favorite.

I suppose everything else|was too prolific to trace.

Guy's a pro.

A real student of the game|and an enthusiastic rapist.

First two postmortems|indicate vaginal tears...

like I've seldom seen,|inflicted hours before death.

And then that's it.

No prints or fibers,|no semen or hair.

Except what he cut off her.

What about cause of death?

There are no signs of torture,|no weight loss, no drugging.

He just ties 'em up|and leaves 'em for the critters.

A real student of the game.

And he likes to play.

We've liasoned|with the campus police...

posted fliers.

Figure somebody out there had to|have seen something important.

An environment fit for blending.

For you, a security nightmare.|For him...paradise.

We're gonna get this animal.

We've got a critically|injured eight-year-old girl...

thrown from a motorcycle.|No helmet.

She's gonna get a cat scan|as soon as you get her stable.

That's the third grade.|Why was she on a motorcycle?

Her daddy decided|to take her for a ride.

The pressure bandage|is about to go.

We're a minute away|from a 30-second bleed out.

I need a tourniquet.

- Retractors are ready.|- I'm gonna do a cut down.

- Watch your pressure drop.|- Scalpel, please, nurse.

Gauze and suture.

- What's her name?|- Laura.

That's an awful lot of blood|for such a little girl, Laura.

Try to put you|back together again.

Hi, Mrs. Lee. Dr. McTiernan.

Doctor. Hello.

She's alive.

Wait. Mrs. Lee. Listen.

Laura has suffered|severe head trauma...

and she is in a coma.

You can be with her|as soon as...

Please, let me see my baby.

I want to see the jab.

There you go. Good.|Now move around the ring.

Around the ring. Let's go.|Don't stay there. Back up.

Watch your contact.

OK, Barry off. You can stay on.|Who's next?

Kate, let's go.

OK.

Go get him.

All right,|let's keep it light, guys.

Come on, Kate,|let's see something.

I want to see the jab.|Stick the jab in there.

There you go. Good.|Let me see the jab.

Come on, use the jab.

Nice! OK, good.|Let's go. Work it.

Come on. On your toes.

Ethan, what are you doing?

Watch your contact, OK?|Kate, are you OK?

This is|a sorry substitute for sex.

I said this is|a sorry substitute...

- I heard you.|- Yeah, OK.

- You know what I'm looking for?|- Hmm?

The way my daddy|looked at my mother.

What way?

I can't settle|for anything less.

Sure picks lookers, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.

But, you know, these women|are more than just attractive.

They're all extraordinary|in some way.

Smart, talented.

He ain't choosing them|just for their congeniality.

Ordinarily, they don't...

but I think our guy|is a little different.

How so?

I think killing's|not his ulterior motive.

This guy's a collector.|I bet these women are alive.

Come on, doc.

Our boy's brain is soft|as a two-minute egg...

and nothing personal,|but I figure...

every one of them gals|is tied to a tree...

just waiting to get found.

Think about it, Sikes.

The three you found|were killed out of sequence.

They weren't even among|the first abducted.

That's right.

That don't mean|they're not still out there.

But you would|have found them by now.

He makes absolutely|no attempt to hide 'em...

and the way they were killed,|very revealing.

That last long walk|through the woods.

Marching to their fate.

Exactly. The rape,|cutting off their hair.

It's a punishment.

Maybe for violating some trust.

What goddamn trust?

I don't know, chief.

I don't know.

How would you like to pay?

Actually, there's|another book I'm interested in.

It's a picture book for children|in the hospital.

It's about being brave.

It sounds like a book by Burke.

I'll see if we have it in stock.

Good night, fish.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

What do you want from me?

Everything.

Hit it, hit it, hit it.

What is that, man?

Give me the ball, baby.|This is my court.

Show you how we do it.|There it is.

Get mad, get mad. What's up?

Come on, fellas. Back it off.

Don't ever come back again!

Don't ever come back here again!|It's my court!

Seth Samuel?

I'm Dr. Alex Cross.

Naomi's uncle.

And a cop.

Look, I don't recall|inviting you here, so...

Can we talk for a minute or two?

Like I said, I don't recall|inviting you here.

Look...we can talk|anywhere you want.

I already told you guys|everything I know.

Which was nothing.

Look, I've had cops|on me for days.

In the middle of the night...

hauling me down to the station,|all up my ass about Naomi...

and things that are nobody's|f***ing business.

Looks like your business|is in the public domain...

doesn't it, Seth?

What do you want to know?

I want to know|about Naomi's violin.

It's not on|the police inventory.

Is it here?

Well, she used to practice|here sometimes.

She was always practicing|on the thing...

but she always took it|home with her, always.

Yeah, I know.

The cops don't have any idea,|do they?

Not a clue.

Unh...uhh.

I got all the glass out.

Everything you'll need...

to change the dressing's|right next to you.

I brought|some of your clothes, too.

Something for every occasion.

Can you hear me?

Systemic analgesic...|What did you give me?

That's one of the reasons|I picked you, Kate.

- Your intelligence.|- Uhh.

I appreciate that.|I know most men don't, can't.

I'm different.|You'll see that in time.

Now try not to go back to sleep.

Aah! Aah!

- Shh.|- Aah! Oh, my God!

- Oh! Oh, my God!|- I need to tell you the rules.

Shh, shh, shh.|Stop, stop, stop.

Why am I here?

You're here to fall|in love, to experience love.

Uhh!

But now I need you|to listen very carefully...

and take what I say|very seriously, all right?

Don't try to escape.

Don't cry out for help.

And do not try any of|your kick-boxing tricks.

- Do you understand?|- Uh...

Now, I'll do what I can to help|you not break these rules...

but if you do,|you will really disappoint me.

That's it.

There.

See? That didn't hurt, did it?

Don't worry.

You're with Casanova.

Yes?

Thought you'd be out...busy.

Well, you were wrong.

You've got mail.

You like?

Nice. Exceptional. Really.

I think she's extra special.

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