Kiss the Girls

You want to know all about me, don't you?

Well, let's see, now.

The first time I was in love

was June, 1975, in Boca Raton.

Her name was Coty Pierce.

She lived there with her parents

and her little sister, Karrie.

And I loved her, too.

I loved them both, and they were in love with me.

They just didn't know it.

No one did.

I lived with them all that June.

I don't understand.

I lived in the attic.

I was watching.

I loved the expression on their faces when they slept.

And then I decided to declare myself

and show them how much they loved me.

- What happened? - What happened?

Coty was honored.

She kissed me back.

And then Karrie.

And finally that night,

I kissed their mother, too.

Just a little pinprick. There.

Kiss me.

That's it. You guys watching this?

Good. Knock it back! Knock it back!

Good.

But you gotta remember, this game is 80% winning and 20% talent.

You've got to keep running.

That's it, that's it, that's it. That's my boy.

Good. Bring an uppercut.

Right hand. Good.

I don't want you to fall on your face 'cause you missed that jab.

What am I always telling you?

Power comes from leverage and technique.

You paying attention?

I gotta go, guys.

But you pair off and hit the heavy bag. Three rounds each. Let's go.

How long has she been inside?

I'm on my way.

Their names are Edmund and Dianne Wainford,

ages 48 and 42.

An item about seven years, no prior complaints.

Neighbours are saying the usual, they were divorced,

they were married, they were separated,

they were reconciled, or in the process of.

His idea, her idea, no one has a clue.

All I know is that's Edmund, and Dianne's in the bedroom.

- Whose gun? - You stupid fucking bitch!

He had a.38 Smith & Wesson registered.

Look like a.38 to you?

You want a vest?

I don't think I'll need one.

Dianne?

This is Alex Cross, DCPD.

I need to talk to you.

Okay?

Dianne, I'm gonna open the door, all right?

I'm going to open it now.

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

Please. Please, Dianne.

Look, I'm gonna close this door.

I'm gonna move this chair, okay, and block the door.

That way nobody comes in,

and this stays between me and you, okay?

Could you take the gun out of your mouth, please?

Look, it's just as effective if you put it to your temple.

Just makes it easier to talk.

- What sort of policeman are you? - I'm a forensic psychologist.

It's a fancy way of saying I'm a guy who walks into a room like that

and determines the hows and whys.

Then you don't need to hear from me.

No, no. I don't.

But I need for you to confirm a couple of things for me.

For instance, did Edmund often beat you after he drank?

And the turtleneck you're wearing, is that to hide bruises?

Do you often have to hide marks that he put on your body?

Two weeks ago,

he hit me.

And I swore it was the last time.

I finally get the nerve to leave that son of a bitch,

and then he suckers me back.

You know what I think, Dianne? I think you did what you had to do.

Thing now is just to figure out how to finish things off.

The right way, Dianne. The right way.

Look, is it all right if I come a little closer?

Thanks.

Now, as I see it, all we have to do is get photographs of your bruises.

Now, I know at least half a dozen top-notch lawyers.

They specialise in battered women's defences.

Point is, Dianne,

if you pull the trigger,

no one will ever know the truth.

Can I have it?

Dianne?

Samp, what are you doing here? Doughnut raid?

Alex, hold on.

Look, May's inside.

- Yeah? - We got a call from Durham today.

Durham?

Naomi is missing. Come on.

What do you mean, "missing"?

They called May this afternoon from the law school.

She called me. I called them back.

Told them who you were, her uncle, and all that.

They said she's been missing for four days.

Four days?

But Durham Police is on it now.

The guy I talked to sounded solid.

Don't talk to him, talk to me. They stole my child!

Now, May, just take it easy. Take it easy.

We're going to handle this together,

but with your high blood pressure, I need you to relax right now, okay?

- Yeah, but what if... - Now, now, now, now,

you just take it easy.

Relax and breathe. Look at me, look at me. I want to tell you something.

Do you remember when Naomi was about 10 years old, she got lost?

You got all frantic because you thought we'd never find her.

- Do you remember that? - Yeah.

You were worried she'd have an asthma attack or something.

Remember that?

Turns out she was with the neighbours and everything was just fine.

Well, everything is gonna be fine now,

'cause I'm going to handle this myself, May.

And you know you can trust me, right?

- You know I'm going to handle this. - I trust you.

Okay.

Now, Nana is going to take you up to Janell's room.

- You just relax for a while. - I don't need to relax.

May.

Yeah.

Good. All right.

I'll have to go down there.

Listen, Alex. Stay here.

Come on, John.

If they got a chance to wrap it up down there,

how long do you think they're going to hunt for one lost black girl?

Just stay here, man. I'll go down there.

There's nothing you can do anyway. It's out of your jurisdiction.

You don't understand.

I got to go.

Please talk to me.

Talk to me the way you used to. Please, say something.

Please. I'm sorry.

I can be better.

I can be good.

I won't be bad any more.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Please, I swear.

- You promise? - Yeah.

I'll make you happy.

How?

Let me show you.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me!

I love you.

Megan, I don't believe you.

I love you.

Of course you do.

Good afternoon, Sergeant.

Dr Alex Cross, Washington DCPD.

I'd like to see Chief Hatfield, please.

Well, Doctor, the Chief's tied up at the moment.

We'll let him know you're here.

I'm sure he will be with you as soon as he possibly can.

Take a load off.

Thank you.

- Sign this, sir. - Dr Cross.

You've been waiting for us for a while.

About two hours.

Well, we got us a laid-back way down here.

- So I see. - Good.

- Run these names through the printer. - Yes, sir.

I'm sorry about the wait.

Nick Ruskin.

Nick.

- Davey Sikes. - Sikes.

It's been real busy around here.

We got a homicide, and not your garden-variety, either.

Meaning?

That's all I know.

We are heading out there now. You can ride with us if you like.

The board shows eight women missing.

How closely connected are they?

Well, they all share the same profile. Young, late teens, early 20s, pretty,

all from inside the Research Triangle.

And each of them was ambushed. No witnesses. Does his homework.

And then he ties them naked to a tree and chops off their hair.

Only two bodies have been found. This will probably be the third.

And the killer left a note for us at the second murder scene.

- Signed it "Casanova." - Casanova. The great lover.

This one here, is she white, black or...

All we know is she's a young woman who didn't die happy.

Our Chief Hatfield will be up at the scene.

I'll bet you two will get along like pigs in a blanket.

Well, it's not her.

Dr Cross. My boss, Chief Hatfield.

Chief.