Suspect Zero

Top that off for you, honey?

There you go.

What's in the case?

I'm sorry?

You're always lugging that case around. I'm curious, what do you sell?

I'm in restaurant supplies. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

You must travel a lot?

Whole country or just hereabouts?

- I don't mean to be rude, but... - How's your wife feel about it?

- What? - She must get lonely...

you gone all the time.

- Look, I... - Do you get lonely?

You miss fucking her, Harold?

Look, I don't know who you are, but you can't just sit down...

Did it myself.

Kind of a hobby.

Take a look at these pictures...

and you tell me if you see anything you want.

I've got lots more.

Would you like to see them?

Tell me, the jokes about the salesman and the farmer's daughter, they true?

Here. This one's my favourite!

Really says it all.

Wouldn't you agree?

You are sick.

It's a matter of opinion.

There's a rest stop next off-ramp. Pull into it.

- I have money, it's not a lot... - Nobody wants your money.

Just pull in.

Why?

Because I wouldn't wanna do this at 70 miles an hour.

Could be dangerous.

Agent Mackelway.

Welcome to Albuquerque.

Rick Charleton.

Miss Payton's the nice girl at the front desk.

She puts together a package for all the new agents.

Everything you need to know about the area...

help with finding apartments and such.

- This one's yours. - Okay.

- Gonna get it all set up for you. - All right.

Not that different from Dallas, is it?

No, sir.

If you need anything, just yell.

Thanks.

I'm Tom, guys.

- Nice to meet you, Tom. Don here. - Hello.

- I'm Bill. - Hey, Bill. Tom.

Tom, do you like Frito pies?

I don't know, Bill. I don't know what they are.

Welcome to the minors.

Here, let me do that.

- Thank you. - Sure.

- Don't know how to make coffee. - That's okay. It takes some experience.

Isn't there a Starbucks around here?

- That's a joke, right? - Yeah. Yeah, that's a joke.

So you're Mackelway?

Yeah, Agent Mackelway.

Katie Payton.

A fax is coming in for you. It's the room next door.

- Really? Fax for me? - Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

- No problem. Nice meeting you. - Yep.

Mackelway...

You gonna stand around all day, or you wanna do something?

No, sir.

Afternoon, Rick.

Looks like a robbery-homicide.

- Body is back over there. - You run the plates?

Fellow's name is Harold Speck, traveling salesman from T or C.

T or C?

Truth or Consequences.

It's a town, slick.

I'll write that down.

Hey!

- What the fuck are you doing? - What's it look like, bud?

You ever heard of evidentiary procedure?

Icarus case number 690.

Physicians in charge, Dr. Galin J. Peterson...

and Dr. Ferdinand Kovoskis.

Theta-wave entrainment for RV subject O'Ryan...

to be used with GPS for target management.

Session to commence in...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

Target number, write it now.

Focus.

Stay objective.

Smells like clove.

Okay.

Describe. Describe it.

Short, one word.

One word.

Draw the environment.

One target at a time.

One target at a time.

Draw the environment.

Draw the environment now.

Sir.

Sort of a stickler for procedure.

I imagine you would be.

Christ.

See it.

See it, draw it now.

Draw it now.

Draw it now.

Shoes are on the wrong feet.

All American Diner, Gallup, New Mexico.

- Passed that on the way here. - He had breakfast there this morning.

Starting off the bottom of the inning, Barry Matthews.

Got on base with a line-drive single his last at bat.

And he takes the first pitch high and inside for ball one.

Looked like Leonard was trying to get the breaking pitch inside...

but it just didn't have any break on it that time.

Agent Mackelway, we're over here.

I was gonna introduce you two, but I understand that won't be necessary.

Seems your former office decided we needed help...

so they sent us Agent Kulok.

- Hey, Tom. - Hi, Fran.

I guess we're gonna skip the tearful reunion.

Have a seat, Tom.

How are things in Dallas?

Wouldn't really know. I've been chained to a desk.

Okay, what do we know?

Picked up a footprint in the back seat. A size and a half bigger than Speck's.

Okay.

Wounds on Speck's throat indicate he was strangled from behind.

I think our guy was waiting for him in the back seat...

sprung this on him once the car was moving.

Lab picked up talcum traces along the edges...

consistent with powdered gloves. So he gets this dropped in his lap...

it spooks him, car ends up in the ravine.

That car was pushed to the state line.

The depth of the tire tracks...

footprints near the embankment.

That car wasn't going more than 3 miles an hour...

and it stopped literally on the state line.

Guy must have used GPS.

Why would he push it to the state line?

Same reason he did everything else, to get the FBI's undivided attention.

There's an association here.

You have a circle...

and a lidless eye that's always open.

Seeing.

Seeing.

Or making sure that we're seeing.

It's just a feeling.

He was a normal guy. You know, kind of quiet.

He liked to read fishing magazines, and he wasn't much of a tipper.

- Is that a lousy thing to say? - No, it's fine.

Could you tell us about the other man?

Like I said, I never really saw him.

Harold came up complaining about the guy...

but by the time I turned around, he was gone.

- Can you desc...? - Desc...

- Can you describe him, ma'am? - Oh, sure.

You could tell he wasn't from around here.

Did you see what he was driving?

You know, now that you mention it...

there's a Torino out in the parking lot with a real crappy paint job.

It's been here since last night.

We need a protocol for interviewing witnesses.

Fine. I'll handle it.

Always in control. Tell you something, Tom...

I want my life back, so I want this over quick.

So, what happened?

Your ring.

It didn't work out...

just like us.

So why are you here?

You vacationing in Albuquerque?

Oh, Tom, you sure haven't changed in six whole months.

Keys are in the car.

I don't need a babysitter...

so let's do it right this time.

Then don't make things so unnecessarily complicated again.

- Trunk's ajar. - You listening to me?

You think I wanna be down here? I'm not interested in hanging out...

and I'm not your babysitter. I'm your partner.

I didn't put you here, remember.

And I'm not going through this again with you.

Holy shit.

A circle with a slash.

- Dispatch. - I need help down here.

- What's your 20? - The All American Diner in Gallup.

Hey, Tom, got an ID on our body.

Barney Fulcher, age 50...

Sixth-grade teacher from Colorado. These plates aren't gonna help.

Forget them. This guy started in Oklahoma, left these for us.

Mrs. Speck...

I just heard.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know him well, but I think Harold was a more complex person...

than people realize.

He was, wasn't he?

I'm really sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

So it wasn't Fulcher's car?

Car was registered to a Daniel Dyson...