Let me help you.
Oh, I can get it. J-Just show me.
This one's been acting up all day.
- Then you shouldn't let people use it.
- You gotta really get in there.
Poetry, huh?
You really need to put
an "Out of Order" sign on it.
This is only half.
All right. Well, take the original.
I need the other half.
- The Xerox guy's gonna have to clear it.
- Then call one.
That's my property.
I'm not leaving without it.
The bodies were dismembered,
stuffed in trash bags,
and spent between two and six weeks
in the Hudson River.
None of the six victims
was ever identified.
Cause of death never determined.
Police were able to trace,
uh, the articles of clothing
to a fetish shop on Christopher Street
that catered to the leather community.
And there's the Lambda tattoo.
Maybe he was a Greek scholar.
Paul Bateson frequented the gay bars
in the Meatpacking District,
but police could never connect him
to the bodies.
He was only convicted for one m*rder
because he called a journalist
and confessed to it.
The final victim, Addison Verrill.
Who was not dismembered
and stuffed in a bag,
so why should we talk to this guy
if we don't even know he did these?
Because he told a friend
he was the Bag m*rder*r.
And that he liked to k*ll.
Isn't someone who practices S&M
already equating arousal with v*olence?
- He's just a step...
- S/M.
The correct terminology is S/M.
Sadomasochism.
Not "sado and masochism."
S/M is primarily the exchange of power
between a dominant and a submissive.
Pain and v*olence are just two types
of currency within that exchange.
There's also humiliation, fear,
sometimes even tickling.
Tickled to death? Whole new meaning.
The fact that one of the victims
wore a dog collar
makes me think our guy
likes to be in charge.
Well, due to the condition of the bodies,
we have no evidence of how he k*lled
or whether S/M was even one of his MOs.
Who else would prey on guys like these?
They were into the same stuff,
and he gets off on going too far.
Well, this isn't just a case
of someone who occasionally
crossed the line of consent.
This is a practiced, organized k*ller.
Dismembering and disposing
of the bodies without witnesses?
I mean, that takes planning
and commitment.
Well, there's no denying
his victim pool
is specific to what gives him
sexual pleasure.
- But they're low-hanging fruit for him.
- I'll say.
He's accepted in their environment,
and he knows how to lure them.
They actually want to be tied up.
So you're saying his victim selection
is about opportunity.
I'm just saying
that it would be interesting
to find out how essential
his sexual practices were
to how he k*lled.
And why.
You know, was sadomasochism...
just a convenient way
for Bateson to find his victims,
- or was it fundamental to his...
- That's Atlanta.
It's the police commissioner.
As Jackson said, we would like to applaud
the decision made
by the Department of Justice
to open an FBI investigation
into Atlanta's missing
and m*rder*d children.
Director Webster has assured me
that the bureau will coordinate
with our own task force
and make their abundant resources
available to our city.
We've already been to Atlanta once.
We've done the background work.
The vice president's placing
the highest priority on this.
I don't want us to look like we're running
a research project down there.
Absolutely not.
We're there to get convictions.
All right, Ted. I'll call Wyman,
tell him we're sending the BSU
instead of that third canine unit
he wants.
They better be house-trained.
And on a short leash. You have my word.
That was...
Director Webster.
The president doesn't want child m*rder
lingering over his first 100 days,
so he's throwing George Bush at this.
The director wants to be sure
the bureau comes out smelling good
to this administration.
And it came down to us or Lassie.
Essentially.
Holden, I'd like you there
as soon as possible. Bill,
you can fly out Monday,
right after the directors' retreat.
Webster's going out on a limb.
He needs to understand who we are,
have assurance in what we can do.
Yes, sir.
We're budgeted through the end,
so pack accordingly.
They're following 17 cases.
That could be a while.
If Webster's involved,
he's going for closure.
We want to be part of that.
Go do what you do, but as we've learned,
our methods are not always
gonna be received
with unbridled enthusiasm, so...
Play nice.
Play smart.
Bill.
We will be okay.
Yes, sir.
How are we supposed
to fulfill Gunn's expansive vision
if he keeps sending you away?
This time it comes from the very top.
Well, I can select support staff,
but I can't recruit and train agents.
I need to be back in town every Friday
for some things with Brian.
I'll spend the afternoon here,
do what I can.
You and Gregg take Bateson.
Keep the interviews going.
You're going to leave Holden alone
three days a week?
He's down there on his own
till Monday as it is.
Gunn wants me at the directors' retreat.
I mean, last time he managed
to get you tossed out,
and you were with him.
I'll call Jim Barney.
Ask him to be Holden's wingman
till I get there.
It's three days.
Exactly.
Nance?
Back here! Jeez.
Want some dinner?
There's spaghetti and one chicken leg.
No, I'm bushed.
How's Bri?
He's fine.
How was your day?
Super.
How super?
It was fine. Um, hand me that bag.
Thanks.
Is it that bad?
Three times this week.
If he wets again tonight,
I'm throwing them out.
I got cheapies.
- Jesus. Brian hasn't wet the bed for...
- Three years and five months.
Believe me, I remember.
Today I found him playing
with his baby toys.
Three Men in a Tub.
It's like he's going backwards.
Just when he was getting
some independence.
Suddenly, I'm potty training again.
Let's talk to Dr. Moritz tomorrow.
- Maybe it's part of the process.
- Oh, I haven't packed you yet.
But your suit's back from the cleaners.
It's okay. I'll pack.
Don't worry about it.
Oh, have you spoken to Gunn today?
Bill, you need to take time off.
Brian needs you. I need help with him.
Honey, I just found out today:
after the retreat,
I have to go to Atlanta.
We've opened an investigation
into the murders there.
I don't have a choice.
Okay.
Look, I'm coming home every Thursday night
for the Friday appointments.
I'll stay all weekend.
- Every week.
- I said okay.
You say there's nothing you can do, so...
the decision's been made.
My biggest complaint
is I can't get to the Joffrey.
But prison dried me out.
I was draining two bottles of vodka a day
till I lost my job.
You were a radiology technician.
Until I was an usher in a p*rn theater.
Now I'm sober, work out every day.
And mostly they leave me unsupervised.
Actually, I'd appreciate
a little more discipline.
How did you meet Addison Verrill?
Sitting at the bar at The Anvil.
We were doing poppers.
Started talking p*rn.
He knew them all.
Appreciated the good ones.
Good ones?
Anybody can roll a camera
on a piece of muscle
plowing some bottom raw.
I can catch that live at The Tunnel.
But there's an art
to letting things happen
in the right rhythm.
Finding that bond in v*olence.
You watch any p*rn?
Bonding in v*olence.
Is that how you prefer
to relate to people?
On a deeper level, probably.
- Love is v*olence. Sex is v*olence.
- Is it?
Every interaction is v*olence,
it's just a matter of scale.
How much of something do we want to feel?
Does it feel good
when your lover takes your hand
and you didn't expect it?
Does it feel better
when he grabs your nipples?
Twists them?
What did Addison think about v*olence?
Full into it.
The films he liked, the things he said.
I could tell.
Is that why you picked him?
- No, we pick each other, don't we?
- But he was your type.
No, not really.
Usually, I don't like swishes.
They give us all a bad name.
Addison was holding court at the bar.
He could've left with anyone,
but he stuck with me.
That was nice.
When you went back to his apartment,
had you already decided to k*ll him?
No.
We smoked some weed.
Drank some of his Scotch.
Had lots of sex.
He liked it rough.
That's how they knew it was me.
When I called that reporter,
I told him the couch
and rug were covered in Crisco.
Police hadn't figured out what it was.
What happened after?
I hadn't come down yet.
He asked me if I wanted a joint.
I hit him with a skillet,
and then I stabbed him.
Was that the natural conclusion
of an arousal experience for you?
The "rough" sex that you had,
did it build in intensity?
- Was...
- Sure.
You always wanna have somewhere to go.
Pain is the release.
The fear...
that's what you want to play with.
So, was k*lling Addison
an extension of the sexual v*olence?
No, we were done.
Wore ourselves out.
You can only go for so long.
Then why did you k*ll him?
It... It wasn't a...
soul act for him.
I was looking for real connection.
Was The Anvil
a place that you had found
a real connection before?
No.
But there's always that moment...
where something might turn
into the real thing.
It just didn't.
That's what we're all looking for.
Connection.
When you went out,
were you a dominant or a submissive?
- Those days, I was a total top.
- Those days?
I started off as a bottom. Most do.
That's... how you learn what to do.
What a bottom wants to feel.
How far you can go.
So you were practiced at finding
that moment when things could turn...
into nothing or into connection,
or perhaps into deeper v*olence.
The Bag Murders,
six leathermen dumped in the Hudson
in garbage bags.
Do you think that the person
who k*lled those men
could've been experimenting?
Seeing how it felt to go too far?
They keep trying to get me for those.
Gay guy into leather.
- So imaginative.
- It's more than that.
You also worked in a hospital.
You had some training in anatomy,
access to medical instruments.
I wasn't squeamish
if that's what you're asking.
- But I wasn't a surgeon.
- You did confess to a friend.
You... actually told him, verbatim,
"I like to k*ll."
Ugh. God...
We were all so f*cked up at the time.
The cops actually said if I confess,
I would do less time on a plea deal.
- Less time?
- Crazy, right?
They just want to say
they closed the books.
Keep the queens happy.
But I got news:
the queens want this to be
some uptight straight guy.
Why would they care who it is?
Perceptions matter
when you're an "aberration," Anita.
We can't be seen as eating our own.
Do you think it was an angry straight guy?
Leathermen can smell a straight guy
a mile away.
No one would go anywhere with him.
Clubbers are looking for guys
who know what they're doing.
So the k*ller would be experienced.
He'd be cruising for the guy...
that wants exactly what he wants to give.
He's watched a thousand guys,
gone home with hundreds.
Feeling for the right pulse,
the right quickening of breath.
He's looking for the guy
that just wants it.
Nobody wants to die.
No, but some want to feel
what it's like to almost die.
They let you go just a bit further.
Might even beg you.
And that would excite him?
Of course.
So he would know the victims,
may have been with them intimately before.
Why waste time on an unknown?
And then what would he do?
And then...
he works 'em.
Hard.
Until there's a connection.
What sort of connection?
Well, that's the mystery.
It's trust with fear.
Complete vulnerability.
He lets the master take him
just across that line.
How?
How would he k*ll him?
How long would he take?
What would he use?
What marks would he leave?
Everyone in the scene's
into their own thing.
You'd have to ask him. Alan.
- Yeah.
- I'm ready.
All right. Let's move him out.
Only your k*ller would know that.
Good morning.
Holden.
Jim!
This has grown.
Looks like they've narrowed it down
to half the city.
They're all over the map on this.
Smells like desperation.
We got a real lead last night.
You should hear it.
A whole generation of n*gro wiped out
with each one of these dead kids.
You'll find the last one
in the woods by Sigman Road.
And you can count on another one
every month from now on.
Sir, can you give me
the exact location of...
Sir? Sir?
I can't say.
They all sound the same to me.
Just meanness.
Sorry to make you listen to that.
Thank you, Beverly.
Y'all still looking for my Earl?
He'd be 11 now. Might be taller.
Yes ma'am.
You can be sure we're lookin'.
Call came in last night.
Staked out a three-mile stretch
of Sigman Road overnight...
nothin'.
First light, put in search teams
on the ground and in the air.
We have agents questioning
known Klan members in the area.
We'll find the body, but,
uh, Jim here says
you might be able to help us
find the caller.
- You won't find a body.
- Oh, I'll find it.
Got 250 searchers working grids,
canine units.
There is no body. He's not your man.
- Excuse me?
- It might be the same caller
as the Terrell case,
but he's not your k*ller. It's a hoax.
You can tell me that
by listening to a tape once?
Same tape we've been listening to
since midnight?
Think about it.
The entire purpose of organizations
like the Klan is to sow terror.
Why would they wait
until number 18 to claim responsibility?
Young man, I've been dealing
with the Klan my whole life.
Sometimes their only purpose
is to k*ll whatever black person
they can get their hands on.
I have no good reason to doubt this
just because it's not
what you want to hear.
But then why call the police,
not the press?
We've learned from Berkowitz,
the Zodiac... they want a story.
Lasting mythology.
To find that,
they go straight to the press.
It makes the police look like
they're the last to know.
That sounds like a grand theory,
Agent Ford.
Like you put a lot of thought into it
in the two minutes
we've been standing here.
But I'm operating on the actual fact
that five days ago...
Lubie Geter, number 18,
was dropped off at a mall parking lot
to sell car deodorizers.
He never came home.
His mama calls me twice a day.
Besides him,
I got four other boys still missing...
numbers six, eight, twelve, and fourteen,
in case you don't wanna remember names.
And this call is the only lead we got.
Are you coming?
Brian...
can you tell me
why you took the boys to the house?
Was it because the baby was crying?
Did you think you could make him
feel better in the house?
It's okay, Bri.
You can talk to the doc...
Do you remember the boys holding the baby?
Did you think
they were trying to help him?
To make him stop crying?
It's best for them to know
no one will answer for them.
I understand.
Is it necessary
to make him remember everything?
Well, it may be uncomfortable for us,
but it allows him
to relate to his feelings
in an accepting environment.
His teacher says
Brian isn't participating in class
and has no interaction with his peers.
- You spoke with Brian's teacher?
- Miss Leland did a class visit.
- What she observed...
- Excuse me.
She was in his class?
Caseworkers have no obligation
to inform you of school visits.
Have you noticed changes in his behavior?
Brian has started wetting his bed again...
on occasion.
Almost every other night.
Even one event tells us a lot
about a patient's progress.
Like what?
What does it tell us?
- Well, secondary enuresis is most...
- Secondary what?
Uh, enuresis. Uh...
Bed-wetting subsequent
to successful toilet training.
The most common cause
is psychological trauma.
He's sleeping with his baby toys,
things he hasn't touched in years.
Emotional regression can also be a marker
for processing extreme distress.
- Is there anything else?
- He's been sucking his thumb.
I'm prescribing a low dose
of desmopressin for the bed-wetting.
You want him to take a pill?
It's important
he doesn't develop behaviors
that place him
in a regressed emotional state.
And you need to set limits.
If he wets the bed,
make him responsible
for washing the sheets.
Isn't he gonna think
we're punishing him?
Well, you're helping him
to deal with what he experienced
instead of displacing it.
Brian never mentions it.
The other day we drove by the house
where it happened.
He watched it go by, and he blurted out,
"I want pancakes."
Is trauma really what's causing him
to wet the bed?
Isn't it possible that making him come
to a doctor's office once a week,
having some woman show up
at his school and stare at him,
- giving him pills...
- Nance.
...isn't it possible that those things
are making him regress?
He's reminded every day
that he's not normal.
If he was at home,
doing the things he used to do...
Kids get over stuff. They forget.
Mrs. Tench,
children do not simply forget trauma.
No one simply forgets.
Let me get that for you, sir.
- Hey, thanks.
- A pleasure, sir.
- I'm with the bureau retreat.
- Yes, sir.
Bill. You're just getting here?
Cutting it close.
I wanted to clear off my desk
before leaving town, sir.
The judge's plane took off late,
so you get a little reprieve.
The judge?
Director Webster was a judge
before his appointment.
He prefers his judicial title, which,
in rules of protocol, takes precedence.
He is a man who appreciates pecking order.
Good to know.
The judge's advance.
Gentlemen, how long?
Pulling in now, sir.
- There you are.
- Thank you.
It's good to be king.
Yes, it is.
The schedule has you in for an hour,
but keep it to 40 minutes.
And... maybe lose the jacket and tie.
These retreat symposia
are 90 percent retreat,
ten percent symposia.
I'll buy you a little time.
- Judge.
- Ted, great to see you.
- You already got a round in.
- And Wyman owes us all a drink.
- We'll cut you in.
- Mm, okay, then. Gentlemen.
Brian.
Brian, your sandwich is ready.
Brian?
Brian?
Brian!
Brian!
Adele!
Have you seen Brian?
Brian?
Brian!
Did you hear me calling you?
Go on, honey.
Go on.
You can go play with her.
Come on, Paige.
It's time to go.
Come on, honey. Grandma's waiting for us.
Brian, we don't stare. Remember?
It's impolite.
Look at me.
I need you to come home...
so we can...
- Delta Sector, report.
- Chief Redding, I feel like we...
Delta Sector report negative.
...sector report negative.
Sir, chopper needs to refuel.
He suggests suspending for the night.
All sectors, all sectors, suspend.
- Y'all start coming on in.
- Copy that.
- No body.
- Come on, bring it in, guys!
- That what you wanted to hear?
- Let's go!
No, sir. It's not.
It's bad if you don't find one.
Worse if you do.
I wanted to say,
I feel like we started off wrong.
- You could say that.
- I only meant we don't wanna waste our...
your resources on every tip.
Over the past year,
I've pulled children's bodies
out of creek beds, woods,
vacant buildings.
Chief,
we'll be opening the road here
- as things clear out.
- Roger.
We have thousands of acres
of untended property.
When we get any lead
that narrows it to one road,
I have no choice but to take it.
We've learned things
about how these types of K*llers think.
We can anticipate them,
focus on their next move
instead of just reacting.
We have a meeting Monday morning
with all the jurisdictions.
You have a way to narrow things down,
happy to hear it.
Now I have to go brief the mayor.
sh*t.
Stay back!
Chief Redding! Chief Redding,
has there been another body found?
- Did the FBI initiate this search?
- We heard about a phone call.
Did you find a body?
I have no statement
at this time.
Was there a body found?
Did the FBI call for this search?
Will the FBI work with APD,
or are you running your own investigation?
Any leads? Any suspects?
Any more leads?
It's a local case, Ted.
It's gotten national attention.
The bureau responding to this
is like a tail wagging the dog.
Agent Tench,
you're going down there.
What can your unit bring to this case?
Well, sir,
we'll be looking for connections.
We think some of these cases
may be linked.
Sir, the work these guys are doing
is groundbreaking.
They've interviewed Manson.
Manson's crazier than a shithouse rat.
Can we really learn
from someone like him, Agent?
We've also interviewed
more cogent subjects.
Such as?
Ed Kemper.
The Co-ed k*ller.
- Beheaded ten college girls.
- Well, six actually.
But he did k*ll ten people.
What was he like?
To talk to?
Well, he's 6'9".
Oh!
So he could be a little intimidating
to sit across from with no guard,
no sidearm, no cuffs.
But you have to develop a level of trust.
One day, we brought a pizza in
and had lunch with him.
We're dividing slices
while he's telling us
how hard it is to sever a head.
And this guy has hands
like catcher's mitts,
and he's sitting three feet away.
How did he do it?
How did he k*ll 'em?
He picked up hitchhikers,
drove them to a wooded area,
and then stabbed and strangled them.
Then he r*ped 'em
and cut off their heads.
And then he r*ped the heads.
Why decapitation?
He collected them...
as trophies.
Kemper was the first to make us see
these K*llers develop
a sickening personal signature.
And we're learning these offenders
start having fantasies very young.
They practice: dolls, animals.
That escalates.
I dealt with my share
of criminals from the bench.
Most of them were bad from the start,
even as kids:
runaways, loners.
They never fit in.
I always said when I had a juvenile
I knew was bad,
I wish I could put him away for life.
You could just see it
in their eyes.
Gentlemen,
they keep a well-stocked humidor
behind the bar
that I turned a blind eye to.
Shall we?
- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.
It's late. What time is it?
It's almost 10:00.
I just called to check in on you.
How's Brian?
Fine.
Now.
What do you mean, "now"?
He got out. I... I couldn't find him.
Got out?
I went door to door.
Finally found him in the park.
He was staring at this child. Just...
staring.
But he scared me.
What do you want me to do, Nance?
Nothing.
Everything's done.
I just... wanted to tell you.
Honey, I don't know what to say.
How about,
"I'm gonna take time off to help"?
You know I can't do that right now.
I know.
You have to work.
I just...
honestly don't know
if I can do this alone, Bill.
You're not alone.
I have to go to sleep.
Hey, sit down.
- Whiskey, please.
- Sure thing.
I still want to hear about Manson.
Make it a double.
"Do you find yourself getting so lost
in your own thoughts
that you ignore
and forget your surroundings?
All the time.
Some of the time.
Occasionally.
Never."
- Wen.
- Huh?
Should I answer for you?
I think I have a good sh*t at this one.
- Where'd you get that?
- Found it on a bus.
- Ew.
- Come on, it'll be fun.
I'm gonna mark that one as...
"some of the time."
Uh...
"Is it difficult to get you excited?"
Oh, you should probably answer that one.
Come on, you have to take this seriously,
or the results won't be accurate.
I find it kind of difficult
to take a Myers-Briggs test seriously,
especially one that has a panty liner ad
on the back of it.
I should just focus on this.
Come on.
There's only a couple left.
"Do you find yourself
initiating conversations?"
- Yes.
- Really?
Yeah. I initiated conversation with you.
Because you wanted to f*ck me.
I initiate conversations all day.
Oh, an interview's not a conversation.
You know, whose test is this?
Yours or mine?
I'm just trying to get to know you.
It feels a little like you're trying
to get to correct me.
Well, would you rather tell me
about whatever it is
that you're burying your face in?
I'm sorry, ask me another one.
No.
Come on.
Tell me about what you're reading.
It's the, uh...
It's the Bateson interview.
- Okay.
- Mm.
It's just a fine line of giving them
enough attention
so that they'll engage with you,
but also being able
to steer the conversation.
And when it's over
in just a few minutes, it...
Wasn't worth the effort?
He was surprisingly forthcoming
in the beginning.
He answered every question,
even volunteered information.
But when I got to the questions
I really wanted to ask,
he just walked out.
So he rope-a-doped you?
- I don't know what that means.
- Rumble in the Jungle?
You know, when Ali
let George Foreman punch himself out.
Yeah. Sure, he, uh,
"rope-a-doped" me.
Oh, I'm sure he had plenty of practice
leading people down the garden path.
No, I should have seen it coming.
I mean, I've been studying manipulators
- my whole career.
- Oh.
On paper.
No, I'm... I'm just saying
that you... you don't have to be an expert
at everything the first time.
Huh.
It's just a bit disappointing.
Another sad chapter
in the epidemic of child murders
unfolded today in Rockdale County
where the FBI conducted
an unsuccessful search along Sigman Road.
Channel 2
has been unable to confirm reports
that a man called in a tip
about where a body could be found.
The FBI and police had no comment.
Meanwhile, the search
for 14-year-old Lubie Geter continues.
That's it for us tonight.
It's 10:30.
Do you know where your children are?
I always want you present
in the local room
where my reporters and Mr. Wallace Cook
can drink you in constantly
as a warning against fakes!
Agent Ford.
Tanya.
Hi.
I thought that was you.
I saw you'd checked in,
for a while it looks like.
Until it's over.
I was expecting you sooner.
I came the moment they opened
an official FBI investigation.
And...
you should know we've moved
beyond looking into the families.
I came down specifically
to refocus the APD's efforts.
I saw on the news
someone called about a body.
He a suspect?
I can't say officially, but...
A man calls to tell you he did it,
you may want to consider him.
I'm not at liberty
to discuss details, but...
my unit is here to focus on
- what we consider most probable.
- Most probable for each child?
They all got different things going on.
Some of them hustling jobs here and there.
Carrying groceries, running errands.
A few of them
might've gotten themselves into situations
- they didn't know were dangerous.
- What does that mean?
You looking at where these kids work?
Parking lots, drive-throughs?
I'm sure we will.
Our most recent was seen
selling car deodorizers outside a mall.
Lubie Geter.
Right.
Not all of 'em have
car deodorizers to sell.
They do whatever they can.
What do you mean? dr*gs?
There's dr*gs, panhandling.
Some kids learn to steal little things
and sell them.
Folks have been saying
that a few of these boys
could be selling themselves.
These kids are 11, 12.
Every kid is told
to watch out for strangers.
Most have no idea
how dangerous some strangers can be.
All I'm sayin' is...
...you all should be looking
at those people too.
This is the Omni. Tanya speaking.
How may I help you?
Absolutely. One moment.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
What do you know about child prostitution
in Atlanta?
I know it goes on.
The same as any big city.
It's not something I've dealt with,
but I can ask Atlanta PD.
Why?
I need files on known pedophiles
in the greater Atlanta area.
Sure. We can look into that.
It looks like greater Atlanta
just walked in.
Gonna be interesting
to see how they take to us.
There's no reason
for them not to want our help.
Bill!
Hey!
Good to see ya.
Welcome, Bill.
This is us.
Sorry to miss first day of school.
What are we starting with?
We're about to walk into a meeting
with the county chiefs.
Chief Redding wants our advice
on how to focus the investigation.
Sounds good.
For instance, David Berkowitz, Son of Sam,
told us he was compelled
to go back to a specific site
where he had k*lled before.
To physically relive the experience.
You interviewed Son of Sam?
We did.
So the theory is,
instead of trying to cover all of Atlanta,
we concentrate on where we believe
the k*ller may return.
We'll deploy teams to canvass
previous abduction and dump sites,
narrowing our scope
to these higher probability areas.
Go back over all the ground
we've already covered?
Neighbors may have seen someone
returning to a scene.
Maybe something was moved or left.
Y'all are assuming it's one suspect.
We got 18 cases
spread all over kingdom come.
So many murders in the same age
and socioeconomic range
is highly improbable
without at least some being linked.
That how we're gonna proceed, Chief?
Seems like we're ignoring
a lot of possibilities.
Nobody's saying rule anybody out.
But let's focus our manpower.
Chief, this kind of focus means
recanvassing 18 abduction and dump sites,
plus reinterviewing dozens of witnesses.
Gonna really stretch your manpower.
We can use academy recruits
to fill out the teams.
Only way we'll be able
to even half-ass it.
Based on this,
I'm redeploying today's search
to a previous dump site...
Redwine Road,
where we found Milton Harvey's remains.
Assemble your teams.
See if this amounts to anything.
- Thank you, Chief.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Thank you, gentlemen.
Remember Earl Terrell?
I'd like to work his case.
He's still missing, but I think
we could do more than we did for him.
Of course. Mind if I round out your team?
Think I'll join the Chief
at the dump site.
Okay.
So he was last seen
at the pool across the park.
It was a long time ago,
but do you remember him?
I seen him.
Him and a couple others.
You recall seeing him last summer?
Yeah. Lots of times.
Are you out here on your porch
two days a week?
- Three?
- Well, if it's hot,
I'm out here every day.
So in the summer, I see everybody.
Sometimes... them kids head down...
that house there.
- The brick house?
- Mm-hmm.
And sometimes they go to Elsie's. There.
- That yellow house?
- Mm-hmm.
Ma'am, are those glasses prescription?
These are my readers.
For my stories.
Anything else you told the officers before
could be helpful.
Weren't no officers come here.
Ain't nobody ask us nothin'.
Thank you, ma'am.
You've been very helpful.
- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.
There's no car at the brick house.
Elsie's first.
That's the third person we've talked to
within one block
of where this kid disappeared,
and not one of them was interviewed.
Starting to think there's a lot
that's dropped through the cracks.
We called and told them
Earl came by the day he went missing,
but nobody came askin'.
He was looking for Albert,
but Albert wasn't home, so Earl, he left.
Albert, get in here.
Tell 'em about Earl.
Him and Lubie come over to play sometimes.
I wasn't here.
Lubie Geter?
- He and Earl knew each other?
- Yeah.
Earl act sometimes
like Lubie's big brother,
take him around and stuff.
Where would Earl take him?
You know, just around.
Do you know where else
Earl might have gone that day?
It's all right, baby.
They with the FBI. You can tell them.
See?
You wanna hold it?
Anybody else
Earl might have gone to play with?
They used to hang with Pat-Man.
Does Pat-Man have a last name?
Won't do no good.
He was... uh, one of them.
One of them?
He was right before Lubie.
His real name was Patrick Rogers.
I didn't like him comin' around here.
He too old for these boys.
Anything else you can tell the men?
Excuse me, the ME's heading out
to Redwine Road. They found something.
Thank you so much, ma'am.
Let's get the address for the brick house.
Guys, these remains
are less than 100 yards
from where Milton Harvey was dumped
13 months ago.
He's returning to the scene.
What's the press doing here?
Get down there and set up a perimeter!
This is now a crime scene.
Forensics show up yet?
We don't have a body retrieval unit.
Recruits will collect any evidence.
It's not Lubie Geter.
Been out here too long.
But it could be
one of the other three still missing.
Earl Terrell was wearing shorts
when he disappeared.
What do you got?
I found these close to the road.
A tennis shoe, one cigarette butt,
and a couple of p*rn mags.
- p*rn?
- Yes, sir.
Gallery and Penthouse.
There's tire tracks, a heavy vehicle,
near where we found 'em.
- Body! Body!
- Body!
Come on! Body!
Get this stuff into evidence bags
and get some gloves.
Yes, sir.
We need to get
a real forensics unit down here.
Three bodies at one site.
It's one guy. And this is his graveyard.
Well, lucky he had a prior.
Never would have traced the prints
off those magazines.
A plumber.
Runs his own business
out of his rented home.
Short rap sheet.
- One incident of petty theft.
- What kind?
Clothing? Personal items?
Tires.
Seemed like he needed a set of 4
when he was 19.
No, uh, prior as*ault.
No history of racial v*olence.
Sound like our man?
Wait a minute, this guy's Caucasian.
Doesn't change anything
if we can tie him directly to a scene.
We should at least follow up on that.
Those magazines are
adult women, not black children.
Even if the labs are positive for semen,
it supports nothing.
Holden, we have three bodies
within 100 yards of each other.
There's no doubt
the unsub's dumping them there.
I'm just saying, before we drag in...
Pickett Yarborough,
he's not who we're looking for.
Did we run his car?
White 1975 pickup truck.
No police-type vehicle.
No, but utilitarian.
You could keep a hunting kit
without drawing suspicion.
We could surveil him.
If he smells us at all,
he'll destroy evidence.
We need to get warrants.
Search his house, his truck.
I think we should bring him in.
Even if it's just to rule him out.
Jim, you're familiar with DA Slaton,
are you not?
Slaton's third generation law.
He ain't by the book,
he is the book.
Excuse me, gentlemen,
we're closed for an event.
We need to speak
with District Attorney Slaton.
If you could point him out to us.
Uh, I'm sorry,
we're a private institution.
I'm happy to let Mr. Slaton
know you're here, mister...
Special Agents Tench, Ford, and Barney.
Excuse me a moment?
Mr. and Mrs. Peteet, right this way.
Well...
enjoy your evening.
Mr. Slaton is making an address
at the moment. Excuse me.
Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, right this way.
I apologize.
If you gentlemen could just wait in...
wait in here,
I'll ask if he can see you afterwards.
Thank you.
Mr. and Mrs. Trambley.
We're only going to get Slaton's ear
for a minute.
I'll call and see if the labs are back.
It's been my pleasure to serve
as chair of the fund drive this season.
I told the board,
I can't string two notes together,
but I know good music when I hear it.
Our symphony stands up
against any in the country.
New York, Philadelphia, you name it.
Music lover. Who'd have thought?
But no cultural organization
can flourish...
without benevolent donors like yourselves.
You are the very lifeblood
of the arts in Atlanta.
Yes, my wife wrote that last part for me.
But it's absolutely true.
These musicians are a credit
to their community,
to our city,
and to the great state of Georgia.
So please, give generously...
and enjoy your evening.
Thank you.
Labs are back.
No blood, but definite seminal fluid.
Gonna be a hard sell.
I'd hoped
since you gentlemen thought it necessary
to pull me out of my wife's event,
which took three months to plan,
you'd have a more compelling argument.
Sir, if I can explain our methodology.
I'm an evidence man, Agent Tench.
You have no eyewitness account,
no relevant priors,
no evidence directly tying this man
to any of the bodies.
Sir, these types of crimes
are sexually motivated.
The men who perpetrate them
are compelled to repeat the crime...
or to relive the sexual satisfaction
by going to crime scenes
and feeling that relief again.
Finding three bodies over time
and a clear-cut scene
of self-gratification
at the same remote site...
We're concerned that if we merely surveil,
the suspect will destroy the evidence
you'll need to prosecute.
As intriguing as that sounds,
I've never issued warrants
based on radical psychological theories.
My constituents trust
that I will protect their rights
against unlawful search and seizure.
Lubie Geter has been missing for six days.
We've got no leads
and the clock is ticking.
I'll grant your warrants.
But I want no press.
None.
This must remain absolutely silent.
Understood.
- It's okay.
- No.
- Baby, don't worry about me.
- What's happening?
- It'll be all right.
- Don't touch me.
It'll be fine, baby.
- This is a mistake.
- Don't you touch me!
Honey! Honey, please just tell me,
what's happening?
Don't you touch me.
- It's okay, baby.
- Hon... Honey?
Honey, please come back.
He can't know we've got his truck
until we get him in the room.
Hey!
- Send him around the block.
- Go ahead. Circle around.
I don't know, guys.
Who's going first?
Nobody for a while.
We ought to at least start working
through the timeline.
He might have a string of alibis
for all we know.
We found it's best to let them wait,
especially at night.
If this is the guy,
it's the best way to break him.
Where are we with him?
Commissioner.
How confident are we
he's our perpetrator?
We won't know until we get in there.
Well, let's start working on him.
The longer we keep him,
the more likely
someone will get wind of this.
Slaton said he was very clear with you.
This is
about setting the right conditions,
creating leverage with the subject.
We may only get him once
in this state of mind.
If we get nothing from him
and this hits the papers,
this will be our second public setback
in a week.
We should put as much effort
into law enforcement
- as we do managing perceptions.
- Holden.
Right now,
we better put together a statement
because looks like they got hold of it.
sh*t.
I'll let them know
it's an ongoing investigation.
We're in the process of ID'ing bodies.
I don't think so.
How does the press find out
everywhere we go?
I don't know,
but I hope we find something
in that f*cking truck.
I cannot comment on the individual
at this time,
other than to say
that we have issued a custodial warrant.
No charges have been issued.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we will keep you apprised.
♪ Lunatic fringe ♪
♪ I know you're out there ♪
♪ You're in hiding ♪
♪ And you hold your meetings ♪
♪ I can hear you coming ♪
♪ I know what you're after ♪
♪ We're wise to you this time ♪
♪ We're wise to you this time ♪
♪ We won't let you k*ll the laughter ♪
♪ Oh! Oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
- ♪ We can hear you coming ♪
- ♪ We can hear you coming ♪
♪ No, you're not gonna win this time ♪
♪ Not gonna win ♪
♪ We can hear the footsteps ♪
- ♪ We can hear the footsteps ♪
- ♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Out along the walkway ♪
♪ Out along the walkway ♪
♪ Lunatic fringe ♪
♪ We all know you're out there ♪
♪ Can you feel the resistance ♪
♪ Can you feel the thunder? ♪
♪ Oh no! ♪
♪ Hey! ♪