Show me.
It's him.
He told me his name was Bob Wilson.
He paid cash every month for 2 1/2 years.
Till about six weeks ago, he just disappeared.
You run a credit check, grab a social, photo I.D.?
No.
You rented a house to a guy you never laid eyes on?
I rented a house to his 950 bucks a month.
That's not a crime, is it?
Hold this.
Hello.
This is a courtesy call for Bob Wilson.
Thank you for your recent visit to Sun 'n Lakes Timeshare
here in sunny South Florida.
We look forward to seeing you soon
for your complimentary, all-expenses-paid weekend
at our fabulous four-star resort.
Hey.
Hi.
I just...wanted to call and say "hi."
"Hi" to you.
Jeff and Ray are doing yardwork.
Giving you a chance to call and say "hi."
How you doing?
We're good. We're hanging in there.
Super soaker?
Uh, hall -- hall. Yeah.
Well, maybe you should, uh...
Yeah, I need to...go.
Ah.
Uh, it's none of my business,
but I can see the pool hasn't been used much lately.
Uh, a friend's son used to come over and use it.
If I cut back to twice a month,
you could probably save a few bucks.
Um... Let me think about it?
Okay. Cool. Yeah.
Oh, and, uh, I used to pay your cousin online.
Uh, yeah, I'm not really set up for that.
I'm not much of a computer guy.
Me neither. All right, check it is.
Okay.
Oh, uh, y-you want a check now?
Why? I haven't done anything, yet.
Nice place.
Yeah, it's, uh...
It's good to see you, too.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hi. How are you?
How's tricks? Long time, no see.
Is that better?
Jim, he's back.
Are you sure it's him?
White female, 25 to 32,
dirty-blond hair, blacked-out eyes.
Yeah, I'm sure.
And you're in my backyard...Why?
Because I believe the Northside strangler
is here in Florida.
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The Northside strangler?
Between '05 and late 2008,
he was linked with the abduction and murder of six women --
these two make eight. Now eight.
I headed up the Chicago side of the task force
with Detective Harper of the Illinois State Bureau
for almost four years.
Until our unsub went dormant and our trail turned to ice.
A message from Sun 'n Lakes Timeshares
was left on our suspect's phone three days ago.
- Is that her? - Yeah.
What I found two days ago in Chicago
is the first activity we've clocked
in 2 1/2 years.
Okay, fine. But what makes you -- or, rather, her --
think that the unsub is here?
Detective Harper seems to think
that he's searching for a new hunting ground.
He's territorial -- six kills
within the same 8 square miles, then stops --
imprisonment, maybe injury --
then kills again in the same zone
with the same victimology and the same blacked-out eyes,
then bolts in the middle of the night
to visit timeshares in Florida.
He's on the move, and my guess
is he's gonna kill again soon.
She sounds pretty confident.
Yeah. That's one word for it.
Okay, fine, but, uh, while she's here,
she's your problem.
And that's another. Thanks.
Thanks for your time.
Ah. You must be Mr. and Mrs...
Uh, Longworth and Harper.
Detectives Longworth and Harper.
Oh. I thought you were here for the promotion.
Maybe. What are you offering?
Well, we have a fantastic offer.
By attending a one-day presentation,
we are gifting a complimentary two days
of tennis, golf, and fabulous food
at our world-class facility. Sounds good.
How many sales pitches do we have to sit through for that?
Well, they're not pitches, per se, but there are a series
of guest meetings throughout the week.
Ah.
Now, did a Bob Wilson attend one of those "guest meetings"?
Maybe.
Uh, is there some trouble?
We believe he may have killed eight women.
A-a serial killer?
Yeah, who may have attended one of your presentations,
so, uh, if we could loop back around to that question?
Yes. We do have a Bob Wilson in our records.
And he was scheduled to attend two weeks ago,
but he never showed up.
But he did attend this past weekend.
Can you describe him?
Uh, between the Sun 'n Lakes and, uh,
Citrus Estates locations, we have over 340 guests.
I notice a lot of your guests are wearing I.D. badges.
Can you give us a copy of Bob Wilson's?
We take I.D.s after lunch, and it looks like he left
after the first session in the morning.
Didn't want his picture taken.
Any of your female guests not return after lunch?
All the women came back except a Margaret Palmer
did not come back after the first day.
Meaning she sat through the presentation
but didn't stick around for the cool free shit?
Do you have her picture?
You got an address for this Margaret Palmer?
She was just here on vacation,
and she was staying at the Westin.
Fits the profile.
According to our records,
Margaret Palmer hasn't used her room card in two days.
When is she scheduled to check out?
She's booked through tomorrow.
I'll check the bedroom. Thank you.
Who the fuck are you? Oh. Ms. Palmer?
Get out!
No, no, no, wait. I'm Jim Longworth. I'm FDLE.
Get out! Watch it! Watch it! You're gonna...
Stun yourself.
I see you haven't lost your touch with the ladies.
If we'd dug a little deeper, we would have realized
that other than a vague physical resemblance,
Margaret Palmer did not fit our victimology.
Yeah, she required the assistance of a walking cane.
He's never targeted the weak before.
Was there any forensic evidence that pulled it all together?
There was never any physical evidence, no DNA to link him to the victims.
Although there was ash from a cigarette found on every victim,
so we assume our killer's a smoker.
Anything that linked the victims together?
Apart from Chicago and general physical similarities,
nothing.
We have two school teachers, a speech therapist,
a social worker...
A crossing guard, and three stay-at-home moms.
Hmm. Not like any stay-at-home mom I've ever seen.
Oh, Crystal Benson was a stripper.
Worked a pole right in the middle of our kill zone.
Which begs the question -- was there any sexual assault?
No. No sexual component.
Violence is sex for them. It's at the heart of their urges.
Which is what we think is behind
the weird blackening of the eyes thing.
Yeah, what's that about?
Shame -- at who he is and what he's done.
So he can't look back at them.
Hmm.
3 1/2 years you guys lived in this guy's head --
that explains you.
But you?
You got lucky. I did? Awesome.
Yeah. Margaret Palmer decided not to press charges.
Yeah, I wasn't even in the room, so...
Detective Harper, I like to asset share
as much as the next lawman, but in case you haven't noticed,
this is Florida, meaning we've got no shortage
of deviants to track down.
So until or unless you can show me some evidence
of your Northside strangler --
like, I don't know, a body --
I'm gonna need to take my bodies back.
I love her.
Seriously, she's awesome.
Oh, my gosh.
Hey, is this yours?
Will be in two years when I pay off the loan.
This is awesome.
Come on. Jump inside. Look at it.
All right.
Well, look at you, all official.
So, how did you...
Oh, uh, a buddy of mine.
Him and his wife kind of got knocked up, so...
Kind of got knocked up? Yeah.
So, money was tight, and they let me take over the payments.
That's industrious.
Yeah, well, lets me hit the ground running,
you know, be my own boss.
Oh, um, I t-took some money out of our joint account,
just for, like, the first payment and gas
and stuff like that. I hope that's okay.
Yeah, of course. No, that's your money, too.
Promise I'll have it back in there by the end of the week.
Really, it's not a problem.
Hey, can we take it for a ride?
Absolutely. Let's go. Load up.
All right.
Come on, mom. There's room for you.
I should, uh, start on the laundry, but you guys have fun.
You really want these women staring back at you again?
Or not staring back.
I can't tell you how many times I've done this,
stand there, staring at his victims.
Agonizing over what we could have overlooked.
So much of those 3 1/2 years just haunting me daily.
Really? I haven't given it a second thought.
But then it was easier for me,
not being around it when I left.
Yeah, you did sort of vanish into the night.
So how was it?
How was what?
The wedding.
It...wasn't.
I-I mean, I -- it -- it didn't -- didn't happen.
Oh.
They're my grandmother's.
Um, I always loved them,
and, well, it tends to keep the wolves at bay.
Yeah, well, got to keep those wolves at bay.
I was so sure there was something
that was bringing him here.
Well, it wouldn't be the first blind alley we've been down with him.
Two new victims after nearly four years?
Something's triggering his kills, Jimmy,
something new.
A stressor we haven't seen before.
- Well, I'm sure you've kept tabs on, uh... - Tommy Ray Haynes?
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Yeah, he's doing 22 months for a felony elude to evade
down in Joliet.
He always did like to run.
And you always did like him for it.
Look, if I'm right and he's here,
why Florida, Jimmy? Why this timeshare?
I mean, every female guest is accounted for.
Am I that far off base, or are we just missing something?
Or someone.
The guests were accounted for, not the employees.
Daniel, I need you to do something.
Ashley Whitfield, 26, fits the profile.
Hasn't been to work in three days.
That's not a good sign.
Ashley Whitfield?
The neighbor didn't see anything,
but she did notice Ashley's car was missing.
The killer's never taken a victim's car before.
Well, who needs a car in Chicago?
Just a pain in the ass trying to find a place to park.
But Florida...
Detectives, I ran down the source of that voicemail message
from Bob Wilson's machine like you asked me to.
Oh, like you asked him to?
It wasn't actually from the timeshare company itself.
It was from a call center in New Delhi.
They called from a master list of everyone from Chicago
who visited Florida in the last six months --
over 40,000 people.
Records indicate they left that message five weeks ago,
but there's no real way to trace
who actually placed the call to Bob Wilson.
All right, yeah. Hi.
Probably just one of thousands anyway.
You know what? Get us an APB on Ashley Whitfield's car.
Right away.
Now. Okay.
I won't know till I get her on a table.
But based on the bruising on her neck and throat,
and what feels like a hyperextension of the larynx,
manual strangulation appears to be the cause of death.
I could be more conclusive if they hadn't blacked out her eyes.
You can tell so much by the eyes.
- They obviously spoke to our killer. - Yeah, and not in a good way.
- Thanks, Carlos. Let us know. - You got it.
There's no evidence of cigarette ash like in all the other crime scenes.
Or that special smoker smell.
Okay, you've convinced me.
I went ahead and e-filed with the commissioner's office
to inform them that you'll be working this case
with Detective Longworth.
Just remember that while you're here,
you're working under his badge and under Florida law.
Y-you said this guy kills two women
within days of each other, right? That's been his pattern.
A new stressor in his life triggers such a need to kill,
he kills once, then he kills again...
Then guilt or remorse sets in, and he stops, each time after two.
If this new pattern is anything like the old one,
my guess is he's already chosen his next victim.
So find this guy -- fast.
Look, we have a pretty good idea where he and Ashley's paths crossed.
- I'm thinking we start -- - Sun 'n Lakes Timeshare, right?
What?
Ashley's dead?
From this s-serial killer that you're after?
We think her death might be related to the series, yeah.
How well did you know Ashley?
Not very. She did her thing with the guests. I did mine.
We didn't have a lot of interaction.
Interaction?
Well, did you see her interacting
an unusual amount with anyone -- guests, co-worker, maybe?
Not really.
And we weren't co-workers in the traditional sense.
What does that mean?
She taught water aerobics to our guests,
but she did that at a lot of places --
hotels, health clubs,
55-and-older planned communities.
Oh. How's that going?
Pardon? Nicorette.
I remember when I quit,
the cravings just about drove me nuts.
Cancer sticks, yeah.
Uh, thank you, big tobacco.
Listen, it's terrible what happened to Ashley,
and if there's anything that I can do, you let me know.
Sure.
- You never smoked. - Not on purpose.
But he's definitely trying to quit.
In every other crime scene, there was physical evidence
that our killer was a smoker,
but not in Ashley's apartment.
Maybe our killer is trying to quit.
Not enough to bring him in but certainly enough to dig deeper.
And now that we've confirmed a victim in Florida,
it's time to cross-check our list of persons of interest,
see if anybody's migrated to the sunshine state.
Yeah. Daniel. Hey, I need you --
Hey. Daniel, yeah. No, it's me.
Listen, can you do a teensie-weensie little something for me?
"Teensie-weensie"?
What?
You said a little money, Ray.
Mrs. Cargill.
Oh, hey. Uh, please, it's Callie.
Is everything all right?
Uh, no. No. Not even close.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I mean, you know, seriously, I can handle the workload
and the hours and juggling everyone else's schedule
including my own,
but when I can't get enough cash out of the machine
to get a double half cap with splenda, then, you know...
Okay, so, uh... It's not that bad.
It's just some days I feel like I can't get ahead.
Amen to that.
Callie, you know, your family matters
aside for the moment,
I've seen you at the office...
Oh, Jim. I know. I'm sorry.
No, no, no, no. Not Jim. Carlos, actually.
Carlos? Yeah.
No, Carlos is great.
He's actually helping me connect the dots
between medical text books
and, you know, what happens in the real world.
Exactly.
Let me make a few phone calls.
Calls? Yeah.
You know, I -- I might have an idea
I think could work for both of us.
Would you swing by the office tomorrow?
- Yeah. - Good.
Sure.
It's official.
Cause of death is manual strangulation.
Trace evidence of chloroform in throat and lungs.
Like the others.
The chloroform is how he disables his victims
so he can do that weird dye thing to their eyes.
There's nothing unusual about the dye itself.
It's food coloring, like the kind you get at any grocery store.
Looks like it's your Northside strangler, all right.
Which, by the way, the moniker as it is --
a little lazy. Hey, that's not on us.
The Tribune coined that expression.
Besides, we didn't want to stoke the guy's fire
by giving him a cool, sexy name he felt he had to live up to.
You think he cared what you called him?
Oh, I think he followed our moves
and our investigation very carefully.
Detective, that list of persons of interest
you asked me to check on -- they're all accounted for in Illinois.
But the guy you thought is in a Joliet State Prison... Tommy Ray Haynes.
He was released from prison two months ago.
What?!
That's enough time to do the Chicago killings.
Damn it. I checked on him earlier in the year.
They told me he had seven months left.
Overcrowding changed that.
I need you to check with the Illinois parole board,
his parole officer -- get us a last known.
Director Manus already did that.
He listed his sister's address in Calumet City,
but he never showed up.
And according to DMV records,
Tommy Ray Haynes has a cousin who lives here, in Homestead.
You're calling from a bar?
Tommy Ray's not staying with his cousin
because his cousin's wife hates him.
But he's in a white '96 Ford pickup
that his cousin lent him, and we're at his cousin's bar.
Worst case -- he doesn't turn up. We grab a beer.
Goodbye.
All right, if you promise not to gloat,
I will admit that finding a victim
and Tommy Ray in the same state,
is a little more than a coincidence.
See? Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Actually, it was harder than it looked.
Fits the classic profile, Jimmy.
25 to 36 years old, white male, abandoned as a child,
in and out of foster care his whole life.
I mean, guys like that, true sociopaths,
have no real connection to anyone or anything.
Everything about Tommy Ray Haynes
fits the profile --
of Tommy Ray Haynes.
Seriously?
Oh, my God. You will not give up.
I'm just saying there's too much at stake
to throw all our eggs into Tommy Ray's basket.
Jim...
Look, despite what you may think,
I am truly sorry about what happened.
Hey, look, it's all in the past.
Just working together so closely,
day and night, on an emotionally charged case,
you know, things happen.
They did, yeah. A bunch of times.
You knew what it was.
I didn't, actually.
I mean, I figured it out after three months
when you told me you were engaged.
Then I realized exactly what it was.
Obviously, I was confused.
Yeah, look, and, hey --
it all worked out for the best, right?
And, actually, I've met someone down here.
- Really? - Really...
If not a tad unavailable at the moment.
No pattern there.
You know, I asked around your precinct.
Even after the incident with your captain,
you could have stayed in your department.
Why didn't you?
Oh, you know.
I...
I got the invitation to your wedding,
just figured...
needed a change of scenery.
So what happened?
I mean, cold feet?
Find him with his secretary?
Richard was a good man.
I thought he was the love of my life,
but I was wrong.
That's him.
Tommy Ray Haynes.
Go, go, go! Cut him off!
Aah! Down! Get --
ow! Down!
Get off!
You need any more convincing?
Hey, I put out a BOLO
and sent a unit to his cousin's house.
Yeah, we impounded his pickup.
So at least for the moment, he's on foot.
We need to get Tommy Ray's photo out
to every taxi and bus driver in the county.
Already did, and any reports of stolen vehicles
will be sent directly to me immediately.
Excuse me. Hello.
Yeah. Let me see.
No. It's fine. Let me see.
See? There are some advantages about being thick-skinned.
Didn't break the surface.
Still, you should probably get it looked at.
- You had a tetanus shot lately? - Yeah, about a year ago.
What bit you then? Or should I say "who"?
An alligator. Well, caiman, actually.
They found Ashley Whitfield's car.
Here we go. What here we go?
The way you look at Detective Harper.
I wasn't looking at her any way.
Only one other woman I've ever seen you look at like that, my friend.
- Yeah. I'm sure you're wrong. - I'm not.
The service guy says Ashley dropped her car off
four days ago, never came back to pick it up.
I showed him a picture of Tommy Ray Haynes,
but he's never met him.
So much for the theory that the killer took her car.
Yeah. That doesn't mean he was never in it.
- What do you got? - Gum.
Smoker's gum? Like the kind that helps you quit.
Yeah.
Ashley Whitfield was not a smoker.
And if Tommy Ray Haynes is trying to quit, he's doing a terrible job.
He stunk of nicotine when I fought him.
But we do know someone in the mix who is trying to quit.
And who obviously lied about his relationship with Ashley.
Even if the gum was mine,
it doesn't prove that I killed Ashley.
Well, it proves you're a liar
who had something to hide about a murdered woman.
That sort of usually goes hand in hand
with the person that killed her.
I am not lying.
Ashley and I barely knew each other.
She gave me a ride once. It was no big deal.
I'm not just talking about the gum, Jared.
We did our homework on you.
Well, actually, an enthusiastic paid intern did his homework on you.
The timeshare company that you work for, Sun 'n Lakes?
Yeah, they have a corporate headquarters
in Elk Grove Village, a suburb of Chicago.
Okay. So?
So, you've been with them for around six years,
starting in about 2005.
That's the exact same time that the killings began.
But I don't live in Chicago. I live here.
But for the first three years,
you worked out of corporate headquarters.
And since then, you've been flying back and forth
from here to Chicago.
Plenty of enough time to rev up, plan,
and execute the murders.
I am telling you you got it all wrong.
I don't know anything about Ashley's murder,
and I damn sure never killed anybody in Chicago.
We can put you with the victim, we can put you in Chicago
at the exact time of each of the murders,
and thanks to that intern I was talking about,
who hooked up with FDLE fraud division,
we know that you may or may not be Jared Nolan.
So the question is, who the hell are you?
Terry McCabe, maybe?
Or Chad Crandall. Chad -- really?
That's just -- let me just go over here
and find Bob Wilson so we can arrest you
on the murders of two, maybe three --
I'm hoping all nine women. Okay, okay. Fine. Fine.
I'd been using my job to get credit-card information
and selling it, but that is all.
And Jared Nolan is my real name.
Credit-card fraud, Jared?
Or maybe just aliases to hide your day job as a serial killer.
Red flags went up at corporate. I needed another source.
Ashley was an aerobics instructor
at Saw Grass Village, where her grandmother lived.
Saw Grass Village? What?
A 55-and-older master-planned community.
Most of the units are filled
with retired snowbirds from the Midwest.
Sue me.
Old people make soft targets --
You and Ashley worked this scam together?
No. She never knew about it.
Ashley and I hooked up a couple of times.
I stole her password, I got the information from her computer.
She made friends with a lot of the older women,
even after her grandmother died.
And Ashley being such a soft target,
well, that was just too good to pass up, huh?
I really appreciate you thinking of me for this.
I mean, I've heard of forensic nursing.
I just never really saw myself pursuing it.
So think about it.
Look, the money's good, and the hours are flexible.
You wouldn't have to change jobs
or quit going to med school.
You know, really, what it does is it lets you set the pace
that works with your lifestyle and your crazy schedule.
- Director Manus. - Yeah.
Oh, um, Callie, this is Detective Sam Harper.
- Hi. - Hi.
You must be new. I haven't seen you around.
Oh, I-I'm not from here. I'm from Chicago.
Oh. Jim's from Chicago.
Jim and I were partners on the Northside strangler case.
Ah.
He's amazing.
Yeah.
You got another suspect?
Person of interest.
We'll see if he graduates to suspect.
Okay. Well, keep me in the loop on that.
Definitely. Oh, uh, Callie.
Sam, this is Callie. This is --
We've, uh -- We've met already.
Okay. Oh. Good. Good. Nice job in there, by the way.
Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly a confession
but definitely enough to hold him on,
at least until we check out Saw Grass Village,
where Ashley's grandmother lived.
Her grandmother? I have a hunch.
Which we should probably check out,
so, um, I-I'll see you later?
Actually, do you have a minute?
Oh, I'll -- I'll -- I'll wait for you in the car.
I'll walk you out. Sure.
Okay.
So, that's your old partner?
Unofficially.
Uh, actually, she was state. I was Chicago local.
You two were together, weren't you?
I mean, Jim, I can tell.
For a while.
And now she's here?
For a while, Cal.
It's not a problem. That was a long time ago.
Yeah. 18 months -- a lifetime ago, right?
She means nothing to me.
But clearly she did.
I get that we have people in our past.
It's just you never bothered to mention her to me?
Well...
Look, no. You're right.
You're right. I -- right, I probably should have.
But Sam lives Chicago. I live here.
The sooner we catch this guy, the sooner she goes home.
I really got to go.
Yeah. Go.
No, I'm not eliminating Jared as a suspect.
I'm saying, if Ashley spent time here,
maybe our killer did, too.
This is a 55-and-older community.
Ashley's grandmother was in her 70s.
That's a decade outside of our killer's target victimology.
Yeah, but not a 26-year-old granddaughter.
She made friends with her grandmother's pals.
Maybe one of those pals meant something to the killer.
Hey, I said it was a hunch. You were the one that said
he was looking for a new hunting ground.
I did say that, didn't I? Yeah.
Hey, so, uh, Callie's pretty hot.
It's -- you never mentioned who, just that you'd met someone.
Can we...
Oh, fine.
Jared Nolan stole identities. Maybe he stole "Bob Wilson,"
rented himself a house in Chicago, didn't realize
that the name had been recycled back through the system.
But Jared Nolan isn't running. Tommy Ray is.
Yeah, the Northside killer was never about outrunning us.
He was about outsmarting us. Or trying to.
There. You see?
A hunch.
Tragic what happened to Ashley.
Such a sweet girl, always helping out.
But not to speak ill of the departed,
but she and her grandma were the only ones
that could handle Doris.
Northside Braille Institute.
Gulf Coast School for the Blind.
Southeast Services for the Blind.
Doris was devoted to helping the blind.
Not exactly the warmest person.
Blind devotion? Try obsession.
Try I think we found it.
Found what? The stressor we never saw before,
the reason he's been killing.
Off the top of my head? I'm going with mom.
What do you got? Not sure.
I'm thinking flour, like for baking.
As in that evidence you're about to eat --
Yep. Six weeks stale. Just confirming it.
I'll run this to the lab.
So, what does all this mean?
It means our previous assumptions
about why he blacked out the victims' eyes is wrong.
It wasn't shame. It was anger.
At blind people?
At his mother's devotion for the blind --
love she showed them, but not him.
Doris Fowler died in a hospice, completely alone.
No one ever came to visit her. No one claimed the body.
Ashley made all the arrangements.
Hmm, all these people she gave her life to,
and no one even cared to come see her?
She didn't give a rat's ass about them.
She gave a rat's ass about this --
look at me, how amazing I am.
"Giving" of myself. Not even her own family?
Well, she only had one son -- Kevin Fowler.
Estranged, apparently.
Management's never met him or spoken to him,
and there's no record of him ever visiting his mother.
Yeah, in my experience,
serial killers don't sign the guest book.
So, Doris Fowler moves from Chicago.
His anger dissipates. The killings stop.
She's diagnosed with cancer, forcing contact.
The pressure builds up again. Six weeks later, she dies.
And the killings resume -- twin Chicago, and now here.
Which tells us what?
It tells us the pain of being denied his mother's attention
was so profound, his anger so intense
that he wanted to kill her. But he couldn't.
So he kills surrogates. First one, then another.
Women that triggered the rage he had for his mother,
until he worked up the nerve to kill her.
But she gets diagnosed with cancer,
triggers the need to kill again.
And then dies, the selfish bitch, robbing him
of the chance of killing her and ending his agony.
So he kills Ashley Whitfield.
The question now is, who the hell is Kevin Fowler?
We know Jared nolan used identities.
Well, Doris Fowler was devoted to helping others.
Maybe she took in foster children
just to add another notch to her belt.
Tommy Ray Haynes was in and out of foster care.
There you go. Try that.
Uh, what's going on in here?
Dad's showing me how to make his famous three-cheese lasagna.
His three-cheese lasagna.
I haven't had that in a while.
I saw that you put the money in the account
ahead of schedule.
Yeah, a couple good nights.
Look, this is gonna be ready in an hour.
If you want to grab a beer and go sit out on the porch.
I'd love to, but, um, I picked up a shift.
So...
Okay. Well, then, uh, we'll save you a plate,
and you can nuke it when you get home.
Okay.
And Tommy Ray Haynes bounced in and out
of the foster care system his whole life,
and Doris Fowler did take in foster children in Illinois.
You do know how long it'll take
to unseal Tommy Ray's juvie record, right?
Try weeks. No. We don't have weeks.
Another body will probably turn up
in the next couple of days, if not sooner.
All right, look, I'll reach out to a judge buddy of mine,
see if I can expedite that. Thank you.
This is what we never had before --
the rage he had for his mother.
He's been killing nurturers and caregivers,
women he wanted his mother to be.
Why didn't I see this before?
Because we could never connect the victims
to a single victimology -- I mean, we've got moms,
career women, women who volunteered --
All with nurturing qualities,
love and attention they gave to other people.
But not Crystal Benson. The stripper.
Crystal had no children.
She was in and out of prison, drug rehab.
She could barely take care of herself.
She doesn't fit the profile, which, of course,
as we all know, if one thing doesn't fit...
Then none of it fits, and you have nothing.
Or does she?
Okay, you really need to have that looked at.
No, no, no. There's no time.
It's not what we see that made them victims.
It's what he saw and probably, no doubt,
the thing that he sees in his next victim.
I mean, we've got three stay-at-home moms,
two educators, a social worker.
He's obviously targeting them for their nurturing quality --
love and attention that they gave to others --
including Crystal.
I don't know, Jim. The stripper's a stretch.
Her stage name -- Florence Nightingale.
A nurse.
It's probably nothing,
but you never want to take your chances with a dog bite.
That wasn't that bad, was it?
Nah, I'm good.
She usually picks up.
I'm sure she's fine.
During his first spree,
who gave the killer the most attention, Sam?
It was us. It was you and me.
This whole time, I've had this feeling --
the killings in Chicago, now here Florida.
What if he's been watching us,
knew I was in Florida, knows who I'm close to?
Callie?
No, it's me.
I checked stolen car reports like you asked.
Any with GPS? Any at the hospital?
Unfortunately, yes.
Callie Cargill? Have you seen her?
Not in the last hour or so.
Hey!
Stay back!
Get off! Where's Callie?!
Get off me! Where is she?!
You're not gonna pin this on me!
You couldn't before! You can't now!
Get off me! You got him? You got him?
Go, go. I got him. Go.
Get down! Stay down!
Callie?
Callie!
Callie? Oh, my God! Hey! What the --
Oh, my God. Jim, what's wrong?
Did you treat a guy for a dog bite earlier?
Yeah. About 20 minutes ago, why?
Wait, is that the serial killer you guys are after?
I mean, the whole hospital is freaking out.
Jim...
Tommy Ray is in custody --
raving mad and still not cooperating,
but, you know, at least he's off the street.
Callie, are you okay?
Yeah. I mean, I didn't even know I was in trouble.
All right, well...
Congratulations, Jim. This one's a long time coming.
Come on.
I'm sure after all this time,
it's probably pretty hard to believe it's all over.
Wh-- uh, yeah. Thanks.
It is over, Jim.
Go and celebrate with that partner of yours.
You both have it coming to you.
Actually, I do need to check if she's all right.
Yeah, of course. No, go.
Well, that's got to feel good,
getting that monkey off your back.
I guess.
You guess?
It's time to celebrate, amigo.
You on your way back? I'll buy you and Sam a drink.
Yeah, I got to file my report.
And I think Sam's got a slightly different celebration in mind.
Yeah. I'm sure she does.
No. She just wants to kick back and catch a few rays.
I told her I'd throw some spiny lobster on the grill.
She's on the first flight back to Chicago in the morning.
Which reminds me, uh, Sam was bugging me
about that white substance we found in Doris Fowler's condo.
Results came back. It's diatomaceous earth.
What's it? It's used in pool filtration.
You startled me.
Hello, Detective Harper.
Shh.
But not your partner.
He -- he -- he just wanted to catch me.
Not like you, Detective Harper.
You knew what I was going through.
You knew what I saw when I --
when I looked at those women --
giving others the love and attention that i deserved.
But she wouldn't give it to me, would she?
No, not mom,
not the great Doris Fowler.
She gave everything she had to others!
But you knew that, didn't you, Detective Harper?
You knew because, deep down,
you are just like them, aren't you --
always thinking of someone else,
somebody other than yourself...
Unlike your partner, who only thinks of himself.
Well, let's see how he feels about this, huh?
See how he feels when he sees what I have waiting for him.
Aah!
He showed up five weeks ago,
said he was taking over the pool business
from his cousin who just moved to Seattle.
No doubt we'll find his cousin rotting in the swamp.
It's too bad.
Kevin Fowler actually did a better job on my pool.
Hey, and thank God for that unsettled feeling of yours.
We are done now, right?
Uh, Jared Nolan committed credit-card fraud... Mm-hmm.
...Tommy Ray Haynes flapping his gums in prison
has him being investigated under a totally unrelated murder,
and Kevin Fowler killed nine women, including my pool guy.
Three bad guys for the price of one, so, yeah.
Yeah, I'd say we're done.
She'll have some bruising, but it'll go away.
Still, you need to be checked out at a hospital, okay?
I'll go get the medics.
Much better.
Chalk this up to that really special way you have
of getting under people's skin.
Hey, seemed he was a lot madder at you than he was at me.
Only thing he did to me was clean my pool.
His mom moving away
at least allowed him to control his urges.
Then once he lost the opportunity to kill his mom,
figured next best thing -- get us together
for his last big hurrah.
Well, we were the only people that actually cared about him.
Which is either really sad or really twisted.
So...Um...
We never had a chance to finish our conversation.
Yeah.
Well, you're leaving now, so...
I'm not, actually.
You're not leaving?
Well, I have to interview Fowler,
do my debriefing ahead of his extradition.
See if I can link him to any other missing persons.
Why?
My sticking around isn't gonna be a problem, is it?
What? Uh, no. No, no.
Uh, why would it be?
I don't know. It's -- just checking.
♪ It's not ♪
♪ what you thought ♪
♪ when you first ♪
♪ began it ♪
♪ you got ♪
♪ what you want ♪
♪ you can hardly stand it, though ♪
♪ by now, you know it's not going to stop ♪
♪ it's not going to stop ♪
♪ till you wise up ♪
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