"You look pretty tonight." "All for you." "CHARLIE:" "Should I be worried about a cloning expert feeding my fish... spice?" "Yep." "I've laced their food with carotenoid-rich paprika." "The genetically prone ones are going to become a brilliant red." "If the poor things don't die of indigestion first." "Well, vermillion pigmentation is not really an evolutionary advantage in carp, but bold color is going to attract the ladies." "Hey, guys." "Come on back in." "Halftime's almost over." "Ugh, football." "Survival of the witless." "Yeah." "A substitution for war." "Yeah." "It's a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon." "Is that Donny?" "(engine revving)" "Hey, Don." "DON:" "What's the score?" "It's all tied up." "Come on." "Hey." "A Moto Guzzi Griso 1100." "Not too shabby." "Thanks." "I mean, it's no Harley, but..." "You have a motorcycle?" "I do." "I do." "I got a 1969 FLH Electra Glide." "You know, it sounds like your air filter's clogged." "Yeah, I know." "I got to take it in." "Ah, don't do that." "What's the use in owning a bike if you can't tinker?" "Hold on." "What..." "CHARLIE:" "Let's head inside." "Half-time's over." "Give me a sec." "Give me a sec." "You know what you're doing?" "Yes." "I'm in a riding club." "(cell phone ringing)" "There's mostly monster Harleys, but we got a few Italian jobs like this." "Yeah, I mean, don't mess it up." "Charlie, keep an eye on him." "Eppes." "Yep, yep, yep." "He should really invest in some Moto Guzzi wrenches." "A motorcycle riding club?" "Yep." "In what other scenario can you wear leather chaps in public?" "Uh, rodeo." "Hey." "I got to go." "Got a thing at the Westside Towers." "Another one?" "Yeah." "All right, well, uh... should I ride with you?" "Why don't you just relax and I'll call you if there's anything, all right?" "That's cool." "Tell Dad, though." "(engine revving, tires screeching)" "Another what?" "What happened?" "Oh, um, somebody's been killing men who, uh, who sleep with prostitutes." "Really?" "(indistinct radio transmission)" "Victim number five." "Edward Zurlanski." "Strangled, just like all the others." "No sign of forced entry." "We clear?" "COLBY:" "So, the couple slept in here last night." "I mean, right on top of the poor sucker." "NIKKI:" "Complained about the smell." "Hotel cleaned the room twice before they found him." "He's been dead for how long?" "Roughly 36 hours." "He never actually checked out." "The room was empty and his car was no longer at the valet, so the hotel just charged his credit card." "Yeah." "Wallet's missing, just like in the other cases." "The hotel says Zurlanski's from Chicago." "Uh, rental car hasn't been returned." "Burn on his right palm, same as the others." "Yeah, the same women's underwear." "What do we know about his Friday night?" "We're getting the security camera footage, but witnesses put him with a known call girl in the bar at about 10:00." "So, the pattern holds." "Yep." "Guy takes a hooker up to his room on Friday night, ends up dead, hidden in a bed, discovered a few days later." "Which gives the killer some nice lead time." "All right, let's get the coroner on it right away." "Body's our best bet for DNA." "Right, seeing as how everything in the room has been wiped clean." "Let's find that call girl." "Since his car's a rental, I can go activate the GPS." "DAVID:" "This could be our break." "The last four murders, we didn't find the body until Monday, and the car was already ditched." "I'm thinking the killer does his dirty work on the weekends because he's got a regular job." "And since it's still Sunday, maybe he feels safe." "So we got a few hours before he fades back into everyday life." "WOMAN:" "My brother is in there." "I have a right to see him." "You have..." "Can I help you?" "Yeah." "That's my brother." "Edward Zurlanski." "That's my brother." "I don't want him left alone with strangers." "Okay." "I understand." "His remains must be respected." "We're going to get him out of here as soon as we can." "Do you know why he's in L.A.?" "He came for my mother's birthday Friday night." "What time did he leave?" "Around 10:00." "(crying):" "Edward, he was a good son, and a good brother." "My-my kids' favorite uncle." "Okay." "All right." "Thanks." "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you." "Did your brother use prostitutes on a regular basis?" "Eddie was single." "Because he paid for sex doesn't make him less a human being." "(cell phone rings)" "Excuse me." "Nikki?" "SOG was able to vector in on the car's GPS heading towards Alta Canyon." "Colby and I are on the way." "â?" "â?" "COLBY:" "We got him." "SOG, we have the target in sight." "MAN (on phone):" "Roger." "Verify plate." "California-- David, Frank, Seven... (tires squeal)" "Suspect is fleeing on Alta Canyon." "Where the hell does he think he's going?" "(siren wailing)" "(horn honking, tires squealing)" "Nikki!" "(flames crackling)" "(flames crackling)" "(loud explosion)" "Hey, doesn't anybody work around here?" "!" "(groans)" "MAN (over P.A.):" "Michael Crawford, 340." "(knocking on door)" "It's about time." "Uh, Nikki." "Oh..." "Hi." "Hey, Alan." "Sorry." "I thought you were one of the nurses that's been MIA all morning." "Yeah." "They're probably afraid of you." "Did you tell them you got a gun?" "No." "I told them no pain meds." "I'm going back to work." "Well, not... not yet." "Yeah, as soon as I get someone to come sign my papers." "What's the big rush?" "We were within striking distance of a serial killer last night." "And I want him." "I'm not going to be sidelined by some bruised ribs." "Ah, Nikki, you were in a serious accident." "Car wrecks, they can mess with your mind long-term, that is, if you don't deal with it." "I know." "I totaled a car once." "Colby was in it, too." "He's back at work." "No, Alan." "Thank you, okay?" "I appreciate the concern." "I really do, but I'm okay." "Yeah, well, at least take a look at this." "It's about how people are affected by trauma from high-speed impacts." "Hey, give those flowers to the nurse outside and have her sign me out." "Which escort service do you work for, Siouxsie?" "Usually Luxe, but Friday night I was freelancing with Eddie." "He's an old client, and we just hook up whenever he's in town." "It was just for, like, an hour." "What happened after you hooked up with Mr. Zurlanski?" "I waited in the bar for him to show up, and... and then we went to his room." "And that was it." "When I left, Eddie was a happy guy." "And he said that he would call me the next time he was in town." "And after that?" "I had another date." "Through Luxe." "I was at a party on the Strip by midnight." "There was cameras and a lot of people." "You can check." "Did you ever have a date with any of these guys?" "No." "Anything?" "Well, she doesn't seem to recognize the previous victims." "What did she say?" "Said she had sex with Zurlanski, and then left." "Like the prostitutes in the other cases." "It's a different girl every time, and they always have an alibi." "It's not likely he would have that many partners, so maybe he tracks his victims through the escort service." "COLBY:" "But this girl was freelancing." "Maybe he stalks them at the hotel." "David, ask her if she noticed anybody following her." "You see anyone watching you at the hotel?" "Lots of guys watch me." "You know what I'm talking about." "Was anyone hanging around, anyone following you?" "There was a lot of guys at that hotel and I made sure that they all saw me." "You are involved in a serial murder case." "We're going to be crawling all over your life for a very long time, affeing your net income." "Focus your mind and participate." "Now, did anyonsee you enter that room wi Zurlanski?" "A guy dropped his keys." "Heas ithe elevator with us, and... he got off on the same floor, and I heard them drop." "I remember thinking that that was weird because the hotel rooms use these, like, card keys." "Good." "What did he look like?" "White, maybe." "Not too tall." "Darkish hair, maybe." "I don't know." "Maybe he was wearing a cap." "I didn't really didn't clock him much." "Why not?" "Because he had on these cheap shoes." "These, like, cheap brown loafers." "And I knew that he could never afford me." "Okay, nondescript guy who's basically invisible to women." "Sounds like every other serial killer in history besides Ted Bundy." "CHARLIE:" "But he's not attacking women, he's attacking men." "Right." "And generally, the prostitutes are the victims." "What would a profilesay about this guy?" "He humiliates men that he hates by dressing them up as women, but doesn't molest the body, by dressing them so he feels emasculated.s women," "Then hhides the crime so that he can drive around in a fancy car for a couple days?" "He essentially becomes the guy he kills." "Maybe it's abandonment from his father, psychosexual abuse." "It's just gonna come down to how he's choosing his victims." "I'll add the data from this latest crime to my matrix, but so far, all these guys have in common is being with prostitutes in nice hotels." "Yeah, got five dead guys, five crime scenes, five stolen cars." "We don't know a thing about the guy." "I'll let you know what I come up with." "Hey, Charlie, that security camera footage from Friday night that was recorded over, can you pull an image off the hard drive?" "Yeah, at least partially." "We've, uh, we've got a neural network program that we used for the Nathan Watts' case." "Great." "Thanks." "How you doing there?" "I'm fine." "Can't say the same for my car, but..." "What about Nikki?" "How's she doing?" "She's being hardheaded." "She's leaving the hospital." "Says she's coming over here." "I mean, technically, you guys should really both take the day off." "It's not gonna happen, Don." "We almost had this guy yesterday." "You sure you didn't see him at all?" "Nothing?" "No." "LAPD recovered the car off a freeway exit about an hour after we chased him." "All right, let's go back then." "What about the stores that sell the underwear?" "Gotta be a thousand lingerie shops in L.A." "What about that guy we liked before, the social worker?" "That had the alibi for the second and the third murders?" "Jack Steves?" "Here it is." "Says he runs an organization called" "Streetwise that provides medical aid for hookers." "Well, let's see what he was doing Friday night." "(indistinct chatter)" "I'm a suspect again?" "Come on." "You cleared me last time." "No, we never cleared you, Mr. Steves." "We put you on hold." "Where were you Friday night?" "Where I am every every Friday night;" "helping people you ignore." "STEVES:" "Wait." "No, no, it's not..." "Right, scare off the needy." "Sex workers have no rights at all in this country." "So, what, you dish out your vigilante justice by killing the johns?" "You don't intimidate me, man." "I fight with pimps every day." "Where were you Friday night?" "Doing my job;" "letting hookers know they have advocates in case they get in a pinch." "I worked the hotels until about 2:00, and then I hit the streets." "Okay, which hotels?" "We have a schedule, and I keep notes because you like to prey on me instead of the bad guys." "So if I pull the surveillance tapes, I'm gonna find you in the places you're supposed to be?" "I mean, I-I go where the action is." "The schedule is a suggestion." "See, that doesn't sound good, Jack." "Look, I get in there with these people, wherever they are, wherever they need me." "They have no one else looking out for them." "So you're a hero to them, huh?" "Why is it, Jack?" "Can't be the pay." "Prostitutes are like rabbits dodging hawks." "I know, I used to be one." "I like this job better." "My schedule." "(elevator bell dings)" "Hey, what are you doing here?" "This is where I work." "We get the forensics back on the body yet?" "Don't be so macho, okay?" "Go home." "Colby's working." "Colby didn't get knocked unconscious." "Doc cleared me to work, so unless you're gonna fire me," "I'm gonna go down and talk to the coroner." "How did you get a doctor to sign you out?" "He didn't think he could withstand seven years of IRS audits." "Hey, Colby, can you go with her?" "(sighs)" "If you ask me how I'm doing, I'll shoot you." "How you doing?" "Take it easy." "I just got in a car accident." "The code's been written over so I'll get partial images at best." "We're looking for the guy who picked up the sports car around 9:00 in the morning." "Once the media gets rewritten, it goes out of chronological order." "Yeah, I know." "We need to avoid hopelessness." "It's not useful." "Are you feeling hopeless?" "No." "Yeah." "A little bit." "I mean, we're missing something in the big pattern." "I sense it in the periphery," "I just can't see it." "Greetings, greetings, greetings." "Hey." "Ooh, how cool." "What are we working on?" "You know, I'm gonna go work at the FBI office." "(laughs):" "I get it." "Top secret." "I get it." "No, not really." "Just, they have more advanced equipment over there, that's all." "Oh, okay." "I'll see you later." "See you over there." "Bye, Laz." "Bye." "She have any sisters?" "(laughs) No." "Sorry." "Okay." "Hey, I need to get your brother's phone number." "I..." "You want...?" "May I ask what for?" "Yeah, the motorcycle club." "Your brother needs camaraderie." "And he needs some instruction on caring for his crotch-rocket." "(laughs) Uh... my brother's never really been into camaraderie." "Oh, really?" "Really?" "Or you just don't want to give me his number, that's it." "Yeah, okay." "All right, here." "Listen, I'll give you my card, and you tell him that he can call me anytime he wants." "Anytime; meaning when his bike breaks down, which is gonna happen." "Bikers are a brotherhood." "He's gonna come around, okay?" "Okay." "What's all this stuff?" "Geoprofiling." "Oh!" "Is this about your serial killer?" "Yeah." "I, uh, input the locations of the murders, areas where victims' cars were abandoned, areas that the victims frequented-- all looking for common details to reveal a big pattern." "It's like trying to locate a shark's resting area based on its kill zone." "A shark, like a serial killer, is stealthy and prefers to ambush." "He has to find a large enough region to maintain the element of surprise for fatal first strikes against his prey." "But he also needs to stay within range of a refuge, should he need to retreat to safety." "LAZLO:" "Oh, I heard about those guys from U-Miami tracking those, uh, great whites off the coast of South Africa." "Yes." "And they use geoprofiling." "So, after I input in the data, I get an output called a jeopardy surface, which is a three-dimensional probability graphic depicting the likeliest areas of the offender's base." "God, that is awesome." "That's a really big area, though." "Yeah." "I can confirm death by strangulation, but I couldn't lift fingerprints from the marks off the neck, only latex dust." "The killer wore gloves." "What about the size of the hands?" "Indicates a person of normal build, maybe five-seven to five-nine." "NIKKI:" "What else?" "I recovered DNA from the call girl, Siouxsie Dark." "COLBY:" "Yeah, doesn't really help us, though." "We don't think the hookers were in on it." "Mr. Zurlanski had sex before he died, and there's no indication of genital mutilation or penetration after death." "And these marks?" "Postmortem hits, before the makeup was applied." "So the killer beat the corpse and then put on the makeup?" "Yeah, and like the other cases, there's a burn mark on his right palm, received before death." "That's not from a flame." "That's from some sort of electrical charge, right?" "Mm-hmm." "You find anything new?" "Yeah, I did." "A few epidermal cells in one of the bloodless wounds inflicted after death." "The killer's DNA?" "Yeah." "I couldn't find a match in the system, but at least now we have a good sample." "My guess is she skinned her knuckles on the dead man's teeth." "Her knuckles?" "You found female DNA in his wounds?" "Definitely a woman, definitely not the call girl." "A female serial killer." "Okay, female serial killer." "It's a whole new slant." "Did we just assume it was a man?" "I mean, what's our evidence?" "Strangle marks are inconclusive." "Right." "And the brown leather shoes in the elevator could be nothing." "Male serial killers do it for a sexual thrill, but violent women tend to kill from some sense of perverted justice." "Aileen Wuornos was doing it to avenge her abuse." "As well as steal for a lover." "So, what's up with this chick?" "She's mad at men who sleep with expensive prostitutes?" "But the hookers are never harmed." "An ex-working girl with a grudge?" "But how does she overpower these guys and strangle them?" "I mean, it's not like our victims are not small men." "Sarah Jo Pender, Myra Hindley," "Charlene Gallego, Gwen Graham..." "They all had partners." "(elevator bell dings)" "(keyboard keys clacking)" "Think this will work?" "I don't know how good it'll look, though." "Hey, so how we doing?" "CHARLIE:" "Another minute." "You heard we're looking for a woman now." "Yeah, and I suggest you engage Professor Lazlo in testing the female DNA." "He's like a genetics savant." "He's developed tests far more sensitive than anything that's generally available." "So he may be able to give you guys a more accurate description." "All right, I'll take it over to him." "Hey, what do you know about that, uh, motorcycle club he was telling me about?" "Listen, he's a friendly guy, and, uh, I think he's got a bromance thing developing for you." "Oh, come on." "That's so adorable." "Yeah, all right." "You just..." "What are we doing?" "Let's go." "So, as you can see, the recovered images are highly degraded." "There's lots of digital information that's been lost." "And so we're going to apply a technique called scaled gradient projection." "It's like a partially filled in crossword puzzle." "Even if you don't have the clues, there are some things you can surmise knowing what you do about spelling and phrases." "Certain vowels will go together, certain consonants will not." "You can assume, for example, that the letters "Z" and "G"" "will not be next to each other-- at least not in English." "So, you eliminate the unlikely possibilities and make educated conjectures as to what would appear in the adjacent squares." "And so we're going to do that with this video, hypothesizing the most probable data in the missing areas." "You're guessing." "Uh, yeah, more or less, but it should make the images more legible." "AMITA:" "Okay, let's try it." "I worked on the elevator footage first." "And I can do the valet station next." "Freeze that." "Can you just blow it up for me?" "Yeah." "That's not very helpful." "No, you're not going to see much of him." "He was avoiding the cameras." "But show them the next bit." "AMITA:" "Okay." "It's some time later." "By the way, it's impossible to tell the time." "Okay, the same guy gets off the elevator, but with a woman." "NIKKI:" "It's a team, right?" "That's what we were thinking." "Maybe a pissed off ex-hooker and some cheap brown shoe guy that she's got wrapped around her finger." "The murders started six months ago." "We should reinterview the escort services, see if any of the girls had a meltdown around then." "Yeah, and get me a couple prints of these." "So, you've already subpoenaed all my records." "I mean, what more can I tell you?" "You recognize her?" "Oh, wow." "You're in trouble if that's the best you've got." "I mean, this could be me, and I wouldn't recognize it." "So, that's a no?" "That's a no, honey." "You're kind of literal, aren't you?" "You have anyone quit angry within the last six months to a year?" "Yeah." "Maybe had a bad experience with one of the clients, left the business?" "Girls go off the radar all the time for all kinds of reasons." "This would be someone with a reason to be angry with the johns." "Okay, look, I want to help you." "I mean, murdered clients are bad for business." "But I don't know what I can do." "Nobody stands out." "Every girl has a reason to be angry." "And most of them leave within a year." "What about medical records for HIV or STD tests?" "No medical, no benefits." "Yeah, we're not regulated like the porn industry because we're not having sex." "We're escorts." "What about Siouxsie Dark, the girl with the victim?" "She have any rough rides in the last few months?" "She no longer works here." "She was freelancing." "She's out." "Yeah, but that's not what we asked you." "Look, they all get slapped around once in a while." "It's part of the job." "Excuse me." "Hey!" "Hail, fellow!" "Well, met!" "Say what?" "Just kidding." "It's Shakespeare." "Do you have the DNA sample?" "Yeah, I got it here." "But I got to walk it over 'cause it's evidence." "Oh." "Roger that." "This way." "Hey, you know what they say about bikers?" "I know they call ones without a helmet an organ donor." "Why, you got any new ones?" "Yeah." "That 56% of bikers have sex with a stranger within three months of getting their wheels." "It's a fact." "Get out of here." "No, query the club members." "You should join us." "It is a rockin' good time." "All right, I'll think about it." "Really?" "Yeah." "COLBY:" "When did you open the apartment?" "About an hour ago." "The neighbors started complaining about the smell yesterday." "I knocked and I waited, but this is not my first barbecue." "I knew what was up." "What's his name?" "Chas March." "He's a likeable guy." "Wanted to be in the movies." "Meantime, he's a... he's a bartender." "Guess you don't have to hide him between the mattress if he lives alone, huh?" "Looks like he's got that same burn mark on the hand." "DAVID:" "Yeah." "Where does he tend bar?" "I don't know." "Uh, some fancy hotel." "All right, does he own a car?" "In the parking spot." "The rules are changing then." "Unless this is a copycat." "We haven't publicized the details." "Not a copycat." "And it's only been three days since the last one." "They're escalating." "Chas March, 33." "He's bartender at the Hollywoodland Hotel, which is a hot spot for high-end hookers, and on Charlie's geoprofile." "We interviewed the bar patrons." "Turns out, this Chas guy was loing for a freebie from one of the girls." "He called it a tax." "COLBY:" "When she wouldn't comply, he insulted her and then kicked her out." "So they didn't close the deal?" "NIKKI:" "No." "End of his shift, he went home alone, and he woke up dead, dressed for a party." "Burn mark on his right hand, and body beaten after death, just like the others." "They didn't hide the body, 'cause he lives alone." "So now, the killer couple's going after people who just insult prostitutes." "The trigger's more sensitive." "Yeah, it's not even the weekend yet, so things are moving faster." "In the beginning," "Aileen Wuornos-- she killed because she felt threatened." "Then she got a taste for it." "So, you're thinking maybe they're getting into it, like they're doing something right?" "Yeah, defending the honor of the prostitutes?" "Sounds like that Jack Steves guy, the, uh, social worker." "Yeah, let's get his picture around, see what shakes out." "The underwear is a discontinued style from a place on Hollywood Boulevard." "Seven months ago, someone came in, paid cash for a dozen matching sets." "COLBY:" "There have only been six murders so far." "These people aren't done yet." "Why?" "What's seven months ago?" "Hollywoodland Hotel was on my map." "Could have saved a man's life if I had been more precise." "It indicates you're on the right track." "I guess." "Okay, okay, I got something." "X-linked coagulation disorder." "From the DNA?" "Yup." "Great." "She's got an intron 22 inversion mutation in the factor VIII gene." "She's a carrier of hemophilia." "Okay." "That's something." "Damn skippy." "We just reduced the entire suspect list of all the ladies in Los Angeles to one in 2,480." "That is pretty good." "All right, anything more?" "You know, anything phenotypical?" "Sure." "Single nucleotide polymorphisms indicate hazel eyes, dark hair, pale complexion." "All right." "And she's got a B-positive blood type with an admixture of 25% Indo-Eurasian and 75%" "Sub-Saharan." "Great." "And she's also, like, between five-six and five-nine." "She's a tall brunette with hazel eyes." "Yeah." "May I?" "You have access to the FBI database on this computer, right?" "(laughs):" "Oh, how cool is that?" "CHARLIE:" "We've checked." "The blood doesn't match any in the system." "No, I'm thinking a fuzzy search." "Oh, that sounds cuddly." "If the killer's a carrier for hemophilia..." "You know, that runs in families." "Amita's searching for partial matches with variables of hemophilia, blood type, eye and hair color." "LAZLO:" "Oh, I see." "So, maybe somebody in her family's in the database." "17 partial matches." "Select for mid-city Los Angeles." "Okay." "Three matches." "CHARLIE:" "All right, what are the charges?" "Juvenile male, graffiti." "65-year-old male, armed robbery, and 29-year-old female, prostitution." "Door number three." "Jenny Bailey." "Deceased." "Prostitute murdered at the Beverly Fairfax last year." "Crime unsolved." "Melanie Bailey." "Her sister, Jenny, was killed last summer at the Beverly Fairfax Hotel while working as an escort." "She bled to death after a beating." "She's a hemophiliac." "Dead hooker." "No one cared but her sister." "Both girls grew up together in foster care." "They lived with each other until Jennifer's death." "You got an address?" "Yeah, and an APB out on Melanie's car." "Hey, Nikki, maybe you want to hang back." "(sighs)" "Okay, let's go." "(knocking on door)" "FBI!" "We got a warrant." "COLBY:" "Living room's clear." "NIKKI:" "Hey, Colby." "COLBY:" "What is it with serial killers?" "You got half the FBI looking for you, and you're working on an elementary school show-and-tell project?" "Look at this." "Edward Zurlanski." "(phone ringing)" "Chas March." "They're all here." "Granger." "Okay." "Meet you there." "Bailey's car's in the parking lot at the San Gabriel" "Hotel." "You check the bar." "I got the manager." "Yeah, um, I'll get a water." "Oh, big night, huh?" "Yeah." "Just get the water." "Bottled or tap?" "Flat or fizzy?" "I'll have tap." "You got it." "Keep it, guy." "I'm waiting for someone." "You're under arrest." "Oh." "I see." "You want to come with me?" "Sure." "Where's your partner?" "I don't know what you mean." "DAVID:" "We know there's a guy who's working with you." "Where is he?" "Working with me where?" "You know what?" "Take her to the office." "Hey, you guys, let's lock this place down." "All right, I'll check with the manager for rooms rented to solo guys." "DON:" "All right." "How exciting." "FBI." "FBI." "Open up, please." "FBI." "We know about your sister." "Jenny Bailey?" "Really?" "You solve her murder yet?" "I can understand how that would bother you." "MELANIE:" "There's only one reason you're talking about Jenny." "DAVID:" "Well, you've been avenging her death." "Now you have our attention." "So, let's work this out." "FBI." "Open the door." "Open up." "It's the FBI." "FBI." "DAVID:" "Where is he?" "Who?" "We have the both of you on surveillance tape, Melanie." "Come on." "Mel." "Is he your boss, Mel?" "Does he tell you what to do?" "Oh, maybe he's your lover." "Fourth floor's clear." "Nothing." "We checked all the rooms." "So, where the hell is he?" "COLBY:" "Maybe they haven't gotten started yet." "Or he's doing his dirty work off-site like the last guy." "You know what, check all the surveillance cameras." "We have DNA evidence." "It's over." "Hmm, no." "It's not over." "It's happening right now." "There's Bailey." "Who'd she talk to?" "She sat there alone all night slow drinking rum and cokes." "Wait, wait, back that up." "Yeah, right there." "That is Jack Steves, the social worker." "Yeah, he comes in every once in a while to hassle the pros." "Did he follow anyone out?" "Not that I noticed." "NIKKI:" "Was he talking to Bailey?" "I don't think so." "DAVID:" "It's unraveling, Mel." "It unravelled seven months ago." "I'm playing the hand I was dealt." "COLBY:" "So, where's Jack Steves now?" "Oh, is that his name?" "Where is he?" "Getting what he deserves." "BARTENDER:" "Yeah, Jack's kind of a downer." "He chats up the working girls about medical care and HIV testing." "But tonight he was trying to get them to go home." "Oh, crap." "He kept warning them about murders." "Steves isn't her partner, he's a target." "A guy followed him out of the bar, checked with her before he left." "Where does he live?" "West L.A. All right, guys, get on that." "How come you race like crazy to save perverts but no one came to the aide of my sister?" "Why is that?" "DAVID:" "We have a chance to catch LAPD if we go lights and siren at full speed." "All right, why don't you drive?" "I should only be allowed to total one car per case." "All right, let's see what kind of damage I can do." "(siren wailing)" "NIKKI:" "You're done." "Because somebody looked at me in a bar?" "He make you do it, Mel?" "Is he the mastermind?" "You're just doing what he tells you?" "DON:" "Look, here's the way it works." "You talk now, you get a deal." "(knocking) STEVES:" "Yeah, who is it?" "You know California is a death penalty state, right?" "His name is Rusty Dieben." "Jenny and I met him in foster care." "He's a psycho from way back." "So, why is he avenging your sister's death?" "Rusty just likes to hurt people." "(grunting)" "You used him?" "Yeah." "If Rusty's the boss, that makes you the girlfriend of a two-bit thrill killer." "But if you're the leader..." "You go down in history as one of the most successful female serial killers ever." "NIKKI:" "And you did it all for your sister." "Jenny's never forgotten." "(yelling and grunting)" "Steves was scaring the girls, telling them we were dangerous." "We're protecting them." "How's that?" "You think a john's gonna hurt a hooker if he knows we're watching?" "Anybody disrespects a working girl, we tase them, strangle them, beat the crap out of them, then we dress those macho bastards up in the cartoon trash they want the girls to wear." "This was your idea?" "(sirens wailing)" "(grunting)" "FBI!" "FBI!" "Get off him!" "Get up!" "Back up!" "(grunting)" "Up!" "Easy!" "What is your problem?" "!" "What did I do to you?" "!" "We're the guardians, not you!" "(groaning)" "Take it easy." "All right, get atatement." "We were both treated like garbage our whole lives." "But somehow Jenny never got bitter." "Jenny bled to death because the deviant who beat her up, also stole her purse with her hemophilia meds in it." "And nobody cared." "Nobody." "The cops wouldn't even talk to me." "My little sister was just another dead hooker." "Well, not anymore." "DAVID:" "So, what's up with you?" "You're not gonna drive anymore?" "Of course I am." "Just need a little time to pass." "Okay." "When I was walking out to the car," "I had a flash of the accident and I just don't want that getting in the way of my instincts." "Want to get a beer?" "Uh, not tonight, boys, thanks." "Hey, good job though, huh?" "COLBY:" "Good night." "What are you still doing here?" "I'm just curious about something." "Yeah, what's that?" "Who killed Jenny Bailey." "Let me know if you find anything, huh?" "Yep, I told you it was the hemophilia." "Yes, Laz, you were very helpful on the case." "Oh, well, anytime." "I enjoy practical applications." "I know what you mean." "Listen, I'm, uh, I'm just heading out." "Hey, uh, about the, uh, motorcycle riding club and your brother..." "Hmm, yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen, Laz." "Ugh, it would totally up our street cred." "We have got scientists, dentists, pharmacists, two accountants, one guy from the humanities, but we don't have anybody that, you know, has taken a bullet." "You know, he was also stabbed." "Zounds, that is impressive!" "You don't think there's any way that he would, you know, join us?" "Uh, Don's not really a joiner." "But, uh..." "I suppose anything's possible."