Kiss the Girls Page #5

- Come here, you.|- I got to pee.

No. You don't.|I'm not that stupid.

It's not really your style.

You don't know what my style is.

Your style|is to help me blend in.

Henry, help me blend in.

Come on.

All right.|Right here, right here.

OK, I am going to walk over|and find our boys, all right?

You shall stay right here.

Mm-hmm.

You won't move.

Wonderful.

Hey.

Kate.

Is that him?

Is that Rudolph?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

It's him.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

- Come on.|- OK.

Stand still.

Follow the tree line|to the drive.

Henry, you break left.|You and I will take the front.

Now, guys, remember,|when it goes down...

I need this guy intact.

Alex.

Be careful.

Aah!

Help me.

Help.

Go.

- Uhh!|- Aah!

It's OK. It's OK, it's OK.

Ohh!

Oh, sh*t. Henry. He's hit.

Come on, come on.

Just take it easy.

Hold it! Hold it!

Put your hands|where I can see 'em !

Get out of the truck.

Get out of the truck!

Yeah, roger.|We're ready to transport.

How is he?

I'm sorry, Sam.

For all this, I'm sorry.

Yes, shocking is|an accurate way to describe...

what went on here|in the early morning hours.

Local police won't comment,|but channel 6 sources...

tell us what happened here|in the pre-dawn hours...

Does this hurt?

...reaches beyond California...

and some say involves|a rogue branch of the FBl...

They sure can document a fuckup|at the speed of light.

I guarantee you won't|be seeing a picture...

of that woman|whose life you saved on TV.

OK, breathe in.

How's this?

A little tender there.

What about here?

We need x-rays.

Not a chance.

Gone in the night.

At least now the FBl|know who they're looking for.

How far can he run?

It's not a question of how far.

It's how long.

...Questions and receiving|very few answers.

Questioned on the scene,|Detective John Sampson...

whom we've learned|is about 3,000 miles...

What do you want to do?

Sampson is|a detective in good standing...

with the Washington, D.C.|police department.

Local police tell us...

Sampson was part of|a rag-tag surveillance team.

Sampson, Detective Castillo...

and two other unidentified|individuals were on a stakeout.

But staking out whom or what?

Property records indicate|the cabin owner is...

I'd like to see about|making reservations...

from Los Angeles|to Raleigh-Durham.

...was Dr. Rudolph,|a man with no criminal record.

It's the return portion...

Hang up the phone, Kate.

Pardon me?

Hang up the phone.

Dr. McTiernan...

welcome to our crime scene.

The sight of yellow tape|and flash bulbs...

must be getting a little old|to you by now.

- A little.|- You got here quick.

Not quick enough.

Now wait a minute, Kyle.

Let's not downplay|the upside of this.

- Upside?|- Yeah.

She lD'd Casanova.|You got a trail.

Alex, don't even try.|It's bad form.

The day you set foot|in Durham...

I feel like you've been|screwing me around.

Look, I let you in.

I shared information.

What have we got? A mess.

And a cop who's looking|at two years of rehab.

Kyle, do you want me|to say I f***ed up?

All right. I f***ed up.

Just...don't shut me|out of this.

What do you see?

Maybe I'm looking too hard.

For what?

I don't know.

It seems so cold.

Not like him.

Alex.

Keep looking.

Thought the closet|looked a little tight...

so I brought in|a DX fluoroscope...

scanned what appeared|to be a lunar module.

It's a freezer.

A trophy case.

Guy's got divergent MOs.

Don Juan on the east coast.|Joseph Mengele on the west.

- We found feet.|- What?

You heard me. Surgically|band-sawed at the ankle.

Vacuum-bagged, 15 pair.

Check out the shrine.

Gentleman Caller...Casanova.

There hasn't been a true|multi-territorial predator...

since Jean de Salle, 1921...

eviscerating|Paris prostitutes...

and strangling widows|on the Riviera.

And running|a bicoastal operation.

This is|the most ambitious stunt...

in the annals|of serial pathology.

This guy is Houdini squared.

Put on the brakes now.

We're not dealing|with Houdini here.

What we have here|is Leopold and Loeb.

Home team...visitors.

We got 30 ampules|of Sistol here.

The chronologies match.

There are two of them...

and they're collaborating.

Collaborating and competing.

Got an lD on him?

It's probably just some kid|Rudolph did 20 years ago.

Comb through Missing Persons,|we'll find him there.

- Don't bother.|- You know who he is.

Mm-hmm.|And he's got both his feet.

I'm giving you|three minutes to throw the bolt.

Am I wasting my time?

OK, boys. Nobody home.|You all take upstairs now.

- Yes, sir.|- Be clean, boys.

Clean and thorough.

Keep the goddamn media out.

Nick, you got the chief there?

Alex.

How long has he been in the box?

Five hours. They took|him in the middle of a class.

This is bullshit!

You know|I wouldn't sanction this.

Hatfield got the tip.|I don't know how.

Stages a huge public arrest.

By the time I'm on the ground,|he's already got this guy...

You haul in $2 million|of surveillance equipment...

and these clowns stage|a cold arrest?

That is top-notch police work.

- This is all politics.|- It's all bad, Kyle.

Not all.

Dr. Sachs.

It's good to see you again...

circumstances notwithstanding.

Can l, uh...

Can I get you anything?

Coffee? Soda?

Oh, come on, Wick.

There's some questions|you can answer without a lawyer.

For instance,|you might have said...

"Yes, thank you.|I will have coffee,"

or "No, thank you."|You know, just to be polite.

But you don't drink coffee,|do you?

You probably stick|to bottled water.

What the hell's he doing?

That's how|you stay in fighting trim.

He's doing what he does.

Where's the best bottled water|in the world come from?

The Alps?

Some French aquifer?

Futican.

Sorry?

Fu-ti-can.

It's Japanese.|You wouldn't know it.

It's in the Japanese character|to do this sort of thing.

They build|these special ships...

and sail them to the farthest|navigable extremes...

and look for the bluest|iceberg they can find...

and they tow it back.

And one is able|to drink something...

that was last in liquid form|about 30,000 years ago.

Expensively clean.

What does it taste like?

Like water.

By the by, Alex...

writing a bestseller?

You must be a millionaire.

No. Far from it.

I bring it up only|because I mean to sue you...

along with these|other local imbeciles.

For what?

Defamation of character?

I like to f***...

variously f***...young women.

I have f***ed nearly|100 of them in 75 ways...

but I have never hurt|any of them.

There's no record of violence|anywhere in my past.

Megan Murphy.

Oh, yeah.

This is a painstaking|recreation of an image...

from Friedrick Thelen's|Die Welt der Flagellanten.

Do you know it?

It took me 3 hours|to tie her up properly.

And consensually, by the way.

Dr. Cross, tell me|you have more than this.

I have pictures of Megan|tied to a tree.

No.

I was thinking|we'd discuss that at the trial.

In, say, six months?

Maybe you'd like me to go|on record now about Naomi.

I'll start with|the first time I saw her.

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