Profiler (1996) s01e22 Episode Script

Previously on "Profiler" Time of death was about eight hours ago.
- From what? - From these.
Could be a clue.
Shut up, trash! And don't be so stupid! I just could swear that she was gonna kill me.
She wanted to use you.
She's taunting us.
A- t-r-a-X.
Atraxin, which is a protein and atrax- Rubustrus.
Atrax rubustrus.
It's a venomous spider.
- Hello? Good-bye.
A man identifying himself as an F.
B.
I.
Agent came to visit my client at his home.
He asked a few questions, he didn't like the answers, and he beat my client within an inch of his life.
Special F.
B.
I.
Agent Jack Trades from your office.
Jack considers himself the best, the ultimate taunter.
Maybe he doesn't like this lady's competition.
There was a genealogy chart, standard for deaths by an unknown disease.
It lists a daughter, name and age unknown.
That's the killer.
Just what we need - two maniacs making us look like fools.
All right.
We'll get back to you.
Bad news.
Hospital just told Bailey they can't save the new victim.
All they can do is watch.
God.
At least the others were quick.
I think I'll pass either way, thanks.
Mr.
Peety! Mr.
Rodell Peety! - Remember to take it easy, all right? - Yeah.
Jack's a step ahead of us.
He might have left a present.
- Keep thinking trip wires, brother.
- You got it.
Don't move! Coop! One shooter! I'm not hit! You Peety? Put down the gun, sir.
There's two of us.
You can't win.
You either.
You shoot me, he dies.
You're about to wake a timber rattler out of its nap.
We get them thick as your wrists.
I'll thank you later.
Right now, we got a shotgun to talk about.
Mr.
Peety.
We're Brubaker and Cooper.
My partner called you, remember, about the Poole case? We're F.
B.
I.
I looked at one of those badges yesterday and got some brass knuckles to my jaw.
Ok.
That man is an impostor.
He's part of the reason we're here.
So, why don't you break open your piece and let it down nice and easy, and we can put down our guns.
Mister, my arms are getting tired.
This so-called Agent Trades? Jack Trades.
Phony name.
Serious son of a bitch.
He really whaled it out of me.
You're not the first.
If it's any consolation, most of the rest aren't still walking around.
He won't be, either, if I find him first.
And what's with these Pooles? How come they're the most popular white trash around? They've been dead ten years.
Damn.
The lock was freshly cut.
Jack was inside.
Don't touch anything, Mr.
Peety.
Yeah, yeah.
So, no one has lived here since the Pooles? You call this living? What was the cause of death? We didn't figure it out.
No autopsy? I didn't say that.
We did the usual, nothing sophisticated.
Cremated the remains that day.
It was the safest thing to do.
These people were hemorrhaging through the eyes.
For all I know, some African virus took them.
In Arkansas? Yeah.
I sent four samples of blood to the F.
I.
D.
A.
Coop.
Took my temperature for a week, closed the file.
Did you notify the daughter? Couldn't find her.
She run away before then.
You know where she is? I'm thinking Oklahoma City.
That's Robin Poole.
Fax the photo to the V.
C.
T.
F.
, Then get on a plane to Oklahoma.
And watch out for Jack.
Bye.
We've got a picture of Robin Poole coming down the wire.
I think we know what she looks like.
Well, imagine the luck of being born looking like that mad woman.
Excuse me, Dr.
Steinmetz.
May we have a word with her now? Marjorie, we'd like to ask you a couple of questions, if that's ok.
Uh! No.
Just do something.
I'm dying.
First I'd like to see a priest, please.
And-and my purse has my rosary beads in it.
I I'd like to be alone.
Of course.
No hope? I need to speak to her before she dies.
She's asked for the last rites, Miss Logan, so save your morbid curiosity for another day, ok? You can rescind your cooperation with me, but this is a public hospital.
I don't need your permission.
Well, you need the patient's permission.
She wants privacy.
- Bailey, let her talk to her.
- Why? I'd like to see the effect Christine's voice has on Marjorie.
You're thinking she's the killer: A brilliant woman taunting the F.
B.
I.
, flaunting herself in our midst.
I don't know.
Code blue, room one.
- Is that her? - That's her.
- Where the hell is she? - Don't touch anything.
- Is this yours? - No.
- Did you see her? - No.
Nobody.
Marjorie Brandt is near death.
She gets out of bed and walks away.
That wasn't Marjorie Brandt.
That was Robin Poole.
Robin Poole is nothing if not consistent.
Another damn puzzle.
It's too simple.
There's got to be something else.
Let's mop up every molecule in this room, dupe the hospital videotapes, and get a rush on the forensics.
It's a power hypo.
It's a countermeasure for nerve gas.
All you need to be able to do is jam it into your body it does the rest.
She waited in agony until she was nearly dead, and then she gave herself the antivenin.
She's really quite astonishing.
I mean, imagine stinging yourself with a lethal venom, and then handing yourself to the very people trying to catch you.
Dares us to figure it out.
She's bored.
We're moving too slow.
At least we can scratch Christine Logan off the list of suspects.
Robin left us a clue in here, and we've go to find it.
Or else, in twenty-four hours, someone else is going to die.
Robin Poole in 1989 and as she probably looks now and finally a little makeup.
Ironically, I'm using Donald Haste's software to do this.
So, Robin runs away in Her parents, Shirley and Carter, die in 1987.
Her first kill.
We've got Cooper and Nathan there now seeing what they can dig up.
We got APBs out: City, State, and Federal.
Her picture will be in the evening news, in the newspapers, and posted at bus stops and post offices.
How'd she pull off the Marjorie Brandt pseudonym? Marjorie didn't even exist until two weeks ago.
We didn't have time to check out her I.
D.
Till she was gone.
Here's the security video from the ICU.
She knew exactly how much strength she'd have to have left to give herself that shot.
Perfect timing.
I'll say, considering she was messing with Chironex Fleckeri, or the sea wasp jellyfish.
This venom is so toxic that a solution diluted you in 5-10 minutes.
Robin survived for 3 hours.
She could have pre-inoculated herself with the antivenin to slow down the poison.
But that would mean she experimented with it first.
No second chance.
One mistake: It's blindness and respiratory failure.
- What is she saying? - You're blind and you're stupid.
And then she just walked out the door of the service exit right past the guard.
Hey.
What's the matter? Frances.
I'm at the end of my rope.
Well, is she ok? Well, where is she? At home with Ellen.
I've been tossing around some other ideas.
What do you - ever hear of that place? "The Dickens Academic Residence"? No.
"24-hour supervision and lockdown capabilities"? It's a little severe, don't you think? Well, it's got a great success rate - good curriculum.
What am I supposed to do, Sam? She's a danger to herself, and I can't get through to her.
Well, Bailey, there are alternatives.
Look, I can make a couple of phone calls, and we can go over things later.
She turns eighteen in nine months.
If she doesn't get her head on straight by then anything could happen.
Robin's trail - everywhere we went, Jack had been there first.
Two different witnesses - both said Jack flashed a badge, then beat the crap out of them when he didn't like their answers.
Two different descriptions - the only thing they had in common was the man sweated a lot.
Latex disguises.
Why is Jack so interested in Robin? He's intrigued by her.
Impressed, challenged.
Wants to prove that he's smarter than she is.
I'd go further.
Jack's all over Robin because she reminds him of himself.
He's jealous.
We got these notebooks from one of Robin's high school teachers in Oklahoma.
Her mentor.
We talked to her after Jack did, of course.
This woman sent Robin's notebooks to a professor at M.
I.
T.
Apparently Robin had developed some sort of shorthand chemical formula.
Don't know why that's important, but it got her a full academic scholarship.
She went on to graduate Summa cum laude with a double major in biology and chemistry in three years.
No cross-outs, no doodles, no wasted space.
No mistakes.
Not so far.
A woman of few words and many symbols.
Yeah.
Anything about the handwriting jump out at you? All black ink, no smears.
Indicates a strong and organized personality.
But look here, see the abbreviated end sweep of her letters.
They suggest she's writing quickly.
She's impatient.
Well, that fits.
Whatever she sets out to do, she doesn't waste any time.
Why didn't she leave us any dice or anything? She always leaves us a clue.
It's a bar code.
It's the same as you get on the back of a can of beans at the grocery store.
You read it with this little magic wand.
Why didn't forensics pick up on it? Well, maybe they thought it was for inventory.
But I couldn't find another one in the room.
You get 17 Fern Haven.
That's headquarters for Earthtones, which is an ecologically savvy line of cosmetics.
Chief Executive: Melissa Cotton.
Ms.
Cotton's in Brazil.
Goes there twice a year.
Some rain forest plant preservation conference.
She's in Brazil? Who's assuming her responsibilities? Um, that would be marlin fender, head of research.
Should be in hothouse number 7.
Hazmat leader, this is Malone.
We're going to soft recon the structure.
Stand by at high ready.
Secure the outside.
Let's go to work.
- Marlin Fender? - Back here.
- We're with the F.
B.
I.
, Mr.
Fender.
- F.
B.
I.
? W-what's wrong? Bailey.
Bailey, take a look at this.
Did you leave this here, Mr.
Fender? Hazmat leader, deploy to hothouse 7.
Secure black and white object, unknown origin.
Possible biohazard.
Something's wrong.
Why would she leave a clue and not a victim? The CEO's in Brazil, Mr.
Fender isn't hurt.
They're not the victim we are.
In here! Coop, no! Don't touch the door.
Robin's latest weapon: Hapalochlaena maculata, or to those who've had the misfortune to handle it, the blue ring octopus.
It can only live out of water about half an hour.
So she must have cut it close.
What about the box we found? Nothing yet.
Magnetic resonance shows that it's hollow.
No venoms.
And she left us a little note stuck between two of the segments.
"Do I have to draw you a picture?" And she did.
She's painted separate segments of a design on all six sides.
So what's the problem? Twist it.
The problem is: You've got six sides, right? Four of them have eighteen segments, the other two have nine, which means the possible combinations are almost endless.
It's a number with over twenty digits.
Guess we'll skip lunch.
Which cosmetic companies carry earthtone products? It's pretty high-end stuff.
No animal testing and so forth.
Ok, you got amalgamated eastern, beanblossom, and meadowgrace.
Pull up their logos.
It's Meadowgrace.
Meadowgrace - - I'd seen it before.
- Independent wholesale distributorship- Let me guess.
Based in Atlanta.
Right.
The company's the brainchild of a local named Kendrick Lawton.
Let's go.
One minute I'm in my office looking at fall color palettes, and the next minute, three men in moon suits show up.
Well, we're sorry for the inconvenience, Ms.
Lawton, but we have a killer on the loose.
Well, they told me that, but it's a lousy excuse for dragging me down here in a decontamination van.
Did they tell you one of our victims died bleeding from the eyes? Uh, excuse me.
Does the name Robin Poole mean anything to you? I don't know her as Robin Poole or anyone else.
Our hazardous material team has cleared your office, your car, and home.
We think you're safe.
Oh, well, let's hope so.
Now, I have given a gallon of blood here.
Don't I at least get a piece of fruit or something? Thank you very much, Ms.
Lawton.
I will make sure that you get something to eat.
If she didn't do anything to Kendrick or didn't leave a clue at Meadowgrace, maybe she just disappeared.
No, she wouldn't just disappear.
Ok, what if she slipped up and got poisoned by one of her own bugs? Or maybe Jack's found her web.
Mi casa, su casa.
Now let's play open house.
"Sorry, Jack"? Don't be sorry.
Blocks of cheese and sparkling grapes, at your w-w-w-dot-jackotrades-dot-com.
I'm sorry for the wake-up call.
Jack just came on-line at 11:43 P.
M.
Looks like he's got his own web page.
He's on the internet? He's gone public.
Very public.
Anybody with a pc and a modem can make a connection.
I found the results of his search for Robin's U.
S.
Customs records.
Here's what I get when I click on U.
S.
Customs.
Her permits are available, but her address deleted, and in its place is this message from Jack: "Finders keepers.
" He won't tolerate Robin getting ahead of us or him.
He's reminding us how clever he is.
George, can you trace the origin of his web site? It's already done, but here's the problem.
You know, an internet site is nothing more than a bunch of computer files, and it doesn't matter where the computer itself is.
See, he's moving every ten seconds.
Norway, Tahiti, Billy's internet game zapper in Tampa, Department of Justice, Atlantic P.
D.
, U.
S.
Customs, our front lawn.
He's like hacking into everything, and he's leading us right where he wants us.
Ok, so how do we get to him? We don't, unless we can get to him while he's uploading.
Well, find a way, George.
Find a way.
Yes.
You know, if I take that job in Charlotte, I might not see you for six months, maybe even longer.
You can come back on weekends.
Yeah, but if I didn't, would you come visit me? Nope.
Sure.
Yeah? Hey, you don't sound too convincing.
Hey, I'm the one massaging your feet.
What more commitment do you want? Come on.
Come on, no, I'm serious.
I'm serious.
I don't know if I want to leave you for six months, but I mean, if you're not serious about this and this is just this, I'd like to know.
- Ok.
- Hey, wait a minute.
- No.
- Come on, Angel - No.
Wait.
You're taking too long to answer, which, as far as I'm concerned, is an answer.
I think I'm going to go home, okay? Wait a second.
Girl, I don't look for your love / I don't see the stars above / I look for your eyes / just your eyes / I lovelight burns in your eyes Now I see you now I don't.
What's that pounding? Music.
She went to her room about an hour ago.
Well, I'll be home in about a half hour.
Just do me one more favor, Ellen.
Will you stick your head in, see if she's ok? Ok.
I'll see you in a bit.
Ok.
Thanks.
- We're closed! - Now you're open! Your father called.
He'll be home in half an hour.
What, would you like me to throw him a parade? And turn off that earthquake that you call music! Eat glass! Hey, Angel.
So, you changed your mind.
- Frances? You ok? - Look at this.
My one-way ticket to hell.
Ah, just a sec.
You want something? Something to eat? No.
Here.
Where'd you get this? Super dad's personal effects.
Dickens.
It's not exactly a trip to paradise, but it's not the worst.
Good staff, facilities are first class.
Look, John, I need your help.
- If he makes me go there, I'll, um - You'll what? I'll bail.
He is not sending me to death row.
I would rather live on the streets.
Frances, you hung out on the streets, then you went home to cotton sheets and a warm meal - you never lived there.
I could.
Come here.
Sit down.
Two kinds of girls on the streets: Those who have been hurt and those who get you don't want to go there.
Hello, John.
You told him I was here? How could I have? I didn't know you were coming.
I knew where to find you, Frannie.
Come on, let's go home.
You know what, John? You suck.
Thanks, John.
- No, I couldn't sleep.
- Me, neither.
Yeah? Have you eaten yet? You asking me out, lady? Hmm, I guess that's what I'm doing.
Tell you what? Why don't, uh, why don't you pick me up in like half an hour in darkroom number seven.
How's that sound? You got it.
Ok.
I'll see you then.
Ouch! Ohh! Sam? Sam! Open the door, Frances.
Frances, open the door! Open the door, Frances! Where's my gun? Where's the gun, Frances? I found the brochure.
And you know what? I'm not going! I would rather die, okay? Stop! Don't you say that! - Don't you ever say that! - Stop! Don't you ever say that! Okay.
Okay.
Let's stop this, okay? I can't go there, daddy.
Give me the gun, Frances.
Daddy, at least send me to mom, please? Give me the gun, Frances.
Anything but that place.
I can't go there.
I can't go there.
That place might be good for you, Frannie.
No! Hello? Why didn't you help me when I asked? This is all your fault.
Frances? Bailey? Bailey? Tell me what you know.
Nine-millimeter.
Full-jacketed slug at close range.
When did he lose consciousness? That's how I found him.
He hasn't said a word.
He lost a lot of blood, man.
- We've got a bleeder! - Have him cross-matched for O.
R.
Ready pre-op for x-rays.
I can't see.
I can't s-see.
My eye.
Robin Poole's got Sam.
She was supposed to be in her darkroom.
I went there, found a map with twenty-five pins that are stuck in what look to be addresses.
They're all over town.
I'll put out a scramble to Atlanta P.
D.
Every car they got, man.
We need a total blitz.
I'll roll to the one I'm closest to.
Robin used a spider.
It looked like the same kind she used to kill Marilyn Weathers.
Hey, give me those coordinates, Coop.
I'll duplicate it on the computer, 'cause maybe it's a code.
Ok.
Then get Bailey on the line.
Can't.
He's M.
I.
A.
So is Darla Turner.
About an hour ago, the agent on surveillance duty woke up with a dart in his neck.
What the hell is going on, George? All hell is breaking loose, is what.
- You ready? - Yeah, go.
Ok, 1325, what looks to be English Center Drive.
English Center Somebody there? Is somebody there? I can't see I - I can hear you.
I - I can't see.
I I can't - I can't see you.
Please don't stop talking to me.
I can't - I can't - I can't see you.
I-I can hear you.
Just Samantha he's a nasty.
Don't worry about the spider bite.
Dr.
Trades has given you the antivenin.
What have you done to my eyes? What have you done to my eyes? It's just a little home-brew washy wash.
I tested it myself.
Relax.
It's not forever.
Those big, beautiful baby blues will be just fine.
What - what do want from me? I just want you to appreciate me.
I deserve your admiration, don't you think? My admiration? Is that why you killed all those people, because you wanted my admiration? It was necessary.
Uhh! Why me, huh? Why did you pick me? Easy.
Samantha, I knew from the first moment that I saw you.
You were just another case.
You were just - you were just my bad luck.
But are you absolutely certain? Nobody understands me the way that you do, Samantha.
Nobody.
Is that what you want? You want to be close to me? You want to be closer? Well, then, why don't you take my hand, huh? Give me your hand! Give me your hand! Shut up! This is Agent Cooper.
The first address was a phony.
How are you doing, Atlanta P.
D.
? We got five patrols out there, Coop, but all they get is empty lots and burned out buildings.
Ok, I've input the numbers from all the addresses.
There's got to be a way one of her formulas applies to them.
Agent Cooper, this is Christine Logan.
I'm at the Command Center with George.
What do you got, Logan? Well, I've been studying Robin's chemistry journals.
I got to the last page.
It's not her handwriting.
It's a forgery.
Whose writing is it? I don't know.
It's not a venom.
It's the essential oil in rose petals.
- Jack.
- He's got Sam! Why is he imitating Robin's M.
O.
, George? He's beating her at her own game.
Which is why he left the map.
Jack wants us to find Sam.
He's giving us a chance.
I hate the competition.
People will find me.
This may be difficult for you to understand, Samantha, but nobody is even thinking of you right now except for little old me.
Well, if you're not going to kill me, then what are you going to do with me? Nothing.
I just want you to walk a mile in my shoes.
I told you and told you and told you, Robin, to shut up! Hey.
Hey, don't make me hurt you! - Hi, hi.
- Sam? Angel.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She can't come to the phone right now.
She's up to her eyeballs.
Where's Sam? What-what have you done with her? Where's Sam? Fraley.
George, it's Angel.
I just called Sam on her cell phone and Jack answered, and he hung up on me.
I know it was him.
Damn it! There's no way to trace it.
Is Chloe ok? Uh, yeah, she's-she's fine.
She's here.
He's still in the operating room.
I'll be honest with you, it doesn't look good.
George, you there? Yeah.
Yes, I'm here.
Uh, any idea who the shooter was? Well looks like Frances with Bailey's own gun.
I'm heading out to look for her.
Is Sam there? Brace yourself.
Jack's got her.
Jack? Well, it's we got a manhunt throughout the city.
I don't know, I thought maybe you would have heard the chatter.
I - I was off the air.
Wait a second.
Wait, he's putting pictures of her on the internet.
Time-stamped like five minutes ago.
She's alive.
Where is she? I don't know.
I can't tell.
I'm heading out to my car.
As soon as - as soon as you get a location, I'm there.
Stumped? Here's a hint: It's a puzzle, like the dice, but it's a kid's puzzle, you morons.
Ok, ok, ok, maybe the damn thing is a puzzle.
Just give me a minute.
You'd send us a puzzle to play with? You'd do that, wouldn't you? The gibberish in the back's going to make sense, right? - Ok - What is it? Checking.
Uh yes.
It's a loft downtown.
That's where she is.
I'm gone.
Ok.
I'll get you backup.
Company's here.
When we meet the next time, we'll both be on the same team.
Until then Sam! Sam? Coop? Coop? I'm here.
Where are you? I'm over here.
- You ok? - Yeah.
He put something in my eyes.
Thank god.
He put something in my eyes.
I can't see.
Let's go! Move! Go! Go! Where is he? He fell.
I-I heard him-I heard him fall.
Ok.
Ok.
Everything's ok.
Thank god.
Look, let's get out of here.
You want to - Police! Freeze! Hey, hey! I'm Nick Cooper.
I'm with the V.
C.
T.
F.
Everything's under control.
Lou Handleman, Atlanta Homicide.
Dr.
Waters, you ok? How'd homicide get the call? I heard it on the radio the V.
C.
T.
F.
was in a tangle, I thought I'd check it out.
It was Jack.
He put - he put some kind of chemical in my eyes, and he blinded me.
Where is he now? I hit him.
He fell down the - He's down this shaft.
What do you got down there, guys? It's a woman.
She's had it.
No, no, it - it was Jack.
The woman, she's over there.
I-I heard her.
The woman against the wall's our prisoner.
Could you please take her into custody for us? Hey! Sure.
We could start there.
Hey, Captain! This lady's I.
D.
Says she's Turner - Darla Turner.
Ohh! Quit it! No.
No.
No, no, it-it-it was Jack.
I - Don't touch me! I know what I saw! I thought you said you couldn't see.
I- I couldn't, but I- it's starting to wear off.
I don't - Don't you listen to her! I saw her push that lady down the elevator! Get her out of here! That's ridiculous.
Sam, we got to get you someplace and get you checked out.
No, I want-I want to talk to Bailey.
Bailey's out of the loop right now.
I'll explain it to you in a minute.
Hold it here! I need some answers.
You'll get some answers! You relax! This is our case.
We'll sort it out.
Hey, captain! This lady's in handcuffs, F.
B.
I.
- Issued cuffs.
You'll want to call a lawyer, Dr.
Waters.
I'm taking you in on suspicion of murder.
Come on, Sam.
He said I'd walk a mile- - Walk a mile in my shoes.