Saving Grace s02e07 Episode Script
You Are My Partner
You be good.
Watch the house.
- Mornin'.
- You crashing on my couch? Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck with Ham.
How come he wants you over so early? I don't know.
Where are my keys? I heard he found his way into a church on a North Carolina beach.
Yeah.
He called me drunk shitless.
He won't even remember it.
Shame.
He and God had it out.
Preacher though, he ain't too pleased about finding beer cans on the altar the next morning or cigarettes in the poor box.
- Knowing Ham, he left a 20 in there too.
- Well, $17.
62.
It was all he had on him.
Ham ain't the only man in your life needs you right now, Grace.
The other one's sitting on death row.
I only deal with one at a time, Earl.
Early bird.
[Door Closes.]
[Panting.]
[Moans.]
- [Barks.]
- Tell you the truth, I'm not sure.
I've been doing this a long time.
Well, forever.
- [Barks.]
- In doggy years, over a billion.
Your mom is one of the most stubborn willful, glorious, maddening unpredictable humans I ever been responsible for.
[Whimpers.]
Uh, here it is.
She ever look inside again? Just that once, huh? Well, Gus, let's see what she does now.
A man's soul depends on it.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You said 4:30, right? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
My-My new alarm clock didn't go off.
Come on.
- Shit, you look great.
- Finally sleeping.
Thanks for coming over.
You want some coffee? - Yeah.
- All right.
Nick, Bo and I went to North Carolina and packed up.
Rafe's wife and the kids, brought 'em back here.
- How they doing? - Rafe would be proud of'em.
I mean, he kicked me in the ass when- I'm coming back to work today.
You had to tell me that at 4:30 in the freakin' morning? [Alarm Blaring.]
- Oh, geez.
- [Alarm Stops.]
You know, I talked to Perry.
I'm gonna be partnering up with Butch.
I'm with a patrol officer working a 28-day rotation.
- Are you okay with that? - Shit, Ham.
No.
But if that's what you need, I'm gonna do it.
If my new partner's an asshole though, I'm coming after you.
- I need you to take a ride with me.
- Okay.
Can you give me a few minutes? All right.
[Shower Running.]
[Shower Stops.]
- So where are we going? - Place Rafe and I used to go to as kids.
I want to scatter his ashes at sunrise.
- I mean, Rafe would dig this, right? - What? This is Rafe- his ashes.
[Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me - You look good, partner.
- Ah! You look like Ham again.
Almost human.
You just want me back to give me shit? You gonna be drinking on the job, you might want to conceal that.
These are Rafe's ashes.
My share of Rafe's ashes.
- Place I was gonna scatter 'em is an apartment complex now.
- Owen Field, man.
Ah! Rafe would love that, man! Hey, any word from Bobby? - Nothing.
- [Grace.]
He's gotta be working some kind of fed task force.
A.
T.
F.
, F.
B.
I.
, ICE? No word? Zero? Zilch? - No word.
- [Kate.]
Welcome back, Detective.
- It's good to be back.
- You should move your stuff over to Bobby's desk.
Abby Charles Is gonna bejoining us for 28 days.
- Where Is Abby Charles? - She's late.
- She's late on the first day? - Yeah.
Please send Officer Charles to my office when she gets here.
No offense.
L- I don't like clearing out Bobby's desk.
Feels Iike we're Inviting something to happen.
Yeah.
Leave it, man.
I'll just bring a few things.
Put my stuff in a box.
You ever see the shit he's got in his desk? [Laughs.]
[Groans, Laughs.]
- What? - Yeah.
Ah.
You trust this that close to him? Hey, anything happens to this, I'm gonna be spreading your ashes with Rafe's.
[Kate.]
You got a female body, Heritage Hills.
What do you want me to do with Officer Charles after I have a word with her? Send her to me.
You guys take first on the scene.
Set up the perimeter.
[Helicopter Fiying By.]
- Hey, Grace.
- Hey, Henry.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
This is some serious shit.
What do you say, Henry? Breast was cut off after she died.
Saline implant's punctured.
Almost like he wanted to expose it.
Lividity doesn't match the body positioning.
- She was dumped here.
- She was displayed.
Hey, we may have an I.
D.
Luanne Grayson.
Husband reported her missing last night at 10:00 p.
m.
Guy came out for a morning paper, found the body.
You know, maybe we notify next of kin this time.
Take that off Grace's plate.
- New partner, you know? Kinda hard.
- Yeah.
- We got a vehicle to look for? - We got a BOLO on a G.
M.
C.
Grand Yukon.
- Check out these lookie loos? - [Scoffs.]
For entertainment? Well, I'm gonna get some names.
- What? - You live around here? You got an address? - Is your new partner Abby Charles? - Yeah.
Why? She's Ronnie's cousin.
Talked to her last night.
She was all excited about partnering with you.
Not excited enough to be on time.
Her wedding band has an inscription.
"All my love, all my life, Patrick.
Give me a minute, guys.
[Alarm Beeps.]
Sorry I'm late.
I'm Abby Charles.
- You have an accident? - No.
- You sick? - No.
- Someone die? - No.
Any other emergency stopping you from contacting Major Crimes and letting us know? - No.
- Then what's your problem? Whole squad knows you're late.
Knows you don't care enough first day working with them to be on time.
You care about them? We got a woman sliced open here.
You care about her? - What? No, no.
Are you crying? - No.
You don't cry at a crime scene.
Stop it, man! Come on! Okay.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
Okay.
Let's get to work.
How long you gonna pretend I ain't here? I know you're not asleep.
Explain something to me, Leon.
Explain why you asked your execution date be moved up.
I mean, you had two years before they even thought about a hard date.
Why you want to die In three months? Have you lost all faith? In life? In me? In God? So you ain't gonna talk? Ever? Benjamin's getting big.
Tall.
Fine-looking boy.
Smart.
And I mean really smart.
Doctor smart.
Supreme Court justice smart.
Right now he's trying to bulk up so he can make the football team next year.
You want to be around to see if your son makes the football team next year? Thanks.
The tie around her neck was made in 1963.
It's a Smitty's tie.
The company went out of business in 1980.
There's a whole community In the Southwest who blog about Smitty's ties.
- Why? - They're hand-stitched.
Legend has it Neil Armstrong left one on the moon.
A vintage Smitty's tie will run you about $500 on eBay.
- Shit.
Shit.
- What? Hit on VICAP.
Same exact M.
O.
- Where? - Right on the edge of O.
K.
C.
War Acres, four days ago.
Patrick Grayson had a whole search party and all their friends looking for his wife.
- He's on his way In.
- Guess what, boys? - [Butch.]
What? What's up? - We got a serial killer! - Whoa! - Whoa.
Victim number one, Judy Woodlawn, D.
O.
D.
1-5-09 blonde, 35, breast Implants left breast cut off, saline implant punctured, vintage tie no sexual assault.
As far as we know, our victim is number two.
Luanne Grayson, blonde, 38 breast implants, left breast cut off saline Implant punctured, vintage tie.
- Was she raped? - No signs of sexual assault.
He strangled her twice.
The tie was covering the second mark.
See the area between them? Petechial hemorrhaging.
He strangled her slowly.
Let her come back.
And then strangled her to death.
- What kind of knife he use? - I think it was a scalpel.
I compared the wound to the photos of the first victim.
Same instrument was used.
If you'd like to attend an autopsy during your rotation, my doors are always open.
- As are my bodies.
[Chuckles.]
- [Laughs.]
- Thanks.
- Okay, ladies.
See you later.
So what do you think? He's careful, organized, um- He's got something against blonde women with breast Implants.
Vintage tie is his signature.
[Woman.]
Uh, yes, sir.
Yes.
She's right over there.
Detective Walter Eakley, Detective Grace Hanadarko.
I knew this guy was gonna kill again.
I could use a cup of coffee, honey.
Sure.
- Abby Charles.
- Cream, three sugars.
- None for me.
- This case started In War Acres.
- I'll take the lead.
That okay with you? - Absolutely.
You take the lead.
I want to hear everything you got.
I'll show you mine, you show me yours.
When's the last time you talked to your wife? Last night, uh, a little after 5:30.
She called after she got off work.
- Where does she work? - Where does she- - Where is her work? - Harold's.
She had a yoga class.
Sald she was gonna stop at the store on the way home, to think about what I wanted for supper.
You know where she took yoga? Can you write it down? It lasts an hour from 6::00 to 7::00.
So I was expecting Luanne to call from the store, but she never did.
So I started calling her at around, um, 8:00.
Started looking for her about 9:00.
Called you guys at 10:00.
Luanne was last seen at yoga, West 61 st and Penn, 7:00 p.
m.
Her next stop was Sam's Market.
No evidence she ever made it.
Judy made it.
At 6:18 p.
m.
She used her credit card to buy groceries at Sam's Market.
Judy was single.
She worked at Chesapeake, 63rd and Western.
Luanne was married, worked at Harold's, and she lived in Edmond.
[Eakley.]
Yeah, Edgewater Village.
Found Judy's car at Mayfair Village.
Grocery bags still inside.
What about her body? Luanne was found in Heritage Hills.
[Eakley.]
A vacant field near Wiley Post.
Your crime lab's working our evidence.
A couple of fibers on the body and that's about it.
We got a couple of connections.
They work and hang out in the same area, both shop at Sam's Market.
Maybe we got a mammary connection.
Who did your girl's titty job? Dr.
Harrison Keiser.
His office is on Northwest Highway off Penn.
- When was her surgery? - When was her last appointment? She had her surgery last September.
Why is this important? We're trying to figure out if Luanne was killed by someone she knew or by a stranger.
I mean, was she troubled about anything? - Did she mention anything unusual happening? - No.
Would you say that she was aware of her surroundings? Would Luanne talk to a stranger? [Knocking.]
No.
I mean, if someone needed help or something Luanne might talk to them, but Luanne was careful.
[Eakley.]
He comes up behind 'em, strangles 'em with the tie.
Tie is a dead end by the way.
Vintage.
1960.
- You can find them on the Internet.
- All over on the Internets.
I'm starving.
You got some crackers around here, sweetheart? Walter, you can get your own damn coffee and your own damn crackers.
[Laughs.]
You're a feisty one, you are.
Do I have to apologize for that? No.
My goldfish died this morning.
Sally.
My son and I had her for six years and- She was a goldfish, but we loved her.
And Sally was dead this morning.
And it turned into a big scene.
And that's why I was late.
Why didn't you tell me that? "My goldfish died" isn't exactly an effortless atonement to proffer.
You sound like a lawyer.
Earlier you sounded like an F.
B.
I.
Profiler.
I'm taking law classes at night.
I want to be an F.
B.
I.
Agent, and a law background will help.
Luanne's car was impounded early this morning, Penn Square.
It's being towed In.
Butch and I are gonna talk to the security guard who called It In.
- Two-mile area.
Killer live there? - Work there? - We got Doc Keiser.
- Knows his way around a scalpel.
- I know.
- I know.
- I don't know.
- Yeah, I know.
- Any hits from the crowd at the crime scene? - Couple creeps.
- No shit.
- None of them had a record.
See you later.
Dewey and Darko.
You know you guys are legendary, right? - Ever heard of Darko and Emmett? - Yeah.
Uh, three years ago another officer partnered with you on a 28-day rotation.
- He ended up quitting.
- He didn't have it.
- What? - The heart of a cop.
I was on Pennsylvania.
I saw this car blocking the entrance to Penn Square.
I stopped to inspect the vehicle.
Found that it had a passenger-side rear-flat tire.
- Around what time? - What time was this? - It was at 3::11 a.
m.
- Besides that, anything unusual about the car? Negative.
I entered the parking lot looking for their security officer.
Located him in the southeast parking structure making his rounds.
We went back to disable the vehicle and mutually decided to call impound.
- What's his name? - You got a name? Lambert Wynn.
L-A-M-B-E-R-T.
Last name Wynn, W-Y-N-N.
What's going on with this car? - We're not sure- - It may be involved in a homicide.
- A homicide? - Maybe.
Listen.
We appreciate your information.
- Lf we need anything else, okay if we give you a call? - Here's my card.
- I wanted to see his reaction.
- Yeah, yeah.
Sorry.
Bobby likes to observe.
I do most of the talking.
- Grace and I like to riff off each other.
- Different styles.
Yeah.
Fascinating character study in entitlement and arrogance.
- He's an asshole.
- With an alibi.
It's kinda hard to sneak out of a nose job to commit a murder.
Killer's got a thing for implants.
And that guy put 'em in.
We gotta check out Dr.
Keiser's entire office.
Not only who works there, who cleans it, delivers shit.
He's got a thing for Smitty's ties too.
I'm I.
M.
'ing a guy who's got a Bethany's right next to War Acres.
Want to bring him in? Talk to him? Not yet.
He collects Beatles and J.
F.
K.
Memorabilia.
You know, other '60s stuff.
And he thinks I'm a 50-year-old waitress in Dallas.
- [Kate.]
Doc's alibi hold up? - [Grace.]
Yeah.
But his office and Sam's Market are our connections.
- How solid? - Not that solid.
Listen, if the killer is- is picking victims out of either of these places, the public's got a right to know.
We served a warrant on Keiser.
Keiser's lawyer called the judge.
The judge retracted it.
Keiser's not giving up his patient list.
Can we put both these women at Sam's? Judy, yes.
Luanne, no.
No sign of her on the store video.
All we got is that she was maybe on her way there after her yoga class.
We tell the media, it creates panic, women start carrying guns- - Killer changes his pattern.
- I hadn't thought of that.
Set up surveillance at Sam's.
Put more patrol on Penn.
- Who's got the first watch at Sam's? - You up for an all-nighter? I got a kid at home.
Paco and Gary can take it.
- How old's your kid? - Twelve.
- You 14 when you had him? - Sixteen.
Major Crimes ain't a 9:00-to-5:00 gig.
- I know.
I know.
I'll get a sitter from now on.
- I'm gonna head out.
Talk to Dr.
Keiser's receptionist.
See you tomorrow.
Okay.
Thanks for talking to me, Pauline.
If you think Dr.
Keiser killed those women, you are crazy, lady.
- I've worked for him for nine years.
- We gotta check it out.
Both women had work done at this office.
So what? That's the problem with cops.
They're always jumping to conclusions before they get the facts straight.
Anything comes up, give me a call.
Subtle, Earl.
[Gus Barks.]
[Radio Hums.]
[Woman.]
Advise situation after talking to R.
P.
- [Man.]
10-4, 1-Lincoln-24.
- Okay.
Let's get to work.
Okay, Gus-head, why them? They remind him of Mommy? - His girlfriend? - [Radio Chatter Continues.]
Maybe he paid for her boob job, then she dumped him.
How does he approach them? Does he know them? Luanne's car had a flat tire.
Judy's car was fine.
Your first serial killer.
He's enjoying this watching them die.
Take their last breath.
For that one moment, he's God.
[Knocking.]
Careful, Grace.
Evil's a force take you right under.
[Knocking.]
When were you gonna warn your own sister about the maniac killer hunting for blondes? - Shit.
It's on the news? - Buck and the kids are out of town.
Can I stay here tonight? [Screams.]
[Laughs.]
- You think this is funny? - You got no worries, Paige.
Killer's only going after natural blondes, Oops.
Wearing black pants.
This is not funny.
My girlfriends and I are scared silly.
- I told them I would talk to you.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Just tell them to be aware, cautious.
Don't go out alone at night.
The news said Sam's Market.
I shop at Sam's Market.
- Stay out of the produce section.
- Is that where he finds them? The tomatoes.
Didn't he strangle them with a tie? Yes.
What are you doing? Trying to get inside the killer's head.
Put that away.
Stop it! Oh, you are sick! [Both Grunting.]
Ow.
Ow! [Laughs.]
[Man On Radio.]
Code Red Dog.
Code Red Dog.
- 42nd and Kelly.
- Shit.
- What? What's happening? - I gotta go.
- Why? - Just stay here.
You're safe.
- Alone? - Lock the doors.
Change your pants.
Gussy! - Grace! - I gotta go, Paige.
- I don't want to be here alone.
- You're not alone.
You got the best protection in town.
Take care of Paige.
[Moans.]
[Siren Wailing.]
Guess who's blonde and staying at my house 'cause she's scared? - Oh, no.
- We have to catch this guy.
- [Both Laughing.]
- Hey, how's it going with Abby? Guys she worked with say she's a good cop.
I don't know yet.
Grace, let's look.
- Where's your partner? - She's gotta take her kid over to a friend's house.
- She's on her way.
- Any idea who leaked this to the press? - Yeah.
Hey, Walter.
- He's escalating.
Two kills, two nights.
Those boobs are too flabby to be fake.
Looks like my first wife's.
Yeah.
No plastic boobies.
- You in high school, man? Want to show some respect? - You got a problem? - Hey, chill, man.
- Everybody, chill.
You see the press behind us? - You really want to give 'em more of a show? - Oh! A patrol took a call a couple hours ago.
Guy report's his fiancee missing.
Annabelle Whidbey.
They were supposed to meet for dinner at 6:00.
She never showed up.
- [Cell Phone Rings.]
- Perry.
- Talk to me, Henry.
- She was alive when he cut off her breast.
I told you, he's escalating.
- How long's she been dead? - Two to four hours.
Hey, Grace.
[Man.]
We're gonna send out some more people.
What's with the tie thing? With ties and titties? Come here, Walter.
You talk to the press? - No.
- Bullshit.
What the hell, man? Why'd you blow the only leads we got? - You want the glory? The book deal? Why'd you do it? - Calm down.
I'm not gonna calm down.
I'm about to kick your ass! Sweetheart, you need to get your hormones under control.
[Gasps.]
- Time for you to go, Walter.
- I just got here.
Still, time for you to go.
I'm not- I'm not going anywhere.
- [Gasps.]
- I am sick of the stupid shit coming out of your mouth your disrespect, your lies.
So I'm gonna let go of you.
- And you're gonna walk off of my crime scene.
- And if I don't? - [Groans.]
- I'm gonna break your arm.
[Panting.]
Okay! Let me get this for you.
You like crime scenes, Kirby? - It's a hobby.
- Three crime scenes.
Three sightings of Mr.
KirbyJet.
Free country.
Most crime scenes are boring.
I rarely even go.
- These are special.
- And why are they special? Cap'n Crunch.
[Laughs.]
You get it? Serial killer? Where were you today between 5:00 and 7:00? - At work.
- Where do you work? Where do you work? I drive a cab.
Was the news right? Did the women get cut with a scalpel? Stand up, Kirby.
Stand up.
Get your head down.
He's got a damn camera in here.
You were taping the crime scene.
It's not illegal.
It's not illegal! Give me your hand.
[Footsteps.]
- What time is it? - A little after 7:00.
- Shit.
- I have a Red Cross charity breakfast, then some errands.
- Can I spend the night again? - How long is everyone out of town? They're in Argentina hunting big game.
Two weeks.
- You're not staying here two weeks, Paige.
- I'm scared.
I'm sorry.
Look at the paper.
It says the cops are waiting for him to kill again.
I look like I'm sitting around waiting for him to kill again? You put that there? No.
I haven't moved anything.
I haven't touched anything.
- Doesn't it give you nightmares? - That's gonna give me nightmares.
- Doesn't it give you nightmares? - That's gonna give me nightmares.
Where's my ankle gun? Holy crap, Paige.
You got my gun? You stole my gun? Are you crazy? Are you insane? - I'm scared, Grace.
- You hate guns.
You don't know how to use a gun.
I could use it if someone was trying to hurt me.
That's how you get yourself killed! Handle a gun when you don't know shit about guns! This is loaded, Paige.
You look to see if the safety was on? - You even know where the safety is? - Okay, okay.
I won't take it.
And you won't buy a gun today either.
And tell your friends not to buy a gun.
That's all we need.
I'm sorry I touched your gun.
Now what do you want for supper? Not that I'm gonna be going to Sam's Market.
Thirty-four A.
M.
Z.
[Muttering.]
- [Door Closes.]
- SweetJesus.
- Hey, Abby.
- Hey.
They told me you were down here.
- Can I talk to you for a sec? - Sure.
Grace does not like me.
And I don't blame her.
You know, I was late my first day.
- I heard Sally died.
- Spencer was inconsolable.
And, you know, I couldn't leave him.
I just couldn't.
You know? I wouldn't do that.
So, here's my question.
Is that it? No second chance? Cold shoulder for the next 27 days? Or if I- If I'm early every day, and I work really hard and I kiss her ass, will she give me an honest shot? Don't kiss her ass.
Just work hard.
Sick shit you got in your house.
D.
A.
's ready to file, Kirby.
I am not a murderer.
I'm a fan.
- Of murderers! - Of the craft of murder.
- Ted Bundy your hero? - You went through my things.
- Hillside Stranglers.
Richard Ramirez.
Jeffrey Dahmer.
- You touched my collection.
- You went through my things.
- We went through all your things! - Every single thing! - What's on those tapes? - This is very upsetting to me.
- You drive your cab along Penn? Western? 63rd and Northwest Highway? - What are you doing with a scalpel? - That's a reproduction of the murder weapon used by Daniel Dwayne Demmeck in Ottawa, Canada, 1920 to 1934.
He committed living autopsies on 16 women.
You see that dark substance on the blade? Is that blood, Kirby? What are you doing with a bloody scalpel? How else a guy like him supposed to practice his craft? KirbyJet, super freak.
- You think he's our killer? - No vintage ties, souvenirs from the victims.
- I'm not feeling it.
- Well, Annabelle Whidbey had a tummy tuck two years ago.
I'm chatting with her best friend online.
- How'd that happen? - Annabelle had a wedding blog.
Blog had a Iink to her best friend.
The last entry was about the flowers.
White gardenias and white roses.
- Who was Annabelle's doctor? - Doesn't remember.
But his office was on Northwest Highway.
Hey, Henry's about to do our autopsy and I thought I'd take him up on his offer.
- See her scars? - Go for it.
Great work, Abby.
- Thanks.
- [Keyboard Clacking.]
- Can you believe that guy? - Daniel Dwayne Demmeck.
- Did he say "living autopsies"? - [Laughs.]
- You hear from Rhetta on the blood? - Not yet.
Abby got a lead.
Annabelle may have been Keiser's patient two years ago.
Ah, Kirby's been driving a cab five years.
- You really think he's our guy? - He works the target area.
Women are gonna trust a cab driver.
No alibi.
Guy's got a scalpel with blood on it.
You think he's our guy? We gotta check him out.
Look at these videos.
Yeah.
Abby and I are gonna stay on Keiser's office.
Uh, blood on the scalpel Is not human.
It's feline.
If he's not our guy, he's a serial killer in the making.
I went down to the evidence room to get the War Acres case.
I saw your name on the sign-in sheet.
You checked out Leon Cooley evidence two months ago and brought it back this morning.
- Correct, Detective Rodriguez.
- Did you see the suicide letter? - Yes.
- Leon Cooley was drunk.
But the girl he ran over wanted to kill herself.
She jumped in front of that car.
The prison guard he killed didn't want to die.
Maybe Leon Cooley should have never been in prison.
A sober driver would have hit that girl.
Doesn't matter.
He murdered a guard.
Maybe this could get him off death row.
One thing doesn't have anything to do with the other.
- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.
Earl wants you to help him, Grace- the man you killed when you were driving drunk! I am working a freaking serial killer case, Rhetta! Without my partner! The best partner I've ever had! And I am not gonna just drop everything and go to Leon Cooley! Besides, Leon Cooley is not dead! Because Earl helped you! You could be the one sitting in prison right now! And now the whole thing has come full circle! You can't ignore this, Grace! Weatherman's predictin' rain.
Still the silent treatment.
Job did the same thing.
Of course, he was a lot worse off than you.
Covered in boils and scabs.
Believed he was cursed by God.
Wouldn't say a word for seven days.
Outlasted him too.
Didn't give up on him.
Not givin' up on you.
God ain't forsaking you, Leon.
People care about you.
Gonna help you, whether you like it or not.
Hear what the press has named this guy? O.
K.
C.
Slasher.
What is this? [Ham.]
KirbyJet's got video from all three crime scenes.
Guy's sick.
Where are Grace and Abby? Tracking everyone ever been in Keiser's office.
Talking again to his receptionist, Pauline.
- Annabelle was a patient of his? - Yeah.
- The fiance didn't know anything about it.
- Check this out.
Donald Gilmore is the security guard who called in Luanne's car.
- That's the same company, right? - Shit.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
- You check out this guy? - Yeah.
No record.
Good employee.
ifhe's atJudy Woodlawn's crime scene In War Acres, there's no reason for him to be there.
Security guard.
Women would tend to trust him more.
Can't tell who's driving.
Gotta get this blown up.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hold on.
[Whooshes.]
We got him! We got him! - What do you want? - Like your hair, Pauline.
- Whose idea was that? - Why do you care abut my hair? - How are you ladies doing? - We're here to talk to Pauline.
This Is my boyfriend.
And we're gonna go see a movie.
So I can't talk to you right now.
Maybe your boyfriend doesn't mind missing the previews.
Detective Hanadarko, Officer Charles.
- Who are you? - Donald Gilmore.
What's the problem? [Pauline.]
They're Investigating the O.
K.
C.
Slasher.
They're bugging everyone I work with.
They think It's Dr.
Kelser.
Ridiculous.
- We went to your office.
They said you were home sick.
- [Cell Phone Rings.]
[Pauline.]
So I'm playing hooky.
Is that a crime? [Cell Phone Rings.]
You gonna get that, Detective? Yeah? Hey, we may have something.
This security guard named Donald Gilmore.
I know.
You'll have to get someone to cover for us.
What? Yeah.
Last interview.
Then we'll be back.
Yeah.
Pauline Hoover's house.
Come on.
Something's up with Grace.
Pauline Hoover's house.
Call me with an address.
Get a black and white over there.
- Maybe you can help us, Donald? - Oh, so now you're gonna start bugging my boyfriend? - You mind talking to us? - This Is police harassment.
- We're gonna go see a movie.
- You ever visit Pauline at work? Well, he comes and sees me all the time.
- What do you think about Dr.
Keiser? You like him? - He's okay.
- What do you mean? - I mean he's okay.
What are you saying, sweet face? He hates him.
He wants me to quit.
I'd feel more comfortable if I could see your hands, sir.
[Police Siren Wailing.]
[Chuckles.]
- [Abby.]
Gun! - [Pauline Screaming.]
[Door Opens.]
How'd it go? Fine.
Everybody's at Louie's waiting.
I think I'll call it a night.
- You okay? - Yeah.
First time you ever killed someone, Grace.
And now there's one less asshole In the world.
We could hang out at your place.
Order pizzas.
Make cheese dip.
Nah.
You have fun at Louie's.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm cool.
Really.
- Where's Grace? - Heading home.
- Is she okay? - I don't know.
[Footsteps.]
Don't tell me you're this piece of shit's last-chance angel.
No.
He belonged to George.
Lucky you.
Then why are you here? I was worried about you.
- It was a good shoot, Earl.
- Sure was, Grace.
[Door Alarm Beeping.]
- You left without saying good night.
- How'd you know I'd be here? It's what I would have done, after I got a babysitter.
You forgot something.
Watch the house.
- Mornin'.
- You crashing on my couch? Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck with Ham.
How come he wants you over so early? I don't know.
Where are my keys? I heard he found his way into a church on a North Carolina beach.
Yeah.
He called me drunk shitless.
He won't even remember it.
Shame.
He and God had it out.
Preacher though, he ain't too pleased about finding beer cans on the altar the next morning or cigarettes in the poor box.
- Knowing Ham, he left a 20 in there too.
- Well, $17.
62.
It was all he had on him.
Ham ain't the only man in your life needs you right now, Grace.
The other one's sitting on death row.
I only deal with one at a time, Earl.
Early bird.
[Door Closes.]
[Panting.]
[Moans.]
- [Barks.]
- Tell you the truth, I'm not sure.
I've been doing this a long time.
Well, forever.
- [Barks.]
- In doggy years, over a billion.
Your mom is one of the most stubborn willful, glorious, maddening unpredictable humans I ever been responsible for.
[Whimpers.]
Uh, here it is.
She ever look inside again? Just that once, huh? Well, Gus, let's see what she does now.
A man's soul depends on it.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You said 4:30, right? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
My-My new alarm clock didn't go off.
Come on.
- Shit, you look great.
- Finally sleeping.
Thanks for coming over.
You want some coffee? - Yeah.
- All right.
Nick, Bo and I went to North Carolina and packed up.
Rafe's wife and the kids, brought 'em back here.
- How they doing? - Rafe would be proud of'em.
I mean, he kicked me in the ass when- I'm coming back to work today.
You had to tell me that at 4:30 in the freakin' morning? [Alarm Blaring.]
- Oh, geez.
- [Alarm Stops.]
You know, I talked to Perry.
I'm gonna be partnering up with Butch.
I'm with a patrol officer working a 28-day rotation.
- Are you okay with that? - Shit, Ham.
No.
But if that's what you need, I'm gonna do it.
If my new partner's an asshole though, I'm coming after you.
- I need you to take a ride with me.
- Okay.
Can you give me a few minutes? All right.
[Shower Running.]
[Shower Stops.]
- So where are we going? - Place Rafe and I used to go to as kids.
I want to scatter his ashes at sunrise.
- I mean, Rafe would dig this, right? - What? This is Rafe- his ashes.
[Acoustic Guitar.]
[Man.]
So pretty and, oh, so bold Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road - She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" - Save me Am I gaining ground Am I losing face Have I lost and found my saving grace Thankful for the gift my angels gave me - You look good, partner.
- Ah! You look like Ham again.
Almost human.
You just want me back to give me shit? You gonna be drinking on the job, you might want to conceal that.
These are Rafe's ashes.
My share of Rafe's ashes.
- Place I was gonna scatter 'em is an apartment complex now.
- Owen Field, man.
Ah! Rafe would love that, man! Hey, any word from Bobby? - Nothing.
- [Grace.]
He's gotta be working some kind of fed task force.
A.
T.
F.
, F.
B.
I.
, ICE? No word? Zero? Zilch? - No word.
- [Kate.]
Welcome back, Detective.
- It's good to be back.
- You should move your stuff over to Bobby's desk.
Abby Charles Is gonna bejoining us for 28 days.
- Where Is Abby Charles? - She's late.
- She's late on the first day? - Yeah.
Please send Officer Charles to my office when she gets here.
No offense.
L- I don't like clearing out Bobby's desk.
Feels Iike we're Inviting something to happen.
Yeah.
Leave it, man.
I'll just bring a few things.
Put my stuff in a box.
You ever see the shit he's got in his desk? [Laughs.]
[Groans, Laughs.]
- What? - Yeah.
Ah.
You trust this that close to him? Hey, anything happens to this, I'm gonna be spreading your ashes with Rafe's.
[Kate.]
You got a female body, Heritage Hills.
What do you want me to do with Officer Charles after I have a word with her? Send her to me.
You guys take first on the scene.
Set up the perimeter.
[Helicopter Fiying By.]
- Hey, Grace.
- Hey, Henry.
[Police Radio Chatter.]
This is some serious shit.
What do you say, Henry? Breast was cut off after she died.
Saline implant's punctured.
Almost like he wanted to expose it.
Lividity doesn't match the body positioning.
- She was dumped here.
- She was displayed.
Hey, we may have an I.
D.
Luanne Grayson.
Husband reported her missing last night at 10:00 p.
m.
Guy came out for a morning paper, found the body.
You know, maybe we notify next of kin this time.
Take that off Grace's plate.
- New partner, you know? Kinda hard.
- Yeah.
- We got a vehicle to look for? - We got a BOLO on a G.
M.
C.
Grand Yukon.
- Check out these lookie loos? - [Scoffs.]
For entertainment? Well, I'm gonna get some names.
- What? - You live around here? You got an address? - Is your new partner Abby Charles? - Yeah.
Why? She's Ronnie's cousin.
Talked to her last night.
She was all excited about partnering with you.
Not excited enough to be on time.
Her wedding band has an inscription.
"All my love, all my life, Patrick.
Give me a minute, guys.
[Alarm Beeps.]
Sorry I'm late.
I'm Abby Charles.
- You have an accident? - No.
- You sick? - No.
- Someone die? - No.
Any other emergency stopping you from contacting Major Crimes and letting us know? - No.
- Then what's your problem? Whole squad knows you're late.
Knows you don't care enough first day working with them to be on time.
You care about them? We got a woman sliced open here.
You care about her? - What? No, no.
Are you crying? - No.
You don't cry at a crime scene.
Stop it, man! Come on! Okay.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
Okay.
Let's get to work.
How long you gonna pretend I ain't here? I know you're not asleep.
Explain something to me, Leon.
Explain why you asked your execution date be moved up.
I mean, you had two years before they even thought about a hard date.
Why you want to die In three months? Have you lost all faith? In life? In me? In God? So you ain't gonna talk? Ever? Benjamin's getting big.
Tall.
Fine-looking boy.
Smart.
And I mean really smart.
Doctor smart.
Supreme Court justice smart.
Right now he's trying to bulk up so he can make the football team next year.
You want to be around to see if your son makes the football team next year? Thanks.
The tie around her neck was made in 1963.
It's a Smitty's tie.
The company went out of business in 1980.
There's a whole community In the Southwest who blog about Smitty's ties.
- Why? - They're hand-stitched.
Legend has it Neil Armstrong left one on the moon.
A vintage Smitty's tie will run you about $500 on eBay.
- Shit.
Shit.
- What? Hit on VICAP.
Same exact M.
O.
- Where? - Right on the edge of O.
K.
C.
War Acres, four days ago.
Patrick Grayson had a whole search party and all their friends looking for his wife.
- He's on his way In.
- Guess what, boys? - [Butch.]
What? What's up? - We got a serial killer! - Whoa! - Whoa.
Victim number one, Judy Woodlawn, D.
O.
D.
1-5-09 blonde, 35, breast Implants left breast cut off, saline implant punctured, vintage tie no sexual assault.
As far as we know, our victim is number two.
Luanne Grayson, blonde, 38 breast implants, left breast cut off saline Implant punctured, vintage tie.
- Was she raped? - No signs of sexual assault.
He strangled her twice.
The tie was covering the second mark.
See the area between them? Petechial hemorrhaging.
He strangled her slowly.
Let her come back.
And then strangled her to death.
- What kind of knife he use? - I think it was a scalpel.
I compared the wound to the photos of the first victim.
Same instrument was used.
If you'd like to attend an autopsy during your rotation, my doors are always open.
- As are my bodies.
[Chuckles.]
- [Laughs.]
- Thanks.
- Okay, ladies.
See you later.
So what do you think? He's careful, organized, um- He's got something against blonde women with breast Implants.
Vintage tie is his signature.
[Woman.]
Uh, yes, sir.
Yes.
She's right over there.
Detective Walter Eakley, Detective Grace Hanadarko.
I knew this guy was gonna kill again.
I could use a cup of coffee, honey.
Sure.
- Abby Charles.
- Cream, three sugars.
- None for me.
- This case started In War Acres.
- I'll take the lead.
That okay with you? - Absolutely.
You take the lead.
I want to hear everything you got.
I'll show you mine, you show me yours.
When's the last time you talked to your wife? Last night, uh, a little after 5:30.
She called after she got off work.
- Where does she work? - Where does she- - Where is her work? - Harold's.
She had a yoga class.
Sald she was gonna stop at the store on the way home, to think about what I wanted for supper.
You know where she took yoga? Can you write it down? It lasts an hour from 6::00 to 7::00.
So I was expecting Luanne to call from the store, but she never did.
So I started calling her at around, um, 8:00.
Started looking for her about 9:00.
Called you guys at 10:00.
Luanne was last seen at yoga, West 61 st and Penn, 7:00 p.
m.
Her next stop was Sam's Market.
No evidence she ever made it.
Judy made it.
At 6:18 p.
m.
She used her credit card to buy groceries at Sam's Market.
Judy was single.
She worked at Chesapeake, 63rd and Western.
Luanne was married, worked at Harold's, and she lived in Edmond.
[Eakley.]
Yeah, Edgewater Village.
Found Judy's car at Mayfair Village.
Grocery bags still inside.
What about her body? Luanne was found in Heritage Hills.
[Eakley.]
A vacant field near Wiley Post.
Your crime lab's working our evidence.
A couple of fibers on the body and that's about it.
We got a couple of connections.
They work and hang out in the same area, both shop at Sam's Market.
Maybe we got a mammary connection.
Who did your girl's titty job? Dr.
Harrison Keiser.
His office is on Northwest Highway off Penn.
- When was her surgery? - When was her last appointment? She had her surgery last September.
Why is this important? We're trying to figure out if Luanne was killed by someone she knew or by a stranger.
I mean, was she troubled about anything? - Did she mention anything unusual happening? - No.
Would you say that she was aware of her surroundings? Would Luanne talk to a stranger? [Knocking.]
No.
I mean, if someone needed help or something Luanne might talk to them, but Luanne was careful.
[Eakley.]
He comes up behind 'em, strangles 'em with the tie.
Tie is a dead end by the way.
Vintage.
1960.
- You can find them on the Internet.
- All over on the Internets.
I'm starving.
You got some crackers around here, sweetheart? Walter, you can get your own damn coffee and your own damn crackers.
[Laughs.]
You're a feisty one, you are.
Do I have to apologize for that? No.
My goldfish died this morning.
Sally.
My son and I had her for six years and- She was a goldfish, but we loved her.
And Sally was dead this morning.
And it turned into a big scene.
And that's why I was late.
Why didn't you tell me that? "My goldfish died" isn't exactly an effortless atonement to proffer.
You sound like a lawyer.
Earlier you sounded like an F.
B.
I.
Profiler.
I'm taking law classes at night.
I want to be an F.
B.
I.
Agent, and a law background will help.
Luanne's car was impounded early this morning, Penn Square.
It's being towed In.
Butch and I are gonna talk to the security guard who called It In.
- Two-mile area.
Killer live there? - Work there? - We got Doc Keiser.
- Knows his way around a scalpel.
- I know.
- I know.
- I don't know.
- Yeah, I know.
- Any hits from the crowd at the crime scene? - Couple creeps.
- No shit.
- None of them had a record.
See you later.
Dewey and Darko.
You know you guys are legendary, right? - Ever heard of Darko and Emmett? - Yeah.
Uh, three years ago another officer partnered with you on a 28-day rotation.
- He ended up quitting.
- He didn't have it.
- What? - The heart of a cop.
I was on Pennsylvania.
I saw this car blocking the entrance to Penn Square.
I stopped to inspect the vehicle.
Found that it had a passenger-side rear-flat tire.
- Around what time? - What time was this? - It was at 3::11 a.
m.
- Besides that, anything unusual about the car? Negative.
I entered the parking lot looking for their security officer.
Located him in the southeast parking structure making his rounds.
We went back to disable the vehicle and mutually decided to call impound.
- What's his name? - You got a name? Lambert Wynn.
L-A-M-B-E-R-T.
Last name Wynn, W-Y-N-N.
What's going on with this car? - We're not sure- - It may be involved in a homicide.
- A homicide? - Maybe.
Listen.
We appreciate your information.
- Lf we need anything else, okay if we give you a call? - Here's my card.
- I wanted to see his reaction.
- Yeah, yeah.
Sorry.
Bobby likes to observe.
I do most of the talking.
- Grace and I like to riff off each other.
- Different styles.
Yeah.
Fascinating character study in entitlement and arrogance.
- He's an asshole.
- With an alibi.
It's kinda hard to sneak out of a nose job to commit a murder.
Killer's got a thing for implants.
And that guy put 'em in.
We gotta check out Dr.
Keiser's entire office.
Not only who works there, who cleans it, delivers shit.
He's got a thing for Smitty's ties too.
I'm I.
M.
'ing a guy who's got a Bethany's right next to War Acres.
Want to bring him in? Talk to him? Not yet.
He collects Beatles and J.
F.
K.
Memorabilia.
You know, other '60s stuff.
And he thinks I'm a 50-year-old waitress in Dallas.
- [Kate.]
Doc's alibi hold up? - [Grace.]
Yeah.
But his office and Sam's Market are our connections.
- How solid? - Not that solid.
Listen, if the killer is- is picking victims out of either of these places, the public's got a right to know.
We served a warrant on Keiser.
Keiser's lawyer called the judge.
The judge retracted it.
Keiser's not giving up his patient list.
Can we put both these women at Sam's? Judy, yes.
Luanne, no.
No sign of her on the store video.
All we got is that she was maybe on her way there after her yoga class.
We tell the media, it creates panic, women start carrying guns- - Killer changes his pattern.
- I hadn't thought of that.
Set up surveillance at Sam's.
Put more patrol on Penn.
- Who's got the first watch at Sam's? - You up for an all-nighter? I got a kid at home.
Paco and Gary can take it.
- How old's your kid? - Twelve.
- You 14 when you had him? - Sixteen.
Major Crimes ain't a 9:00-to-5:00 gig.
- I know.
I know.
I'll get a sitter from now on.
- I'm gonna head out.
Talk to Dr.
Keiser's receptionist.
See you tomorrow.
Okay.
Thanks for talking to me, Pauline.
If you think Dr.
Keiser killed those women, you are crazy, lady.
- I've worked for him for nine years.
- We gotta check it out.
Both women had work done at this office.
So what? That's the problem with cops.
They're always jumping to conclusions before they get the facts straight.
Anything comes up, give me a call.
Subtle, Earl.
[Gus Barks.]
[Radio Hums.]
[Woman.]
Advise situation after talking to R.
P.
- [Man.]
10-4, 1-Lincoln-24.
- Okay.
Let's get to work.
Okay, Gus-head, why them? They remind him of Mommy? - His girlfriend? - [Radio Chatter Continues.]
Maybe he paid for her boob job, then she dumped him.
How does he approach them? Does he know them? Luanne's car had a flat tire.
Judy's car was fine.
Your first serial killer.
He's enjoying this watching them die.
Take their last breath.
For that one moment, he's God.
[Knocking.]
Careful, Grace.
Evil's a force take you right under.
[Knocking.]
When were you gonna warn your own sister about the maniac killer hunting for blondes? - Shit.
It's on the news? - Buck and the kids are out of town.
Can I stay here tonight? [Screams.]
[Laughs.]
- You think this is funny? - You got no worries, Paige.
Killer's only going after natural blondes, Oops.
Wearing black pants.
This is not funny.
My girlfriends and I are scared silly.
- I told them I would talk to you.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Just tell them to be aware, cautious.
Don't go out alone at night.
The news said Sam's Market.
I shop at Sam's Market.
- Stay out of the produce section.
- Is that where he finds them? The tomatoes.
Didn't he strangle them with a tie? Yes.
What are you doing? Trying to get inside the killer's head.
Put that away.
Stop it! Oh, you are sick! [Both Grunting.]
Ow.
Ow! [Laughs.]
[Man On Radio.]
Code Red Dog.
Code Red Dog.
- 42nd and Kelly.
- Shit.
- What? What's happening? - I gotta go.
- Why? - Just stay here.
You're safe.
- Alone? - Lock the doors.
Change your pants.
Gussy! - Grace! - I gotta go, Paige.
- I don't want to be here alone.
- You're not alone.
You got the best protection in town.
Take care of Paige.
[Moans.]
[Siren Wailing.]
Guess who's blonde and staying at my house 'cause she's scared? - Oh, no.
- We have to catch this guy.
- [Both Laughing.]
- Hey, how's it going with Abby? Guys she worked with say she's a good cop.
I don't know yet.
Grace, let's look.
- Where's your partner? - She's gotta take her kid over to a friend's house.
- She's on her way.
- Any idea who leaked this to the press? - Yeah.
Hey, Walter.
- He's escalating.
Two kills, two nights.
Those boobs are too flabby to be fake.
Looks like my first wife's.
Yeah.
No plastic boobies.
- You in high school, man? Want to show some respect? - You got a problem? - Hey, chill, man.
- Everybody, chill.
You see the press behind us? - You really want to give 'em more of a show? - Oh! A patrol took a call a couple hours ago.
Guy report's his fiancee missing.
Annabelle Whidbey.
They were supposed to meet for dinner at 6:00.
She never showed up.
- [Cell Phone Rings.]
- Perry.
- Talk to me, Henry.
- She was alive when he cut off her breast.
I told you, he's escalating.
- How long's she been dead? - Two to four hours.
Hey, Grace.
[Man.]
We're gonna send out some more people.
What's with the tie thing? With ties and titties? Come here, Walter.
You talk to the press? - No.
- Bullshit.
What the hell, man? Why'd you blow the only leads we got? - You want the glory? The book deal? Why'd you do it? - Calm down.
I'm not gonna calm down.
I'm about to kick your ass! Sweetheart, you need to get your hormones under control.
[Gasps.]
- Time for you to go, Walter.
- I just got here.
Still, time for you to go.
I'm not- I'm not going anywhere.
- [Gasps.]
- I am sick of the stupid shit coming out of your mouth your disrespect, your lies.
So I'm gonna let go of you.
- And you're gonna walk off of my crime scene.
- And if I don't? - [Groans.]
- I'm gonna break your arm.
[Panting.]
Okay! Let me get this for you.
You like crime scenes, Kirby? - It's a hobby.
- Three crime scenes.
Three sightings of Mr.
KirbyJet.
Free country.
Most crime scenes are boring.
I rarely even go.
- These are special.
- And why are they special? Cap'n Crunch.
[Laughs.]
You get it? Serial killer? Where were you today between 5:00 and 7:00? - At work.
- Where do you work? Where do you work? I drive a cab.
Was the news right? Did the women get cut with a scalpel? Stand up, Kirby.
Stand up.
Get your head down.
He's got a damn camera in here.
You were taping the crime scene.
It's not illegal.
It's not illegal! Give me your hand.
[Footsteps.]
- What time is it? - A little after 7:00.
- Shit.
- I have a Red Cross charity breakfast, then some errands.
- Can I spend the night again? - How long is everyone out of town? They're in Argentina hunting big game.
Two weeks.
- You're not staying here two weeks, Paige.
- I'm scared.
I'm sorry.
Look at the paper.
It says the cops are waiting for him to kill again.
I look like I'm sitting around waiting for him to kill again? You put that there? No.
I haven't moved anything.
I haven't touched anything.
- Doesn't it give you nightmares? - That's gonna give me nightmares.
- Doesn't it give you nightmares? - That's gonna give me nightmares.
Where's my ankle gun? Holy crap, Paige.
You got my gun? You stole my gun? Are you crazy? Are you insane? - I'm scared, Grace.
- You hate guns.
You don't know how to use a gun.
I could use it if someone was trying to hurt me.
That's how you get yourself killed! Handle a gun when you don't know shit about guns! This is loaded, Paige.
You look to see if the safety was on? - You even know where the safety is? - Okay, okay.
I won't take it.
And you won't buy a gun today either.
And tell your friends not to buy a gun.
That's all we need.
I'm sorry I touched your gun.
Now what do you want for supper? Not that I'm gonna be going to Sam's Market.
Thirty-four A.
M.
Z.
[Muttering.]
- [Door Closes.]
- SweetJesus.
- Hey, Abby.
- Hey.
They told me you were down here.
- Can I talk to you for a sec? - Sure.
Grace does not like me.
And I don't blame her.
You know, I was late my first day.
- I heard Sally died.
- Spencer was inconsolable.
And, you know, I couldn't leave him.
I just couldn't.
You know? I wouldn't do that.
So, here's my question.
Is that it? No second chance? Cold shoulder for the next 27 days? Or if I- If I'm early every day, and I work really hard and I kiss her ass, will she give me an honest shot? Don't kiss her ass.
Just work hard.
Sick shit you got in your house.
D.
A.
's ready to file, Kirby.
I am not a murderer.
I'm a fan.
- Of murderers! - Of the craft of murder.
- Ted Bundy your hero? - You went through my things.
- Hillside Stranglers.
Richard Ramirez.
Jeffrey Dahmer.
- You touched my collection.
- You went through my things.
- We went through all your things! - Every single thing! - What's on those tapes? - This is very upsetting to me.
- You drive your cab along Penn? Western? 63rd and Northwest Highway? - What are you doing with a scalpel? - That's a reproduction of the murder weapon used by Daniel Dwayne Demmeck in Ottawa, Canada, 1920 to 1934.
He committed living autopsies on 16 women.
You see that dark substance on the blade? Is that blood, Kirby? What are you doing with a bloody scalpel? How else a guy like him supposed to practice his craft? KirbyJet, super freak.
- You think he's our killer? - No vintage ties, souvenirs from the victims.
- I'm not feeling it.
- Well, Annabelle Whidbey had a tummy tuck two years ago.
I'm chatting with her best friend online.
- How'd that happen? - Annabelle had a wedding blog.
Blog had a Iink to her best friend.
The last entry was about the flowers.
White gardenias and white roses.
- Who was Annabelle's doctor? - Doesn't remember.
But his office was on Northwest Highway.
Hey, Henry's about to do our autopsy and I thought I'd take him up on his offer.
- See her scars? - Go for it.
Great work, Abby.
- Thanks.
- [Keyboard Clacking.]
- Can you believe that guy? - Daniel Dwayne Demmeck.
- Did he say "living autopsies"? - [Laughs.]
- You hear from Rhetta on the blood? - Not yet.
Abby got a lead.
Annabelle may have been Keiser's patient two years ago.
Ah, Kirby's been driving a cab five years.
- You really think he's our guy? - He works the target area.
Women are gonna trust a cab driver.
No alibi.
Guy's got a scalpel with blood on it.
You think he's our guy? We gotta check him out.
Look at these videos.
Yeah.
Abby and I are gonna stay on Keiser's office.
Uh, blood on the scalpel Is not human.
It's feline.
If he's not our guy, he's a serial killer in the making.
I went down to the evidence room to get the War Acres case.
I saw your name on the sign-in sheet.
You checked out Leon Cooley evidence two months ago and brought it back this morning.
- Correct, Detective Rodriguez.
- Did you see the suicide letter? - Yes.
- Leon Cooley was drunk.
But the girl he ran over wanted to kill herself.
She jumped in front of that car.
The prison guard he killed didn't want to die.
Maybe Leon Cooley should have never been in prison.
A sober driver would have hit that girl.
Doesn't matter.
He murdered a guard.
Maybe this could get him off death row.
One thing doesn't have anything to do with the other.
- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.
Earl wants you to help him, Grace- the man you killed when you were driving drunk! I am working a freaking serial killer case, Rhetta! Without my partner! The best partner I've ever had! And I am not gonna just drop everything and go to Leon Cooley! Besides, Leon Cooley is not dead! Because Earl helped you! You could be the one sitting in prison right now! And now the whole thing has come full circle! You can't ignore this, Grace! Weatherman's predictin' rain.
Still the silent treatment.
Job did the same thing.
Of course, he was a lot worse off than you.
Covered in boils and scabs.
Believed he was cursed by God.
Wouldn't say a word for seven days.
Outlasted him too.
Didn't give up on him.
Not givin' up on you.
God ain't forsaking you, Leon.
People care about you.
Gonna help you, whether you like it or not.
Hear what the press has named this guy? O.
K.
C.
Slasher.
What is this? [Ham.]
KirbyJet's got video from all three crime scenes.
Guy's sick.
Where are Grace and Abby? Tracking everyone ever been in Keiser's office.
Talking again to his receptionist, Pauline.
- Annabelle was a patient of his? - Yeah.
- The fiance didn't know anything about it.
- Check this out.
Donald Gilmore is the security guard who called in Luanne's car.
- That's the same company, right? - Shit.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
- You check out this guy? - Yeah.
No record.
Good employee.
ifhe's atJudy Woodlawn's crime scene In War Acres, there's no reason for him to be there.
Security guard.
Women would tend to trust him more.
Can't tell who's driving.
Gotta get this blown up.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hold on.
[Whooshes.]
We got him! We got him! - What do you want? - Like your hair, Pauline.
- Whose idea was that? - Why do you care abut my hair? - How are you ladies doing? - We're here to talk to Pauline.
This Is my boyfriend.
And we're gonna go see a movie.
So I can't talk to you right now.
Maybe your boyfriend doesn't mind missing the previews.
Detective Hanadarko, Officer Charles.
- Who are you? - Donald Gilmore.
What's the problem? [Pauline.]
They're Investigating the O.
K.
C.
Slasher.
They're bugging everyone I work with.
They think It's Dr.
Kelser.
Ridiculous.
- We went to your office.
They said you were home sick.
- [Cell Phone Rings.]
[Pauline.]
So I'm playing hooky.
Is that a crime? [Cell Phone Rings.]
You gonna get that, Detective? Yeah? Hey, we may have something.
This security guard named Donald Gilmore.
I know.
You'll have to get someone to cover for us.
What? Yeah.
Last interview.
Then we'll be back.
Yeah.
Pauline Hoover's house.
Come on.
Something's up with Grace.
Pauline Hoover's house.
Call me with an address.
Get a black and white over there.
- Maybe you can help us, Donald? - Oh, so now you're gonna start bugging my boyfriend? - You mind talking to us? - This Is police harassment.
- We're gonna go see a movie.
- You ever visit Pauline at work? Well, he comes and sees me all the time.
- What do you think about Dr.
Keiser? You like him? - He's okay.
- What do you mean? - I mean he's okay.
What are you saying, sweet face? He hates him.
He wants me to quit.
I'd feel more comfortable if I could see your hands, sir.
[Police Siren Wailing.]
[Chuckles.]
- [Abby.]
Gun! - [Pauline Screaming.]
[Door Opens.]
How'd it go? Fine.
Everybody's at Louie's waiting.
I think I'll call it a night.
- You okay? - Yeah.
First time you ever killed someone, Grace.
And now there's one less asshole In the world.
We could hang out at your place.
Order pizzas.
Make cheese dip.
Nah.
You have fun at Louie's.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm cool.
Really.
- Where's Grace? - Heading home.
- Is she okay? - I don't know.
[Footsteps.]
Don't tell me you're this piece of shit's last-chance angel.
No.
He belonged to George.
Lucky you.
Then why are you here? I was worried about you.
- It was a good shoot, Earl.
- Sure was, Grace.
[Door Alarm Beeping.]
- You left without saying good night.
- How'd you know I'd be here? It's what I would have done, after I got a babysitter.
You forgot something.