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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON FOX: 2005/09/23
Killer Instinct 1x01 Pilot
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Can you respond to 4436 Fine street?
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Found in bed. Proceed to 996 Sutter street.
Apartment 318.
2 Adam, 10-4. Affirmative.
- Detective Hale? - Got here as soon as I could.
It's an 802.
Dispatch requested an officer, not a detective.
Homicide wasn't called.
Look, there's no signs of foul play, there's nothing suspicious.
Third dead body in a month.
All died in their apartments. Female. Young.
The walls are thin.
No one heard anything.
It appears she...
died in her sleep.
That's what you guys said about the other 2.
All 3 women were in their early twenties.
So what's killing them, old age?
Hale. / Hey, Jeff.
Huh. Heard you're back. How you doing?
Better than her.
- How's the deviant crime unit? - The wacko ward?
- Any red bumps on the body? - Ah, we just tagged and bagged her.
Why? What are you thinking?
- Her autopsy's a priority. - It's a routine call.
It's probably an aneurysm, or something congenital.
Hale, I just wanna say how sorry I am about, um, what happened to Kim.
Thanks.
Tell the M.E. I want her posted ASAP.
Sure.
You started without me.
Detective Lyford, your new partner. There was a memo.
How'd you find me here?
At 6 A.M, you drove to the bay,
then you checked in with P.D., Then you went to the firing range,
then you went back to your apartment, and now here.
It looks like you're responding to the 802, although you weren't invited.
You're tailing me?
Lojack.
Which means you reported my car stolen.
No offense, Lyford, but I'm busy here.
You think this death has something to do with the other 2.
Grab me some coffee, will you?
Hale, when the lieutenant assigned me to you,
I knew it wasn't gonna be easy, but come on.
How do you feel about deviant crime?
I'm against it.
Good. / Well, I think all criminals are deviant,
but if the department finds it helpful to differentiate crimes
based on the magnitude of weird, so be it.
We get the best of the bunch.
I could still use that coffee.
And I'm still your partner, not your barista.
The decedent would've set the coffee maker to brew right
before she planned to wake up,
so you think the killer may have entered the apartment some time before 5 A.M.?
See, if you knew everything about me, Lyford, you'd know I don't drink coffee.
The last thing I need is something that keeps me awake.
I'm gonna head over to the M.E.
When forensics arrives, fill them in.
Well, officially, this isn't a homicide case,
so forensics is not gonna be showing up. / Oh, come on.
With your cheery disposition?
I'm sure you got a friend in the department. Call in a favor.
Hairs on the sheet look pubic. Have them sent to the lab.
Also scratches on the door need to be analyzed.
Yeah, the whole scene needs to be photo documented. I got it.
Okay.
Where we at, doc?
Cardiac arrest.
Come on, Klepp.
Heart attacks aren't why you die, they're how you die.
What else? / Microscopic latex residue in the vaginal fold.
Raped with a condom.
Male penetration. Not a rape.
There's no sign of force, no trauma.
Vanilla sex, hours before death.
Red bumps right here and here, just like the other 2.
Could be significant. Let me look into it.
San Francisco's a damp place. There's a lot of bugs.
Some are scary, but none are poisonous.
Hale... / Yeah?
I thought you might want that back.
Why, do you think that's mine?
I know that you and Kim were more than just partners.
She never said a word to me,
but we were close.
I helped box up her stuff, and this was in her purse.
Thanks.
I miss her, too.
What, am I not keeping you busy enough, detective?
I just spoke with an officer who said you showed up at an 802.
Now, from what I'm told, the D.B.'s a natural.
The deceased's name is Angela Wilkens.
She's the third young woman to die of cardiac arrest in the past month.
- It happens. - All 3 women lived alone.
They all died in their beds, face up, between midnight and 5 A.M.
- Not drug related, sir. - Look...
One second.
Hale.
It's Lyford.
A neighbor called Angela Wilkens' parents,
and they're on scene.
I know we haven't been assigned the case yet,
but I figured you'd wanna talk to them.
Send them to the lobster house on the pier. I'm on my way.
The lobster house?
Best shrimp in the city.
I'm detective Hale.
I really appreciate you meeting me here.
They're saying that Angela passed away in her sleep.
She was in perfect health.
I'm not officially authorized to investigate your daughter's death,
but if you were to request my assistance,
I'd be violating my public oath if I declined.
Please help us.
I'll do everything I can.
I need the names of any men your daughter may have been seeing.
Sexually speaking.
It's relevant to the case.
There was no man in Angela's life.
How about close friends?
Someone she would've told her secrets?
She discusses everything with me.
Why is this so important?
She had intercourse shortly before she died.
Detective, Angela is gay.
She's never been with a guy, and she wasn't dating anyone.
Angela is our only child.
We talk every day.
Anything you want from us,
anything you need to know.
I may have further questions.
You call us...
anytime...
day or night.
Thank you.
Detective Kim Armstrong
S.F.P.D Our Fallen Heroes
Angela Wilkens was a lesbian.
This look straight to you?
It's fine.
Yeah, maybe the room's tilted.
There was male penetration shortly before death.
- What, switch hitter? - Not likely.
Look, the killer's signature is unusual, inventive,
something we've never seen before,
which qualifies it as deviant.
We need to talk.
A month ago..
when I decided to take you back...
I returned 3 days shy of losing tenure.
You had no choice, sir.
Whatever. About your leave of absence.
You disappeared on me for almost 6 months.
You think you'll ever tell me where it is you went?
Don't know why that's important right now.
Listen, Jack,
I can't even imagine what it must be like to lose a partner in the line of duty but...
Lieutenant... / But there was nothing you could do to save her.
Sir... / Kim was an asset to this department.
Her death effected us all.
Now, that being said, I need to know that your head is clear,
and that you will investigate the cases that I assign.
Do I have this case or not, sir?
Do I have a choice?
Watching
I'm watching you
What are you looking at?
Just reviewing the case.
The trace tech in forensics analyzed
the supposed pubic hairs found in Angela's bed.
They're not human.
DNA came bach arachnid.
The lab I.D.'d the species.
They were shed from a funnel-web spider.
They're venomous, deadly, and native to Australia.
During the mating season,
the males will attack any warm-blooded animal in their vicinity.
Tox panels don't screen for venom.
That's why the M.E. was in the dark.
Yeah, and the venom causes paralysis,
which explains the absence of vaginal trauma.
- She couldn't tense her muscles. - Right.
I called the department of agriculture.
Over the past 5 years, 6 funnel-web permits were issued.
4 were out of state. The fifth is a zoo in San Diego.
And then there's John Barton, an entomology professor at Berkeley.
He imported 2 spiders last May.
I called the university. He's got office hours at 3.
Great. I'll go talk to him.
I gathered this information. I'm going with you.
Don't you think it makes more sense to divide and conquer?
John Barton's the only local permit holder,
so we have sufficient evidence for a warrant.
Grab a squad of officers, go to his place and toss it.
And Lyford, never make this personal.
- Yeah, come on in. - Professor Barton.
How are you?
- Detective Hale, SFPD. - Yeah.
I actually could use your expertise on a case.
Sure. Uh...
I'll come back.
Here, Robin, um...
Here it is. Chapter 8. "Grasshopper anatomy."
That should answer most of your questions. / Thanks.
Have a seat. How can I help you?
Thank you.
Actually, I'm interested in funnel webs.
Well, you've come to the right guy.
The journal of arachnology just published my article on the spider.
Well, there were funnel-web hairs recently found at a crime scene.
I know you imported two of these spiders, and I was wondering...
where are they now?
Per protocol, they were euthanized when my research was completed.
Detective, I procured my spiders legally,
but arachnid enthusiasts will pay top dollar for rare spiders,
and unfortunately, it's very easy to smuggle spiders into this country.
The authorities are looking for bombs, not bugs.
Tell you what.
If you hear of an enthusiast with a funnel-web fetish, please...
give me a call. / Sure.
Jellyfish.
Actually, they're vella-vellas.
They're similar to jellyfish but with a small sail-like fin.
It carries them off the water onto land where they die.
Well, with this many dead, I'm surprised your partner's not demanding an investigation.
The door's around back.
I've secured a warrant, and Barton's still at the university.
All right. Let's do it.
Take the second floor.
All right. Let's take a look around.
Detective, lieutenant wants you.
Check this out.
Atrax robustus. Funnel-web spider.
Two of them, pinned and mounted.
Now what?
20-27, abducted female 6th and 25th avenue.
Homicide in DCU respond and request back-up.
We got it, so do working.
Lyford.
Scratches inside of the door.
Similar to Angela's apartment.
We believe she was abducted within the last 6 hours.
Get her photo to all patrol units within a 20-mile radius.
- Signs of a struggle. - This is Janet Hanson, 23.
Abducted from this apartment.
The other 3 women were killed, not kidnapped.
Do you think our guy's good for this?
Well, the vic fits your profile.
Young, attractive female, living alone in an apartment.
His signature could be evolving,
or maybe he was interrupted.
Well, keep me posted.
Yes, sir.
Get the chief on the line. I wanna brief the mayor.
Parking ticket. She was towed.
A day-planner.
8:30: Breakfast with Tina. 11:00: Proof-sheet due.
3:00: Associate meeting. Nothing.
Check this out.
Looks like Janet killed one of her attackers.
I'll call forensics, have them pick up the body.
Hale.
We're on our way.
Body dump. Young female.
Set her down here, please.
It's not Janet.
Spider bites, consistent with the others.
Two vics in one day.
He's escalating.
Let's see if our Jane Doe's in the system.
- Run her prints through CAL-ID. - Yes, sir.
Hey, Klepp,
what's causing the obstruction?
Third phalange.
Jane Doe's got all her digits.
The middle finger. You think the killer's sending us a message?
Hemorrhagic tissue's fresh.
This finger was severed from a live victim.
Our missing woman?
Snap another picture of the ring.
Hold on. Hold on.
Take the ring off.
We're gonna show it to Janet's parents, see if they can identify it.
All right. Listen up.
4 dead, one missing.
Fourth victim was found this morning.
Pier 39. We've I.D'd her as Julie Espenson, dead 6 hours.
We believe the killer's using these spiders to incapacitate his victims.
We've confirmed that the finger found in Julie's throat
belongs to the missing woman, Janet Hanson.
She may still be alive.
All these women lived alone, and they lived in apartments.
4 of them have ties to north beach.
Isabelle and Janet lived there.
Julie and Sophia both worked in the vicinity.
The only victim not yet linked to the neighborhood is Angela Wilkins.
We've released a photo of Janet Hanson to the press.
We've also established a hotline.
Every minute that passes, our chances of finding her alive are diminished.
This is our top priority.
Any questions?
Did Angela have any reason to be in the north beach area?
She lived in Nob hill. Works there, too.
Most of her friends are in the Castro.
We live in Noe valley.
Do you know a Janet Hanson?
- No. Why? - She was abducted,
most likely by the man who killed your daughter.
Yoga.
Her instructor recently moved his studio to north beach.
She complained about the lack of parking there.
A couple of days before she died, she called me in a panic.
Her car was towed.
Do you happen to know where she was parked?
Yeah. I picked her up.
Really? All 5.
Thank you.
I didn't peg you as a biker chick.
I didn't realize you were trying to peg me.
You reported my car stolen again.
Yeah. You gonna tell me what we're doing here?
All 5 women received parking tickets in north beach
within days of their attack.
Angela was parked in this spot.
All right. I got your page. Start talking.
Victims all received parking tickets in north beach.
The cars were all towed by this company. / We've secured a warrant.
All right. Let's go.
- What the hell is going on? - Ma'am...
I've been waiting over an hour for my damn car.
There's a sign on the counter, says "be back in 5 minutes."
- We're not with the tow company. - Well, I can see that.
- Did something happen to my car? - Is anybody inside, ma'am?
- No. Why? - You see that detective?
He'll help you.
Lieutenant.
Yeah?
Company's got video surveillance of the city streets.
This middle screen's the location where Angela Wilkens was ticketed.
Got an illegal park. 600 block of Green street.
Excuse me. I'm here to pick up my car.
License, please?
Dispatcher gets the woman's home address from her license.
Maybe he chats her up, asks her a few innocent questions.
She comes to pick up her car, leaves her vitals behind.
Nob hill, huh? High rents over there.
Bet you got a roommate.
No, I got a good deal.
Dispatcher clocked in at 9 A.M.
We got a name. Marcus Minder.
These are I-9s, uh, Minder, Min...
Minder. Minder.
Driver's license. We got an address.
Marcus Minder!
SFPD! Open the door!
Clear!
Help!
You hear that?
Where is she?
Fall back!
God damn it!
Fall back!
Beetles may be toxic! Do not pry them off!
I repeat, do not pry them off!
Move out!
Just got off the phone with the department of agriculture.
They're sending in a fumigation unit.
Well, they can't fume until we get the girl out.
Those suits you're wearing ain't bug-proof.
I know.
Help!
Help, please!
Help!
Shit. / Help!
Help me!
Help me! Down here!
Okay. You're safe now.
It's okay. Come on, come on.
You're gonna be fine. Come on. That's it.
No. I'm positive.
No, no, all available detectives from
robbery and property crimes have been reassigned.
No, the victim's unconscious.
All right, chief, I will.
Yeah.
- What do you got? - I spoke with the DMV.
Minder's got a 1980 Chevy truck.
- Highway patrol's been notified. - All right. Good.
Fumigators tell me Minder's place will be toxic for days.
His personal effects have been transferred to property room A.
- You need to go check that out. - Yes, sir.
I did a net search on the beetles.
They're cantharides, native to Africa.
Their blood was used to poison the tips of arrows.
Yeah.
Um...
how can I help?
Why don't you throw out the trash.
If a killer's gonna trip-wire his house, why not use explosives?
It's quicker and easier.
Serial killers aren't known for being expeditious.
They get off on the planning, on the hunt.
- Vella-vella. - Come again?
It's like a type of jellyfish.
Why is it relevant?
Because there's a dead one clinging to this T-shirt.
Spit it out, Lyford.
Professor Barton lives across the street from a vella-vella hotspot.
I don't think this is a coincidence.
It's me.
Hey, where the hell have you been? I've been calling you!
Marcus, you'll be fine.
No way! Look, you've gotta do something!
Just let me handle this, Marcus.
- They've been to my house! - Yes, I...
- They're on to me, man! - Now, Marcus...
Listen, listen! You gotta help me!
All right, just...
start driving. Get out of town.
And, Marcus, remember our deal.
Wait, wait. No, wait. Forget the deal.
- The deal's off. - Marcus, we had a deal.
Yeah? Well, if they catch me, the first thing that I do is rat you out.
Marcus! Marcu...
Robin.
Hey, professor. / Hey.
I just received a new grasshopper from Thailand.
It's at my lab off campus. I thought you'd might like to check it out.
Sure. When?
Well, um, my car's in the shop,
but if you don't mind driving, I'm available.
- Great. Yeah. Let's go. - Yeah?
I need to know people's comment sheets on John Barton.
And do me a favor.
Check and see if the bugs were sent to any address
other than the ones on the permits. Thank you.
No sign of the professor.
His car was found at the university lot.
Officers are canvassing.
Barton had a permit for the beetles.
Looks like he either gave or sold them to Minder.
I figured out how a Berkeley professor knows a tow truck dispatcher.
Parking ticket from north beach.
3 month's ago, Barton's car was towed by Axion.
L.T.
There were blue cassette casings at Axion. "Family vacation."
What family? No, no. We did a background.
He's an only child. Divorced, no kids.
Let's watch a movie.
That's Janet Hanson.
Yeah.
We thought the professor was helping Minder by supplying the bugs,
but maybe it was Minder helping the professor
by supplying the tapes and the info on the girls.
What do we have here?
Oh, my god.
The professor was hand-picking his victims and using the spiders to commit the crimes.
His funnels are pinned and mounted in the other room.
Lieutenant, did you notice that the funnel webs were different sizes?
Yeah. So?
What if they were male and female?
Mom and dad.
His background check,
was Barton's divorce recent?
Yeah. Wife filed the papers about 6 months ago.
You're thinking divorce, classic trigger.
Guy's wife takes off, he's powerless to stop her.
Now he sees his ex in every attractive young woman.
And the M.O.'s consistent.
Paralyzing your victim is the ultimate means of control.
Cavanaugh.
Okay. We're on the way.
Minder's truck has been spotted, near the Presidio, headed south.
Damn it!
Um, next left.
Professor, I would really like to see the grasshopper,
but I work the cafeteria line, and my shift starts at 6.
Well, it's just up ahead.
Actually, I was kinda hoping we'd grab some dinner later.
Uh, I could call my roommate.
She could cover my shift.
Suspect's truck heading south on Geary.
So this is your lab?
Yeah. It's, uh...
come on.
I'll show, I'll show you around.
Hale.
What do you got?
And you're sure all the bugs were shipped to that address?
Thanks.
Driver, turn off your engine!
Hey, let me know if you get anything out of Minder.
- Where are you going? - Checking on a lead.
Step out of the car!
Stand him up.
- Get his punk ass outta here. - Let's go.
These walking sticks are amazing.
Their latin name is phasmida.
"Phasma" meaning "ghost."
They blend in with their surroundings,
rendering themselves, it's...
almost invisible.
So where's the grasshopper?
Robin, would you excuse me just one second?
Get it off her.
Now! / 10 minutes before paralysis sets in.
In about 9 hours, she's dead unless you agree to help us.
What are you talking about?
These 5 vials.
4 are toxins, one's an anti-venom.
You drive us across the border, I'll give you the right vile.
- Please do what he says, please. - Put the gun down.
Please, please.
Please do whatever he says.
Put the gun down and slide it across the floor.
You know what?
I got the only anti-venom in the state. You shoot me, she doesn't have a chance.
Next question, John.
When your wife left you, was if for another man,
or was she just sick of you?
Or maybe it's because you relate to bugs better than women, hmm?
Okay.
Stay close to her. Her legs will be giving out soon.
Let's go.
- Up to this column! - What the hell?
Put your hands around the column now!
- Call her off. - Yeah, right.
- You're just wasting time. - Shut up.
Lojack.
Yeah. I'll call for backup and an ambulance.
Not yet.
What?
Hey.
What...
- No, no, no, no. - What are you doing?
No. Get him away from me.
Do something! / Detective!
Back off, Lyford.
Oh, god.
- You're killing us both. - Which vile?
- I don't think so. - We can get them both to the hospital.
I can call the department of agriculture.
- I can get an anti-venom. - There's not enough time.
One of those vials is enough anti-venom for both of you, isn't that right, professor?
You take this thing off of me, I'll tell you which one.
Yeah, I bet you will.
It's the blue stopper.
Robin...
you're gonna be okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Okay. Okay.
There's another hypodermic in that drawer right behind you.
You know, doc,
just to be safe, maybe you should inject yourself, hmm?
Hale!
You saw him do that!
Oops.
I'll, uh, call the lieutenant, let him know we've apprehended our suspect.
Okay, there's, there's another vile.
Please.
It's in my office at the university.
Lieutenant? / Please.
We got him.
Okay, listen,
you can come by and pick them up or I'm gonna flush them.
No, I won't.
Because I want to get rid of them, not adopt them.
Yeah. Thank you very much.
What was that about?
Department of agriculture.
They want me to run down to their office and fill out some paperwork.
I won't even do that for you.
Yeah.
County just called. Professor Barton's going to be making a full recovery.
I'll send flowers.
It's good to have you back, detective.
- I mean that. - Thank you, sir.
Do me a favor, would you?
Go home, get some sleep.
And, uh...
that means turn off your scanner.
Yes, sir.
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