Mr Black, you can't just take her!
(man) The Honourable Anthony Bailey, judge of the Superior Court for Stanton County,
has ordered that on May 14th, 1999,
Mr Edward Sebastian Cuffle shall suffer the penalty of death
within the walls of Stanton County Corrections Institute
for the crime of murder in the first degree.
Mr Cuffle.
Do you have any last words?
I do.
Use sunscreen.
The execution shall now proceed.
Yes.
(laboured breathing)
(grunts)
- Hey. Welcome back. - Hi.
How was it? Florida.
It was...
- It was. - Had you been to an execution before?
No.
- What was it like? - It was barbaric.
It was what he wanted.
It's over now. He's gone from your life.
How are you doing? How's your dad?
- He's doing fine. He's fine. - Good.
Thanks.
McClaren.
(keys jangleldoor unlocks)
Daddy?
Did I teach you how to knock?
Did you wanna watch the TV?
You're testing me. You think I can't remember.
File 8649403IDODID3. File 87...
Daddy. Daddy, please. I don't care about any files.
Why are you keeping me here?
- I just want you to be well. - Well, I'm not well!
That's why they took my daughter away from me.
- Daddy, I'm here. I'll always be here. - Who... who sent you here?
Here is where we live.
I'm gonna go make some dinner.
That would be nice, sweetheart.
Mrs Dryden!
Mrs Dryden?
There you are.
Do you want me to...?
(screams)
(radio) All units, 1-Robert-2-8, code six on battery.
- Can I borrow a glove from you? - Sure.
(unzips body bag)
John and Cyndie Dryden. The cleaner found them
here, tied to the chairs with barbed wire.
- Wire? - Yeah.
They were killed by a bullet to the head, small bore, probably a .22.
No exit wound. They probably bled to death. Must have taken an hour.
Their mouths were stuffed with rice.
- Have you been upstairs? - Yes. Nothing. Bed hadn't been slept in.
I think the killer surprised them during dinner.
Then did the dishes.
Can you clear the scene?
What?
I'd like everybody outta here.
- Mr Black, this is my crime scene. - Barry, please.
Just, uh... do what he says.
- Thank you. - Yeah, OK.
- All right, can we just get...? - 15.
15 minutes, please. Everybody out.
The killer preselected the couple.
The front door was unlocked. He came in after they went to bed.
He arranged things downstairs the way he wanted them. He reset the kitchen table.
Then he went upstairs and watched them have sex.
- But the beds were made. - By him.
He tied Mrs Dryden to the bed.
He made her husband get dressed, took him downstairs, forced him to eat.
Then returned upstairs and made her do the same.
And then he killed them both. But not with a gunshot.
The holes in their skull
- were made with a drill. - How can you know?
Examine the sheets, the bed, the stomach contents. You'll find your evidence.
How do you know all this?
The killer is Ed Cuffle.
He died in the electric chair three days ago.
It's him.
I like rice-I thought they'd like it too.
- It's a humble food. - (Frank) Yeah.
It's humbling food.
That's why I fed it to them.
- Is that what you wanted to hear? - I'm just asking.
I mean, rich people.
I really hate 'em-
Some slut in a German oar. Fake lalas.
Big diamond ring on her finger.
I mean, who wouldn't wanna hack it off and stuff it in he! Mouth?
But...
- Robson Avenue. Tell me about it. - Hm?
- Come on! Why don't you stop lying? - (screams)
(Frank) Are you done?
Are you done?
So...
That's the guy who gave Frank Black a one-way ticket to the psych ward.
It wasn't one-way.
Robson Avenue. What is it?
A street in a wealthy part of Madison where he grew up.
So Cuffle did have a thing for rich people?
Yeah, just not the way he said.
His mother was a cleaning woman. Had half a dozen houses on Robson Avenue.
She used to take him to work with her.
So? My mother sold Avon. She took me to work sometimes.
His mother turned tricks with the men who owned the houses.
They'd come home for lunch, she'd take 'em upstairs,
leaving Ed downstairs where he could listen, imagine,
and eat rice for lunch.
Robson Avenue became etched in his mind.
Every inch of it a reminder of the humiliation and pain he endured.
It's what he saw when he chose his victims and killed them.
- A street from his childhood. - He told you all that?
On the tape you say it's how you found him.
It was his second crime scene. Newlyweds.
Very... brutal.
I'd gone back again and again because there was something I knew I was missing.
It was in that house that it came to me. All at once.
The street in his head became a picture in mine.
You just saw it? What he saw?
Enough for me to make my way back to Robson Avenue.
That's what I do...
when I'm not in the psych ward.
This new guy. Is it the same thing?
Robson Avenue? He knows everything about Cuffle.
Details of his MO that were never released to the public, like the rice.
Not Robson Avenue. He'll find his own path.
It's likely that these two have had contact.
I'll check Cuffle's prison correspondence.
Good.
They're sending a tape of Cuffle's execution.
Why is that?
Well, the killer might have been there.
He may have been sitting right behind me.
- Are you on this case now? - No.
I wanted to talk to you.
Next time, make an appointment.
Your father suffers from Alzheimer's disease.
None of your business. That's my personal life.
We wanna help.
Sure. Right.
You know the Group's involved in biomedical research.
I have checked every website on the planet, Watts. There's no cure.
Nothing public. Not yet.
But we can help your father.
Think about it.
Remember, it's just between us.
Emma. I got something I wanna show you.
You OK?
- (Frank) Just jump it forward, Doug. - Say when.
(Frank) OK, slow it down. Down, down...
There. That's him.
I thought he was saying "yes" to me.
Now look in the reflection.
There.
That's our guy.
- (Doug) Could be anybody. - Can you enhance it?
There's only so much information in the image. I can clarify it.
That's him.
(laughter)
(man) Whoa!
(woman) Wow! What a big house.
- (man) You know what they say... - (laughs)
(laboured breathing)
(sounds of lovemaking)
- Hey! - (screams)
Tommy! Be careful!
Get out of my house!
Get the hell outta here!
- Where'd he go? - He's gone.
- That guy was weird. - Yeah. We should call the police.
Detective Krebbs.
- Thanks for coming out. - How did he get in?
The front door was unlocked.
Excuse the mess, but they said, "Leave everything."
- Where was he? - Uh, he was right around here.
And, uh, we were... well, you know... busy.
Not exactly attentive to our surroundings.
And he was right here.
Holding a bag of something.
- Small? Large? - Uh... Like so. Heavy.
Felt like tools or something when he hit me.
(woman) And he had these weird things over his eyes.
(Tommy) Yeah, like, uh... goggles or something.
Is it possible he was videotaping?
- I certainly hope not. - You hope not?
This is such a nightmare.
Did you move something?
I told you.
I didn't know he was a killer, OK?
A mirror. We moved a mirror.
Could you move it back where it was, please?
On the bureau. Was any of that moved?
I'm not sure. Like I say, we weren't overly attentive.
So, who is this guy?
He won't be back.
Excuse us.
Frank. What is it?
Take statements. Every detail. Anything they can remember.
I'm going back to the Drydens'. I think there's something we missed.
- But what do I tell them? - Well, tell them they were very lucky.
Don't move.
Agent Baldwin.
Mr Black. I'm sorry...
- So sorry about that. - What are you doing here in the dark?
Well, you know, I was just, uh... you know, trying to get inside the guy's... head.
- Forget about it. - Oh.
Wait.
What?
A cross.
What's the matter? Do you see something?
Two I's.
- He do that? - I think so.
What's it mean?
- Two I's again. - No, X-I-I.
- What's the X mean? - It's numbers, not letters.
(Baldwin) Roman numerals.
Mr Black, there's nothing up there.
What is it?
I-X.
Nine.
Christ falls for the third time.
I-I. Two. Jesus receives his cross.
X-I-I. 12. Blood flows...
as Christ's side is pierced by a spear.
So our killer sees himself as Christ?
No, he sees himself as suffering like Christ.
Each step is agony.
That's his path. The 14 stations of the Cross.
- Oh, no. - I know. It sounds like a fabrication.
No, it's not that.
Yesterday, a Father Murray reported some weird guy down at St Matthew's,
doing the stations of the Cross.
I didn't think it sounded germane, so I've been a little slow following it up.
It is now.
(man) Yes, that's him.
I found him stripped down to his underwear kneeling right over there.
The 10th station of the cross. Jesus is stripped of his garments.
- So you saw him up close? - Oh, yes. We talked.
- In his underwear? - I minister to the human spirit.
- It's not the strangest thing I've seen. - What made you call us?
I just mentioned it to our patrol officer. He must have passed it on to you.
This man had extremely graphic, extremely violent thoughts.
- He was concerned he would hurt someone. - He killed two people.
He's nearly killed two more.
I suspected. He seemed in horrible pain.
This man is unlike other killers I've seen.
He suffers the act.
He told me he was possessed, performing acts dictated by someone else.
He's telling you the truth.
Meaning he just honestly believes he's being controlled by someone, right?
No. Someone is.
Who are you?
What are you doing, Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy!
Why am I doing this?
What is... what is happening to me?
(man) I know it's hard, but you're doing the right thing.
It doesn't feel right leaving him here.
He's in the advanced stages of the disease.
Moments of lucidity will be few and far between.
The chances of him repeating what he did last night are huge.
- Could I have a minute? - Of course.
Dad?
Daddy? Hey-
This is a really pretty place.
And I... I saw your room, and...
you get your own TV.
And I'm gonna send for all your books.
OK?
(sobs) I'm so sorry.
You're a pretty girl.
Don't you know who I am?
I know you're someone I love.
I'm Emma.
And I love you too.
(man) Are you ready, Colonel?
Daddy.
I'm gonna be back in tomorrow, and I'm gonna make sure you're all settled, OK?
Sorry.
It doesn't have to be this way.
You have no right being here.
Have you thought about what I said?
His deterioration is not inevitable.
He can be healed.
You feed on other people's weaknesses, don't you?
Do you want this for your father?
Would you want this for anybody?
What do you want?
Frank Black has important work to do for the Group.
He's wasted at the FBI. We want him out.
I have no control over that.
But you're interested.
Who even has the capabilities
- to turn some guy into Ed Cuffle? - I'm not sure.
And, of the billions of people on the planet, why choose Ed Cuffle as your model?
For us, that's the end, not the beginning.
We have to first ask ourselves how they found
their subject. That's how we'll find him.
- The killer? - When they found him,
he was a potential killer,
sufficiently like Cuffle... to adopt his MO.
You are saying, though, that somebody created this guy?
And he doesn't understand why he's doing what he does.
My guess is that the man has no prior criminal record.
- Based on what? - (Hollis) We'd have found him by now.
Where've you been, Hollis? I paged you a thousand times.
- I'm sorry. - How's your father?
Good. You know, up and down.
So, what have we got?
Well, he's Catholic.
There's only about ten billion of those.
- He's white, in his 20s. - (Baldwin) One billion.
- Military background. - Because he wore those mil-spec goggles?
No, he's modelled on Cuffle. Cuffle spent several years in the military.
- It's not exactly unique. - Yeah, well.
The killer will have the same background.
Cuffle got an honourable discharge from the army for psych problems.
There'll be a substantial psychological file there.
The killer will have one too.
(Baldwin) I started with the Department of Defense records.
I isolated those born or resident in Washington, DC,
stripped away African-American, Latinos,
etc, then I focused on the psych evaluations.
- How many? - 336 individuals.
Now, if you select Catholics, we're down to 128.
You strip out anybody with a criminal record, we lose another 55.
So much for "Be all you can be." For the remaining 73,
we're doing a visual match on the composites
from the glass at the execution chamber.
- It's a house of cards. - This is great work, Barry.
Oh.
Yeah, well... - We do what we can. - Yeah.
(Hollis) Over here.
It's him. Lucas Francis Barr.
Educated St Ignatius. Columbia Heights.
245 Coeur d'Alene Drive, apartment 63.
- Got a Sears card sent there last fall. - Let's go!
Target's name is Lucas Barr. Apartment 63 on the sixth floor.
He's five-ten, 180lbs, 27 years old, armed and dangerous.
I will lead green section. We'll take the centre staircase.
On the second floor, blue team go up the back staircase.
Hollis, you go with blue. White and red in reserve. Any questions?
OK, the time is now 9.54. Positions in five.
- We move on my word. Let's go. - Are you sure he's in there?
No. It's an old building. The walls are too thick for a heat signature.
I think you should put this off till morning.
Absolutely not. We've got him. We're going in.
You ready?
Blue, where are you?
(beeping)
- It's empty. The bird has flown. - Roger. Copy that.
- Baldwin, get outta there! - (Baldwin) What?
(Frank) Get out now!
(continuous beep)
Hollis!
Are you hurt?
Barry was inside. Barry was in there. Barry...
Come on. Come on.
Get the fire truck hose. Get it up here, fast!
- What? - You knew.
(sounds of lovemaking)
Visiontext Subtitles: Margaret Burke
(child) I made this!
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