06x01 - Blind Spot

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In New York City's w*r on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Let go of me! You tell me you're not gonna get on touch with me.

Matching wings?

Lame.

- Heidi, listen! - We're done, Enrique.

And you can keep your cheap delicatessen flowers.

Hey! Don't you walk away from me! Heidi, I'm talking to you! You okay, miss Conington?

I'm fine, Steve.

- Hey, you like this guy, Heidi?

- Last chance.

Enrique, get your things out of my apartment! You mean your daddy's apartment.

I posted an ad online.

I'm selling it all.

Your stupid weights, your CDs.

Get them or forget them.

Come on up.

It's open.

Law & Order CI "I'm not your little girl anymore.

" Ambassador Conington, please, could you That's the last thing she said to me on the phone.

Heidi wanted me to know that she was finally washing him out of her hair.

This boyfriend, that's his stuff?

Ex.

It had to be Enrique.

He's a med student.

Jagged cuts to the clothes.

A dozen s*ab wounds.

The med student, he should have books.

There are no medical books.

This is not scalpel work.

Hmm, more like t*rture.

Revenge?

You smell that?

It's, like, a scent.

A body lotion, rose petals.

Hmm, but not a young woman's scent.

It's Pierre Leritz.

My aunt Grace used it.

So did the k*ller.

Oh, god, I tried to step in.

They were fighting.

He threw flowers at her in the gallery.

She waved me off.

- Like it was no big deal?

- Well, it wasn't.

I mean, they like to go at it, then make up, then go at it.

Yeah, I know.

In front of everyone?

Well, you know, his line of work I'd say he liked to be watched.

I might have his email from some group email that Heidi sent out.

She was always mailing little titillations.

Was it a med school address?

Med school?

Uh, no.

No, that's wrong.

Enrique was an underwear model.

He looked like one, or Heidi told you that?

Rest in peace, this is why I disliked Heidi.

She was the "rub it in" kind.

You were jealous of them?

She said the makeup sex was worth the break-ups.

He was a hunk.

Well, you don't have to be jealous anymore.

Look, I know cops aren't big on psychology.

Yeah, well, as a rule, we like to talk about g*ns.

So their last fight?

She made fun of his cheap delicatessen flowers, right?

The ones that he threw at her?

Okay, maybe at a painting, but it's the same message.

Uptown girl, inner city guy.

Uh-huh.

- She rubs his nose in it.

- Yeah, uh Do you see where I'm going?

Uh, like it's a class thing.

- Like a class thing.

- Yeah, I got that.

Med school was a story for her mother's benefit.

Yet she paraded Enrique here so her friends would know she hooked up with a latino underwear model.

Oh, the modeling thing Um, I wanted to show you these couple photos.

You see, she plays to the camera, he plays to her.

Does that seem off?

Actually, they brought Enrique in.

Time to find out who he really is.

This Enrique k*ll the ambassador's daughter?

We're not sure.

- You're not or your partner's not?

- We're a team, captain.

I appreciate your loyalty, but your partner has a rep for over-thinking.

Does he?

It took me a long time to get here.

And I'm sure it took you a long time to get to Major case.

You're senior partner.

Two things I need you to remember.

Number one, keep him in check.

Number two, keep me in the loop.

Clear?

I love her.

I'd never hurt her.

She, uh, threw you out, right?

On the street?

She was selling your stuff?

That had to make you angry.

She's high strung.

We always make it right.

Oh, right, okay.

Always make it right.

Maybe this time it was different.

It can be scary, you know, when someone goes away.

Especially someone you love so much.

Just between us, I was worried.

So you left your stuff so you'd have to deal with her again?

Right.

Is that a crime?

I mean, what, what did she say I did?

Where were you last night?

Let me guess, home alone.

I was home alone.

Ten minutes till he confesses.

First he'll have to remember he did go someplace.

The movies or Yankee stadium?

Oh, last night, I was, um I was at Yankee stadium.

Would you tell me what she said I did?

Oh, my god.

Is this real?

You tell me.

Enrique, where were you last night?

I was on a date.

With Lantana, my, my ex.

I was just trying to get my mind off of Heidi.

I didn't want to tell you 'cause I thought she would find out.

He didn't want the girl who dumped him to know he was cheating.

Beautiful.

Good interview.

Hold him till his ex confirms his alibi, and then street him.

What I said.

I'm supposed to keep an eye on you.

Oh, well let me know if I can help you.

So his ex Lantana confirmed he spent the night.

He called her Heidi by mistake and she couched him.

He's on a roll.

You got something?

Heidi's mom said Heidi was selling Enrique's stuff online.

Take a look.

"To hell with my boyfriend, buy his stuff dirt cheap!" It's pretty easy for someone to email a high bid and arrange a pickup.

So the guy that she buzzed in wasn't coming for the CDs.

He was hunting.

Morgue.

Sorry, we're backed up.

July in New York, the k*lling gets easy.

Are these s*ab wounds?

My guess, old sewing box pinking shears sharpened at the point.

There's a progression from nicks to full-fledged deep wounds.

So his rage built up as he went along.

We noticed a scent, a lotion.

Pierre Leritz.

Also old school.

Found traces in the folds of her labia.

She was allergic to it.

Any semen?

No, but signs of penetration with a foreign object.

She wouldn't own a lotion she was allergic to.

The k*ller brought it.

Part of his tool kit.

The scent was part of his ritualized sadism.

You recognize this.

Not the scent, but the shears and the binding.

It reminds me of a case study from A copycat?

Or the original picking up where he left off.

Either way, it's not his last.

Was that not the worst movie you have ever seen?

Stupid.

It's so pretentious.

What about that bald actor?

It was unbelievable.

I hope I never see him again.

And you can totally pick next time.

All right, you're opening tomorrow, right?

/ Yep.

- And I can't call him at all?

- No! / Okay.

Jenna / I won't, I won't.

Thanks.

Bye.

Same saw tooth pattern on the clothes.

A lot more s*ab wounds.

You know, the first girl, Heidi, he, he k*lled her in her apartment.

He left her there.

He was cautious.

This woman, he kills her, he takes her with him, dumps her outside.

I guess he's getting confident.

You know, he's coming into his own.

She's Jo Gage, roommate of the second victim.

Came in to ID her.

Your partner always that informal?

Well, it turns out they knew each other from when she was a girl.

Yeah?

He babysit her?

No, Goren was sergeant Goren back then with CID in Korea.

Jo's dad was one of the first criminal profilers.

Gage.

Not Declan Gage?

They met when FBI loaned Gage out to advise on a serial m*rder*r in Korea.

He mentored Goren.

Before Gage had his meltdown.

And after.

Jenna went to see a movie.

She went with, um, Amanda.

They co-manage that big video place on st.

Marks.

She never made it home.

- Was that unusual for Jenna?

- Very.

She didn't drink.

No players.

Some geeks at work.

But no one I'd make as a psycho torturer type, you know.

These photos, they're horrible.

You don't miss t*rture.

Jo's Declan Gage's daughter.

When Jo was a kid, she was a better profiler than I am now.

Speak of the devil.

What's he doing here?

He's in town for a seminar.

He came for his daughter.

Bobby.

Oh, Bobby.

It's been too long.

Too long.

Hi, dad.

I'm fine.

Of course you are, Jo.

I would've gotten a vastly different message if you weren't.

So what do we have, huh?

What do we have?

Binding, multiple wounds.

Saw toothed cuts on clothing?

Go on, go on.

Actually, don't.

Uh, I appreciate your expertise, Dr.

Gage, but it's an ongoing investigation.

Uh, it may have been going on a lot longer than you imagine.

The M.

O.

is similar to the Sebastian killings.

- '87 to '92, right?

- Yeah.

We're all familiar with that case, Dr.

Gage.

Going after my daughter's roommate when I happen to be in town, it may not be a coincidence.

I need a word with my detectives.

Why don't you comfort your daughter?

I need the room, boys.

Look, maybe Deakins let Gage run all over this place.

Captain, I haven't seen Dec in, - I don't know, ten years, sir.

- Good.

Make it another ten.

He's not welcome in my squad room.

He's only here to pick up his daughter.

I saw his concern.

He knows squat about this case and already he pins it on Sebastian.

he's a white whale.

There are similarities between these murders and the Sebastian killings.

He botched that case, now he wants his rep back.

He didn't botch it.

He sold out his whole FBI team by leaking info to the press.

He was trying to flush Sebastian out.

And instead, he drove him underground.

Twelve unsolved murders over five years.

Top notch work.

Look, he finished Jo's interview.

He can take her home.

Yeah.

Fine.

Any word from the ME?

Stacked up.

We can take a run at Jenna's video store while we wait.

She walked me to my door.

And then, Jenna didn't come in today 'cause she got m*rder*d?

Can you open another register?

Anyone bother you or Jenna at the movies or on the street?

No, no.

Look, I know when I'm feeling funny on a New York street.

Nothing.

I know this is tough.

I'm sorry.

The security cameras, they're working?

I guess.

Look, it's no one who works here.

We're way too slacked back for that.

It might be a customer.

That creeps me out.

We can send a squad car for you when your shift ends.

It's Declan.

He wants to see me.

Uh, I'll wait for the tapes.

- Keep it short.

- Uh-huh.

I, uh, put Jo up at my club so she shouldn't be alone.

Look, if anyone can deal, it's her.

You know, she washed out at Quantico.

I told her, no disgrace, but, uh here.

I, uh, summarized my notes.

On Sebastian.

You, uh, heard from the ME?

I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

Sorry.

- Tell the ME.

- Declan Here's what he should look for.

Body cream.

Pierre Leritz.

The detail I, uh, didn't publicize when I went public.

You ahead of me?

Sebastian lathered it on.

Something maybe his mother used on him.

- And he was aroused by her touch.

- Yeah, most likely.

Except Sebastian struck every five months, and this guy twice in a few days.

Hectic flush.

He may not be sleeping.

May need to keep going till he's caught.

Why, after 15 years?

Maybe he was arrested on some other crime.

Uh, met a masochistic partner in prison, uh, uh, met his needs till now.

Um Come on, play.

You know, the captain thinks he's your white whale.

Now he's ours.

It's Eames.

I gotta go.

If you're worried, Bobby, about the student surpassing the teacher, just block it out.

You'll be the student redeeming the teacher.

Video store late at night, every guy in there looks like a serial k*ller.

They're all too young to be Sebastian.

If it's him.

Copycat could be young.

Gage, he told me that Sebastian used Pierre Leritz lotion.

Copycat couldn't know that.

I didn't mention the case to him.

I didn't say a word about it.

I just listened, he talked to me, pleaded with me to redeem him.

I'm sorry.

No one's paying any attention to Jenna.

Fresh start in the morning?

You go.

I got a second wind.

What's the matter, Polly?

The ME report, same lotion was used on Jenna and the ambassador's daughter.

They were tortured with the same shears.

Signs of penetration, but no semen in either victim.

Do we know whether Sebastian Sperm was found at all Detective, here.

Rage & video supplied a list of their customers during Jenna's last shift.

Jeffries and I, we ran it through the BCI.

Five popped with records.

Minor as*ault, fear b*at, possession.

You stayed up all night for this?

Look, why don't you go upstairs, bunk out for around an hour, okay?

Where's your partner?

Call her.

Tell her to get in here.

I've been with your partner.

All night.

We're having a great time.

- Sebastian Sebastian's got Eames! He's got Eames! Jeffries, see if SID can back into this text message.

- Captain! - What's going on, detective?

I got a text message from Eames' cell phone.

Sebastian, he's got her.

Fill in the chief of Ds.

Call the borough task force.

Put all hands on standby, officer taken.

Last time you saw her?

Uh, here, 2 A.

M.

She drives home.

He takes them near their homes.

Put it on the radio.

My squad, Major case, weapons and vans, sirens, flashers, 27 Beach crest.

Let's move.

Clear! Clear! They're not here.

He took her with him like Jenna.

You know, he's outsmarting me.

He's taunting me.

Like Declan said he would.

- Detective - Watch out for the blood.

You know, if this is Sebastian, nobody knows him like Declan does.

Okay.

Declan.

For now.

You have to start by accepting the worst possible outcome.

No.

/ Sebastian is a classic anger-excitation k*ller.

Highly ritualized t*rture and degradation sessions.

Eames is dead.

Accept.

By dreaming of an outcome we know is impossible, we become his fool, his pawn.

Serial K*llers do not personalize.

You taught me that! This one does.

You're barely sleeping, Bobby.

Come on, look, look, look, get, get into his head.

Become him, the way I taught you.

It's Jo.

At first it was my partner, next is your daughter, Jo.

Good, good, good.

I like that.

I told her to wait at the club.

We'll set a trap for him with Jo.

You can detach yourself like that?

Like, you can use her as bait?

Unwittingly, she is.

Come on.

What makes a man lose his edge, Bobby?

On the ground, now! On the ground, now! I'm on the job! I'm on the job! Okay, it's okay.

He's one of us.

Bobby Goren, Major case.

Back off.

Back off.

Found it.

What is that?

It's Eames' phone.

We traced it.

Get up.

I, I have no idea how that got in there.

- Where is she?

- It's Sebastian.

He planted it.

It's brilliant! We found Eames' car keys in his room.

He's playing me through you.

Eames is dead?

Where is she?

Where's her body?

Where is it?

You can't possibly think it's, what are you, you're losing it, Bobby.

You're losing it! Okay.

No, I'm sorry.

Hey.

All right, hypothetically hypothetically, where would Sebastian put her body?

All right, Sebastian's tortured and degraded her.

How can he continue that even beyond death?

Come on, Bobby.

Get in his head.

I'm there.

He would use her body for maximum humiliation of NYPD.

He would bring her body in to the to One P.

P.

garage.

- Good, I like that.

- No, no.

Security would've reported any car coming in with Eames' parking permit on it.

No, not if he brought her in there before our alert.

He left her for us in the car.

Plate LMN-678.

I repeat LMN-678.

We got it! Up here! - Waiting for the b*mb squad.

- It's my partner.

Give me that.

Body! Who the hell is she?

Fascinating.

You found Eames' car at at One police plaza.

There was a body in the trunk, but not Eames'.

- Who then?

- Amanda Shin was the third victim.

Co-worker of your daughter's roommate.

I see.

I see.

So he wants to torment you.

Shock you when you open the trunk.

His, his next move Goren, this is a waste of time.

Charge him.

I'll announce Dr.

Gage's arrest.

All right.

All right.

I'll help you find Eames' body.

But I want Jo here, safe until Sebastian's caught.

Fine.

Till he's caught.

He's humoring me, Bobby.

From now on it's, I work only with you.

Like the old days! No, no! The old days are over, Declan! They're over! I'll lawyer up.

Your daughter's here.

Yeah.

Why haven't they charged me?

I told them that you might have a psychotic break, then we'd lose you.

Good play.

New theory.

Eames is alive.

Based Based on what?

Where is she?

Exactly.

Sebastian leaves his victims to be discovered.

The whole NYPD's looking for her.

She should've turned up by now.

All right, so he's keeping her alive.

- Why?

- Leverage.

Or sadistic pleasure.

Torturing her, and you.

Humiliating me.

The, the sadism, the leverage, he would've gotten in touch with me by now.

Oh, he should have, which may mean he can't.

What's the time line for last night?

Come on, come on.

Amanda, the, the girl in the trunk, the first wounds were midnight to 2 A.

M.

The lethal wounds weren't until dawn.

- Breasts intact.

No trophies.

- Hey, cut it out! It's that gap.

At 2 A.

M.

It's when he could've went to get Eames.

Multiples, He brings Eames back, kills the other, dumps her off, then something must have interrupted.

My phone call to you.

I mean, that's why you never came back.

Did you ever come back?

So she's she's trapped?

Bobby, everything I've taught you about profiling, everything you know about me at all, says it can't be me.

That's why it could be you.

I'm tired of it! Where is she?

I have no idea.

Help me! Help me, please! Please, help me! NYPD.

Please, help! Help me, please! Please! Bad dog! Away from there! You look like hell.

Five minutes.

She'll probably conk out in four.

What?

That sound?

There was a curtain.

Where he kept me.

There was a young woman on the other side, screaming.

He tortured her all night.

Amanda.

The video clerk.

He blindfolded me.

And kept me blindfolded, but he took my gag off.

He wanted me to scream, so I didn't.

That's what kept you alive.

I'm sorry.

You didn't recognize his voice?

Not a word all night.

Okay, he didn't want Eames to recognize his voice.

You know that doesn't make any sense?

Why would he care?

Look, if he knew he was gonna k*ll her here k*ll her here.

Right here.

At this work table.

You know, this room is, um it's both too much and not enough.

There's no sense of Declan here.

He's a professional.

He knows about fingerprints.

Yet he let himself get caught with Eames' cell phone.

Ask him why when you take his confession.

You got your partner back.

Now you're gonna have to let your mentor go.

Yeah, captain, about Jo, he's gonna need her too.

You told her that I wanted her to stay, huh?

I didn't even have to.

You were right.

She wants to be there for him.

She's inured to the horror of what he's done.

Sorry to switch horses, Dr.

Gage, but - This time - I understand.

Bobby's skills seem to have eroded.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to He's so intimidating.

- Tell me.

- Very good.

First, of course, keep an open mind.

We are here for the truth.

That is all.

When I interview a serial k*ller, I always say that right up front.

- You've done a lot of those.

- Thousands.

- Each one has its own arc.

- Each one has its own arc.

Even so, no matter what the k*ller has done, there is almost invariably one element they have in common.

No one has ever listened to them.

To their story.

So I do, I sit with them, no matter how long it takes.

But I don't ask them about the crime.

I ask them about their life.

Their childhood, their, uh, first memories, their mother's touch.

Uh, dreams they had when they were a kid.

I find a way Don't worry, Jo.

He's not gonna confess 'cause he didn't do it.

How do you know?

The hairs on the gags and the binding, not one of them matched to him.

So you're gonna get him back, Jo.

So he's gonna be okay?

How much time do you spend with them?

It's unconditional.

Five, six, ten days.

I find a way into them.

I sit, listen to their story.

Then, in the end, they, they feel a relief of being understood.

A relief of being understood.

And then we get to the truth.

I envy you having a dad like him.

He was more of a father to you.

And his K*llers, than he ever was to me.

He wanted a son.

He raised you on his own.

- How old were you when your mom - k*lled herself?

Seven.

And that's tough.

So was yours.

He told me about your mom, your dad.

He said you could've gone either way.

Either way?

Certain homes, he says, are like potential labs for serial K*llers.

Or crusading profilers.

You know, your father and I, we just talked about this.

Add in the mix lack of empathy, and early exposure to v*olence - You just talked about this?

- Last night.

I asked him if he thought there could ever really be a true woman serial k*ller.

Some profilers think it's just a matter of time.

Take a young girl at her sexual awakening.

Link her arousals to images of v*olence.

To t*rture them, the k*ller had the work table set low, and then this pulley system to lift the lightweight victims.

Also, the k*ller never spoke to Eames, and I was wondering if she was trying to hide her gender.

What did Declan say?

Well, he called me an imbecile.

In that tone.

I asked him, you know.

He he doesn't think that a woman could can achieve those heights, or the depths that that men do.

I remember your home.

I remember all these, uh, horrible, gruesome stacks of photos there everywhere.

I organized them for him.

I catalogued his whole library.

I'm sorry about, uh look, I was so wrapped up in Declan's world that, um, I never noticed yours.

And, uh, I'm sorry for that.

You know, he treated you more like an assistant than he did a daughter.

Soccer games and talking about boys, Dec never did that for you, did he?

Dinners were still.

He'd sit at the table and read coroner reports.

We finally started to play games where he'd give me a mutilation technique and I'd guess the serial k*ller.

And when you brought boys home?

I'd play them his tapes of women being tortured.

If they didn't run, we'd make out.

In his office.

Well, you could've gone either way.

When you went to Quantico, was that to please him?

He didn't notice.

Not until I dropped out.

He told me he knew all along that I couldn't cut it.

I was in over my head.

- So you moved to New York?

- Yeah.

- He never came to visit, did he?

- No.

Not unless it was a seminar.

When this year's came up, I was ready.

He doesn't care about me.

All he cares about is his reputation.

About Sebastian.

So you brought Sebastian back?

I knew that if he thought it was Sebastian we'd have something to talk about.

You know, the the first girl, there were hesitation marks.

Were there?

Happened so fast.

But it got his attention.

But then you were on the case.

He totally lost interest in me.

So that's when I decided to k*ll Eames and, and frame him.

- Jo - Hmm?

It's time.

Tell my dad everything.

He'll come to my cell now.

He'll talk to me.

He'll listen.

For as long as it takes, he'll be there.