Profiler (1996) s01e14 Episode Script
Shadow of Angels (1) (a.k.a. Noblesse Oblige)
PROFILER 1X14: SHADOW OF ANGELS (1) (A.
K.
A.
NOBLESSE OBLIGE) TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD I feel like I'm at a wake.
Unfortunately, Jack is still very much alive.
All right, we've thrown a dragnet over the city.
This is what he looked like while he was working at the convent.
Atlanta P.
D.
'S circulating it, checking all photo I.
D.
At airports, car rentals, bus stations.
You name it.
NATHAN: We figured after he doused the room with acid, Jack used the convent's ventilation system, crawled out through a manhole three blocks away.
We'll get him.
It's the closest we got to the troll.
How far can he get? We've found over nine thousand dollars of his money and we've got his keys.
Doesn't matter.
He's probably got an emergency stash of cash and I.
D.
s someplace.
If he gets to it, he's gone.
Yeah, but this is the piece de resistance.
His medical diploma.
With this we might actually find out who he really is.
We're already after the Savannah College of Medicine for a list of all their graduates from the 1970's.
Sam? I just got a call.
We've got to go to Lawrenceburg, Kentucky.
Can't you handle it alone? I'd rather stay.
You think I want to leave? I want to get Jack as much as you do, Sam, but this comes straight from Quantico.
They want us to assist the Secret Service.
We don't go, they shut us down.
We'll leave the rest of the team here.
They'll call us the second anything happens.
We'll be gone four hours, tops.
Okay, right.
Dan Ramirez, Secret Service.
Bailey Malone, Violent Crimes Task Force.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Sam Waters, our Profiler.
We've heard a lot about you.
I guess somebody in D.
C.
figured out my talents end with counterfeiting, called you guys in on this.
I'm just as glad.
AGENT: Step back, guys, FBI.
Who is he? Sergei Mardigian.
He's the owner.
He was having a piano delivered, a baby grand worth over $50,000.
His staff was off for the weekend, so the piano movers came out here to look for him.
I'm guessing there's ten thousand silver dollars.
I was figuring out - it has to weigh more than a thousand pounds.
It's an unusually cruel way to die.
Reminds me of pressing, which was a medieval form of torture.
Killers wanted to insure that he had emotional as well as physical pain.
Looks like they made a hell of a party out of it.
This stuff's worth a hundred bucks a pop.
Okay.
Need to take a look at the house.
Yeah, I can take you up there.
Hey, I was glad to see on the news last night you guys finally nailed that sick twist Jack.
Congratulations.
A little premature for that.
All we know for sure is we found where Jack was living.
We don't have him yet.
Sergei Mardigian - born: Worked for the state department as a translator from '62 till '68.
Multilingual.
Employed by the Swedish Royal Family for six months in 1973 as a tutor, then fired for being too autocratic.
And after '73? Nothing.
No taxes filed.
I couldn't even find a checking account.
He bought that house in '87 for cash.
SAM: He also just bought a $50,000 piano for cash.
Maybe we could trace the money to a bank.
It's probably dirty money.
How else would he earn like that? Unless he was a tutor for the Escobar Kids in Colombia.
It's certainly brutal enough to be some kind of drug deal gone bad.
It's brutal enough, but it's too sophisticated.
I mean, drug dealers don't sit around for a couple of days while their victim dies.
Educated, refined, sadistic.
They drank ten bottles of his best Bordeaux.
How do you know it took a couple of days? Oh, it's just a guess .
Killing by a pressing is intentionally slow, sort of a suffocation by degrees.
They even brought their own $10,000 murder weapon and left it.
This is about money.
He had lots of it.
He was killed with it.
We need to follow the money.
I have the ultra-violet picture of the floor around the victim, Sam.
I had it reprocessed in color.
Here we have the red prints that belonged to the secret service and us.
The computer rejected the hoof prints, and it color-coded the ones it couldn't match, which by default are the killers'.
One of the men is wheeling the coins in a wheelbarrow.
Another is walking around the body, tying the half hitch knots around his ankles and wrists, and another is kneeling down by the victim's head.
You can tell by the balls of his feet.
And they weren't shy about leaving fingerprints.
We pulled a couple hundred from the crime scene and the coins that killed Mardigian.
Those silver dollars were bought at the St.
Louis exchange using cash and a phony I.
D.
Of course it would be phony.
These people go to a lot of trouble to be anonymous.
And none of their fingerprints are even in the system.
What else do we know about Mardigian? Never married, no kids, no living relatives.
The pictures of the kids on his wall.
Who are those, friends' kids? I've got friends, they send me pictures of their kids all the time.
I don't hang them up.
What about his neighbors? I mean, doesn't anybody know this guy? No.
They said he wasn't around very much.
He's got some powerful friends in Washington.
There he is with the ambassador to China, Marlow Post.
This other guy is Senator Andrew Fitzgerald.
I have John and Nathan in D.
C.
talking to all of them.
Well, I guess with friends like that, who needs neighbors, huh? Is it friendship or thanks for the campaign contribution? Fitzgerald's had some trouble with contributions.
I found out that the Senate Ethics Committee is about to release a report on him and it looks like it could be enough to get him impeached.
That's something John and Nathan should know about.
Fitzgerald's secretary said he's been missing since this morning D.
C.
cops found the car just now.
What's the address here? "54th and Adamson.
" - Adamson? Wait.
Hold it, hold it.
That sounds familiar.
You know, Fitzgerald's Secret Real Estate in D.
C.
is a big part of his problem.
This guy's a slumlord.
It's all over the Ethics Report.
All right, here we go.
He owns a building on the 59th If he's here on business- He'll have to deal with the manager.
Not the tenants.
He's got to have an office, right? Mm-hmm.
What the hell is that? - It's coming from in there.
Somebody's not having fun.
After you.
- Be my guest.
Federal agents! Don't move! Get back! Ok? - Okay, come on.
I got your back.
John.
Nath? - Yeah? Come here.
Senator Fitzgerald.
If he was alive when you got here, he was nearly dead from the shock.
He was force-fed pennies until his stomach ruptured.
From the bruises, I would say that he had a little help with a few kicks.
They were good.
Planned ahead: Contingency escape routes, everything.
We walked right into it.
Four shooters, one was a woman.
That's what we saw.
Same knots, same sort of icy hatred.
Silver dollars for Mardigian, pennies for Fitzgerald.
Well, they both misused money .
Mardigian used it to indulge himself with everything, and Fitzgerald debased it by gouging the poor in rent.
It's ironic.
His mother's a Vanderhorn.
He was born into money.
He squandered a trust fund of $11 million.
Too many houses, too many wives.
What are you doing here? Partner, I'm working.
Same old, same old.
Hey.
How do you like D.
C.
? I wouldn't even know.
Since A.
T.
F .
transferred me up here last month, I've been in town maybe five days.
Hooked up with this new task force on global terrorism.
It's like I'm gone all the time, zooming all over the planet.
Heard about this thing with the senator.
Thought maybe I'd get over here and, uh, check it out.
Hi.
- Hi.
I called you last week.
Got your message when I got back.
I was in Riyadh on a car bombing.
I'll tell you about it later.
- Okay.
So what's your new job got to do with Fitzgerald? Fitzgerald was the chairman of the senate anti-terrorism committee.
And by most accounts, doing a good job.
Made a lot of serious enemies around the world.
We've got another victim in Kentucky.
Same M.
O.
pretty sure it's by the same people.
The narco terror boys, maybe? Terrorists are usually pretty expedient.
True.
This is a slow death for its own sake.
Doesn't seem to be a practical motive here.
They might be working off a list.
Let's just hope it's not too long.
If Andy Fitzgerald's on it, it doesn't have to be long to be bad news.
It'll be a star-studded funeral.
We should be there.
They may want to watch him be put into the ground.
Ok.
So I heard you guys have Jack on the run.
Yeah, close but no cigar.
Yeah, but he won't be on his best behavior now that he's running.
Yeah, well, that's what I'm hoping.
Are you going to stay on this case? It's pretty much my call.
ATF will want to be right in there until we're sure Fitzgerald wasn't a target of some kind of terrorism.
So I'll be flying down to Atlanta tomorrow.
And I'll be start going out with you again.
Really.
- Yeah.
Oh, that's what I like about you.
Just right to the point.
Yeah.
It's good.
Uh I would, um I would, uh, like to be, uh, a step closer to a more normal life.
You know.
Before we - you know? Yeah, well, I can help you with that.
Um, you know what? I-I've got to go.
We're getting reports every fifteen minutes from the Atlanta P.
D.
And I've been away, so I've got to get back.
Oh, yeah.
Great.
Uh I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, okay.
Bye.
- Bye.
Who's in there? Buenos noches.
Come on.
Here, doggy doggy.
Look at you, man.
Wipe your face.
Thank you.
After you.
- Thank you.
Definitely Jack's R.
V.
His home away from home.
Everything he needed to replace what was left behind at his lair.
So much for running scared.
From the odd angle on the head, I would say that it was a c-spine fracture, pretty high up.
He twisted it one way, and then he cracked it again after he was dead.
A little fillip just for laughs.
We've seen him do that before.
Could be his technique of choice when he's taken for surprise.
Thank god for the dog's barking.
We might not have found him for days if the neighbors hadn't called the cops.
I'll see you guys later, all right? All right, thanks.
- Thanks, Grace.
Ok, so we have disguises.
We've got the clothing.
We've got the food.
We have a veritable fall out shelter.
Bailey, come take a look at this.
More self-worship? No, actually, there doesn't seem to be a thing about Jack in here.
Jeffrey Dahmer, Son of Sam.
Most of them keep scrapbooks, about their own crimes.
And he wouldn't be studying other's techniques.
I mean, he prides himself on his originality.
But it can't be about others.
It's got to be about him.
Uh, Bailey? We've given it a once-over.
No electronics, no propane, a few inches of water in the tank.
He wasn't planning on being here long.
Thanks.
He could have ten of these RVs.
Well, he's finished with this one.
We knew Senator Fitzgerald and Sergei Mardigian were connected.
You were right, Bailey.
It was the money.
We started with the piano, which he did pay for in cash.
We traced the cash back to the bank in Lawrenceburg.
The Federal Reserve hadn't picked up for the week, so the money was still in the vault.
Sequential serial numbers, which we traced to the National Bank of Chicago.
Where we learned that Mardigian had been getting paid in cash for years by an off-shore holding company by the name of Dickens-Benedict Ventures.
Which, after about, like, fifteen cutouts in six countries, turns out to be a subsidiary of Vanderhorn, inc.
Suffice it to say, Senator Andrew Fitzgerald's proud mama was the family Grande Dame, Claire Lane Vanderhorn.
Okay.
This connects the two murders.
Now all we need to do is find out why Mardigian was being paid by Fitzgerald's Family.
Good.
Nice work.
This is the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
It went right through the stomach, perforated the small intestine.
What a way to die, huh? Then there's a twist on the money.
The shotgun slugs were custom-made from silver dollars.
They were heated and beat into shape.
Now, why would someone melt down money to make silver bullets, huh? Lone ranger complex, maybe? I don't know.
It's as if they're punishing people for the way they use money.
You think it's a political statement? It's a class war? No, the killers were a connoisseurs of wine.
They have experience tying sailing knots.
Did you date the photos of the kids at the Mardigian's house? Mm-hmm.
Judging from the proofs, I'd say it's about fifteen years old.
Which would make them in their early twenties.
Ok, so we know that Vanderhorn was paying Mardigian - and we know that it's all connected somehow.
Is that it? Well, in between working on the coin killers, I have some very interesting evidence from Jack's lair.
Here we have Dr.
Dexter Nelson's driver's license.
And here we have a necklace that belonged to Maude Martin, nicely women into the rug.
And here - ever hear of a glass eye? Well, I did a little surgery.
Take a hint.
That's not glass.
It's expensive.
- Mm-hmm.
But there was no report of a diamond like this missing from any of Jack's victims.
Yeah, well, this isn't going to be hard to find.
I mean, check it out.
Take a look at the girdle of the stone.
I've got a registration number.
I can find out the name.
Let's just hope it's still the original owner.
Great.
Thanks, Grace.
- Ok? - Yeah.
Yeah, all right.
Sam.
Hi.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
It's so funny seeing you here.
I'm so used to talking to you on the phone now.
I know.
It's weird.
I'm here, just a coffee break away, at least for the time being.
You want to have dinner tonight? I heard about this new Italian place: Il-il-il something.
It's got a big open oven.
They got the fire in there.
They stick the big wooden spoon in there to cook the stuff.
We could do the Thai place.
You know, uh, why don't you come to my place? You can meet Chloe.
It-it'd be fun.
Thought you'd never ask.
Ok, say, uh, 8:00? - 8:00.
Right.
Good.
Thanks for the coffee.
Great.
It's an ant farm.
Mom, look! Yes, it's an ant farm.
Great.
But where are the ants? Uh, resting.
They're working, actually.
They're hard-working ants and I'm going to bring them over next time.
I can't wait.
Yeah, I can't wait, either.
Know what time it is? It's time for you to go to bed.
Then can Coop tell me a story? I'd love to, but only if you promise to tell me a story, too, 'cause your mom tells me that you are a great storyteller.
Thank you.
I know lots of stories.
That's what I heard.
Ok, why don't we go get you tucked in first, shall we? Okay.
Okay.
There we go.
Tonight was the most funnest night I've ever had in my whole life! In your whole life? For a long time, anyway.
Could Coop stay over for dinner every night? Every night? That's a lot of nights, don't you think? Ok, every other night? Every other night.
Up with the arms.
An ant farm.
There's more to this than I realized .
They keep aphids.
The ants keep aphids.
They milk them like cows.
They do! It's amazing.
Chloe really likes you.
I like her, too, a lot.
How did you know she likes to tell stories? Did I tell you that? You know, I'm not sure.
I think you might've but I could've dreamed it.
I've been dreaming lot lately.
So, uh Yes, uh I think this is the part where we kiss and make out and stuff.
Mom, Coop, I'm ready for my story! Okay.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the lord, who made heaven and hearth.
He will not- The latest in minicam technology.
How do I look? I'm not sure it's your best side.
Ok, that should be it .
Sometimes you just gotta, like, tweak it a little bit.
High-priced technology.
So I'm cool? - Yeah.
- I'm gone.
Just tell me where I should point my buttons.
Play the right side.
Sam and Bailey are working the left.
Good.
Just call me the "Coop Cam".
Coop, your video signal is breaking up.
Try tapping it again.
Ok, got it.
Good picture.
At 3:00, Senator John Upland and his lovely wife, Betsy.
Oh, look at him try to emote.
Upland hated Fitzgerald.
He's the one who got that ethics thing going in the first place .
That dapper gentleman in the background is Micky Bambino of the organized crime family.
Very touching of him to show up.
Panning the V.
I.
P.
s.
All the usual suspects.
Wait.
Go back to the guy with the gloves.
We got I.
D.
S on the front row? It's Fitzgerald's brother busted for insider trading last year.
His ex-wife Babs, who already signed a book deal.
And there's the baby sister Monica Hendricks.
On here on a weekend pass from the detox center.
They travel with their lawyer, Bernard Ravanski.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Lifestyles of the rich and dysfunctional.
Here comes the grand finale.
Receiving the flag for the family, Charles Vanderhorn.
Fitzgerald's uncle.
The last tycoon.
After world war II, Byron Vanderhorn divided his estate among 6 grandchildren.
Charles' cousins weren't as wise with theirs.
There's Charles Jr.
Sonny.
Even with 5 tutors and a payoff, he couldn't finish college.
There's no love lost between sonny and his father.
You can't blame the old man.
Sonny put half his inheritance up his nose.
The other half he left in gambling parlors around the world.
That's why he needs a full-time contingent of bodyguards.
Looks like Vanderhorn's getting ready to split.
I'll have a printout on all these characters when we get back to the VCTF.
There's a fun way to spend the evening.
Fire.
Aim fire.
Fire.
Present ho.
All right.
We got pictures of everybody.
Not much of a turnout.
Not for a senator.
No one's mourning him.
Well, with an ethics investigation, you shed friends like fleas.
Take a look at Vanderhorn.
He looks a little cagey.
You think Uncle Charlie's dirty, too? Well, maybe he can tell us who killed his nephew.
Well, obviously, I was shocked, the way they brutally and sadistically murdered my nephew.
I'm not sure I understand the meaning of it.
Do you know if he received any threats? No, I wouldn't know that.
He was a politician.
He had many friends, and I assume, enemies as well.
What about Mickey Bambino, head of an organized crime family? He was at the funeral.
My nephew was not a very discriminating man, and I'm afraid it cost him.
But I think it's important to keep Senator Fitzgerald's life in perspective.
He was a public servant all his life, and he did a lot of good.
A lot of good.
But, he was a flawed man, like all of us.
How about your son? It's known that he would visit Las Vegas with Mr.
Bambino.
Huh.
My son is a grown man.
I no longer keep track of his comings and goings.
When was the last time you saw Senator Fitzgerald? It was at a Board of Directors' meeting for Youth Rights Foundation.
Uh, last month.
You founded that Organization, didn't you? Yes.
I am proud of that.
Mr.
Vanderhorn four days ago, a man in Kentucky named Sergei Mardigian was killed almost the same way the senator was.
Really.
Did you know him? The name's not familiar.
One of your companies has been paying him for the past 19 years.
That's very possible .
See, I have thousands of employees, and I don't know them all by name.
Well, we do.
Well, now if you'll excuse me Of course.
We'll be in touch.
Yes.
One of your grandchildren? I have no grandchildren.
Is there anything else? No, no.
No, thank you.
Goodbye.
He's a better businessman than he is a liar.
Interesting, though, that he does seem to be trying to do some good in the world.
Maybe he should've spent more time with his own kid.
He knows the killers.
What makes you say that? That drawing of the sailboat on his wall.
It was dated 1983.
And each one of the sails had a different symbol on it, as if it was drawn by a different child.
Killer used sailing knots.
John, get someone on Vanderhorn.
In fact, let's get an electronic surveillance warrant on him.
Malone.
Thanks.
Got a name from gemstone registration on the diamond we found at Jack's place.
Belonged to a woman named Willa Sutter.
Yo, cap.
I'm sorry, man, but the FAA has got us filling out these things now.
No problem.
Fuel status? Full.
Uh, she takes four to five hours to fuel.
GPS? Wouldn't fly without one, you know what I mean? Can I get a signature? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to alter your flight plan, Captain.
Let's go.
Okay, we've got a possible on Jack.
The FAA just flagged a private plane missing from a small strip in South Atlanta.
Bradford field.
Missing? What do you mean, it crashed? They don't know.
It's a Lear jet with extended range.
You know if Jack can fly an airplane? That certainly explains how he traveled all over the country.
Or out of it.
That airplane has a radio transponder which automatically paints its I.
D.
on a flight control radar.
It either went into the drink, or below the radar - fifty feet.
And it's headed south to the Caribbean or Central America.
Well, we got FBI offices in Kingston, Acapulco, Costa Rica I already made the call.
Yeah.
Sam? Yeah? The diamond that was found in Jack's lair belonged to this woman, Willa Sutter.
What happened to her? She was nearly beaten to death by her lover who was the serial killer Austin Keller.
Dr.
Keller from Savannah? Mm-hmm.
Sutter was Keller's girlfriend till he put her in a coma in 1988.
Three years later, she came out of it.
She started to recover, and then she just walked right out of the hospital.
Jack's medical diploma came from Savannah Medical College in 1970-something.
And Keller graduated from there in '79.
Where's Keller's picture? It's right here.
SAM: This could be Jack.
Well, yeah, it's really similar, but we only have a sketch.
While they look for the plane, why don't you and I take a trip down to Savannah, see how this is connected? One way it could connect is if Dr.
Keller has been living in Atlanta under the name Carruthers, the man we know as Jack.
I mean, that would explain Jack's scrapbook.
He has been collecting clippings about himself.
You think Jack is Keller? Keller's supposed to have killed himself in '88.
Yeah, I know, I - does it say where? Costa Rica.
Ok, we got the warrant for Vanderhorn's office.
Good.
Coop, you've disarmed enough bombs, think of this as a ton of TNT.
We won't get caught.
Well, I hope not.
Vanderhorn has served under six administrations.
This one has connections all the way up to Pennsylvania Avenue.
One call, we shut down.
I want a full-proof plan.
Okay, I'll give you one.
He said 'full-proof'.
Is this thing working? Yep.
Unlike some FBI guys I know who are sitting on their cans.
Down I go.
Past Home Furnishings .
Ladies Sports Wear, very tasteful, approaching the Men's Department We've got a problem.
There's a rent-a-cop on the balcony.
You guys hear me? Yeah.
We're just here sitting.
Want me to call one of those guys at the ATF to come and bail you out? Hang on.
John's coming to bail you out.
It would be helpful.
Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Let me in! Hey! He-e-e-ey! Disturbance at the main gate.
I'm going to check it out right now.
Hey, buddy, come on.
Come here.
What is it? - Come here.
I'm in.
Make it quick.
Our luck, they'll call the cops on John.
Blow this whole thing.
What do you want? Hey! Hey! Ho-o-old on, Bobby! Hey, the building's closed, sir! Oh, so you're the one, eh? What? You saw me talking with that joker from the bar next door, huh? Let's try this one.
Hurry up.
John's not going to last long with these guys.
Okay, just give me a second.
Okay, it's set.
Got anything? Dark as night.
Forget it, Coop.
Just get out of there.
Okay, let's get out of here.
- Hey, guys! - Let's go.
Let's go.
Bingo.
- I'm out of here.
Beat it.
If I find out that she was here, I'll be back.
You're nuts, man.
How'd he kill eleven of your patients and nobody caught on? He was a resident surgeon, he had our trust, how could we know? And you knew Willa Stella? Of course I knew Willa.
She was one of my nurses.
I had hoped she would fully recover.
When he beat her, there was just too much brain damage.
After she disappeared, we raised a reward, printed posters, we went to all the little towns in the area - asked if they'd seen her.
No one has seen her since 1991.
Did you see Dr.
Keller after that? Keller shot himself nine years ago.
He's buried somewhere in Central America.
Thank you very much for your time.
You always name your bones? Tradition.
Skeletons always get nicknames.
"Savannah Suzie.
" It's cute.
How long has this been here? - I don't know.
Why? Six matches on the fractured pattern from her beating.
No question.
It's Willa Sutter.
Think about it.
Kills her strips off her flesh and hangs her right under everyone's nose.
Sam, all Jack's victims had something to do with your past.
You sure you didn't know her? No.
I've done several background checks.
Her name didn't show up.
So Keller came back to finish her off? It's the same man, Bailey.
Keller fakes his own death and comes back as Jack.
Show time! Just fired up the video in Vanderhorn's office.
So much for the rarefied pleasures of the rich and famous.
He's watching tv.
We'll exhume the remains in Costa Rica to be sure.
I can enlarge the tv screen, but we'll loose some detail.
Looks like home movie time.
Those are the same kids Mardigian had pictures of.
I heard him say, "Your father is watching.
" They must be his children.
Who would their mother be? It's got to be more than one.
They're all so close in age.
I'll bet Mardigian was their tutor.
Yes? Paul called about an hour ago.
I didn't want to disturb you.
Get him back right now! He didn't want her to hear the video.
Where the hell are they? No, I don't have till tomorrow.
They're not going to do this thing again.
Now find them! He's scared.
George, let's find out who Vanderhorn was talking to.
His building has 200 lines.
There's not enough channels in the equipment to bring them all in live, so they're being taped, but I'll have it to you as soon as I can.
Ok.
Hey, Sam? I got the ants.
There's about ten dozen of them in here.
I thought I'd stop by later and give them to Chloe.
Oh, no, no.
Tonight's not a good night.
I just-I have a lot of work.
Oh.
Ok.
Uh, well, you wanna give them to her? You could, uh no, let me hold on to them.
They'll keep.
I'm sure.
Ok.
Say hello to your late remains of Austin Keller.
Extradited from Costa Rica last night.
I got his dental charts from Savannah, but I don't need them.
I would say that he's a Mayan local, he died of a broken neck, and the good doctor faked his death.
Obviously a big payoff to the local police - to keep them quiet.
Keller dies, Jack's born.
Staying late? Yeah, well, I might as well.
I'm just gonna end up taking it all home with me anyway.
Well, it must be pretty tricky now that Coop's back in Atlanta, huh? You can go ahead and ask me, Grace.
Ask you what, Sam? - How are things going with Coop? How are things going with Coop? I don't know.
Oh, that cleared that up.
I'm so glad that I asked.
What's this? Chloe's latest? Coop gave her an ant farm, so she drew a happy ant family, and he suggested that she name them.
- You don't name ants.
Apparently Coop does.
Well, she named the cutest ant Coop.
I know.
She really likes him.
Does that worry you? - No.
It's just, uh she lost her father, you know, and I don't want to bring another man into her life just to have him disappear somewhere down the line.
He doesn't seem like the disappearing kind.
No, he doesn't.
You know what I think? What? I think you've got to follow your heart.
And on that note, I say good night.
What in the Used to be a speak-easy when New Orleans was a bit younger.
The shooters got here around 5:30 a.
m.
when the bar closed.
Any descriptions? Just a couple of street people.
Three white males.
They walked calmly out to their cadillac, dropped their weapons in the trunk and drove away, no one got the tags.
The were using some kind of an assault shot-gun.
It's called a "street sweeper.
" Same kind of weapon used at the Fitzgerald crime scene.
Even the bartender was killed.
I'm glad it's your case.
I hear Sonny Vanderhorn was mobbed up.
Yeah, but we're pretty sure it wasn't a mob hit.
Uh, would it be possible for me to see her face? That blonde.
You finished with forensics, all right.
Go ahead and move her.
Yeah.
She's one of the killers.
It's always been three men and a woman.
Over here, we have Jane Doe of the coin killers.
We have a missing persons out on her on fifty states, but there are no hits.
Her fingerprints turned up at all three crime scenes.
If she's Charles Vanderhorn's daughter, there's no record she was ever born.
Early twenties.
A virgin, interestingly enough.
And speaking of teeth, she has some of the healthiest I've ever seen.
Dead or alive.
No sex, no sugar.
Where's she from, Mars? Well, maybe not Mars, but definitely money.
Her clothes are all European imports.
The labels have been cut out so we can't trace her I.
D.
I ran the serial number on her shotgun.
According to this, that piece was never made.
atf, we generally see guns like that from big arms dealers who made dirty deals with the factory.
They just left her.
And they walked to their car.
They didn't run, they walked.
So much for growing up together.
That's damn cold.
All right, so they killed their tutor, their half-brother, and their cousin.
Maybe they're trying to purge the Vanderhorn family of corruption.
Well, that's what it's starting to look like and Charles Vanderhorn is right in the middle of it.
I'm gonna lay on a chopper to D.
C.
It's time he let us in on it.
We found Jack's Lear jet.
The plane was abandoned on a grass strip on a hillside above the city of Jaco.
The pilot was inside.
He used the plane's radio to call for help, but he died before they got to him.
Pilot was sliced open.
Eviscerated.
We've got agents in Panama City headed over to canvass.
We faxed over the sketch and Keller's photo.
We should be there.
We'll find him.
It's a small country.
Not an easy place for him to hide now that we know he's there.
Bailey, what is it? Coin killers just hit again.
They shot up a seven-block stretch of Bourbon Street and left eight people in pieces.
Total strangers.
They never left New Orleans.
They just killed them at random? They were tourists.
We thought we knew what was happening, but we're wrong.
We don't have the slightest idea.
New Orleans P.
D.
signed out the bourbon street bodies.
They're en route to Grace for autopsy.
We're overstaffed here with pathologists at a hundred fifty percent.
Sam, you might need to call home.
We need to be in the air in an hour to have another chat with Vanderhorn.
Now the coin killers' victims total fourteen people to date.
The only thing is that we don't know where Vanderhorn is right now.
Okay, take a look at the latest surveillance video from Vanderhorn's office.
This was taken with of the bourbon street massacre.
He's getting very frustrated.
Isn't there any sound? No, it's a security countermeasure that the bureau's unfamiliar with.
And that's all she wrote.
Vanderhorn subsequently hopped into a waiting car and lost our tail.
Now, the car surfaced at Dulles International, but Vanderhorn has disappeared.
What do you mean "disappeared"? I mean, like, "gone - without a trace".
His jet is still sitting there on the runway, but there's no record of him boarding any commercial flights.
How can someone fly without leaving a trace? I can tell you.
But then I'd have to kill you.
Ok, let's review what we know.
We've got three subjects from a group of four who are believed to be the children of Charles Vanderhorn.
"Believed" is right.
Their fingerprints aren't on file, there's no birth records of them, no school records, no passports, or social security cards.
On paper, the coin killers don't exist.
Yet they do exist and judging from the dead female, they're about twenty-two years-old.
Did we ever find out who vanderhorn was on the phone with when he was watching that video of the killers as kids? Yeah, um, I think it was his lawyer, Dean Hamilton.
I'm still working on it.
Well, by all means take your time.
I'm moving mountains.
Nobody can tell.
Vanderhorn Enterprises uses its own phone exchange with protected numbers.
They're encrypted.
Well, get through it, around it, something.
In the meantime, let's get a picture of Vanderhorn and the coin killers on the wire.
Uh, now, Bailey, you could do that, but Vanderhorn has the wherewithal to stay invisible for years.
A better move might be to put our heads together and come up with some kind of sting, see if we can't get his kids and him to come to us.
Thank you, Coop.
People that disappear, phantom records.
My CIA alarm is going off.
This could get messy if we're playing in the CIA's sandbox .
If covert ops are involved, they'll deny it, no matter what.
Yes! I'm patching in surveillance photos from Sobrejo, Costa Rica.
Austin Keller, aka Jack, is in this compound.
We got agents on-site, staking it out, and extradition is approved with the Costa Rican civil guard assisting.
Let's get the jet prepped and ready in an hour.
Nathan, take charge here.
Find Vanderhorn.
Coop, come with us.
K.
A.
NOBLESSE OBLIGE) TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD I feel like I'm at a wake.
Unfortunately, Jack is still very much alive.
All right, we've thrown a dragnet over the city.
This is what he looked like while he was working at the convent.
Atlanta P.
D.
'S circulating it, checking all photo I.
D.
At airports, car rentals, bus stations.
You name it.
NATHAN: We figured after he doused the room with acid, Jack used the convent's ventilation system, crawled out through a manhole three blocks away.
We'll get him.
It's the closest we got to the troll.
How far can he get? We've found over nine thousand dollars of his money and we've got his keys.
Doesn't matter.
He's probably got an emergency stash of cash and I.
D.
s someplace.
If he gets to it, he's gone.
Yeah, but this is the piece de resistance.
His medical diploma.
With this we might actually find out who he really is.
We're already after the Savannah College of Medicine for a list of all their graduates from the 1970's.
Sam? I just got a call.
We've got to go to Lawrenceburg, Kentucky.
Can't you handle it alone? I'd rather stay.
You think I want to leave? I want to get Jack as much as you do, Sam, but this comes straight from Quantico.
They want us to assist the Secret Service.
We don't go, they shut us down.
We'll leave the rest of the team here.
They'll call us the second anything happens.
We'll be gone four hours, tops.
Okay, right.
Dan Ramirez, Secret Service.
Bailey Malone, Violent Crimes Task Force.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
Sam Waters, our Profiler.
We've heard a lot about you.
I guess somebody in D.
C.
figured out my talents end with counterfeiting, called you guys in on this.
I'm just as glad.
AGENT: Step back, guys, FBI.
Who is he? Sergei Mardigian.
He's the owner.
He was having a piano delivered, a baby grand worth over $50,000.
His staff was off for the weekend, so the piano movers came out here to look for him.
I'm guessing there's ten thousand silver dollars.
I was figuring out - it has to weigh more than a thousand pounds.
It's an unusually cruel way to die.
Reminds me of pressing, which was a medieval form of torture.
Killers wanted to insure that he had emotional as well as physical pain.
Looks like they made a hell of a party out of it.
This stuff's worth a hundred bucks a pop.
Okay.
Need to take a look at the house.
Yeah, I can take you up there.
Hey, I was glad to see on the news last night you guys finally nailed that sick twist Jack.
Congratulations.
A little premature for that.
All we know for sure is we found where Jack was living.
We don't have him yet.
Sergei Mardigian - born: Worked for the state department as a translator from '62 till '68.
Multilingual.
Employed by the Swedish Royal Family for six months in 1973 as a tutor, then fired for being too autocratic.
And after '73? Nothing.
No taxes filed.
I couldn't even find a checking account.
He bought that house in '87 for cash.
SAM: He also just bought a $50,000 piano for cash.
Maybe we could trace the money to a bank.
It's probably dirty money.
How else would he earn like that? Unless he was a tutor for the Escobar Kids in Colombia.
It's certainly brutal enough to be some kind of drug deal gone bad.
It's brutal enough, but it's too sophisticated.
I mean, drug dealers don't sit around for a couple of days while their victim dies.
Educated, refined, sadistic.
They drank ten bottles of his best Bordeaux.
How do you know it took a couple of days? Oh, it's just a guess .
Killing by a pressing is intentionally slow, sort of a suffocation by degrees.
They even brought their own $10,000 murder weapon and left it.
This is about money.
He had lots of it.
He was killed with it.
We need to follow the money.
I have the ultra-violet picture of the floor around the victim, Sam.
I had it reprocessed in color.
Here we have the red prints that belonged to the secret service and us.
The computer rejected the hoof prints, and it color-coded the ones it couldn't match, which by default are the killers'.
One of the men is wheeling the coins in a wheelbarrow.
Another is walking around the body, tying the half hitch knots around his ankles and wrists, and another is kneeling down by the victim's head.
You can tell by the balls of his feet.
And they weren't shy about leaving fingerprints.
We pulled a couple hundred from the crime scene and the coins that killed Mardigian.
Those silver dollars were bought at the St.
Louis exchange using cash and a phony I.
D.
Of course it would be phony.
These people go to a lot of trouble to be anonymous.
And none of their fingerprints are even in the system.
What else do we know about Mardigian? Never married, no kids, no living relatives.
The pictures of the kids on his wall.
Who are those, friends' kids? I've got friends, they send me pictures of their kids all the time.
I don't hang them up.
What about his neighbors? I mean, doesn't anybody know this guy? No.
They said he wasn't around very much.
He's got some powerful friends in Washington.
There he is with the ambassador to China, Marlow Post.
This other guy is Senator Andrew Fitzgerald.
I have John and Nathan in D.
C.
talking to all of them.
Well, I guess with friends like that, who needs neighbors, huh? Is it friendship or thanks for the campaign contribution? Fitzgerald's had some trouble with contributions.
I found out that the Senate Ethics Committee is about to release a report on him and it looks like it could be enough to get him impeached.
That's something John and Nathan should know about.
Fitzgerald's secretary said he's been missing since this morning D.
C.
cops found the car just now.
What's the address here? "54th and Adamson.
" - Adamson? Wait.
Hold it, hold it.
That sounds familiar.
You know, Fitzgerald's Secret Real Estate in D.
C.
is a big part of his problem.
This guy's a slumlord.
It's all over the Ethics Report.
All right, here we go.
He owns a building on the 59th If he's here on business- He'll have to deal with the manager.
Not the tenants.
He's got to have an office, right? Mm-hmm.
What the hell is that? - It's coming from in there.
Somebody's not having fun.
After you.
- Be my guest.
Federal agents! Don't move! Get back! Ok? - Okay, come on.
I got your back.
John.
Nath? - Yeah? Come here.
Senator Fitzgerald.
If he was alive when you got here, he was nearly dead from the shock.
He was force-fed pennies until his stomach ruptured.
From the bruises, I would say that he had a little help with a few kicks.
They were good.
Planned ahead: Contingency escape routes, everything.
We walked right into it.
Four shooters, one was a woman.
That's what we saw.
Same knots, same sort of icy hatred.
Silver dollars for Mardigian, pennies for Fitzgerald.
Well, they both misused money .
Mardigian used it to indulge himself with everything, and Fitzgerald debased it by gouging the poor in rent.
It's ironic.
His mother's a Vanderhorn.
He was born into money.
He squandered a trust fund of $11 million.
Too many houses, too many wives.
What are you doing here? Partner, I'm working.
Same old, same old.
Hey.
How do you like D.
C.
? I wouldn't even know.
Since A.
T.
F .
transferred me up here last month, I've been in town maybe five days.
Hooked up with this new task force on global terrorism.
It's like I'm gone all the time, zooming all over the planet.
Heard about this thing with the senator.
Thought maybe I'd get over here and, uh, check it out.
Hi.
- Hi.
I called you last week.
Got your message when I got back.
I was in Riyadh on a car bombing.
I'll tell you about it later.
- Okay.
So what's your new job got to do with Fitzgerald? Fitzgerald was the chairman of the senate anti-terrorism committee.
And by most accounts, doing a good job.
Made a lot of serious enemies around the world.
We've got another victim in Kentucky.
Same M.
O.
pretty sure it's by the same people.
The narco terror boys, maybe? Terrorists are usually pretty expedient.
True.
This is a slow death for its own sake.
Doesn't seem to be a practical motive here.
They might be working off a list.
Let's just hope it's not too long.
If Andy Fitzgerald's on it, it doesn't have to be long to be bad news.
It'll be a star-studded funeral.
We should be there.
They may want to watch him be put into the ground.
Ok.
So I heard you guys have Jack on the run.
Yeah, close but no cigar.
Yeah, but he won't be on his best behavior now that he's running.
Yeah, well, that's what I'm hoping.
Are you going to stay on this case? It's pretty much my call.
ATF will want to be right in there until we're sure Fitzgerald wasn't a target of some kind of terrorism.
So I'll be flying down to Atlanta tomorrow.
And I'll be start going out with you again.
Really.
- Yeah.
Oh, that's what I like about you.
Just right to the point.
Yeah.
It's good.
Uh I would, um I would, uh, like to be, uh, a step closer to a more normal life.
You know.
Before we - you know? Yeah, well, I can help you with that.
Um, you know what? I-I've got to go.
We're getting reports every fifteen minutes from the Atlanta P.
D.
And I've been away, so I've got to get back.
Oh, yeah.
Great.
Uh I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, okay.
Bye.
- Bye.
Who's in there? Buenos noches.
Come on.
Here, doggy doggy.
Look at you, man.
Wipe your face.
Thank you.
After you.
- Thank you.
Definitely Jack's R.
V.
His home away from home.
Everything he needed to replace what was left behind at his lair.
So much for running scared.
From the odd angle on the head, I would say that it was a c-spine fracture, pretty high up.
He twisted it one way, and then he cracked it again after he was dead.
A little fillip just for laughs.
We've seen him do that before.
Could be his technique of choice when he's taken for surprise.
Thank god for the dog's barking.
We might not have found him for days if the neighbors hadn't called the cops.
I'll see you guys later, all right? All right, thanks.
- Thanks, Grace.
Ok, so we have disguises.
We've got the clothing.
We've got the food.
We have a veritable fall out shelter.
Bailey, come take a look at this.
More self-worship? No, actually, there doesn't seem to be a thing about Jack in here.
Jeffrey Dahmer, Son of Sam.
Most of them keep scrapbooks, about their own crimes.
And he wouldn't be studying other's techniques.
I mean, he prides himself on his originality.
But it can't be about others.
It's got to be about him.
Uh, Bailey? We've given it a once-over.
No electronics, no propane, a few inches of water in the tank.
He wasn't planning on being here long.
Thanks.
He could have ten of these RVs.
Well, he's finished with this one.
We knew Senator Fitzgerald and Sergei Mardigian were connected.
You were right, Bailey.
It was the money.
We started with the piano, which he did pay for in cash.
We traced the cash back to the bank in Lawrenceburg.
The Federal Reserve hadn't picked up for the week, so the money was still in the vault.
Sequential serial numbers, which we traced to the National Bank of Chicago.
Where we learned that Mardigian had been getting paid in cash for years by an off-shore holding company by the name of Dickens-Benedict Ventures.
Which, after about, like, fifteen cutouts in six countries, turns out to be a subsidiary of Vanderhorn, inc.
Suffice it to say, Senator Andrew Fitzgerald's proud mama was the family Grande Dame, Claire Lane Vanderhorn.
Okay.
This connects the two murders.
Now all we need to do is find out why Mardigian was being paid by Fitzgerald's Family.
Good.
Nice work.
This is the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
It went right through the stomach, perforated the small intestine.
What a way to die, huh? Then there's a twist on the money.
The shotgun slugs were custom-made from silver dollars.
They were heated and beat into shape.
Now, why would someone melt down money to make silver bullets, huh? Lone ranger complex, maybe? I don't know.
It's as if they're punishing people for the way they use money.
You think it's a political statement? It's a class war? No, the killers were a connoisseurs of wine.
They have experience tying sailing knots.
Did you date the photos of the kids at the Mardigian's house? Mm-hmm.
Judging from the proofs, I'd say it's about fifteen years old.
Which would make them in their early twenties.
Ok, so we know that Vanderhorn was paying Mardigian - and we know that it's all connected somehow.
Is that it? Well, in between working on the coin killers, I have some very interesting evidence from Jack's lair.
Here we have Dr.
Dexter Nelson's driver's license.
And here we have a necklace that belonged to Maude Martin, nicely women into the rug.
And here - ever hear of a glass eye? Well, I did a little surgery.
Take a hint.
That's not glass.
It's expensive.
- Mm-hmm.
But there was no report of a diamond like this missing from any of Jack's victims.
Yeah, well, this isn't going to be hard to find.
I mean, check it out.
Take a look at the girdle of the stone.
I've got a registration number.
I can find out the name.
Let's just hope it's still the original owner.
Great.
Thanks, Grace.
- Ok? - Yeah.
Yeah, all right.
Sam.
Hi.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
It's so funny seeing you here.
I'm so used to talking to you on the phone now.
I know.
It's weird.
I'm here, just a coffee break away, at least for the time being.
You want to have dinner tonight? I heard about this new Italian place: Il-il-il something.
It's got a big open oven.
They got the fire in there.
They stick the big wooden spoon in there to cook the stuff.
We could do the Thai place.
You know, uh, why don't you come to my place? You can meet Chloe.
It-it'd be fun.
Thought you'd never ask.
Ok, say, uh, 8:00? - 8:00.
Right.
Good.
Thanks for the coffee.
Great.
It's an ant farm.
Mom, look! Yes, it's an ant farm.
Great.
But where are the ants? Uh, resting.
They're working, actually.
They're hard-working ants and I'm going to bring them over next time.
I can't wait.
Yeah, I can't wait, either.
Know what time it is? It's time for you to go to bed.
Then can Coop tell me a story? I'd love to, but only if you promise to tell me a story, too, 'cause your mom tells me that you are a great storyteller.
Thank you.
I know lots of stories.
That's what I heard.
Ok, why don't we go get you tucked in first, shall we? Okay.
Okay.
There we go.
Tonight was the most funnest night I've ever had in my whole life! In your whole life? For a long time, anyway.
Could Coop stay over for dinner every night? Every night? That's a lot of nights, don't you think? Ok, every other night? Every other night.
Up with the arms.
An ant farm.
There's more to this than I realized .
They keep aphids.
The ants keep aphids.
They milk them like cows.
They do! It's amazing.
Chloe really likes you.
I like her, too, a lot.
How did you know she likes to tell stories? Did I tell you that? You know, I'm not sure.
I think you might've but I could've dreamed it.
I've been dreaming lot lately.
So, uh Yes, uh I think this is the part where we kiss and make out and stuff.
Mom, Coop, I'm ready for my story! Okay.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the lord, who made heaven and hearth.
He will not- The latest in minicam technology.
How do I look? I'm not sure it's your best side.
Ok, that should be it .
Sometimes you just gotta, like, tweak it a little bit.
High-priced technology.
So I'm cool? - Yeah.
- I'm gone.
Just tell me where I should point my buttons.
Play the right side.
Sam and Bailey are working the left.
Good.
Just call me the "Coop Cam".
Coop, your video signal is breaking up.
Try tapping it again.
Ok, got it.
Good picture.
At 3:00, Senator John Upland and his lovely wife, Betsy.
Oh, look at him try to emote.
Upland hated Fitzgerald.
He's the one who got that ethics thing going in the first place .
That dapper gentleman in the background is Micky Bambino of the organized crime family.
Very touching of him to show up.
Panning the V.
I.
P.
s.
All the usual suspects.
Wait.
Go back to the guy with the gloves.
We got I.
D.
S on the front row? It's Fitzgerald's brother busted for insider trading last year.
His ex-wife Babs, who already signed a book deal.
And there's the baby sister Monica Hendricks.
On here on a weekend pass from the detox center.
They travel with their lawyer, Bernard Ravanski.
Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Lifestyles of the rich and dysfunctional.
Here comes the grand finale.
Receiving the flag for the family, Charles Vanderhorn.
Fitzgerald's uncle.
The last tycoon.
After world war II, Byron Vanderhorn divided his estate among 6 grandchildren.
Charles' cousins weren't as wise with theirs.
There's Charles Jr.
Sonny.
Even with 5 tutors and a payoff, he couldn't finish college.
There's no love lost between sonny and his father.
You can't blame the old man.
Sonny put half his inheritance up his nose.
The other half he left in gambling parlors around the world.
That's why he needs a full-time contingent of bodyguards.
Looks like Vanderhorn's getting ready to split.
I'll have a printout on all these characters when we get back to the VCTF.
There's a fun way to spend the evening.
Fire.
Aim fire.
Fire.
Present ho.
All right.
We got pictures of everybody.
Not much of a turnout.
Not for a senator.
No one's mourning him.
Well, with an ethics investigation, you shed friends like fleas.
Take a look at Vanderhorn.
He looks a little cagey.
You think Uncle Charlie's dirty, too? Well, maybe he can tell us who killed his nephew.
Well, obviously, I was shocked, the way they brutally and sadistically murdered my nephew.
I'm not sure I understand the meaning of it.
Do you know if he received any threats? No, I wouldn't know that.
He was a politician.
He had many friends, and I assume, enemies as well.
What about Mickey Bambino, head of an organized crime family? He was at the funeral.
My nephew was not a very discriminating man, and I'm afraid it cost him.
But I think it's important to keep Senator Fitzgerald's life in perspective.
He was a public servant all his life, and he did a lot of good.
A lot of good.
But, he was a flawed man, like all of us.
How about your son? It's known that he would visit Las Vegas with Mr.
Bambino.
Huh.
My son is a grown man.
I no longer keep track of his comings and goings.
When was the last time you saw Senator Fitzgerald? It was at a Board of Directors' meeting for Youth Rights Foundation.
Uh, last month.
You founded that Organization, didn't you? Yes.
I am proud of that.
Mr.
Vanderhorn four days ago, a man in Kentucky named Sergei Mardigian was killed almost the same way the senator was.
Really.
Did you know him? The name's not familiar.
One of your companies has been paying him for the past 19 years.
That's very possible .
See, I have thousands of employees, and I don't know them all by name.
Well, we do.
Well, now if you'll excuse me Of course.
We'll be in touch.
Yes.
One of your grandchildren? I have no grandchildren.
Is there anything else? No, no.
No, thank you.
Goodbye.
He's a better businessman than he is a liar.
Interesting, though, that he does seem to be trying to do some good in the world.
Maybe he should've spent more time with his own kid.
He knows the killers.
What makes you say that? That drawing of the sailboat on his wall.
It was dated 1983.
And each one of the sails had a different symbol on it, as if it was drawn by a different child.
Killer used sailing knots.
John, get someone on Vanderhorn.
In fact, let's get an electronic surveillance warrant on him.
Malone.
Thanks.
Got a name from gemstone registration on the diamond we found at Jack's place.
Belonged to a woman named Willa Sutter.
Yo, cap.
I'm sorry, man, but the FAA has got us filling out these things now.
No problem.
Fuel status? Full.
Uh, she takes four to five hours to fuel.
GPS? Wouldn't fly without one, you know what I mean? Can I get a signature? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to alter your flight plan, Captain.
Let's go.
Okay, we've got a possible on Jack.
The FAA just flagged a private plane missing from a small strip in South Atlanta.
Bradford field.
Missing? What do you mean, it crashed? They don't know.
It's a Lear jet with extended range.
You know if Jack can fly an airplane? That certainly explains how he traveled all over the country.
Or out of it.
That airplane has a radio transponder which automatically paints its I.
D.
on a flight control radar.
It either went into the drink, or below the radar - fifty feet.
And it's headed south to the Caribbean or Central America.
Well, we got FBI offices in Kingston, Acapulco, Costa Rica I already made the call.
Yeah.
Sam? Yeah? The diamond that was found in Jack's lair belonged to this woman, Willa Sutter.
What happened to her? She was nearly beaten to death by her lover who was the serial killer Austin Keller.
Dr.
Keller from Savannah? Mm-hmm.
Sutter was Keller's girlfriend till he put her in a coma in 1988.
Three years later, she came out of it.
She started to recover, and then she just walked right out of the hospital.
Jack's medical diploma came from Savannah Medical College in 1970-something.
And Keller graduated from there in '79.
Where's Keller's picture? It's right here.
SAM: This could be Jack.
Well, yeah, it's really similar, but we only have a sketch.
While they look for the plane, why don't you and I take a trip down to Savannah, see how this is connected? One way it could connect is if Dr.
Keller has been living in Atlanta under the name Carruthers, the man we know as Jack.
I mean, that would explain Jack's scrapbook.
He has been collecting clippings about himself.
You think Jack is Keller? Keller's supposed to have killed himself in '88.
Yeah, I know, I - does it say where? Costa Rica.
Ok, we got the warrant for Vanderhorn's office.
Good.
Coop, you've disarmed enough bombs, think of this as a ton of TNT.
We won't get caught.
Well, I hope not.
Vanderhorn has served under six administrations.
This one has connections all the way up to Pennsylvania Avenue.
One call, we shut down.
I want a full-proof plan.
Okay, I'll give you one.
He said 'full-proof'.
Is this thing working? Yep.
Unlike some FBI guys I know who are sitting on their cans.
Down I go.
Past Home Furnishings .
Ladies Sports Wear, very tasteful, approaching the Men's Department We've got a problem.
There's a rent-a-cop on the balcony.
You guys hear me? Yeah.
We're just here sitting.
Want me to call one of those guys at the ATF to come and bail you out? Hang on.
John's coming to bail you out.
It would be helpful.
Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Let me in! Hey! He-e-e-ey! Disturbance at the main gate.
I'm going to check it out right now.
Hey, buddy, come on.
Come here.
What is it? - Come here.
I'm in.
Make it quick.
Our luck, they'll call the cops on John.
Blow this whole thing.
What do you want? Hey! Hey! Ho-o-old on, Bobby! Hey, the building's closed, sir! Oh, so you're the one, eh? What? You saw me talking with that joker from the bar next door, huh? Let's try this one.
Hurry up.
John's not going to last long with these guys.
Okay, just give me a second.
Okay, it's set.
Got anything? Dark as night.
Forget it, Coop.
Just get out of there.
Okay, let's get out of here.
- Hey, guys! - Let's go.
Let's go.
Bingo.
- I'm out of here.
Beat it.
If I find out that she was here, I'll be back.
You're nuts, man.
How'd he kill eleven of your patients and nobody caught on? He was a resident surgeon, he had our trust, how could we know? And you knew Willa Stella? Of course I knew Willa.
She was one of my nurses.
I had hoped she would fully recover.
When he beat her, there was just too much brain damage.
After she disappeared, we raised a reward, printed posters, we went to all the little towns in the area - asked if they'd seen her.
No one has seen her since 1991.
Did you see Dr.
Keller after that? Keller shot himself nine years ago.
He's buried somewhere in Central America.
Thank you very much for your time.
You always name your bones? Tradition.
Skeletons always get nicknames.
"Savannah Suzie.
" It's cute.
How long has this been here? - I don't know.
Why? Six matches on the fractured pattern from her beating.
No question.
It's Willa Sutter.
Think about it.
Kills her strips off her flesh and hangs her right under everyone's nose.
Sam, all Jack's victims had something to do with your past.
You sure you didn't know her? No.
I've done several background checks.
Her name didn't show up.
So Keller came back to finish her off? It's the same man, Bailey.
Keller fakes his own death and comes back as Jack.
Show time! Just fired up the video in Vanderhorn's office.
So much for the rarefied pleasures of the rich and famous.
He's watching tv.
We'll exhume the remains in Costa Rica to be sure.
I can enlarge the tv screen, but we'll loose some detail.
Looks like home movie time.
Those are the same kids Mardigian had pictures of.
I heard him say, "Your father is watching.
" They must be his children.
Who would their mother be? It's got to be more than one.
They're all so close in age.
I'll bet Mardigian was their tutor.
Yes? Paul called about an hour ago.
I didn't want to disturb you.
Get him back right now! He didn't want her to hear the video.
Where the hell are they? No, I don't have till tomorrow.
They're not going to do this thing again.
Now find them! He's scared.
George, let's find out who Vanderhorn was talking to.
His building has 200 lines.
There's not enough channels in the equipment to bring them all in live, so they're being taped, but I'll have it to you as soon as I can.
Ok.
Hey, Sam? I got the ants.
There's about ten dozen of them in here.
I thought I'd stop by later and give them to Chloe.
Oh, no, no.
Tonight's not a good night.
I just-I have a lot of work.
Oh.
Ok.
Uh, well, you wanna give them to her? You could, uh no, let me hold on to them.
They'll keep.
I'm sure.
Ok.
Say hello to your late remains of Austin Keller.
Extradited from Costa Rica last night.
I got his dental charts from Savannah, but I don't need them.
I would say that he's a Mayan local, he died of a broken neck, and the good doctor faked his death.
Obviously a big payoff to the local police - to keep them quiet.
Keller dies, Jack's born.
Staying late? Yeah, well, I might as well.
I'm just gonna end up taking it all home with me anyway.
Well, it must be pretty tricky now that Coop's back in Atlanta, huh? You can go ahead and ask me, Grace.
Ask you what, Sam? - How are things going with Coop? How are things going with Coop? I don't know.
Oh, that cleared that up.
I'm so glad that I asked.
What's this? Chloe's latest? Coop gave her an ant farm, so she drew a happy ant family, and he suggested that she name them.
- You don't name ants.
Apparently Coop does.
Well, she named the cutest ant Coop.
I know.
She really likes him.
Does that worry you? - No.
It's just, uh she lost her father, you know, and I don't want to bring another man into her life just to have him disappear somewhere down the line.
He doesn't seem like the disappearing kind.
No, he doesn't.
You know what I think? What? I think you've got to follow your heart.
And on that note, I say good night.
What in the Used to be a speak-easy when New Orleans was a bit younger.
The shooters got here around 5:30 a.
m.
when the bar closed.
Any descriptions? Just a couple of street people.
Three white males.
They walked calmly out to their cadillac, dropped their weapons in the trunk and drove away, no one got the tags.
The were using some kind of an assault shot-gun.
It's called a "street sweeper.
" Same kind of weapon used at the Fitzgerald crime scene.
Even the bartender was killed.
I'm glad it's your case.
I hear Sonny Vanderhorn was mobbed up.
Yeah, but we're pretty sure it wasn't a mob hit.
Uh, would it be possible for me to see her face? That blonde.
You finished with forensics, all right.
Go ahead and move her.
Yeah.
She's one of the killers.
It's always been three men and a woman.
Over here, we have Jane Doe of the coin killers.
We have a missing persons out on her on fifty states, but there are no hits.
Her fingerprints turned up at all three crime scenes.
If she's Charles Vanderhorn's daughter, there's no record she was ever born.
Early twenties.
A virgin, interestingly enough.
And speaking of teeth, she has some of the healthiest I've ever seen.
Dead or alive.
No sex, no sugar.
Where's she from, Mars? Well, maybe not Mars, but definitely money.
Her clothes are all European imports.
The labels have been cut out so we can't trace her I.
D.
I ran the serial number on her shotgun.
According to this, that piece was never made.
atf, we generally see guns like that from big arms dealers who made dirty deals with the factory.
They just left her.
And they walked to their car.
They didn't run, they walked.
So much for growing up together.
That's damn cold.
All right, so they killed their tutor, their half-brother, and their cousin.
Maybe they're trying to purge the Vanderhorn family of corruption.
Well, that's what it's starting to look like and Charles Vanderhorn is right in the middle of it.
I'm gonna lay on a chopper to D.
C.
It's time he let us in on it.
We found Jack's Lear jet.
The plane was abandoned on a grass strip on a hillside above the city of Jaco.
The pilot was inside.
He used the plane's radio to call for help, but he died before they got to him.
Pilot was sliced open.
Eviscerated.
We've got agents in Panama City headed over to canvass.
We faxed over the sketch and Keller's photo.
We should be there.
We'll find him.
It's a small country.
Not an easy place for him to hide now that we know he's there.
Bailey, what is it? Coin killers just hit again.
They shot up a seven-block stretch of Bourbon Street and left eight people in pieces.
Total strangers.
They never left New Orleans.
They just killed them at random? They were tourists.
We thought we knew what was happening, but we're wrong.
We don't have the slightest idea.
New Orleans P.
D.
signed out the bourbon street bodies.
They're en route to Grace for autopsy.
We're overstaffed here with pathologists at a hundred fifty percent.
Sam, you might need to call home.
We need to be in the air in an hour to have another chat with Vanderhorn.
Now the coin killers' victims total fourteen people to date.
The only thing is that we don't know where Vanderhorn is right now.
Okay, take a look at the latest surveillance video from Vanderhorn's office.
This was taken with of the bourbon street massacre.
He's getting very frustrated.
Isn't there any sound? No, it's a security countermeasure that the bureau's unfamiliar with.
And that's all she wrote.
Vanderhorn subsequently hopped into a waiting car and lost our tail.
Now, the car surfaced at Dulles International, but Vanderhorn has disappeared.
What do you mean "disappeared"? I mean, like, "gone - without a trace".
His jet is still sitting there on the runway, but there's no record of him boarding any commercial flights.
How can someone fly without leaving a trace? I can tell you.
But then I'd have to kill you.
Ok, let's review what we know.
We've got three subjects from a group of four who are believed to be the children of Charles Vanderhorn.
"Believed" is right.
Their fingerprints aren't on file, there's no birth records of them, no school records, no passports, or social security cards.
On paper, the coin killers don't exist.
Yet they do exist and judging from the dead female, they're about twenty-two years-old.
Did we ever find out who vanderhorn was on the phone with when he was watching that video of the killers as kids? Yeah, um, I think it was his lawyer, Dean Hamilton.
I'm still working on it.
Well, by all means take your time.
I'm moving mountains.
Nobody can tell.
Vanderhorn Enterprises uses its own phone exchange with protected numbers.
They're encrypted.
Well, get through it, around it, something.
In the meantime, let's get a picture of Vanderhorn and the coin killers on the wire.
Uh, now, Bailey, you could do that, but Vanderhorn has the wherewithal to stay invisible for years.
A better move might be to put our heads together and come up with some kind of sting, see if we can't get his kids and him to come to us.
Thank you, Coop.
People that disappear, phantom records.
My CIA alarm is going off.
This could get messy if we're playing in the CIA's sandbox .
If covert ops are involved, they'll deny it, no matter what.
Yes! I'm patching in surveillance photos from Sobrejo, Costa Rica.
Austin Keller, aka Jack, is in this compound.
We got agents on-site, staking it out, and extradition is approved with the Costa Rican civil guard assisting.
Let's get the jet prepped and ready in an hour.
Nathan, take charge here.
Find Vanderhorn.
Coop, come with us.