Profiler (1996) s01e10 Episode Script

PROFILER TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD Natalie told me about the baby- This guy is throwing his arms around like he's trying to rope some kind of steer or something.
What's up with that? That's Grimes from D.
C.
Senior Agent, Operations.
He's probably describing the glories of North Dakota.
When you screw up, that's where they send you.
Screw up? How can they blame Bailey for Molly Sargucci's murder when he was in Arkansas with me? It was Jack.
No, no.
No way, not this time.
There were no messages, no roses, no nothing.
Besides, he didn't even know Sargucci.
He didn't kill Bailey.
He just stole his badge and pinned it on Molly Sargucci's body.
Now, why would he do that? To embarrass the bureau? I don't know.
Whatever it is, he's changed his M.
O.
V.
C.
T.
F.
Brubaker.
Put it in perspective, Malone.
I'm not the enemy.
I helped you get this outfit on its feet.
Believe me, I want you to make it work.
Try this perspective: You're here to put a patch on the bureau's black eye.
Your only stake in the V.
C.
T.
F.
is how it helps or hurts your own career.
Have a lovely day.
From the look on your face, I'd say you want to place a bet about how soon I get the ax.
Absolutely.
Ten bucks.
You want in? You're on.
I'm not going anywhere.
We got one.
Huntsville, Alabama.
A doctor with top security clearance is missing from his house, and D.
C.
wants us on it right away.
Any witnesses? None reported.
There's some weird thing about some needles, too.
Let's roll.
Five minutes.
Aren't you on vacation? Technically, but I figure, with everything going on, you'd want all hands on deck.
We can handle it, Nathan.
Go on home.
You deserve it.
Ok.
Vacations? I I didn't know they gave us vacations around here.
In your case, John, we don't.
Dr.
Karl Kronenberg, single, 43, Chief of Cardiology at Huntsville Physician's Hospital.
His housemaid came in this morning around 11:00 and found this.
Do we have a point of break-in? Yeah, the broken skylight.
Neighbors heard nothing.
There is a back road.
He'd been flying? Just got back from Moscow this morning.
He was one of the doctors consulting on Yeltsin's bypass.
Long trip.
Probably just wanted to get home, have a shower and a nap.
They really knew his habits.
They knew he liked to sit in this chair to read his mail.
So he comes in, decides to sit down and catch up, and He turns into a dart board.
You guys think this could be international, maybe, uh one of Yeltsin's rivals? Right-wingers? No if it was a hit, why would you use hypos? I'd say he was abducted.
No ransom demands.
At least, not yet.
I don't think they want a ransom.
You're right.
If you kidnap somebody for money, it's business.
You don't take any risks you don't have to.
You don't do it alone.
Well, this guy was definitely alone.
That's why he used so many syringes, so he wouldn't miss.
Some kind of a drug, something hard and fast.
When do we have forensics? Early tomorrow.
Uh, guys, I don't get it.
If you want to abduct somebody, why not just use a gun? Why get so fancy? Well, I think that the syringe is part of his psychosis.
You know, we shouldn't eliminate the possibility that this could be the work of a woman.
Neighbors say that Kronenberg doesn't smoke, so we're running hair fibers from the pillows and obviously saliva from the cigarettes.
Huntsville P.
D.
believes we've got a real cool pro on our hands, waited up here until the needles did their work.
And why would you wait up here? You might not hear him come in.
Especially with the TV on.
Why would you tune to an unused channel? Bailey, what's up with you? Two years ago, another doctor fell off the planet.
Same city, same M.
O.
I have a bad feeling it's a repeat performance.
Bailey! I was just going to call you.
I heard about what happened on the news.
I'm calling Lawrence.
We're friends.
It's happening again.
I think so, too, but we're not sure yet.
Let's talk in my office.
Anybody we know? I've never seen her before.
Two years ago, things were mishandled, and I still think that if you had stayed on it Agents get reassigned all the time, Barbara.
I kept up with the investigation, we talked every two weeks, there's nothing I could've done that wasn't done.
You're right.
Lawrence is dead, and I've come to grips with that.
But it's a tragedy that didn't need to be repeated.
I've got a new team.
We're on it.
Then please, Bailey, promise me that you'll stick with it this time.
I want this person caught.
I promise.
Hey.
Hey.
We got the results in from the residue from the Kronenberg hypodermics.
Why are some of the needles yellow and others blue? Oh, it seems that some of them have a chemical that turns blue in contact with blood.
It's, uh it's, uh "tubo tubocure " anyway, whatever.
Some kind of chloride.
It's a neuromuscular blocking agent used in surgery.
Yeah.
Also in poison arrows.
That's curare, John.
Welcome to the jungle.
Good morning.
Morning.
We've just landed a full-scale National Security flap, so heads up, and I'll tell you how we got there.
Two years ago, Dr.
Lawrence Chapin disappeared from his home in Huntsville, same M.
O.
as yesterday.
Dr.
Chapin was a hearing specialist of national reputation.
Like his friend Karl Kronenberg, they both had high security clearance.
Uh, I started the background you asked for in the Kronenberg case this morning.
Chapin and Kronenberg worked together on three top federal cases in six years: Space flight research with defense spin-offs.
Chapin also has a degree in engineering and ran a lab.
Let's go back there, have another look.
All right.
I'll set it up.
Well, I worked the case for about a minute, I looked into the security angle and I didn't find anything.
Two friends, doctors, vanish nearly two years apart, no bodies, it's kind of creepy.
Your friend from yesterday? Barbara Chapin, his wife.
Of course, we gave her a look, but she checked out.
She was visiting her parents in Oregon.
What's Barbara Chapin doing in Atlanta? Well, the Atlanta Bureau was handling the kidnapping.
She lived it night and day.
Felt cut off in Huntsville, so she moved here.
Another tantalizing angle I never got to explore: forty-six love letters we found in Chapin's office.
No signature.
We thought it might lead to a romantic abduction, but they led nowhere.
Still, it might tie into the possibility Sam raised, that the abductor is a woman.
Sam, have a look at these.
Thanks.
So there's no match on either house.
A few smudged prints on the paper.
Nothing we could match.
Look at this.
The, uh, the needles form a pattern.
Not all of them, just the ones in blue, the ones with curare.
Look, Chapin and Kronenberg.
The same thing.
Sort of reminds me of a tattoo.
The victims are being marked with a symbol.
It must mean something to the kidnapper.
Isn't it backwards? I mean, it would make the reverse on the bodies, some kind of mirror image.
Yeah.
I'll get research on it.
Ok.
The average kidnapping turns into murder after 48 hours.
We've already had 21.
We're on the clock.
You hear that? That's the sound that a radio or tv makes when it's not tuned to a station.
It's called white noise.
What's the connection? Well, I went back, and I reread the police report from the Chapin abduction.
Now, they found cigarette butts in the bathroom sink, so the abductor waited in the back room, just like at the Kronenberg house, and look at this.
See that black smear on the edge of the tub? That's cigarette ash, so the tub was wet.
Shower.
He was using the shower to create white noise.
Exactly.
Just like the tv in Kronenberg's den.
The kidnapper needs white noise.
So let's say he's psychotic.
He hears things, voices.
He uses the white noise to drown them out.
Well, I thought about that, but it just didn't feel right, so I went back,and I found that white noise is also used to treat people who suffer from tinnitus.
It's got to be more than just a ringing in the ears, Sam.
Well, maybe not.
I mean, chronic tinnitus has driven people crazy, even to the point of suicide.
White noise is one of the few things that masks it.
Chapin's specialty.
Hearing loss and deafness.
He would've been an expert on tinnitus.
So that's our connection.
Our connection to what? First an ear doctor, now a heart surgeon.
Why is somebody kidnapping doctors? I would've come to your office, Bailey, but thank you.
We think the kidnappings are linked to your husband's work with tinnitus.
Any ideas? It's funny.
All these months, we've always talked about him as the case.
Well, that's how it usually goes.
Work gets kind of impersonal.
Almost needs to be.
We've never talked about ourselves.
It seems like I know a lot about you.
That's because you've got a file on me.
That's true.
Ok.
Fire away.
Well, I already know you're very devoted to your job, but what does your family do without you? My family does very well without me or so I'm told.
You split up? Well, it's her loss.
Do you have any kids? Two daughters.
They're in Baltimore.
Lawrence and I never did get around to children.
What are their names? Ariana and Frances.
I'm trying to cross-reference Kronenberg's patient list.
The good news is, we have access to Chapin's lab this morning.
Something's wrong.
Maybe I made a mistake.
Maybe it's not Tinnitus.
You're back to my voices in the head theory? Well, I don't know, I mean but if you've got tinnitus, and white noise helps, why wouldn't you buy something like a little portable radio? That way, you could listen to the static over the earphones.
Yeah, you don't need to go around turning on tv's and showers.
Right.
So maybe you don't have an actual medical problem.
Maybe it is just a mental one.
A hallucination? Yeah, but you refuse to believe that, so the white noise gets to be like a ritual.
It comforts you, even though the the tinnitus is an illusion.
It's all in your head.
Psychotic? Yes, but it isn't erratic.
I mean, you're sitting there smoking, patiently waiting for your prey.
I mean, that's very controlled.
So this person thinks that the white noise will help, but it can't.
We should take a look at regional sanatoriums, uh, mental institutions.
And we should check for anybody who has a history of I don't know, call it hypochondriac sound fantasy.
Is that a real thing? Just go with it.
You know, somebody who thinks that they have chronic tinnitus.
You know, they have drugs for auditory illusions.
Let's run a list of users.
Ok.
I was Dr.
Chapin's research coordinator.
I guess, in a strange way, I still am.
We're continuing his work slowing down without him, of course.
And you worked with him on tinnitus? For about a year.
Very promising.
We actually got started with a grant from NASA to create silence.
I suppose that's not as simple as it sounds, so to speak.
No.
Even midnight in a graveyard isn't actually quiet.
It's all relative.
You might hear crickets, but not a distant airplane.
Certain sounds cancel others out.
And this works on tinnitus better than white noise? Oh, yeah.
Much better.
Completely.
There, now tell me what you hear.
Kind of a a hum? Now nothing.
Did d Sam, nothing's coming out.
Something's wrong with my voice.
That's amazing.
You've completely neutralized it.
Impressive, isn't it? Your voice was totally gone.
No, no.
Not gone.
I I took it.
I made it inaudible.
It's called phase cancellation.
We measure the frequency and overtones of your voice and then generate the exact sounds to cancel them out.
I can see why the top security.
This has huge military capabilities.
Stealth technology, submarines What is this symbol? Phase zero? It's a symbol we use for maximum quiet.
We'd also like to see Dr.
Chapin's office.
Is that around somewhere? Oh, uh, sure.
Well, follow me.
This is his office? But I thought that he owned the lab.
He did.
He used to have a big corner office upstairs.
I never understood why he wanted to move here, but he insisted emphatically just before he disappeared.
Well, holler if you need anything, ok? Thanks.
Thanks.
Well, we have files, files, files, files, files, desk stuff.
Why would a guy who rates an office upstairs want to be down here? Stapler.
Salt substitute.
Pills.
What kind of pills? He's got Vitamin C, aspirin, vitamin E.
He had a heart problem.
He's alive.
Who is? Chapin.
He had a bad heart, but he's not dead.
I see where you're going with this.
The stairs.
He didn't want to keep going up and down Right, and the salt substitute, the vitamins, the aspirin- If he had a heart problem, we'd have found medical records.
His wife would have known something about it.
She never said anything.
She sure as hell would've.
I mean, why keep it a secret? Keep those fat federal grants rolling in.
Ok, then where is he? It's been two years.
I don't know, but he was developing a state of the art treatment for tinnitus .
Whoever took him wanted it.
Excuse me, you've got a phone call on line 3.
You can take it right there.
Malone.
Yeah.
You think we'd have run a test if we knew he was hanging there? What was the M.
E.
'S preliminary? Was he killed first? No.
He died right here.
When's the last time somebody took a look back here, Mr.
Escobar? About an hour ago.
We had a J-40 scheduled for a compliance burn at noon.
That's a 20 minute test at full throttle.
The deflectors took care of the blast.
It was the sound.
That's what killed him? Yes, ma'am.
That's what it was.
You run a J-40 without baffles, it's not really a sound, it's one long explosion.
It was a demonstration of what it's like to live with a sound so monstrous, you'd do anything to stop it.
But why kidnap Kronenberg to treat Chapin's heart and then kill him? Because Kronenberg failed.
I mean, if a man is dying, and the doctor can't save him, you don't need the doctor anymore.
We're exploring the premise that for the last two years, Lawrence Chapin has been a slave, that his captor hears a sound which is so deafening and constant that he or she is convinced that Lawrence Chapin can build a phase zero device to stop it.
Chapin's kept in a straightjacket of curare, but his heart is failing.
So obviously, Kronenberg was kidnapped to help him.
We searched the pharmaceutical computer networks and found this.
You want to punch that up there? Sure.
This is a prescription written by Kronenberg after he disappeared.
Ok, let's assume Chapin's still alive.
How bad is he? He's got congestive heart failure.
Started seeing a specialist in He sure is worried about losing that grant money.
You know, with regular treatment, he could live.
But he isn't getting any treatment.
His heart pumps so slowly that he fills up with fluids.
This drug lasodril is a powerful I.
V.
diuretic .
It's tricky to use outside of a hospital.
So while Chapin was going critical, Kronenberg was in Russia.
Pretty bad timing.
Kronenberg gets back .
Chapin's so ill that, short of an Intensive Care Unit, no one can save him.
That's the ironic thing.
Chapin has always been doomed to fail.
I mean, the sound isn't real, so there's no phase zero machine ever built that could stop it.
Right here help me, please .
Come on, help me out, all right? Come on.
Hey, please, come on, help me out.
Please help me.
Who are you? Why are you doing this? Hey.
How's it going with the letters? Well, read in hindsight it's clear to see that the writer didn't love him - she needed his help.
"only you can give me what I need.
" Right, "to make life worth living" or "I can't live without you," it's things like that.
He was a salvation, or at least she thought he was.
Mmm.
Bailey can I ask you a personal question? Is there something going on between you and Barbara Chapin? Do you know what you're getting into here? I mean, have you even told her that Chapin might still be alive? We don't know that's true.
You have a professional respon I know my job, Sam.
I guess I missed the sign that said "ethics lecture this morning.
" Come on, I am talking to you as your friend.
I really think that you're on the edge here.
This woman has already accepted her loss.
She's vulnerable.
I mean, do you want to wake up with her one morning and find out that he's coming home? You know what it's like to wait for a telegram, call that never comes? After a while, people need to put it behind them.
Look, I just want you to be happy.
It's not often I meet a woman like Barbara, Sam.
Ever since Shannon, I haven't had such a great run of it.
I know.
Look, I'm, uh I'm not gonna be here this afternoon.
I'm heading over to the Clairmont Sanatorium.
I've narrowed down a list of mental patients.
Your sound fantasy list? Yeah, thirty-one matches in six states of people all reporting auditory hallucinations like tinnitus.
Were they all taking injections? Well, eleven of them were, so I went digging through their medical histories, and I found this one where did I put it? Yeah.
Clairmont, between '92 and '95.
She slept with her hair dryer running, and she also kept her tv in her bedroom tuned in-between stations.
Could be our girl.
Could be.
Hey, guys, Nathan's been in an accident.
Where is he? Where is he? Just give me a second, all right? Nathan, man, they said you'd been crushed.
You don't look too flat to me.
I was pinned under that thing for an hour, expecting it to fall the rest of the way.
You ok? Yeah, yeah.
You're ok? Yeah, now I am.
You all right? Yeah.
I'm gonna go check things out, ok? All right.
I didn't sign on to this detail to wind up on Jack's hit parade! Wait a minute Jack? What are you talking about? Did you see him, or - Not not his face, but who else could it be? I mean, first, he he rips off Bailey's badge, but now he's got my number.
Hell, I'm lucky to be standing here! Let's thank god you are standing there.
Bailey, we need to talk about this.
Give me a minute, Nathan.
What the hell are you doing? You know the rules of engagement.
When an agent gets burned, we go to the wall.
I'm bringing fifty more agents into town, and we're going to rock and roll on this clown.
Don't waste your time.
This is V.
C.
T.
F.
business.
He rigged the jack.
He rigged it so that the car would fall just enough to scare you, Nathan.
Jack's a killer.
Why would he do all this work and not ice me? Because this is a game for him.
He wants to scare the V.
C.
T.
F.
away, so that I'm out there alone.
It's an "up yours" from Jack.
This whack has your team in his cross hairs, and he's going to quit sending invitations and unload on you.
I'm calling out the cavalry.
Do that, he'll go down so deep, we'll need a diving bell to find him.
Talk to me next week when I have this nut-bread in the slam.
It's my operation, so back off.
How many more people have to die, Malone? He's going to try to pull rank.
I'll call a few people and block him.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe the best chance you have is for me to go away again.
That's exactly what Jack wants, Sam .
Best chance we have is to stay together.
Bailey, Sam, take a look at this rear panel here.
Nathan, I'm so sorry - I don't want any of your damn apologies.
Just put the genie back in the bottle.
Maybe we do need their help.
Maybe Jack maybe Jack is just better than we are.
Let's have that talk, Nathan.
When you called me about somebody having fantasies about tinnitus, I, uh I reviewed her case.
We treated her with anti-psychotics.
There was no lasting effects, I'm afraid.
And you're certain it wasn't a tumor or an infection? Oh, absolutely.
The sound Dana heard wasn't real.
She left us, finally .
Well, we're not a jail.
Arnold? Arnold, why don't you go and see if the singing's about to start? I'm sorry.
Do, uh do all your patients use these anti-psychotics? Uh, no.
No, not all .
Actually, many are functional outpatients.
Dana was well, in-between.
Any basis to her psychopathology? A trauma or an accident, maybe? Actually, her grandfather was killed when she was eight, and, well, she saw it.
Can you imagine? You go to visit your grandfather at his big old place in the country.
He lets you help him with his woodworking.
You slip, he tries to catch you.
I guess he was damn near dismembered by a band saw.
The sound she hears, did she ever describe it to you? A scream.
An endless scream.
Maybe it was the sound of the band saw itself.
In her mind, that moment is forever.
I know one thing.
Dana Shaw couldn't get that sound out of her head.
What shall we toast to here? Ha.
Is that a basketball reference? I'm too old for games, Bailey.
I came here tonight to tell you something, Barbara.
I shouldn't have let this happen.
Bailey, this is happening because we both want it to.
If not tonight, soon.
It was inevitable.
We're not sure he's dead.
Lawrence? I don't understand.
We found Karl Kronenberg's body today.
So we think it means that there's this slight chance that Lawrence may still be alive.
How could that be? I said 'may' still be alive.
It's a long shot, Barbara, but we think that Karl Kronenberg was kidnapped to treat your husband.
Well, why didn't you tell me that before? Did you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself? That's not no.
I mean, it was going to be the first thing out of my mouth when I came here, and then you had dinner set up, and I was you know, I, uh you're a wonderful woman.
Got in the way of my good sense.
I'm sorry.
Call me when you know something.
I'll find him.
Malone.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, my possible at Clairmont fits the profile, and I managed to get her picture, too.
That's great.
How about an address? No, no luck, but you know what I was thinking? She might be one of Lawrence Chapin's graduate students.
Sam, meet me at Barbara Chapin's in twenty minutes and bring your photo of the possible.
Barbara? Feel better? Did you at least get a glimpse of her? I was paralyzed.
I don't see our girl in the photo of the graduate students.
Really? No.
Uh, Mrs.
Chapin do you, uh do you recognize this woman at all? No.
I don't think so.
I've never seen her before.
Who is she? Her name is Dana Shaw.
She was a patient at Clairmont.
She checked herself out in 1995, a month before your husband was kidnapped.
I guess she wrote all those letters to Chapin while she was at Clairmont.
What the hell was she doing here? He sent her.
He sent her for something he said he needed.
Why didn't he send her before? Because he's dying.
It's his last chance, and she knows it.
Last chance to build a phase zero machine.
What does he need? It doesn't matter.
I mean, I think that he really sent her here to give us a clue as to where we might find him.
Mrs.
Chapin, do you know what she took? She searched everywhere.
This wasn't a search.
You don't find anything by breaking lamps.
No.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
The rest of this is just lunatic anger.
It's Lawrence and his parents.
Why would she be angry with them? I think she feels that your husband's let her down.
Where would she find this? Was this over here? No.
In the chest over there.
I packed a lot of Lawrence's personal things in here.
Could you tell if anything was missing? I should be able to.
It's his journal.
It was right on top.
It was green leather.
What was in it? Ideas, sketches you know, he was a Sunday painter.
He liked to draw old houses.
Any old house in particular? No.
He'd just drive around looking.
You know, actually, there was a woman who sent him a photo from Atlanta.
He drove down there the last time he was here, said something about it falling apart, something about a terrible accident.
I have the address.
From the looks of it, this place looks deserted.
Do you think we should cut off the power? No, I don't think so.
You don't think you can talk her out of it, do you? I think this woman's capacity for rational thought is gone.
I'm not to be able to make her listen to reason.
And I agree.
Going in.
Me, me, me.
You guys got to learn another pronoun.
Hold your fire, we're going in.
Oh.
No! You promised me you could do it this time, Dr.
Chapin! I can still hear it! Please make it stop! I can't.
Yes, you can! Do it again! Do them all this time! Let me saw it, Grandpa.
I know how.
I watched you.
Let me try it.
John, can you hear me? - Bailey! John, can you hear me? John! Hey, hey, hey! No need to shout, all right? All units, suspect has been apprehended.
Send in the paramedics.
Dr.
Chapin, I'm Bailey Malone, FBI.
We're gonna get you to a hospital.
Your wife will be glad to see you.
Hey.
- Hey.
I thought you still had a few days.
Well, I started rebuilding the front end of the car, and I just lost it.
Every time I walked into the barn I expected to find Jack in there.
Finally I just locked up everything and said, uh, "next year.
" Look, you're a part of this now, and whatever he's planning to do, we can't change it.
We just have to try and stop it.
Well, I can live with it if you can .
There's one thing I keep thinking about, and that's your daughter Chloe.
She's got one up on me, she's seen the bastard.
Well, we really don't know what she saw.
That's my point.
Look, if we're going to live with this, I think we better find out, don't you?