Profiler (1996) s01e20 Episode Script
Into the Abyss
PROFILER TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD I heard a noise.
Is something wrong? Lou Handleman he around here? Looking good, Lou.
- Johnny.
- I'll be damned.
How are you? I missed you.
How's it going with the Fibs? You know, no complaints.
I heard you got a new rank.
Congratulations.
Captain.
How about that? Why are you here in the mud and the blood? We're stretched tight since you left the shop.
And you? Sounds like we may have a pattern linking this case to one in Ohio two weeks ago.
My boss thought we should check it out.
Come on.
I'll introduce you.
Hell, I know Malone from way back when he was a greenstick fresh out of Quantico.
He likes the book? He's not so bad.
Must not be.
He snagged you away from me.
Good to see you again, Malone.
Lou Handleman.
How've you been? All right.
This is Sam Waters, our profiler.
Sam, Lou Handleman.
Nice to meet you.
- Let's have a look-see, huh? - Sure.
After you.
This is Tina Holtz.
Was bedridden with muscular dystrophy for, uh, about fifteen years.
Her whole life was out that window.
- Incense.
- That's right.
I think it's the killer's because it's burned right into the wood.
Same lace, incense classic repose in death, her hands over her heart.
Just like Dayton, Bailey.
And the mouth *** la morte - the grinning of death.
*** has lost her touch - except they don't use the lace.
Grant told me about the other one.
Looks like a single shot to sever the spinal cord at the base of the neck, head repositioned on the pillow.
Her nurse heard the shot about, uh, 3:15.
She's not wearing her breather, or did you take it off? Not us.
She would've asphyxiated slowly, but someone took her out quickly with the gun.
I figure some kind of Kevorkian deal.
A mercy killing? No.
Why the mutilation, the lace? No.
Doesn't make sense.
So, with at least two of these in two states, you probably think this is your case.
It's not just because it crosses state lines.
This is exactly the kind of case we're set up to handle.
If I told you to go pound sand, there'd be a federal warrant inside of an hour.
Come on, don't put us through that.
Keep me in the loop, Bailey.
Maybe I can help.
By the way, the patrol guys tell me they rousted your daughter once or twice.
Frances? She just got to Atlanta last month.
You sure? Afraid so.
Kid of an FBI SAC gets picked up, I always want to know about it.
Same with the city council.
Same with the mayor.
You know how it goes.
Can't be owed too many favors.
But don't you worry about it.
It's nothing heavy, loitering, a little el supremo on the air.
We'll take care of it.
Ok.
Both Tina Holtz in Atlanta and Barry Langtry in Dayton were killed with the same-caliber gun.
It's an Austrian-designed 9-millimeter glock.
Registrations? About 1,000 between Georgia and Ohio.
We're still checking.
- All right.
What else? - Same lace.
Handmade, very expensive classic irish design.
We're checking fabric stores.
Oh, and the incense is myrrh.
- As in "frankincense and"? - Exactly.
Maybe some kind of, uh, religious connection? What do you think, Sam? - Mmm.
- You ok? Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
Nothing a couple of weeks in Fiji wouldn't cure.
Sorry.
Ahem.
I don't think that the myrrh necessarily means that it's religious.
I've been studying death cults and religious customs, and incense is pretty common.
It's the lace and the bloody smile are more intriguing.
Smile in death.
Final release from pain? Well, yeah, but Langtry wasn't sick, so it's not a mercy killing, I mean, not in the usual sense, anyway.
- You think he'll hit again? - I don't know.
We need something aside from M.
O.
to connect the victims.
How about a guess.
I really need more to go on.
Would you at least agree that the mouth-cutting isn't for thrills? Some kind of message? It could be.
I just don't know what he's saying.
Look, without a crystal ball, there's not much more I can tell you, all right? Good night.
I'd say she's burnt.
She needs some time off.
Well, you're gonna have to twist her arm.
She's not gonna ask for it.
Chloe! Chloe, sweetie, have you seen my other brown shoe? Chlo? Chloe, sweetie, what are you doing, huh? You have to go to school.
No, I don't.
It's Saturday.
Yeah.
You're right.
It is Saturday.
Well mama's lost her mind.
But you look very pretty.
You think so? Yeah.
I do, but you're really not old enough to be wearing this stuff yet.
I want to look like you.
Oh, Chloe.
You have a few years before you want to look like me.
Hold that.
I'll be right back.
Hello.
Morning, Sam.
Hey, Bailey.
Sorry it's the weekend, but there's been another hit with the death smile.
Taxi driver in Macon.
Are you sure it's the same? It's the same.
Well, John's already there.
I've got a chopper on standby.
How long before you can get ready? I'm ready.
I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes.
Bye.
Morning, officer.
That's not funny.
It's 7 A.
M.
I've been out all night looking for you.
So that's where you were.
I tried to call.
Look, can we, um talk about this later, please? I'm gonna crash.
Where have you been? What's the difference? Look, instead of cooking, some of my friends and I went to go get a burger and then checked out We had a deal, remember? 11:00.
I got sick, daddy, food poisoning.
I was puking and convulsing.
I thought I was gonna have to go to the hospital.
I don't buy it, Frances.
Fine.
Suit yourself.
I'm starving.
What do we got to eat around here? Frances, did it ever occur to you to just play it straight with me? Didn't think so.
Then we've got more to talk about than I thought.
Gotta go to Macon on a case, try to be home early.
Get some sleep.
Don't leave the house.
What? I'm grounded for eating a burger? Give it a rest, Frances.
Stay here till I get home.
I found these in the cab.
Great.
Thank you.
What do you got for us, John? We got Ben Hodge, all right? His dispatcher lost him over the radio about 2:40.
The cops located the cab about dawn.
Locals say it's pretty quiet around here at nighttime.
No residential.
Mostly warehouses.
It's peaceful, peaceful place to rest.
Here.
It's an antidepressant, controls bipolar disorders.
Macon cops already called his doctor.
Up until 6 years ago, this guy here, Ben Hodge, son at Georgetown Law, the whole bit.
What made him lose it all? His wife and son were murdered, random mugging in D.
C.
, never solved.
He was in emotional torment.
Maybe they are mercy killings.
What about the others? I'm still getting full background on Tina Holtz and Barry Langtry.
Stay with it.
Something in their past may help tie this all together.
I don't know.
You know, we could use more, Sam.
I don't have any more right now.
What do you guys think? Do you think you just push a button, and all these answers are gonna come out of me? I'm sorry.
Um, I don't know any more right now.
Ok.
Samantha.
My Butter cup Only your surrender will grant you peace.
Meeting was for 9:00.
I'm sorry, I overslept.
What's wrong? Nothing, nothing I just need that week in Fiji or maybe a lobotomy at this point.
Go with Fiji.
Couldn't hurt to see something beautiful for a change.
Yeah, well, I'll get a wall calendar.
Seriously, Sam, I've been there a few times Not Fiji I mean the end of the rope.
Come on, Bailey, don't be melodramatic, all right? I just I overslept.
I forgot to set my alarm I guess.
I traced the bloody smile from Sicily to Medieval Europe to the Romans and, ultimately, to primitive Africa.
Now, some cultures buried their dead with these types of masks to send them on their way in a happy frame of mind.
Call that happy? The killer does.
What's happening with the Holtz case? We found out Barry Langtry's wife was killed five years ago.
He was cleared.
Case was never solved.
Same with Tina Holtz.
Her daughter was raped and murdered in '91.
So what's the link between 3 murders from 5, 6 years ago? Look at this.
They're related to the current victims.
John checked with therapists, doctors, victim support groups, see if the current victims knew each other.
No connection other than losing a family member to violent crime.
What about the knife? Any details on the knife? Well, it was sharper than a stick, not as sharp as a scalpel.
Well, whatever it is, he's very good with it, very precise.
Ok, the lace on all three victims was cotton, twenty-four inches wide, handmade at a small mill in Ireland.
There's only one store in Atlanta that imports it.
Assuming it was bought here.
If so, Haywood textiles imports five bolts in '89, sold it to only three customers, right? A decorator bought 4 bolts of it for a historic renovation.
He died last year in a traffic accident.
Last bolt was split between a bridal shop and another woman, Diane Wykoff.
She's got a Glock registered to her name.
Well, what are we doing here? Good work, John.
Are you sure this address is current? According to the assessor.
Weird thing is the phone company disconnected service four years ago.
Reminds me of this crazy old man who lived on the street where I grew up.
Junk house, we called it.
We used to throw rocks at it.
He'd come out shaking his fist.
Then we'd run the hell away.
They must be allergic to light or privacy freaks.
The blinds are closed on every window.
We'll have to come back with a warrant.
Unless you feel like chucking a few rocks at it.
- Huh? - Here, Johnny.
Cheers.
So where does the FBI rank and file hang out? They don't.
Whew.
You happy over there? It's pretty intense.
Well, look, if it gets too intense, uh, you might consider coming on board a new unit that I'm forming.
Only thing that's missing is the, uh, the right guy to run it.
Me? You serious? Yeah.
Think about it.
I hear you got a suspect in the Holtz case.
How'd you hear? Come on, John.
How long have I been on the force? People talk to me.
You got something for us? I know the Wykoffs.
He used to volunteer for us.
He's a a psychic.
You take that stuff seriously? He helped us solve about a half-dozen cases that were totally dead-end, and when he led us to the Benton Park killer, whew, that sure as hell made a believer out of me.
His wife's got a gun, same as used in the killing.
Thanks for the tip, but I know that already.
She told me when she got it.
Thought it'd make him feel safer.
Have you talked to him yet? No, not yet.
I gotta run.
Johnny.
I meant what I said.
You think about it.
Who found the body? Bunch of dogs.
They kept sniffing around so one of the neighbors came over last night.
Almost had a heart attack.
Who is she? We don't know yet.
One shot to the spine.
Expect a slug from a 9-millimeter glock.
It's Diane Wykoff.
I recognize her from her photograph.
Well, so much for our prime suspect.
She's been dead, uh, couple of weeks.
Coroner'll have to pin it down.
Well, there's not much blood here, except on the lace.
He probably killed her somewhere else.
Why kill her someplace else and bring her to Alabama? Because this place meant something to her.
He wanted her to be at rest.
How do you figure that? Well, he's taken more care with her than with the others, pine boughs, the flowers.
It's as if he's trying to be kind to her, trying to do something good for her.
It's got to be someone she knows.
They took the lace, her gun, someone close.
- She married? - Yeah.
He's a psychic.
His name's Elliott Wykoff.
When'd you find that out? Handleman told me last night.
Wykoff worked some cases until he dropped out about five years ago.
Handleman asked if we'd talked to him.
What'd you tell him? I said no, we were looking for his wife.
You mind excusing us for a minute? No problem.
Why would you discuss anything about our case with Handleman? He had pertinent information.
Well, then, it should come to me, John.
You know procedure.
What are you thinking? I got a prior relationship with Handleman.
No offense, but he's not gonna give you jack squat.
Just make sure you don't give jack squat to him.
Ok.
Fine.
So, what happened to Wykoff? Gave it up.
Couldn't handle all the pain he was seeing.
Became a recluse.
Shut out the world completely.
Doesn't sound so bad.
We need to find him and tell him about his wife.
See if he's the one who killed her.
- You clear with that? - I got it.
Thanks.
Ok.
Here's the link between the victims-Wykoff worked with all three of them about five years ago.
They must have been his last cases.
They were.
He tried to solve the murders in their families, but he came up short.
You got this from Handleman? No.
Atlanta, Macon, Dayton D.
A.
s.
Cases still open.
He couldn't stand their pain back then.
Bothered him so much he gave up his work, but the families are still suffering.
So his solution is to kill them? Wykoff! FBI! We've got a warrant! Wykoff! FBI! Search it.
This food can't be more than a couple days old, but Diane Wykoff's been dead for weeks.
He's still here.
All clear.
"The Devil's Own", "Into the Abyss", "Impressions of Man".
All light reading by Elliott Wykoff, psychic-slash-positive thinker.
This is the same figure that's in one of the paintings downstairs.
This bookshelf was added later.
Diane? Uhh.
Diane? Diane! Diane! Diane! Diane! Diane! We just got back the title search on the house in Birmingham.
Wykoff? Belonged to the Wykoff's fifteen years ago.
Good place to rest.
Raises Elliott Wykoff's odds as a suspect.
Not many people would know about their Birmingham place.
As her husband, Wykoff had access to the pistol and the lace she bought.
He doesn't read like our killer.
The person that we're looking for is neat, organized, clinically precise.
Could be an act, though, Sam.
Anyone who makes their living as a psychic for twenty years is a pretty good con artist.
Handleman swears he's real.
He's the last person I'd expect to go in for black magic.
I want to speak to Wykoff alone.
That time as a recluse, he may be agoraphobic.
They should be finished processing him in half an hour.
I'll talk to him tomorrow.
I want to get through some of his work.
It's four o'clock, Sam.
He wrote five books.
You can't get through them all.
Well, actually, he wrote six.
There's an unpublished manuscript and I'll just get through what I can get through.
Not and sleep.
No, I got it.
You guys, I'm fine.
You can only do what you can do, Sam.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Thank you.
See you tomorrow.
You want to stop by Tamara's for a drink? No, thanks.
I know I haven't been much fun tonight, but I've been kind of distracted.
You gonna make a big deal out of this? I'm gonna go home.
Fine.
I don't need to be entertained, John, but when you're with me, be with me.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Actually, I do want to talk to you about something, but- - Ticket, sir? - Thanks.
I've been offered my own unit if I go back to Atlanta P.
D.
Does it sound good? It sounds great.
I'd be reporting to an old buddy, Lou Handleman, and get to call my own shots.
But how do I leave? I've never told anybody this before, but I've always wanted the respect and admiration of my peers, kind of like Eliot Ness in the old days.
Everybody's got dreams, John.
It's not wrong to follow them.
It's wrong to deny them.
Beauty and wisdom.
Big guy was using the good stuff when he made you.
Still want to go home? Eventually.
- Mr.
Wykoff, please come in.
- Thanks.
Uh, excuse the mess.
Um, can I get you something? - Evil.
- Excuse me? That answers any question you were going to ask me.
Evil.
Whose evil? The world's.
It shines on us like the sun, but we don't get warmer, we grow cold, and some of us "Some of us"? Uh, Mr.
Wykoff, in your books you describe yourself as empathic.
We leave something of ourselves on everything that we I can sense that.
I have felt the ugliest of urges the most unspeakable cruelty, the deepest sorrow.
I've died a hundred deaths.
You don't believe me.
You you think I'm crazy.
No, no.
Are you saying that you can predict who the next victim will be? No.
I can't predict the future.
I can only sense the feeling, past and present.
Give me your hand.
Sorry.
Please? You idolized your mother.
She loved puzzles.
You used to sit up together working them.
It made you feel so alive.
That's what hunting these killers was at the beginning, puzzles.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Then you encountered evil, evil in its purest form.
You looked into the abyss, and he he looked at you.
He smiled at you.
- It's close, but it's not him, is it? - No.
Uh, Mr.
Wykoff, uh-you you talk about the crimes that you couldn't solve.
All of these recent deaths are related to those unsolved cases Miss Waters, you have a gift.
It's it's like my empathy.
Please be careful.
It can destroy you and everything you love just like it did my Diane.
Oh, oh, I know.
Bailey? Can I talk to you for a minute? I gotta run.
Um, look, I don't think that Wykoff is faking.
I really believe that he is empathic.
Sounds like a candidate for emotional mercy killing to me.
When he talks about his wife, he says that she's his buffer.
When he refers to her in his books, he calls her his anchor and his caretaker.
Now, why's he going to kill her? Maybe she threatened to leave him.
No.
I don't buy that.
I think the key is in his unpublished manuscript.
It started off as writings about his unsolved cases which involve the current victims and devolved into these paintings and drawings, and then, finally, he just stopped.
Look at this on the last page.
He calls this "The Abyss - The repository of all human evil.
" This is where Wykoff thinks he's headed.
Now, what if the killer is so close to him that he believes it, too? And the killer thinks he's saving people by killing them before they fall into Exactly.
Wykoff's a recluse.
Nobody knew him except for his wife.
No accountant, no lawyer.
He never went to the market.
The mailman never saw him.
He was cut off from all humanity.
Well, not completely.
In every one of his books even his unpublished manuscript.
.
.
He thanks his editor, his secretary, and his police advisor, Lou Handleman.
The editor moved to France three years ago.
They had a pretty close working relationship.
He's now an editor with Violet Blue Publishing.
Ok.
Talk to him.
Thanks.
Mr.
Hollister, were you working for Mr.
Wykoff when he withdrew from public life? That's a nice way to put it.
He went bonkers.
Couldn't leave his house.
But, yeah, I was working for him.
Please, sit down.
Did he have any friends, anyone that he could confide in? Just his wife, and she wasn't all that stable either.
Have you seen him recently, or You mean since I stopped working for him? Yes.
No, I haven't.
At this point, I'm not even sure he would know me if he saw me.
I see.
Um, all right.
Well, thank you for your time.
Sure.
Out.
Get out.
Out.
Out of the house.
Ok.
Party's over.
Pack up and get out.
Come on, out.
Get out.
Now.
Impromptu party? Where's your head, Frannie? Where's yours? You can't go throwing my friends around like that.
You know, he could sue or something.
I've got news for you.
You're seventeen years old, and you're not running the show; I am.
Oh, Really?! I said, get out of the house! Well, this is my life.
And you're screwing it up.
That's it.
Now you are grounded.
No calls, no visitors.
You go to and from school and you come back to this room until I say different.
Fine.
Till I say different.
Agent Malone.
Dick Solum, Federal Public Defender.
I'll cut right to it.
You've got Elliott Wykoff in your lockup.
You've had him for 48 hours, and you've filed diddly.
Now file or kick him.
I'll take it under advisement.
You seem to have forgotten the constitution.
Now kick him and do it soon.
Walk away, Solum.
He's right, you know.
I don't think Wykoff did it.
I don't think he killed anybody, either, Sam.
But I'm sure he knows more.
Well, maybe not.
Maybe he doesn't want to know.
Maybe that's why he's locked himself away in his house for the last five years.
Look, let's just assume for a minute that he is what he says he is.
Now, we get a constant parade of the horribles on television, on the radio, in the newspaper.
Everybody we meet bears their own cross.
Can you imagine what it would be like carrying the weight of all of that? Could break him.
It did break him.
And who's more in need of emotional mercy killing than Elliott Wykoff? He could be next.
Washington.
- Sir? - Set up on Wykoff's house.
- Twenty-four hour? - Follow him remotely.
Yes, sir.
Bailey I'm gonna head over with Wykoff.
I just want to make sure he's ok.
Mr.
Wykoff? That's as far as you go.
Come on, Elliott.
Mr.
Wykoff, I'd like to see you in, if I may.
I'm all right.
Please, just let me go inside.
All right.
Then I'll come by tomorrow and check on you, if that's all right with you.
I'd like that.
I would.
And we can talk more about, you know him.
Well, I don't want to add to your burden.
I want to lighten yours.
Might do us both good.
But right now, I really need a little solitude.
- Who called you? - That's confidential.
Elliott Wykoff isn't socially functional.
He probably hasn't used a phone in years.
He would not call a lawyer, so who called you? If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was a suspect.
The victims were all related to cases you worked on.
Killer also uses a glock.
So do you.
So do half the cops in this city.
What's this really about, Bailey? You embarrass me like this, haul me down to the federal building as part of a murder investigation.
What's your beef? You pissed 'cause I mentioned that your daughter's not red riding hood? Personal motives have no place in bureau procedure.
Oh.
Duly noted.
You know, I thought about applying to, uh feeble, boring, and incompetent about twenty years ago but I'd have never stuck it out with your rules, and how Johnny Grant manages is beyond me.
He said you slapped him with a gag order.
Don't give me that crap.
If one of your subordinates was horse trading with my agents without your say-so, you'd put a stop to it real quick.
Probably.
On the other hand, if a little back scratching helps put away the bad guys, I'm all for it.
You wouldn't scream if we bagged the Jack of all Trades, would you? What about Jack? Oh.
John was filling me in on the case.
Now that I know something about it, if my department should come up with this guy, everybody wins, right? - John.
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah.
We had a drink.
That's all.
What did you talk about? Oh, come on, Bailey, you run my life fourteen hours a day.
Now, you want to dictate my personal time? Handleman threw it in my face you filled him in on some of the details about the Jack investigation.
Didn't happen.
You reminded me of the rules once.
That's all it takes.
Ok.
I believe you.
Handleman's pulling my chain.
What's your problem with Handleman? I hardly know the man, John.
From what I've seen, he's like a small-town politician who never found a corner he couldn't cut.
That's bull.
He's a damn fine cop.
He's not one of those brown-shoe, walking cufflinks we have too many of around here.
I didn't realize you resented working here so much.
You miss the Atlanta P.
D.
? Yeah.
Sometimes I do.
They have one form for every ten of ours.
When they give you responsibility, they at least give you the room to do your job your own way.
The bureau's a bit more rule-bound than the local P.
D.
I'll give you that.
Maybe so, but working here is still like having your head in a vice.
It's catching up on all of us.
I mean, look at Sam.
She's edgier than I've ever seen her.
And you're here, what, fourteen, sixteen hours a day? You got a teenager you barely have time for.
Yeah.
I'm still trying to figure out how to be a father.
I'm not succeeding.
She's pushing it every way she knows how, John.
I'll say.
She's already on a first-name basis with half the cops in Atlanta.
Where'd you get that from? Handleman mentioned it the other day.
You're talking with him about Frances? That's totally unacceptable.
Business is one thing, John.
My personal life-Off-limits.
Listen, it just came up.
What do you expect me to be, Bailey, some kind of robot who needs your permission every time I want to think? This is my daughter, John, and you're talking about her with some guy who's trying to compromise me.
At least he trusts me to do my job.
Is that what you think? You're way out of line, John.
Probably.
Or I would be if I still worked for you.
Uh-Can I get a martini, straight-up, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hey.
SAM: - What's the score? - Somebody's winning, I think.
So, I heard you quit.
Have you decided what you're going to do? What do you mean? Come on.
We've been through a lot together.
We know each other pretty well by now.
You're stressed to the max.
You should save yourself.
You've seen too much.
You're burning out.
That's funny, you know that? That's what Wykoff told me.
So, why don't you listen to him? Part of me likes the fact that I help get these maniacs off the street, right? But there's another part of me, you know, and I'm starting to feel like I'm fading away.
I- I'm scared.
But I'm not going to quit.
If that's what you're living with day to day you should get the hell out, too.
- Hi.
- How's Wykoff today? Oh, quiet.
No visitors except the mailman.
I'm going to go inside and say hello.
I thought you could use some coffee and donuts.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
I've got a walkie if I need you.
Ok.
- Hi.
- Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
You're looking better today.
I'm glad to be back home.
Yeah, I can imagine.
- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.
Um I brought some things.
Um the man whose presence you sensed, he may have handled these, and I thought that - What was his name? - Uh, we call him Jack.
Jack.
He likes the name.
His his identity is quite fluid; but the core, it's fixed, putrid.
Oh, god.
He hated someone you loved.
Killed him, didn't he? Yes.
Ungh goes back a long way.
His family, uh, sent him away for doing unspeakable things.
Oh, god! I can't I can't do it.
Elliott, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Elliott, are you all right? What are you doing here? How did you get inside? It's all right.
He takes care of me.
He's a friend.
Why did you lie to me about not having seen Wykoff in years? It was none of your business.
You should leave him alone.
You can see how damaged he is.
You're the one who called the lawyer.
Who else was going to protect him? You have no idea what this man has been through, and obviously you don't care.
He never stopped working for you, did he, Elliott? I stopped paying him years ago.
How could I? But his devotion never lagged.
Mr.
Hollister, uh I would like you to come with me.
She's only here to use you, Elliott.
No, no, please, don't take William away.
It's ok, Elliott.
It's ok.
All right.
Mr.
Hollister, could you please just step outside? Washington, I need you to give me a hand, please.
It's all it's all going to turn out for the best.
It's all really going to be fine.
Mr.
Hollister, please put the gun down.
- What are you doing? - Don't worry.
William! It's going to be all right.
He thinks that he's helping you.
It's going to be all right.
Did you kill my Diane? No.
You killed my Diane.
No, please.
Elliott.
You killed my Diane.
Please, please.
I am here to help you.
I'm here to take away your pain.
I'm here to take away your pain.
Elliott, please.
Please don't go away from me.
Please.
Please come Let go of me! - Get on the floor! - Down! Get on the floor! I got him.
Please get up! Let's go! Let's go! Ok.
Ok.
Elliott.
Elliott.
- Elliott? - Oh Oh, Elliott.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I found out why Hollister was so obsessed with Wykoff.
He was kidnapped.
Wykoff led the police to him, saved his life.
Hmm.
What a way to pay him back.
How's Wykoff doing? Well, I called the hospital about a half an hour ago, and there's no change.
He has non-pathological catatonia.
- Treatable? - Maybe.
Well, good luck to him.
He predicted it.
He knew he would fall into the abyss.
It's an abstraction.
It's not a real place, Sam.
It's in his mind.
Yeah.
What's the difference? Remember mommy always used to say that improvement begins with "I.
"
Is something wrong? Lou Handleman he around here? Looking good, Lou.
- Johnny.
- I'll be damned.
How are you? I missed you.
How's it going with the Fibs? You know, no complaints.
I heard you got a new rank.
Congratulations.
Captain.
How about that? Why are you here in the mud and the blood? We're stretched tight since you left the shop.
And you? Sounds like we may have a pattern linking this case to one in Ohio two weeks ago.
My boss thought we should check it out.
Come on.
I'll introduce you.
Hell, I know Malone from way back when he was a greenstick fresh out of Quantico.
He likes the book? He's not so bad.
Must not be.
He snagged you away from me.
Good to see you again, Malone.
Lou Handleman.
How've you been? All right.
This is Sam Waters, our profiler.
Sam, Lou Handleman.
Nice to meet you.
- Let's have a look-see, huh? - Sure.
After you.
This is Tina Holtz.
Was bedridden with muscular dystrophy for, uh, about fifteen years.
Her whole life was out that window.
- Incense.
- That's right.
I think it's the killer's because it's burned right into the wood.
Same lace, incense classic repose in death, her hands over her heart.
Just like Dayton, Bailey.
And the mouth *** la morte - the grinning of death.
*** has lost her touch - except they don't use the lace.
Grant told me about the other one.
Looks like a single shot to sever the spinal cord at the base of the neck, head repositioned on the pillow.
Her nurse heard the shot about, uh, 3:15.
She's not wearing her breather, or did you take it off? Not us.
She would've asphyxiated slowly, but someone took her out quickly with the gun.
I figure some kind of Kevorkian deal.
A mercy killing? No.
Why the mutilation, the lace? No.
Doesn't make sense.
So, with at least two of these in two states, you probably think this is your case.
It's not just because it crosses state lines.
This is exactly the kind of case we're set up to handle.
If I told you to go pound sand, there'd be a federal warrant inside of an hour.
Come on, don't put us through that.
Keep me in the loop, Bailey.
Maybe I can help.
By the way, the patrol guys tell me they rousted your daughter once or twice.
Frances? She just got to Atlanta last month.
You sure? Afraid so.
Kid of an FBI SAC gets picked up, I always want to know about it.
Same with the city council.
Same with the mayor.
You know how it goes.
Can't be owed too many favors.
But don't you worry about it.
It's nothing heavy, loitering, a little el supremo on the air.
We'll take care of it.
Ok.
Both Tina Holtz in Atlanta and Barry Langtry in Dayton were killed with the same-caliber gun.
It's an Austrian-designed 9-millimeter glock.
Registrations? About 1,000 between Georgia and Ohio.
We're still checking.
- All right.
What else? - Same lace.
Handmade, very expensive classic irish design.
We're checking fabric stores.
Oh, and the incense is myrrh.
- As in "frankincense and"? - Exactly.
Maybe some kind of, uh, religious connection? What do you think, Sam? - Mmm.
- You ok? Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
Nothing a couple of weeks in Fiji wouldn't cure.
Sorry.
Ahem.
I don't think that the myrrh necessarily means that it's religious.
I've been studying death cults and religious customs, and incense is pretty common.
It's the lace and the bloody smile are more intriguing.
Smile in death.
Final release from pain? Well, yeah, but Langtry wasn't sick, so it's not a mercy killing, I mean, not in the usual sense, anyway.
- You think he'll hit again? - I don't know.
We need something aside from M.
O.
to connect the victims.
How about a guess.
I really need more to go on.
Would you at least agree that the mouth-cutting isn't for thrills? Some kind of message? It could be.
I just don't know what he's saying.
Look, without a crystal ball, there's not much more I can tell you, all right? Good night.
I'd say she's burnt.
She needs some time off.
Well, you're gonna have to twist her arm.
She's not gonna ask for it.
Chloe! Chloe, sweetie, have you seen my other brown shoe? Chlo? Chloe, sweetie, what are you doing, huh? You have to go to school.
No, I don't.
It's Saturday.
Yeah.
You're right.
It is Saturday.
Well mama's lost her mind.
But you look very pretty.
You think so? Yeah.
I do, but you're really not old enough to be wearing this stuff yet.
I want to look like you.
Oh, Chloe.
You have a few years before you want to look like me.
Hold that.
I'll be right back.
Hello.
Morning, Sam.
Hey, Bailey.
Sorry it's the weekend, but there's been another hit with the death smile.
Taxi driver in Macon.
Are you sure it's the same? It's the same.
Well, John's already there.
I've got a chopper on standby.
How long before you can get ready? I'm ready.
I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes.
Bye.
Morning, officer.
That's not funny.
It's 7 A.
M.
I've been out all night looking for you.
So that's where you were.
I tried to call.
Look, can we, um talk about this later, please? I'm gonna crash.
Where have you been? What's the difference? Look, instead of cooking, some of my friends and I went to go get a burger and then checked out We had a deal, remember? 11:00.
I got sick, daddy, food poisoning.
I was puking and convulsing.
I thought I was gonna have to go to the hospital.
I don't buy it, Frances.
Fine.
Suit yourself.
I'm starving.
What do we got to eat around here? Frances, did it ever occur to you to just play it straight with me? Didn't think so.
Then we've got more to talk about than I thought.
Gotta go to Macon on a case, try to be home early.
Get some sleep.
Don't leave the house.
What? I'm grounded for eating a burger? Give it a rest, Frances.
Stay here till I get home.
I found these in the cab.
Great.
Thank you.
What do you got for us, John? We got Ben Hodge, all right? His dispatcher lost him over the radio about 2:40.
The cops located the cab about dawn.
Locals say it's pretty quiet around here at nighttime.
No residential.
Mostly warehouses.
It's peaceful, peaceful place to rest.
Here.
It's an antidepressant, controls bipolar disorders.
Macon cops already called his doctor.
Up until 6 years ago, this guy here, Ben Hodge, son at Georgetown Law, the whole bit.
What made him lose it all? His wife and son were murdered, random mugging in D.
C.
, never solved.
He was in emotional torment.
Maybe they are mercy killings.
What about the others? I'm still getting full background on Tina Holtz and Barry Langtry.
Stay with it.
Something in their past may help tie this all together.
I don't know.
You know, we could use more, Sam.
I don't have any more right now.
What do you guys think? Do you think you just push a button, and all these answers are gonna come out of me? I'm sorry.
Um, I don't know any more right now.
Ok.
Samantha.
My Butter cup Only your surrender will grant you peace.
Meeting was for 9:00.
I'm sorry, I overslept.
What's wrong? Nothing, nothing I just need that week in Fiji or maybe a lobotomy at this point.
Go with Fiji.
Couldn't hurt to see something beautiful for a change.
Yeah, well, I'll get a wall calendar.
Seriously, Sam, I've been there a few times Not Fiji I mean the end of the rope.
Come on, Bailey, don't be melodramatic, all right? I just I overslept.
I forgot to set my alarm I guess.
I traced the bloody smile from Sicily to Medieval Europe to the Romans and, ultimately, to primitive Africa.
Now, some cultures buried their dead with these types of masks to send them on their way in a happy frame of mind.
Call that happy? The killer does.
What's happening with the Holtz case? We found out Barry Langtry's wife was killed five years ago.
He was cleared.
Case was never solved.
Same with Tina Holtz.
Her daughter was raped and murdered in '91.
So what's the link between 3 murders from 5, 6 years ago? Look at this.
They're related to the current victims.
John checked with therapists, doctors, victim support groups, see if the current victims knew each other.
No connection other than losing a family member to violent crime.
What about the knife? Any details on the knife? Well, it was sharper than a stick, not as sharp as a scalpel.
Well, whatever it is, he's very good with it, very precise.
Ok, the lace on all three victims was cotton, twenty-four inches wide, handmade at a small mill in Ireland.
There's only one store in Atlanta that imports it.
Assuming it was bought here.
If so, Haywood textiles imports five bolts in '89, sold it to only three customers, right? A decorator bought 4 bolts of it for a historic renovation.
He died last year in a traffic accident.
Last bolt was split between a bridal shop and another woman, Diane Wykoff.
She's got a Glock registered to her name.
Well, what are we doing here? Good work, John.
Are you sure this address is current? According to the assessor.
Weird thing is the phone company disconnected service four years ago.
Reminds me of this crazy old man who lived on the street where I grew up.
Junk house, we called it.
We used to throw rocks at it.
He'd come out shaking his fist.
Then we'd run the hell away.
They must be allergic to light or privacy freaks.
The blinds are closed on every window.
We'll have to come back with a warrant.
Unless you feel like chucking a few rocks at it.
- Huh? - Here, Johnny.
Cheers.
So where does the FBI rank and file hang out? They don't.
Whew.
You happy over there? It's pretty intense.
Well, look, if it gets too intense, uh, you might consider coming on board a new unit that I'm forming.
Only thing that's missing is the, uh, the right guy to run it.
Me? You serious? Yeah.
Think about it.
I hear you got a suspect in the Holtz case.
How'd you hear? Come on, John.
How long have I been on the force? People talk to me.
You got something for us? I know the Wykoffs.
He used to volunteer for us.
He's a a psychic.
You take that stuff seriously? He helped us solve about a half-dozen cases that were totally dead-end, and when he led us to the Benton Park killer, whew, that sure as hell made a believer out of me.
His wife's got a gun, same as used in the killing.
Thanks for the tip, but I know that already.
She told me when she got it.
Thought it'd make him feel safer.
Have you talked to him yet? No, not yet.
I gotta run.
Johnny.
I meant what I said.
You think about it.
Who found the body? Bunch of dogs.
They kept sniffing around so one of the neighbors came over last night.
Almost had a heart attack.
Who is she? We don't know yet.
One shot to the spine.
Expect a slug from a 9-millimeter glock.
It's Diane Wykoff.
I recognize her from her photograph.
Well, so much for our prime suspect.
She's been dead, uh, couple of weeks.
Coroner'll have to pin it down.
Well, there's not much blood here, except on the lace.
He probably killed her somewhere else.
Why kill her someplace else and bring her to Alabama? Because this place meant something to her.
He wanted her to be at rest.
How do you figure that? Well, he's taken more care with her than with the others, pine boughs, the flowers.
It's as if he's trying to be kind to her, trying to do something good for her.
It's got to be someone she knows.
They took the lace, her gun, someone close.
- She married? - Yeah.
He's a psychic.
His name's Elliott Wykoff.
When'd you find that out? Handleman told me last night.
Wykoff worked some cases until he dropped out about five years ago.
Handleman asked if we'd talked to him.
What'd you tell him? I said no, we were looking for his wife.
You mind excusing us for a minute? No problem.
Why would you discuss anything about our case with Handleman? He had pertinent information.
Well, then, it should come to me, John.
You know procedure.
What are you thinking? I got a prior relationship with Handleman.
No offense, but he's not gonna give you jack squat.
Just make sure you don't give jack squat to him.
Ok.
Fine.
So, what happened to Wykoff? Gave it up.
Couldn't handle all the pain he was seeing.
Became a recluse.
Shut out the world completely.
Doesn't sound so bad.
We need to find him and tell him about his wife.
See if he's the one who killed her.
- You clear with that? - I got it.
Thanks.
Ok.
Here's the link between the victims-Wykoff worked with all three of them about five years ago.
They must have been his last cases.
They were.
He tried to solve the murders in their families, but he came up short.
You got this from Handleman? No.
Atlanta, Macon, Dayton D.
A.
s.
Cases still open.
He couldn't stand their pain back then.
Bothered him so much he gave up his work, but the families are still suffering.
So his solution is to kill them? Wykoff! FBI! We've got a warrant! Wykoff! FBI! Search it.
This food can't be more than a couple days old, but Diane Wykoff's been dead for weeks.
He's still here.
All clear.
"The Devil's Own", "Into the Abyss", "Impressions of Man".
All light reading by Elliott Wykoff, psychic-slash-positive thinker.
This is the same figure that's in one of the paintings downstairs.
This bookshelf was added later.
Diane? Uhh.
Diane? Diane! Diane! Diane! Diane! Diane! We just got back the title search on the house in Birmingham.
Wykoff? Belonged to the Wykoff's fifteen years ago.
Good place to rest.
Raises Elliott Wykoff's odds as a suspect.
Not many people would know about their Birmingham place.
As her husband, Wykoff had access to the pistol and the lace she bought.
He doesn't read like our killer.
The person that we're looking for is neat, organized, clinically precise.
Could be an act, though, Sam.
Anyone who makes their living as a psychic for twenty years is a pretty good con artist.
Handleman swears he's real.
He's the last person I'd expect to go in for black magic.
I want to speak to Wykoff alone.
That time as a recluse, he may be agoraphobic.
They should be finished processing him in half an hour.
I'll talk to him tomorrow.
I want to get through some of his work.
It's four o'clock, Sam.
He wrote five books.
You can't get through them all.
Well, actually, he wrote six.
There's an unpublished manuscript and I'll just get through what I can get through.
Not and sleep.
No, I got it.
You guys, I'm fine.
You can only do what you can do, Sam.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Thank you.
See you tomorrow.
You want to stop by Tamara's for a drink? No, thanks.
I know I haven't been much fun tonight, but I've been kind of distracted.
You gonna make a big deal out of this? I'm gonna go home.
Fine.
I don't need to be entertained, John, but when you're with me, be with me.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Actually, I do want to talk to you about something, but- - Ticket, sir? - Thanks.
I've been offered my own unit if I go back to Atlanta P.
D.
Does it sound good? It sounds great.
I'd be reporting to an old buddy, Lou Handleman, and get to call my own shots.
But how do I leave? I've never told anybody this before, but I've always wanted the respect and admiration of my peers, kind of like Eliot Ness in the old days.
Everybody's got dreams, John.
It's not wrong to follow them.
It's wrong to deny them.
Beauty and wisdom.
Big guy was using the good stuff when he made you.
Still want to go home? Eventually.
- Mr.
Wykoff, please come in.
- Thanks.
Uh, excuse the mess.
Um, can I get you something? - Evil.
- Excuse me? That answers any question you were going to ask me.
Evil.
Whose evil? The world's.
It shines on us like the sun, but we don't get warmer, we grow cold, and some of us "Some of us"? Uh, Mr.
Wykoff, in your books you describe yourself as empathic.
We leave something of ourselves on everything that we I can sense that.
I have felt the ugliest of urges the most unspeakable cruelty, the deepest sorrow.
I've died a hundred deaths.
You don't believe me.
You you think I'm crazy.
No, no.
Are you saying that you can predict who the next victim will be? No.
I can't predict the future.
I can only sense the feeling, past and present.
Give me your hand.
Sorry.
Please? You idolized your mother.
She loved puzzles.
You used to sit up together working them.
It made you feel so alive.
That's what hunting these killers was at the beginning, puzzles.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Then you encountered evil, evil in its purest form.
You looked into the abyss, and he he looked at you.
He smiled at you.
- It's close, but it's not him, is it? - No.
Uh, Mr.
Wykoff, uh-you you talk about the crimes that you couldn't solve.
All of these recent deaths are related to those unsolved cases Miss Waters, you have a gift.
It's it's like my empathy.
Please be careful.
It can destroy you and everything you love just like it did my Diane.
Oh, oh, I know.
Bailey? Can I talk to you for a minute? I gotta run.
Um, look, I don't think that Wykoff is faking.
I really believe that he is empathic.
Sounds like a candidate for emotional mercy killing to me.
When he talks about his wife, he says that she's his buffer.
When he refers to her in his books, he calls her his anchor and his caretaker.
Now, why's he going to kill her? Maybe she threatened to leave him.
No.
I don't buy that.
I think the key is in his unpublished manuscript.
It started off as writings about his unsolved cases which involve the current victims and devolved into these paintings and drawings, and then, finally, he just stopped.
Look at this on the last page.
He calls this "The Abyss - The repository of all human evil.
" This is where Wykoff thinks he's headed.
Now, what if the killer is so close to him that he believes it, too? And the killer thinks he's saving people by killing them before they fall into Exactly.
Wykoff's a recluse.
Nobody knew him except for his wife.
No accountant, no lawyer.
He never went to the market.
The mailman never saw him.
He was cut off from all humanity.
Well, not completely.
In every one of his books even his unpublished manuscript.
.
.
He thanks his editor, his secretary, and his police advisor, Lou Handleman.
The editor moved to France three years ago.
They had a pretty close working relationship.
He's now an editor with Violet Blue Publishing.
Ok.
Talk to him.
Thanks.
Mr.
Hollister, were you working for Mr.
Wykoff when he withdrew from public life? That's a nice way to put it.
He went bonkers.
Couldn't leave his house.
But, yeah, I was working for him.
Please, sit down.
Did he have any friends, anyone that he could confide in? Just his wife, and she wasn't all that stable either.
Have you seen him recently, or You mean since I stopped working for him? Yes.
No, I haven't.
At this point, I'm not even sure he would know me if he saw me.
I see.
Um, all right.
Well, thank you for your time.
Sure.
Out.
Get out.
Out.
Out of the house.
Ok.
Party's over.
Pack up and get out.
Come on, out.
Get out.
Now.
Impromptu party? Where's your head, Frannie? Where's yours? You can't go throwing my friends around like that.
You know, he could sue or something.
I've got news for you.
You're seventeen years old, and you're not running the show; I am.
Oh, Really?! I said, get out of the house! Well, this is my life.
And you're screwing it up.
That's it.
Now you are grounded.
No calls, no visitors.
You go to and from school and you come back to this room until I say different.
Fine.
Till I say different.
Agent Malone.
Dick Solum, Federal Public Defender.
I'll cut right to it.
You've got Elliott Wykoff in your lockup.
You've had him for 48 hours, and you've filed diddly.
Now file or kick him.
I'll take it under advisement.
You seem to have forgotten the constitution.
Now kick him and do it soon.
Walk away, Solum.
He's right, you know.
I don't think Wykoff did it.
I don't think he killed anybody, either, Sam.
But I'm sure he knows more.
Well, maybe not.
Maybe he doesn't want to know.
Maybe that's why he's locked himself away in his house for the last five years.
Look, let's just assume for a minute that he is what he says he is.
Now, we get a constant parade of the horribles on television, on the radio, in the newspaper.
Everybody we meet bears their own cross.
Can you imagine what it would be like carrying the weight of all of that? Could break him.
It did break him.
And who's more in need of emotional mercy killing than Elliott Wykoff? He could be next.
Washington.
- Sir? - Set up on Wykoff's house.
- Twenty-four hour? - Follow him remotely.
Yes, sir.
Bailey I'm gonna head over with Wykoff.
I just want to make sure he's ok.
Mr.
Wykoff? That's as far as you go.
Come on, Elliott.
Mr.
Wykoff, I'd like to see you in, if I may.
I'm all right.
Please, just let me go inside.
All right.
Then I'll come by tomorrow and check on you, if that's all right with you.
I'd like that.
I would.
And we can talk more about, you know him.
Well, I don't want to add to your burden.
I want to lighten yours.
Might do us both good.
But right now, I really need a little solitude.
- Who called you? - That's confidential.
Elliott Wykoff isn't socially functional.
He probably hasn't used a phone in years.
He would not call a lawyer, so who called you? If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was a suspect.
The victims were all related to cases you worked on.
Killer also uses a glock.
So do you.
So do half the cops in this city.
What's this really about, Bailey? You embarrass me like this, haul me down to the federal building as part of a murder investigation.
What's your beef? You pissed 'cause I mentioned that your daughter's not red riding hood? Personal motives have no place in bureau procedure.
Oh.
Duly noted.
You know, I thought about applying to, uh feeble, boring, and incompetent about twenty years ago but I'd have never stuck it out with your rules, and how Johnny Grant manages is beyond me.
He said you slapped him with a gag order.
Don't give me that crap.
If one of your subordinates was horse trading with my agents without your say-so, you'd put a stop to it real quick.
Probably.
On the other hand, if a little back scratching helps put away the bad guys, I'm all for it.
You wouldn't scream if we bagged the Jack of all Trades, would you? What about Jack? Oh.
John was filling me in on the case.
Now that I know something about it, if my department should come up with this guy, everybody wins, right? - John.
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah.
We had a drink.
That's all.
What did you talk about? Oh, come on, Bailey, you run my life fourteen hours a day.
Now, you want to dictate my personal time? Handleman threw it in my face you filled him in on some of the details about the Jack investigation.
Didn't happen.
You reminded me of the rules once.
That's all it takes.
Ok.
I believe you.
Handleman's pulling my chain.
What's your problem with Handleman? I hardly know the man, John.
From what I've seen, he's like a small-town politician who never found a corner he couldn't cut.
That's bull.
He's a damn fine cop.
He's not one of those brown-shoe, walking cufflinks we have too many of around here.
I didn't realize you resented working here so much.
You miss the Atlanta P.
D.
? Yeah.
Sometimes I do.
They have one form for every ten of ours.
When they give you responsibility, they at least give you the room to do your job your own way.
The bureau's a bit more rule-bound than the local P.
D.
I'll give you that.
Maybe so, but working here is still like having your head in a vice.
It's catching up on all of us.
I mean, look at Sam.
She's edgier than I've ever seen her.
And you're here, what, fourteen, sixteen hours a day? You got a teenager you barely have time for.
Yeah.
I'm still trying to figure out how to be a father.
I'm not succeeding.
She's pushing it every way she knows how, John.
I'll say.
She's already on a first-name basis with half the cops in Atlanta.
Where'd you get that from? Handleman mentioned it the other day.
You're talking with him about Frances? That's totally unacceptable.
Business is one thing, John.
My personal life-Off-limits.
Listen, it just came up.
What do you expect me to be, Bailey, some kind of robot who needs your permission every time I want to think? This is my daughter, John, and you're talking about her with some guy who's trying to compromise me.
At least he trusts me to do my job.
Is that what you think? You're way out of line, John.
Probably.
Or I would be if I still worked for you.
Uh-Can I get a martini, straight-up, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Hey.
SAM: - What's the score? - Somebody's winning, I think.
So, I heard you quit.
Have you decided what you're going to do? What do you mean? Come on.
We've been through a lot together.
We know each other pretty well by now.
You're stressed to the max.
You should save yourself.
You've seen too much.
You're burning out.
That's funny, you know that? That's what Wykoff told me.
So, why don't you listen to him? Part of me likes the fact that I help get these maniacs off the street, right? But there's another part of me, you know, and I'm starting to feel like I'm fading away.
I- I'm scared.
But I'm not going to quit.
If that's what you're living with day to day you should get the hell out, too.
- Hi.
- How's Wykoff today? Oh, quiet.
No visitors except the mailman.
I'm going to go inside and say hello.
I thought you could use some coffee and donuts.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
I've got a walkie if I need you.
Ok.
- Hi.
- Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
You're looking better today.
I'm glad to be back home.
Yeah, I can imagine.
- Please, have a seat.
- Thank you.
Um I brought some things.
Um the man whose presence you sensed, he may have handled these, and I thought that - What was his name? - Uh, we call him Jack.
Jack.
He likes the name.
His his identity is quite fluid; but the core, it's fixed, putrid.
Oh, god.
He hated someone you loved.
Killed him, didn't he? Yes.
Ungh goes back a long way.
His family, uh, sent him away for doing unspeakable things.
Oh, god! I can't I can't do it.
Elliott, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Elliott, are you all right? What are you doing here? How did you get inside? It's all right.
He takes care of me.
He's a friend.
Why did you lie to me about not having seen Wykoff in years? It was none of your business.
You should leave him alone.
You can see how damaged he is.
You're the one who called the lawyer.
Who else was going to protect him? You have no idea what this man has been through, and obviously you don't care.
He never stopped working for you, did he, Elliott? I stopped paying him years ago.
How could I? But his devotion never lagged.
Mr.
Hollister, uh I would like you to come with me.
She's only here to use you, Elliott.
No, no, please, don't take William away.
It's ok, Elliott.
It's ok.
All right.
Mr.
Hollister, could you please just step outside? Washington, I need you to give me a hand, please.
It's all it's all going to turn out for the best.
It's all really going to be fine.
Mr.
Hollister, please put the gun down.
- What are you doing? - Don't worry.
William! It's going to be all right.
He thinks that he's helping you.
It's going to be all right.
Did you kill my Diane? No.
You killed my Diane.
No, please.
Elliott.
You killed my Diane.
Please, please.
I am here to help you.
I'm here to take away your pain.
I'm here to take away your pain.
Elliott, please.
Please don't go away from me.
Please.
Please come Let go of me! - Get on the floor! - Down! Get on the floor! I got him.
Please get up! Let's go! Let's go! Ok.
Ok.
Elliott.
Elliott.
- Elliott? - Oh Oh, Elliott.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I found out why Hollister was so obsessed with Wykoff.
He was kidnapped.
Wykoff led the police to him, saved his life.
Hmm.
What a way to pay him back.
How's Wykoff doing? Well, I called the hospital about a half an hour ago, and there's no change.
He has non-pathological catatonia.
- Treatable? - Maybe.
Well, good luck to him.
He predicted it.
He knew he would fall into the abyss.
It's an abstraction.
It's not a real place, Sam.
It's in his mind.
Yeah.
What's the difference? Remember mommy always used to say that improvement begins with "I.
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