Solace

- Cuban.

- What's the word, Sawyer?

Looks like a match.

Yeah, ilk Joe.

We've got a series.

Same M. O.,

same signature, no DNA.

Not one goddamn shred.

You said that already.

I'm doing everything I can.

Goddamn f***ing a**hole.

(under breath) F***.

I need to go see him.

Joe.

I think it's a mistake.

You're entitled to your own opinion.

Well, let me rephrase that.

I think it's a big mistake.

Apart from time and resources,

it's bringing an unknown into a...

- into a really bad situation,

- Not unknown at all.

I've worked with him before,

and he's actually my friend.

- You said he's unstable.

- I did not, Katherine.

I said he's had a hard time.

It's too early

for a Hail Mary, Joe.

You will learn it's never too early

for one of those.

Goddamn, are you seeing this?

I mean, look at all this. "

pretty green sh*t.

How long has

he lived out here?

Two years.

Ever since his daughter Emma died.

Leukemia. In his arms.

Gave up his medical practice.

Hell, he gave up everything.

What happened to his wife?

Well, therein lies

the truth about tragedies.

They bring some people

closer together...

...drives others apart.

There it is.

Do you mind staying here?

Let me talk to him alone?

- You could have left me in the city.

- I could've...

But you would have missed

the pretty green sh*t.

Sentiment.

Yeah?

- John? It's Joe.

- Yeah, I know.

Are you gonna open the door?

I'd like to talk to you,

Nat interested.

John, I just drove three hours

to come and see you.

Come on. You know me well enough

to know that I'm not leaving,

And I'll kick down this door

if I have to.

A real pain in the ass.

Yeah. I've heard that before.

You know, I sent you a letter

like a year ago. Did you get it?

Yep.

What did it say, John?

"No parent should

outlive a child. "

- So you've been holed up here.

- Uh-huh.

I see you've settled in.

- It's a beautiful day out there.

- That's what they tell me.

So you don't get out much?

- Do you want a soda?

- No, thank you.

I don't have cigarettes.

I gave them up a few months ago.

Meet my new addiction.

Laura and the kid okay?

Yeah, they're good.

Thank you.

Heard from Elizabeth yet?

No.

You will.

So, besides wanting

to see you...

I've got a situation that

I'd like you to take a look at.

- I could just tell you about the victims,

- I'm not interested.

By the way,

who's your girlfriend?

That is my loyal partner,

Agent Cowles,

who apparently doesn't listen

to a f***ing word I say.

S.A.C., Joe.

I thought you might

want to take the call.

Excuse me, John.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I brought the case tiles.

- It wasn't necessary.

The Agency has

changed the guidelines

for the way we break down

the cases.

It makes them more readable.

Oh. Well, that's a relief.

We gotta go.

Three murders,

Identical M,O.

Agent Cowles.

I'll leave the case files here.

John.

You okay?

If you change your mind

about this...

...you know where to ind me.

- Hey, Joe.

- John.

I make no promises.

I'll stay maybe one day.

Maybe one week.

Deal. No promises.

- You knew I'd come back?

- I had high hopes.

You remember Agent Cowles?

I should say "Dr. " Cowles,

- with a doctorate in...?

- Psychopathology,

She was to become a professor

before the bureau snagged her.

- You gave up academia for this madhouse?

- They let me carry a gun.

Wow! So sexy.

You two will

make a good team.

John, you know when and Katherine, you

know why someone's about to do something.

Run this through until we come out.

Dr. Clancy, before we go upstairs,

with all due respect,

I don't hold an ounce of confidence

in the paranormal as a Held.

I think it's a sham.

I hope (hat's okay.

No problem at all.

I feel the same about shrinks.

After only one thing,

your money.

They'll take your whole hand.

Whoever said that has obviously

never met a good one,

It was Sigmund Freud.

Like I said, a hell of a team.

method.

Each victim was killed by

a puncture wound at the skull.

Inflicted by

a Eve-inch instrument.

It went straight into

the medulla oblongata.

Immediate, according to the coroner,

Painless execution.

- These photos are all post-mortem.

- A couple of them almost look alive.

No mistakes.

Crime scenes so far have yielded

no evidence of DNA, hair-fibers,

- shoe-prints, nothing.

- No witnesses, either.

Ward lived in a secured building.

No signs of forced entry.

On the psych front, it's unheard of.

There's no geographical, chronological

or astrological pattern

to the murder.

No robbery.

Other than thah

we got a good handle on this case.

John?

John.

Yeah.

Robert Ellis,

the kid in Mount Pleasant.

- He was eating ice cream.

- He was.

Where do you want to start,

John?

Well...

...at the beginning?

The residence of

Mrs. Ethel Jackson, age 69.

She lived alone with three cats.

Was a regular at church.

Landlady grew suspicious when she

hadn't seen or talked to her in two days.

She was found killed

in that rocking chair.

On the TV,

the Cooking Channel played.

And the note we were looking at earlier?

Was here,

On this table.

My wife.

I need to take this.

Sweetheart, I...

- What do you make of the note?

- As a shrink?

- Yeah,

- it's a classic riddle.

"I will tell you in two words who I am,

what I do and how I live. May I?"

Taunting questions

designed to mislead.

Asking our permission to reveal himself,

yet never intending to,

it's playful, but only one person

is playing here. it's solitaire,

Or is it something more?

Is it a cry for help?

An indication of

split personality disorder,

where the fiddler is

asking themselves, and us,

who they actually are? But no.

That's not consistent with the crime.

This is too controlled,

too sharp.

There's something else

going on here.

It's like he's looking for

someone.

- So?

- She likes hats.

Hey. How are we doing?

Fantastic.

Katherine works up a full

profile based on the note.

- Which she's finishing at home.

- Okay.

- I'll see you in the morning,

- Yes.

John.

How about I buy you dinner?

Special treat. Best place in town.

Do I need a jacket?

Hell, no, you don't, I got connections,

I know the maitre d'.

Goddamn it,

This is so good!

- John?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- For John, one more please. Yeah?

- Coming up.

My boy has a rough time in school.

Came home in tears again today.

- Being bullied?

- Yeah.

I don't know what to do.

Don't know. Give him a hug.

Tell him a joke.

- A joke?

- Yeah. A joke.

I don't know any jokes.

I'm serious, John. Come on.

In the name of friendship,

tell me a joke.

Me?

I don't know any jokes.

Okay, just one, Um...

This woman, Mrs. Jones, uh,

was suffering from

a rare heart condition.

The doctor prescribes male hormones

to up her testosterone, 2 pills a day.

A month later

she goes back to the doctor and says...

"That medicine

is doing wonders for my heart.

But I'm growing hair

where it has never grown before. "

"Don't worry, excessive hair is to be

expected. Where does ii grow exactly?"

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