02x02 - Old Ghosts

[bunniefuu]

Show me.

It's him.

He told me his name
was Bob Wilson.

He paid cash every month
for 2 1/2 years.

Till about six weeks ago,
he just disappeared.

You run a credit check,
grab a social, photo I.D.?

No.

You rented a house to a guy
you never laid eyes on?

I rented a house
to his 950 bucks a month.

That's not a crime, is it?

Hold this.

Hello.

This is a courtesy call
for Bob Wilson.

Thank you for your recent visit
to Sun 'n Lakes Timeshare

here in sunny South Florida.

We look forward
to seeing you soon

for your complimentary,
all-expenses-paid weekend

at our fabulous
four-star resort.

Hey.

Hi.

I just...wanted to call
and say "hi."

"Hi" to you.

Jeff and Ray
are doing yardwork.

Giving you a chance to call
and say "hi."

How you doing?

We're good.
We're hanging in there.

Super soaker?

Uh, hall -- hall.
Yeah.

Well,
maybe you should, uh...

Yeah, I need to...go.

Ah.

Uh,
it's none of my business,

but I can see the pool
hasn't been used much lately.

Uh, a friend's son used to
come over and use it.

If I cut back
to twice a month,

you could probably save
a few bucks.

Um...
Let me think about it?

Okay. Cool.
Yeah.

Oh, and, uh, I used to pay
your cousin online.

Uh, yeah,
I'm not really set up for that.

I'm not much
of a computer guy.

Me neither.
All right, check it is.

Okay.

Oh, uh,
y-you want a check now?

Why? I haven't
done anything, yet.

Nice place.

Yeah, it's, uh...

It's good
to see you, too.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hi. How are you?

How's tricks?
Long time, no see.

Is that better?

Jim, he's back.

Are you sure it's him?

White female, 25 to 32,

dirty-blond hair,
blacked-out eyes.

Yeah, I'm sure.

And you're
in my backyard...Why?

Because I believe
the Northside strangler

is here in Florida.

♪ The Glades 2x02 ♪
Old Ghosts
Original Air Date on June 12, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

The Northside strangler?

Between '05 and late 2008,

he was linked with the abduction
and m*rder of six women --

these two make eight.
Now eight.

I headed up the Chicago side
of the task force

with Detective Harper
of the Illinois State Bureau

for almost four years.

Until our unsub went dormant
and our trail turned to ice.

A message
from Sun 'n Lakes Timeshares

was left on our suspect's phone
three days ago.

- Is that her?
- Yeah.

What I found two days ago
in Chicago

is the first activity
we've clocked

in 2 1/2 years.

Okay, fine. But what makes
you -- or, rather, her --

think that the unsub
is here?

Detective Harper
seems to think

that he's searching
for a new hunting ground.

He's territorial --
six kills

within the same 8 square miles,
then stops --

imprisonment,
maybe injury --

then kills again
in the same zone

with the same victimology
and the same blacked-out eyes,

then bolts
in the middle of the night

to visit timeshares
in Florida.

He's on the move,
and my guess

is he's gonna
k*ll again soon.

She sounds
pretty confident.

Yeah.
That's one word for it.

Okay, fine,
but, uh, while she's here,

she's your problem.

And that's another.
Thanks.

Thanks for your time.

Ah. You must be
Mr. and Mrs...

Uh, Longworth and Harper.

Detectives
Longworth and Harper.

Oh. I thought you were here
for the promotion.

Maybe.
What are you offering?

Well,
we have a fantastic offer.

By attending
a one-day presentation,

we are gifting
a complimentary two days

of tennis, golf,
and fabulous food

at our world-class facility.
Sounds good.

How many sales pitches do
we have to sit through for that?

Well, they're not pitches,
per se, but there are a series

of guest meetings
throughout the week.

Ah.

Now, did a Bob Wilson attend
one of those "guest meetings"?

Maybe.

Uh, is there
some trouble?

We believe
he may have k*lled eight women.

A-a serial k*ller?

Yeah, who may have attended
one of your presentations,

so, uh, if we could loop back
around to that question?

Yes. We do have a Bob Wilson
in our records.

And he was scheduled to attend
two weeks ago,

but he never showed up.

But he did attend
this past weekend.

Can you describe him?

Uh, between the Sun 'n Lakes
and, uh,

Citrus Estates locations,
we have over 340 guests.

I notice a lot of your guests
are wearing I.D. badges.

Can you give us a copy
of Bob Wilson's?

We take I.D.s after lunch,
and it looks like he left

after the first session
in the morning.

Didn't want
his picture taken.

Any of your female guests
not return after lunch?

All the women came back
except a Margaret Palmer

did not come back
after the first day.

Meaning she sat through
the presentation

but didn't stick around
for the cool free sh*t?

Do you have her picture?

You got an address
for this Margaret Palmer?

She was just here
on vacation,

and she was staying
at the Westin.

Fits the profile.

According to our records,

Margaret Palmer hasn't used
her room card in two days.

When is she scheduled
to check out?

She's booked
through tomorrow.

I'll check the bedroom.
Thank you.

Who the f*ck are you?
Oh. Ms. Palmer?

Get out!

No, no, no, wait.
I'm Jim Longworth. I'm FDLE.

Get out!
Watch it! Watch it! You're gonna...

Stun yourself.

I see you haven't lost
your touch with the ladies.

If we'd dug a little deeper,
we would have realized

that other than
a vague physical resemblance,

Margaret Palmer did not fit
our victimology.

Yeah, she required the
assistance of a walking cane.

He's never targeted
the weak before.

Was there any forensic evidence
that pulled it all together?

There was never any physical evidence,
no DNA to link him to the victims.

Although there was ash from a
cigarette found on every victim,

so we assume our k*ller's
a smoker.

Anything that linked
the victims together?

Apart from Chicago and
general physical similarities,

nothing.

We have two school teachers,
a speech therapist,

a social worker...

A crossing guard,
and three stay-at-home moms.

Hmm. Not like any stay-at-home
mom I've ever seen.

Oh, Crystal Benson
was a stripper.

Worked a pole right in
the middle of our k*ll zone.

Which begs the question --
was there any sexual as*ault?

No.
No sexual component.

Violence is sex for them. It's
at the heart of their urges.

Which is what we think
is behind

the weird blackening
of the eyes thing.

Yeah,
what's that about?

Shame -- at who he is
and what he's done.

So he can't look back
at them.

Hmm.

3 1/2 years you guys lived
in this guy's head --

that explains you.

But you?

You got lucky.
I did? Awesome.

Yeah. Margaret Palmer decided
not to press charges.

Yeah, I wasn't even
in the room, so...

Detective Harper,
I like to asset share

as much as the next lawman,
but in case you haven't noticed,

this is Florida,
meaning we've got no shortage

of deviants
to track down.

So until or unless
you can show me some evidence

of your
Northside strangler --

like, I don't know,
a body --

I'm gonna need to take
my bodies back.

I love her.

Seriously,
she's awesome.

Oh, my gosh.

Hey, is this yours?

Will be in two years
when I pay off the loan.

This is awesome.

Come on. Jump inside.
Look at it.

All right.

Well, look at you,
all official.

So, how did you...

Oh, uh,
a buddy of mine.

Him and his wife
kind of got knocked up, so...

Kind of got knocked up?
Yeah.

So, money was tight, and they
let me take over the payments.

That's industrious.

Yeah, well, lets me
hit the ground running,

you know,
be my own boss.

Oh, um, I t-took some money
out of our joint account,

just for, like,
the first payment and gas

and stuff like that.
I hope that's okay.

Yeah, of course.
No, that's your money, too.

Promise I'll have it back in
there by the end of the week.

Really,
it's not a problem.

Hey, can we take it
for a ride?

Absolutely. Let's go.
Load up.

All right.

Come on, mom.
There's room for you.

I should, uh, start on the
laundry, but you guys have fun.

You really want these women
staring back at you again?

Or not staring back.

I can't tell you how many times
I've done this,

stand there,
staring at his victims.

Agonizing over what
we could have overlooked.

So much of those 3 1/2 years
just haunting me daily.

Really? I haven't given it
a second thought.

But then it was easier
for me,

not being around it
when I left.

Yeah, you did sort of vanish
into the night.

So how was it?

How was what?

The wedding.

It...wasn't.

I-I mean, I -- it --
it didn't -- didn't happen.

Oh.

They're my grandmother's.

Um, I always loved them,

and, well, it tends to keep
the wolves at bay.

Yeah, well, got to keep
those wolves at bay.

I was so sure
there was something

that was
bringing him here.

Well, it wouldn't be the first blind
alley we've been down with him.

Two new victims
after nearly four years?

Something's triggering
his kills, Jimmy,

something new.

A stressor
we haven't seen before.

- Well, I'm sure you've kept tabs on, uh...
- Tommy Ray Haynes?

Yeah.
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he's doing 22 months
for a felony elude to evade

down in Joliet.

He always did like to run.

And you always did like him
for it.

Look, if I'm right
and he's here,

why Florida, Jimmy?
Why this timeshare?

I mean, every female guest
is accounted for.

Am I that far off base, or are
we just missing something?

Or someone.

The guests were accounted for,
not the employees.

Daniel, I need you
to do something.

Ashley Whitfield, 26,
fits the profile.

Hasn't been to work
in three days.

That's not a good sign.

Ashley Whitfield?

The neighbor
didn't see anything,

but she did notice Ashley's car
was missing.

The k*ller's never taken
a victim's car before.

Well, who needs a car
in Chicago?

Just a pain in the a*s
trying to find a place to park.

But Florida...

Detectives, I ran down the
source of that voicemail message

from Bob Wilson's machine
like you asked me to.

Oh, like you
asked him to?

It wasn't actually from
the timeshare company itself.

It was from a call center
in New Delhi.

They called from a master list
of everyone from Chicago

who visited Florida
in the last six months --

over 40,000 people.

Records indicate they left
that message five weeks ago,

but there's no real way
to trace

who actually placed the call
to Bob Wilson.

All right, yeah. Hi.

Probably just one
of thousands anyway.

You know what? Get us an APB
on Ashley Whitfield's car.

Right away.

Now.
Okay.

I won't know
till I get her on a table.

But based on the bruising
on her neck and throat,

and what feels like
a hyperextension of the larynx,

manual strangulation appears
to be the cause of death.

I could be more conclusive if they
hadn't blacked out her eyes.

You can tell so much
by the eyes.

- They obviously spoke to our k*ller.
- Yeah, and not in a good way.

- Thanks, Carlos. Let us know.
- You got it.

There's no evidence of cigarette ash
like in all the other crime scenes.

Or that special
smoker smell.

Okay,
you've convinced me.

I went ahead and e-filed
with the commissioner's office

to inform them that you'll
be working this case

with Detective Longworth.

Just remember
that while you're here,

you're working under his badge
and under Florida law.

Y-you said
this guy kills two women

within days of each other, right?
That's been his pattern.

A new stressor in his life
triggers such a need to k*ll,

he kills once,
then he kills again...

Then guilt or remorse sets in,
and he stops, each time after two.

If this new pattern
is anything like the old one,

my guess is he's already
chosen his next victim.

So find this guy --
fast.

Look, we have a pretty good idea
where he and Ashley's paths crossed.

- I'm thinking we start --
- Sun 'n Lakes Timeshare, right?

What?

Ashley's dead?

From this s-serial k*ller
that you're after?

We think her death might be
related to the series, yeah.

How well
did you know Ashley?

Not very. She did her thing
with the guests. I did mine.

We didn't have a lot
of interaction.

Interaction?

Well, did you see her
interacting

an unusual amount with anyone --
guests, co-worker, maybe?

Not really.

And we weren't co-workers
in the traditional sense.

What does that mean?

She taught water aerobics
to our guests,

but she did that
at a lot of places --

hotels, health clubs,

55-and-older
planned communities.

Oh.
How's that going?

Pardon?
Nicorette.

I remember when I quit,

the cravings
just about drove me nuts.

Cancer sticks, yeah.

Uh, thank you,
big tobacco.

Listen, it's terrible
what happened to Ashley,

and if there's anything
that I can do, you let me know.

Sure.

- You never smoked.
- Not on purpose.

But he's
definitely trying to quit.

In every other crime scene,
there was physical evidence

that our k*ller
was a smoker,

but not
in Ashley's apartment.

Maybe our k*ller
is trying to quit.

Not enough to bring him in but
certainly enough to dig deeper.

And now that we've confirmed
a victim in Florida,

it's time to cross-check
our list of persons of interest,

see if anybody's migrated
to the sunshine state.

Yeah. Daniel.
Hey, I need you --

Hey. Daniel, yeah.
No, it's me.

Listen, can you do a teensie-weensie
little something for me?

"Teensie-weensie"?

What?

You said a little money,
Ray.

Mrs. Cargill.

Oh, hey. Uh, please,
it's Callie.

Is everything all right?

Uh, no.
No. Not even close.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I mean, you know, seriously,
I can handle the workload

and the hours and juggling
everyone else's schedule

including my own,

but when I can't get enough cash
out of the machine

to get a double half cap
with splenda, then, you know...

Okay, so, uh...
It's not that bad.

It's just some days I feel like
I can't get ahead.

Amen to that.

Callie, you know,
your family matters

aside for the moment,

I've seen you
at the office...

Oh, Jim. I know.
I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no. Not Jim.
Carlos, actually.

Carlos?
Yeah.

Yeah.
No, Carlos is great.

He's actually helping me
connect the dots

between
medical text books

and, you know,
what happens in the real world.

Exactly.

Let me make
a few phone calls.

Calls?
Yeah.

You know,
I -- I might have an idea

I think could work
for both of us.

Would you swing by the office
tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Sure.

It's official.

Cause of death
is manual strangulation.

Trace evidence of chloroform
in throat and lungs.

Like the others.

The chloroform is how
he disables his victims

so he can do that weird
dye thing to their eyes.

There's nothing unusual
about the dye itself.

It's food coloring, like the kind
you get at any grocery store.

Looks like it's your
Northside strangler, all right.

Which, by the way,
the moniker as it is --

a little lazy.
Hey, that's not on us.

The Tribune
coined that expression.

Besides, we didn't want to
stoke the guy's fire

by giving him a cool, sexy name
he felt he had to live up to.

You think he cared
what you called him?

Oh, I think
he followed our moves

and our investigation
very carefully.

Detective,
that list of persons of interest

you asked me to check on --
they're all accounted for in Illinois.

But the guy you thought is in a
Joliet State Prison... Tommy Ray Haynes.

He was released from prison
two months ago.

What?!

That's enough time
to do the Chicago killings.

Damn it. I checked on him
earlier in the year.

They told me he had
seven months left.

Overcrowding
changed that.

I need you to check
with the Illinois parole board,

his parole officer --
get us a last known.

Director Manus
already did that.

He listed his sister's address
in Calumet City,

but he never showed up.

And according
to DMV records,

Tommy Ray Haynes has a cousin
who lives here, in Homestead.

You're calling from a bar?

Tommy Ray's not staying
with his cousin

because his cousin's wife
hates him.

But he's in
a white '96 Ford pickup

that his cousin lent him,
and we're at his cousin's bar.

Worst case -- he doesn't
turn up. We grab a beer.

Goodbye.

All right,
if you promise not to gloat,

I will admit
that finding a victim

and Tommy Ray
in the same state,

is a little more
than a coincidence.

See? Now,
that wasn't so hard, was it?

Actually, it was harder
than it looked.

Fits the classic profile,
Jimmy.

25 to 36 years old, white male,
abandoned as a child,

in and out of foster care
his whole life.

I mean, guys like that,
true sociopaths,

have no real connection
to anyone or anything.

Everything
about Tommy Ray Haynes

fits the profile --

of Tommy Ray Haynes.

Seriously?

Oh, my God.
You will not give up.

I'm just saying
there's too much at stake

to throw all our eggs
into Tommy Ray's basket.

Jim...

Look, despite
what you may think,

I am truly sorry
about what happened.

Hey, look,
it's all in the past.

Just working together
so closely,

day and night,
on an emotionally charged case,

you know, things happen.

They did, yeah.
A bunch of times.

You knew what it was.

I didn't, actually.

I mean, I figured it out
after three months

when you told me
you were engaged.

Then I realized
exactly what it was.

Obviously,
I was confused.

Yeah, look, and, hey --

it all worked out
for the best, right?

And, actually,
I've met someone down here.

- Really?
- Really...

If not a tad unavailable
at the moment.

No pattern there.

You know, I asked around
your precinct.

Even after the incident
with your captain,

you could have stayed
in your department.

Why didn't you?

Oh, you know.

I...

I got the invitation
to your wedding,

just figured...

needed a change
of scenery.

So what happened?

I mean, cold feet?

Find him
with his secretary?

Richard was a good man.

I thought
he was the love of my life,

but I was wrong.

That's him.

Tommy Ray Haynes.

Go, go, go!
Cut him off!

Aah! Down! Get --

ow!
Down!

Get off!

You need
any more convincing?

Hey, I put out a BOLO

and sent a unit
to his cousin's house.

Yeah,
we impounded his pickup.

So at least for the moment,
he's on foot.

We need to get
Tommy Ray's photo out

to every taxi and bus driver
in the county.

Already did, and any reports
of stolen vehicles

will be sent
directly to me immediately.

Excuse me. Hello.

Yeah.
Let me see.

No. It's fine.
Let me see.

See? There are some advantages
about being thick-skinned.

Didn't break
the surface.

Still, you should probably
get it looked at.

- You had a tetanus shot lately?
- Yeah, about a year ago.

What bit you then?
Or should I say "who"?

An alligator.
Well, caiman, actually.

They found
Ashley Whitfield's car.

Here we go.
What here we go?

The way you look
at Detective Harper.

I wasn't looking at her
any way.

Only one other woman I've ever
seen you look at like that, my friend.

- Yeah. I'm sure you're wrong.
- I'm not.

The service guy says
Ashley dropped her car off

four days ago,
never came back to pick it up.

I showed him a picture
of Tommy Ray Haynes,

but he's never met him.

So much for the theory
that the k*ller took her car.

Yeah. That doesn't mean
he was never in it.

- What do you got?
- Gum.

Smoker's gum? Like the kind
that helps you quit.

Yeah.

Ashley Whitfield
was not a smoker.

And if Tommy Ray Haynes is trying
to quit, he's doing a terrible job.

He stunk of nicotine
when I fought him.

But we do know someone in
the mix who is trying to quit.

And who obviously lied about
his relationship with Ashley.

Even if the gum was mine,

it doesn't prove
that I k*lled Ashley.

Well, it proves
you're a liar

who had something to hide
about a m*rder*d woman.

That sort of usually
goes hand in hand

with the person
that k*lled her.

I am not lying.

Ashley and I barely knew
each other.

She gave me a ride once.
It was no big deal.

I'm not just talking
about the gum, Jared.

We did our homework
on you.

Well, actually, an enthusiastic paid
intern did his homework on you.

The timeshare company that
you work for, Sun 'n Lakes?

Yeah, they have
a corporate headquarters

in Elk Grove Village,
a suburb of Chicago.

Okay. So?

So, you've been with them
for around six years,

starting in about 2005.

That's the exact same time
that the killings began.

But I don't live in Chicago.
I live here.

But for
the first three years,

you worked out of
corporate headquarters.

And since then, you've been
flying back and forth

from here to Chicago.

Plenty of enough time
to rev up, plan,

and execute the murders.

I am telling you
you got it all wrong.

I don't know anything
about Ashley's m*rder,

and I damn sure never
k*lled anybody in Chicago.

We can put you with the victim,
we can put you in Chicago

at the exact time
of each of the murders,

and thanks to that intern
I was talking about,

who hooked up
with FDLE fraud division,

we know that you
may or may not be Jared Nolan.

So the question is,
who the hell are you?

Terry McCabe, maybe?

Or Chad Crandall.
Chad -- really?

That's just --
let me just go over here

and find Bob Wilson
so we can arrest you

on the murders of two,
maybe three --

I'm hoping all nine women.
Okay, okay. Fine. Fine.

I'd been using my job to get
credit-card information

and selling it,
but that is all.

And Jared Nolan
is my real name.

Credit-card fraud,
Jared?

Or maybe just aliases to hide
your day job as a serial k*ller.

Red flags went up at corporate.
I needed another source.

Ashley was
an aerobics instructor

at Saw Grass Village,
where her grandmother lived.

Saw Grass Village?
What?

A 55-and-older
master-planned community.

Most of the units
are filled

with retired snowbirds
from the Midwest.

Sue me.

Old people
make soft targets --

You and Ashley
worked this scam together?

No. She never knew
about it.

Ashley and I hooked up
a couple of times.

I stole her password, I got the
information from her computer.

She made friends
with a lot of the older women,

even after
her grandmother died.

And Ashley being
such a soft target,

well, that was just too good
to pass up, huh?

I really appreciate
you thinking of me for this.

I mean, I've heard of
forensic nursing.

I just never really
saw myself pursuing it.

So think about it.

Look, the money's good,
and the hours are flexible.

You wouldn't have to
change jobs

or quit
going to med school.

You know, really, what it does
is it lets you set the pace

that works with your lifestyle
and your crazy schedule.

- Director Manus.
- Yeah.

Oh, um, Callie,
this is Detective Sam Harper.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You must be new.
I haven't seen you around.

Oh, I-I'm not from here.
I'm from Chicago.

Oh.
Jim's from Chicago.

Jim and I were partners
on the Northside strangler case.

Ah.

He's amazing.

Yeah.

You got
another suspect?

Person of interest.

We'll see if he graduates
to suspect.

Okay. Well,
keep me in the loop on that.

Definitely.
Oh, uh, Callie.

Sam, this is Callie.
This is --

We've, uh --
We've met already.

Okay. Oh. Good. Good.
Nice job in there, by the way.

Yeah, well, it wasn't
exactly a confession

but definitely enough
to hold him on,

at least until we check out
Saw Grass Village,

where Ashley's
grandmother lived.

Her grandmother?
I have a hunch.

Which we should probably
check out,

so, um,
I-I'll see you later?

Actually,
do you have a minute?

Oh, I'll -- I'll --
I'll wait for you in the car.

I'll walk you out.
Sure.

Okay.

So, that's
your old partner?

Unofficially.

Uh, actually, she was state.
I was Chicago local.

You two were together,
weren't you?

I mean, Jim, I can tell.

For a while.

And now she's here?

For a while, Cal.

It's not a problem.
That was a long time ago.

Yeah. 18 months --
a lifetime ago, right?

She means nothing to me.

But clearly she did.

I get that we have people
in our past.

It's just you never bothered
to mention her to me?

Well...

Look, no. You're right.

You're right. I --
right, I probably should have.

But Sam lives Chicago.
I live here.

The sooner we catch this guy,
the sooner she goes home.

I really got to go.

Yeah. Go.

No, I'm not eliminating Jared
as a suspect.

I'm saying, if Ashley
spent time here,

maybe our k*ller did,
too.

This is a 55-and-older
community.

Ashley's grandmother
was in her 70s.

That's a decade outside of our
k*ller's target victimology.

Yeah, but not a 26-year-old
granddaughter.

She made friends
with her grandmother's pals.

Maybe one of those pals
meant something to the k*ller.

Hey, I said it was a hunch.
You were the one that said

he was looking
for a new hunting ground.

I did say that, didn't I?
Yeah.

Hey, so, uh,
Callie's pretty hot.

It's -- you never mentioned who,
just that you'd met someone.

Can we...

Oh, fine.

Jared Nolan stole identities.
Maybe he stole "Bob Wilson,"

rented himself a house
in Chicago, didn't realize

that the name had been recycled
back through the system.

But Jared Nolan isn't running.
Tommy Ray is.

Yeah, the Northside k*ller
was never about outrunning us.

He was about outsmarting us.
Or trying to.

There. You see?

A hunch.

Tragic what happened
to Ashley.

Such a sweet girl,
always helping out.

But not to speak ill
of the departed,

but she and her grandma
were the only ones

that could handle Doris.

Northside
Braille Institute.

Gulf Coast School
for the Blind.

Southeast
Services for the Blind.

Doris was devoted
to helping the blind.

Not exactly
the warmest person.

Blind devotion?
Try obsession.

Try I think we found it.

Found what?
The stressor we never saw before,

the reason
he's been k*lling.

Off the top of my head?
I'm going with mom.

What do you got?
Not sure.

I'm thinking flour,
like for baking.

As in that evidence
you're about to eat --

Yep. Six weeks stale.
Just confirming it.

I'll run this
to the lab.

So,
what does all this mean?

It means
our previous assumptions

about why he blacked out
the victims' eyes is wrong.

It wasn't shame.
It was anger.

At blind people?

At his mother's devotion
for the blind --

love she showed them,
but not him.

Doris Fowler died in a hospice,
completely alone.

No one ever came to visit her.
No one claimed the body.

Ashley
made all the arrangements.

Hmm, all these people
she gave her life to,

and no one even cared
to come see her?

She didn't give a rat's a*s
about them.

She gave a rat's a*s
about this --

look at me,
how amazing I am.

"Giving" of myself.
Not even her own family?

Well, she only had one son --
Kevin Fowler.

Estranged, apparently.

Management's never met him
or spoken to him,

and there's no record of him
ever visiting his mother.

Yeah,
in my experience,

serial K*llers don't sign
the guest book.

So, Doris Fowler
moves from Chicago.

His anger dissipates.
The killings stop.

She's diagnosed with cancer,
forcing contact.

The pressure builds up again.
Six weeks later, she dies.

And the killings resume --
twin Chicago, and now here.

Which tells us what?

It tells us the pain of being
denied his mother's attention

was so profound,
his anger so intense

that he wanted to k*ll her.
But he couldn't.

So he kills surrogates.
First one, then another.

Women that triggered the rage
he had for his mother,

until he worked up the nerve
to k*ll her.

But she gets diagnosed
with cancer,

triggers the need
to k*ll again.

And then dies,
the selfish b*tch, robbing him

of the chance of k*lling her
and ending his agony.

So he kills
Ashley Whitfield.

The question now is,
who the hell is Kevin Fowler?

We know Jared nolan
used identities.

Well, Doris Fowler was devoted
to helping others.

Maybe she took in
foster children

just to add another notch
to her belt.

Tommy Ray Haynes was in and out
of foster care.

There you go.
Try that.

Uh, what's going on
in here?

Dad's showing me how to make
his famous three-cheese lasagna.

His three-cheese lasagna.

I haven't had that
in a while.

I saw that you put the money
in the account

ahead of schedule.

Yeah,
a couple good nights.

Look, this is gonna be ready
in an hour.

If you want to grab a beer
and go sit out on the porch.

I'd love to, but, um,
I picked up a shift.

So...

Okay. Well, then, uh,
we'll save you a plate,

and you can nuke it
when you get home.

Okay.

And Tommy Ray Haynes
bounced in and out

of the foster care system
his whole life,

and Doris Fowler did take in
foster children in Illinois.

You do know how long
it'll take

to unseal Tommy Ray's
juvie record, right?

Try weeks.
No. We don't have weeks.

Another body
will probably turn up

in the next couple of days,
if not sooner.

All right, look, I'll reach out
to a judge buddy of mine,

see if I can expedite that.
Thank you.

This is what
we never had before --

the rage he had for his mother.

He's been k*lling
nurturers and caregivers,

women he wanted
his mother to be.

Why didn't I see this
before?

Because we could never
connect the victims

to a single victimology --
I mean, we've got moms,

career women,
women who volunteered --

All with nurturing qualities,

love and attention
they gave to other people.

But not Crystal Benson.
The stripper.

Crystal had no children.

She was in and out of prison,
drug rehab.

She could barely take care
of herself.

She doesn't fit the profile,
which, of course,

as we all know,
if one thing doesn't fit...

Then none of it fits,
and you have nothing.

Or does she?

Okay, you really need to
have that looked at.

No, no, no.
There's no time.

It's not what we see
that made them victims.

It's what he saw
and probably, no doubt,

the thing that he sees
in his next victim.

I mean, we've got three
stay-at-home moms,

two educators,
a social worker.

He's obviously targeting them
for their nurturing quality --

love and attention
that they gave to others --

including Crystal.

I don't know, Jim.
The stripper's a stretch.

Her stage name --
Florence Nightingale.

A nurse.

It's probably nothing,

but you never want to take
your chances with a dog bite.

That wasn't that bad,
was it?

Nah, I'm good.

She usually picks up.

I'm sure she's fine.

During his first spree,

who gave the k*ller
the most attention, Sam?

It was us.
It was you and me.

This whole time,
I've had this feeling --

the killings in Chicago,
now here Florida.

What if he's
been watching us,

knew I was in Florida,
knows who I'm close to?

Callie?

No, it's me.

I checked stolen car reports
like you asked.

Any with GPS?
Any at the hospital?

Unfortunately, yes.

Callie Cargill?
Have you seen her?

Not in the last hour
or so.

Hey!

Stay back!

Get off!
Where's Callie?!

Get off me!
Where is she?!

You're not gonna pin this
on me!

You couldn't before!
You can't now!

Get off me!
You got him? You got him?

Go, go.
I got him. Go.

Get down! Stay down!

Callie?

Callie!

Callie? Oh, my God!
Hey! What the --

Oh, my God.
Jim, what's wrong?

Did you treat a guy
for a dog bite earlier?

Yeah.
About 20 minutes ago, why?

Wait, is that the serial k*ller
you guys are after?

I mean, the whole hospital
is freaking out.

Jim...

Tommy Ray is in custody --

raving mad
and still not cooperating,

but, you know,
at least he's off the street.

Callie, are you okay?

Yeah. I mean, I didn't even know
I was in trouble.

All right, well...

Congratulations, Jim.
This one's a long time coming.

Come on.

I'm sure
after all this time,

it's probably pretty hard
to believe it's all over.

Wh-- uh, yeah.
Thanks.

It is over, Jim.

Go and celebrate
with that partner of yours.

You both have it coming
to you.

Actually, I do need to check
if she's all right.

Yeah, of course.
No, go.

Well,
that's got to feel good,

getting that monkey
off your back.

I guess.

You guess?

It's time to celebrate, amigo.

You on your way back?
I'll buy you and Sam a drink.

Yeah, I got to file
my report.

And I think Sam's got a slightly
different celebration in mind.

Yeah.
I'm sure she does.

No. She just wants to kick back
and catch a few rays.

I told her I'd throw
some spiny lobster on the grill.

She's on the first flight back
to Chicago in the morning.

Which reminds me,
uh, Sam was bugging me

about that white substance we
found in Doris Fowler's condo.

Results came back.
It's diatomaceous earth.

What's it?
It's used in pool filtration.

You startled me.

Hello,
Detective Harper.

Shh.

But not your partner.

He -- he -- he just
wanted to catch me.

Not like you, Detective Harper.

You knew
what I was going through.

You knew what I saw
when I --

when I looked
at those women --

giving others the love
and attention that i deserved.

But she wouldn't give it to me,
would she?

No, not mom,

not the great
Doris Fowler.

She gave everything she had
to others!

But you knew that,
didn't you, Detective Harper?

You knew because,
deep down,

you are just like them,
aren't you --

always thinking
of someone else,

somebody
other than yourself...

Unlike your partner,
who only thinks of himself.

Well, let's see how he feels
about this, huh?

See how he feels when he sees
what I have waiting for him.

Aah!

He showed up
five weeks ago,

said he was taking over
the pool business

from his cousin
who just moved to Seattle.

No doubt we'll find his cousin
rotting in the swamp.

It's too bad.

Kevin Fowler actually did
a better job on my pool.

Hey, and thank God for that
unsettled feeling of yours.

We are done now, right?

Uh, Jared Nolan
committed credit-card fraud...
Mm-hmm.

...Tommy Ray Haynes
flapping his gums in prison

has him being investigated under
a totally unrelated m*rder,

and Kevin Fowler k*lled nine
women, including my pool guy.

Three bad guys
for the price of one, so, yeah.

Yeah,
I'd say we're done.

She'll have some
bruising, but it'll go away.

Still, you need to be
checked out at a hospital, okay?

I'll go get the medics.

Much better.

Chalk this up to that really
special way you have

of getting under
people's skin.

Hey, seemed he was a lot madder
at you than he was at me.

Only thing he did to me
was clean my pool.

His mom moving away

at least allowed him
to control his urges.

Then once he lost the
opportunity to k*ll his mom,

figured next best thing --
get us together

for his last big hurrah.

Well, we were the only people
that actually cared about him.

Which is either really sad
or really twisted.

So...Um...

We never had a chance
to finish our conversation.

Yeah.

Well,
you're leaving now, so...

I'm not, actually.

You're not leaving?

Well, I have to
interview Fowler,

do my debriefing
ahead of his extradition.

See if I can link him
to any other missing persons.

Why?

My sticking around isn't
gonna be a problem, is it?

What? Uh, no.
No, no.

Uh, why would it be?

I don't know.
It's -- just checking.

♪ It's not ♪

♪ what you thought ♪

♪ when you first ♪

♪ began it ♪

♪ you got ♪

♪ what you want ♪

♪ you can hardly stand it,
though ♪

♪ by now, you know
it's not going to stop ♪

♪ it's not going to stop ♪

♪ it's not going to stop ♪

♪ till you wise up ♪