Longlegs

cuckoo!

There she is,

the Almost Birthday Girl.

Oh, but...

it seems I wore my long legs today.

What happens if I...?

All right, kids.

This is the part where you get to do the things

the grownups don't wanna do anymore.

Door to door, on foot,

knock-knock, "Have you seen this man?"

Just like in the movies.

Partners have already been assigned,

so no one gets hurt feelings.

Suspect likes to visit a certain kind of neighborhood.

He's a middle-aged Caucasian male

and not likely to go quietly,

so let's always assume he's armed.

We'll go alert and careful.

That's all.

Okay, well,

I am good to be the one who goes up and knocks,

if you wanna be the one who hangs back.

Harker?

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

That kid smelled like narcotics.

Harker.

It's that one.

What's what one?

3525.

He's in there.

What makes you say that?

I don't know.

We should call it in.

What? No.

No, we're not gonna call in a hunch

on our first day out doing this.

Just relax.

But I'll go take a look.

All right?

Lee, relax.

FBI!

Hi there!

Hi, I just wondered if you'd take a look at that for me--

Don't move.

I won't.

State your name an drank.

Special Agent Lee Harker.

Can someone tell me what I'm doing in here?

Special Agent Lee Harker,

are you ready to begin?

Ready to begin what?

State the first word that comes to mind

to accompany each image.

Are you ready to begin?

Yes.

Camera.

Table.

Legs.

Tiger.

Door.

Mother.

Father.

Piano.

A number has been generated

between zero and 100,

inclusive.

What is the number?

I-I don't know.

33?

A number has been generated

between zero and 100, inclusive.

What is the number?

Zero.

You a baseball fan, Harker?

No, sir.

Damn.

I need to talk to someone about my beautiful Mariners,

but...

Well, my wife's getting pretty good at faking it, so...

That's a slippery slope.

Damn, Agent Browning, that's cold.

I only work with what you give me, Agent Carter.

You beat that numbers generator eight times.

How'd you do that?

I also missed it eight times.

Hmm.

Half-psychic is better than not psychic at all,

I'd say.

Family of four lived in that house

for 12 years.

The Horns.

Nice people.

Dad taught college, coached T-ball.

Mom ran the church bake sale,

and then, two months ago,

they all get murdered inside.

Four victims,

but technically three murders and a suicide.

The father?

Yeah, he didn't do it halfway, either.

Stabbed his wife 61 times

before the blade snapped off the handle.

What about the kids?

What about 'em?

How many wounds?

You can read about it in the file.

You said four were murdered.

I don't understand.

Neither do we.

A letter was left with the bodies,

written in a coded alphabet,

and not in the hand of anyone

in any way connected to the family.

So...

We have ten letters like it,

made by the same hand.

Ten houses, ten families, over the past 30 years,

and all of them signed with one word...

"Longlegs".

Someone or something is making the fathers do it.

So far, we've been goddamned to figure out what or who.

I'm telling you, she's not ready forth is.

You got a better idea, Browning,

then you can run with it.

There you go, Harker,

take a nice long look.

Tell me your version

of what happened in Colfax with the shooting of Agent Fisk.

It's hard to explain, sir.

It's like something tapping me on the shoulder,

telling me where to look.

You identified a suspect's house,

with no prior knowledge,

no real indication that it was any way different

than all the cookie-cutters all around it.

Anything like that ever happen to you before,

Agent Harker?

From time to time, sir.

Well, maybe we'll just call you "highly intuitivet".

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Tell me what you see.

What do the families have in common?

That's a good question.

All the victim families

have daughters whose birthdays are on the 14th

of any given month.

But only the Horns

were actually murdered on that date.

Get to work.

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

It's...

It's my daughter.

It's... it's not my daughter...

Sir, who's not your daughter?

I gotta be quiet.

I've gotta be quiet.

Sir, where are you?

When she's sleeping...

When she's sleeping,

it's the best time to do it.

Do what?

When here yes are closed.

Sir, can you stay on the line with me?

Sir?

Hello?

Can you stay on the line?

Sir?

9-1-1. What is your emergency?

Help!

Harker!

You know, there's such a thing as looking too long.

I must have lost track of time.

I'm still thirsty.

Are you thirsty?

Come on, let's go for a drink.

You'll have to excuse me, I...

it's late, and I don't drink.

You don't drink, you're right.

I'll drink

while you tell me things.

Agent Harker.

Come on, bag it up!

Ah, thanks, Melissa.

Go ahead, Harker.

Well, there's no signs of forced entry.

In fact, forensics says

there's no indication he was ever in the house at all.

There's only the bodies of the victims,

and they've all been killed

with something from inside the house.

Two times, a shotgun,

both legally registered to the father.

Eight times, a knife from the family's kitchen.

Once, a hammer from the family's too"ox.