Medium

?i have to get out

?i'm turning to a reason????

?hey lover

?he suppose to followe me out

In a minute.

I was thinking of actually getting some showering done in here first.

In February, 1996,

the police in Portland, Oregon were no closer to finding

the so-called Suitcase Killer

than they had been 11 months earlier

when the first of his six victims was found--

dismembered and stuffed inside a suitcase.

They sought the assistance

of FBI criminal profiler Edward Cooper.

Cooper's insights led the police

to a failed dental student named Richard Gomez.

A search of Gomez's apartment yielded the bloody handsaw

that he used to dismember his victims...

During Gomez's trial... You better hurry up.

a bureaucratic error compromised the prosecution.

I'm getting pretty into this show, you might lose me.

The bloody handsaw was misplaced.

Civic employees scoured the evidence storage room

but they were never able to locate it.

Richard Gomez was acquitted.

Richard Gomez murdered those young women.

There's no doubt about that.

Seeing him walk free...

I'm not sure I can describe what that feels like.

To this day,

no one knows the present whereabouts of Richard Gomez.

The serial killer who scoffed at the law.

(man whistling "Strangers in the Night" )

Why'd you shut it off?

I was watching that.

(Joe whistling "Strangers in the Night")

Hey, songbird, you think you could keep the whistling down?

I'm trying to have a nightmare in here.

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Mommy, the syrup's cold.

That's okay, the waffles are hot.

Eat them both at the same time, you got warm.

Guys, when you're done, bring all your dishes to the sink.

Hey, what's Marie doing?

There's nothing on that channel.

Give me the remote.

No, Marie likes it.

And why can't she get to pick sometimes?

She also like smearing jelly all over her face,

but that doesn't mean we should let her.

So give me the remote.

You know what, give me the remote.

It's morning, it's breakfast,

it's way too early to be fighting over television.

It's way too early for television period.

Right, Mommy?

Um, why aren't you guys watching TV?

Daddy said no.

Hey, let Marie pick for a change.

Turn it up.

I had a dream about this guy last night.

Oh, yeah?

What's he got that I don't?

As an amazing reputation

as a criminal profiler for one thing.

I read this book in college for a criminology course.

Hmm...

And the dream?

It was about an old case of his from years ago--

Richard Gomez.

And the girl, the victim,

her picture's no where in here.

She doesn't look anything like any of the people in here.

Sorry. (chuckles)

That's okay.

I think I just decided to become a vegetarian.

Allison Dubois.

I'm sorry, you've reached the wrong extension.

Sure, I can transfer you.

Actually, I can see from here

the District Attorney's not in his office.

I believe he's in a conference.

Yes.

Sorry to interrupt... sir.

Allison, what?

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

I have a message for you. He said it was important.

He's only going to be there another half hour.

Uh-huh.

Um, oh, forgive me, I'm sorry.

Allison Dubois, this is Special...

Edward Cooper of the FBI.

I'm very familiar with your work, sir.

It's an honor to meet you.

And what is it you do for the District Attorney

that makes you so familiar with my work?

Uh, Allison was studying law and criminology

when she came to work for us,

and while she doesn't actually have a law degree,

she's proven to be a very effective resource when it comes to jury selection.

Pretty good with crime scene analysis as well.

I see.

Jury selection, huh?

Yeah.

Well, you must be a good judge of human nature.

Keen sense of intuition?

You might like to join us.

Actually, I need to return this call

and go over a few things with Allison myself.

Maybe we can reconvene back here in say ten minutes?

Edward Cooper! Oh, my God! Yes.

That's so strange-- I had a dream about him last night.

As you probably figured out by now,

Agent Cooper and his staff are going to be using the conference room

as their temporary base of operations.

They're in town on a case.

But to be honest with you,

I was sort of hoping

that you wouldn't run into each other.

Why?

I don't know. The man makes me very nervous.

Anyway, I know I don't really need to tell you this,

but we need to be especially discrete about what it is

you really do here,

and how you do it.

Hey, as long as I can sit in the room.

As you all know, three days ago

a jogger found the body of Diane Colquitt

on a path in Boyce Park here in Phoenix.

Diane was a 16-year-old prostitute.

Appears that someone picked her up,

drove her to the park,

and then strangled her with own underwear.

Every detail of Diane's killing matches a series

of murders the Bureau and I are investigating

up in Columbus, Ohio.

Four young girls dead,

all of them prostitutes,

all of them strangled with their own undergarments.

All of them found hands bound behind their back

with a sailor's hitch knot.

Every girl dumped facedown on a jogging path.

When was the last killing in Ohio?

Little over ten weeks ago.

So you're thinking that your killer migrated

from the Midwest to here?

Killers aren't immune to the cold.

They've been known to travel south for the winter.

This is a very preliminary

psychological profile of the killer.

It appears that he is threatened by women.

Based on the forensic evidence recovered

from the four Ohio victims,

we believe that he prefers to have sex with his victims

only after they're dead.

Has he left any bodily fluids behind?

Any DNA to work from?

No.

He's methodical about cleaning up after himself.

Extraordinarily thorough, which makes me suspect

he's had a lot of practice doing what he does.

I have an appointment with the coroner to personally examine

Diane Colquitt's remains.

My team and I will be there at 3:00.

Anyone from this office that would care to join us,

please do so.

I'm sorry to stick you with babysitting duty, honey.

Mommy called me at the last minute

to pick you guys up.

I got to get back to work.

We'll be okay, Daddy. Bridgette and I have homework

and Marie can just sit

with us and watch television. Police, fire, doctor--

all the numbers you need are on the fridge.

Look, it's your favorite show.

You have my cell phone, you have Mommy's cell phone.

One of us will be home by 5:30 at the absolute latest.

Daddy, I've got it under control.

Okay, we've got to find something better

for her to watch than this.

Back, back, back, back, back.

Huh, what's wrong, sweetie?

She likes the other one.

There's nothing on the other channel.

Back, back, back,

back, back.

Told you.

As you indicated on the phone,

the victim had been fairly well cleaned up by her attacker,

but we did pull this off her underwear.

It's dog hair.

Looks to me like something from the terrier family.

Her fingernails have been cut.

Someone wanted to be sure that we didn't find

any DNA under them.

This bruise on her shoulder

is probably from the killer's knee.

Perhaps forensics could analyze it...

(man whistling "Strangers in the Night")

...what the killer was wearing on the lower half of his body--