Mr. Miller?
Is everyone okay in there?
Agent Ford, FBI.
Here, sir.
We want to know what's going on.
If you harm anyone, itwill not end well for you!
Special Agent Holden Ford.
- Ninkovich.- Is he talking?
Not making sense. Been briefed?
On the way over. Fivepeople still in there?
A security guard, the secretary,three guys from the line.
- Where is she?- Take it easy, Mr. Miller.
I want my wife!
Put the gun down, stepaway from Ms. Curtwell.
- I have asked you...- We need to see that everyone is unharmed.
You gonna shoot me?
If you do not abide byour terms, and soon...
You can't see me!
I'm warning you, ourpatience is wearing thin.
How can you shoot what you can't see?
Mr. Miller!
No, thank you.
Hey, Cody.
My name is Holden. I'd like to help you.
- Tell me what's going on.- I gotta talk to my wife.
- All right.- She's the only one.
I understand.
For the moment, is thereanything else we can get you?
Get these fucking people away.
Okay.
Okay...
If I can get them to back off,
will you... relax with Ms. Curtwell?
Give us some time to reach your wife.
Okay.
Thank you.
Keep the snipers.Back out the perimeter.
If he starts firing, we'llhave to storm the place.
They're making me nervous.Imagine what they're doing to him.
He has no criminal history.He's clearly having an episode.
We need to keep himcalm and wear him down.
Get rid of those reporters.
All right, guys. Back it up!
- All right. Let's go. Back it up.- Move back.
How am I doing?
- You see me?- Oh, God.
Yes, I can see you!
- What do you see?- I can see that you're naked.
I can see that you're cold.
Is there a phone? Canwe get him on the line?
- He's got it off the hook.- That was his demand, talk to his wife?
Took all day to findher. She's on her way.
- You're not bringing her.- I want her to calm him.
Her presence might havethe opposite effect.
Hi, Mrs. Miller? Don't get out.
I'm Holden Ford from the FBI.Do you understand the situation?
- Cody's got some people in there?- What happened this morning?
I don't know.
I tried to get him sectioned onSunday, but I haven't seen him since.
They told me he stole ashotgun, robbed a liquor store?
Was he delusional? Violent?
He's not violent.
He's been saying that he'sinvisible for a while now.
Truly invisible. He'sbeen seeing a doctor.
Did the doctor diagnose him?
Cody wouldn't tell me.
He's taking medication,but he might've stopped.
- What kind of medication?- I'm not sure.
Here's his doctor.
You tried to get him sectioned?
He kept talking topeople that weren't there,
saying they could see him.
I told him I was gonna leave himif he didn't go to the hospital.
- You gave him an ultimatum?- I'm sorry.
- I feel awful.- This is not your fault.
Has he hurt anyone?
Not that we know about. I'msending you along for now.
Have someone call his doctor.
Get his wife to tellhim she won't leave him.
We need more information. Let'ssee if we can get him on the line.
Cody!
Everything okay in there?
I'd really like to knowwhat's going on in there.
I promise you, we can work this out.
Where's my wife?
It's a difficult situation.Taking a while to get her here.
- She doesn't want to talk to me?- That's not it.
She is very worried about you.
- You talked to her?- On the phone.
- Maybe you could talk to her on the phone.- No!
She has to be here.
- I understand your frustration.- What do you understand?
Not being able to communicatewith a trusted loved one.
What do you want to say to her?
Why would I tell you?
Maybe I can help.
I don't think so.
- Thank you.- You're welcome.
You followed procedure.You did your job.
You did everything by the book.
He took hostages. He knewthere'd be consequences.
- He thought he was invisible.- You're not his shrink.
You're not responsible fordiagnosing him. That's not your remit.
These things happen in real time,and we are the last responders.
If an operation's gonna go south,this is not the worst outcome.
Stay focused on what we do.
If I did everything by thebook, it begs the question...
This place is pretty much
the benchmark for excellencein law enforcement.
In the rest of the world, hostagenegotiation's on its way out.
You think the Israelis botheredto negotiate at Entebbe last year?
You didn't lose onehostage or bystander.
That's how we measure success.
And your courses are abig hit in the summer.
I actually think youshould be teaching more.
- You're putting me out to pasture.- No.
I'm putting you to workwhere it really counts.
Despite what happened.
Because of what happened, Holden.
It seasoned you.
Thank you, sir...
but I'd rather not.
Well, this is awkward.
I'd like you to sleepon it over the weekend...
because you start full-time on Monday.
This is how we find ourselvescompletely out of control.
The fugitive has already killed
a police officer that morning in Austin.
He's taken two nine-millimeterrounds in the ass,
grabbed a ten-year-old boy as a hostage,
and he's holed up ina suburban neighborhood
crawling with women and small children.
Now we must focus on one thing:
de-escalation.
San Antonio's chief of policearrives and starts using a bullhorn,
which more than effectivelyintimidates our hostage-taker.
Coming at anyone with an attitudeof "I'm right, you're wrong"
assumes that they're of rational mind.
We must establish communication.
Non-threatening communication.
Ascertain demands,
concede nothing, rejectnothing, just listen.
Listen to what he has to say.
Try understanding him insteadof trying to dominate him.
Look for common ground.
Find commonality.
And if it feels likeyou're buying time, well...
that's because you are.
But it's the key tomaking any perp feel heard.
Our goal is no body bags.
That is the hostage negotiator win-win.
And I'm in my office on Fridayfor anyone who has questions
about the psychological strategies exam.
Wanton, indiscriminate murder.
Seemingly random, serendipitous.
Each one, extremely violent.
No explanation. No apparent reason.
They weren't sexually assaulted,
there was no attempt torelieve them of valuables,
they didn't know their assailant.
Robert Violante and Stacy Moskowitzwere making out in their car
when David Berkowitz walked upand shot them both point-blank.
Berkowitz killed sixpeople over two summers,
wounding seven more. Why?
Because a dog told him to do it.
Now...
we can say that the guy's crazy,
or that he's pretending that he's crazy.
But if we're looking fora motive we can understand,
we suddenly find there is none.
It's a void.
It's a black hole.
Forty years ago, your FBI wasfounded hunting down John Dillinger,
Baby Face Nelson, Machine Gun Kelly.
Criminals who thumbedtheir noses at society,
but were basically init for personal gain.
Now, we have extremeviolence between strangers.
Where do we go...
when motive becomes elusive?
Excuse me, Professor Rathman?
Holden Ford, Hostage Negotiation.
Peter. Hi.
I listened in on your class earlier.
What you were sayingabout crime today...
I don't know, it really resonates.
- Gets attention.- Were you teaching this before Berkowitz?
A version of it. The headlineskind of fell into my lap.
What got you started?
Starkweather. Whitman.Manson, of course.
But Son of Sam kind of epitomizes now.
It's as if... we don't know anymore
what moves people to kill one another.
Used to be you find avictim with 50 stab wounds,
you look for the jiltedlover, the ex-business partner.
Now... it could be a randomrun-in with a disgruntled mailman.
It's a different era. Nomore "Just the facts, ma'am."
That's television. And reruns.
- Crime has changed.- Right.
Do you... want to grab a beer?
Yeah, okay.
Look at the unprecedented events
that have occurred in thepast decade and a half.
A president assassinated.
Fighting an unpopularwar that we didn't win.
National Guard killingfour college students.
- You can hardly wrap your mind around it.- Watergate.
Our democracy is vanishing into what?
Is that what all this is about?
Just a response to turmoil?
The government used to be,symbolically, a parental institution.
Now? It's a free-for-all.
The world barely makes any sense,
so it follows that crime doesn't either.
You and I could theorize all night,
but the truth is, I don't fucking know.
- I don't know either.- No one does.
But we're supposed to, right?
Sure, but here's the troubling thing:
no one's even asking the questions.
We are.
Mm!
Next time, let's discussLee Harvey Oswald as Oedipus.
- Thank you.- Anytime.
- Hey.- Hey.
What are you looking at?
I like your outfit.
What is that, a jumpsuit?What do you call that?
- This? I call it a jumpsuit.- Stylish.
What do you call that?You look like a Mormon.
You look like my dad.
Is he a Mormon?
No, but he looks like one.
So does mine.
He bought me this suit,as a matter of fact.
Did he buy you those nice shiny shoes?
Yes.
I have one brown pairand one black pair.
I've got sneakers, but Ihad to buy those myself.
What kind of grown-up lets theirparents choose their clothes for them?
- Are you coming on to me?- How do you like my approach?
You having a good time?
- I will be.- Huh!
It's my birthday today.
Happy birthday. How old are you?
- Twenty-four.- You don't look old enough to be in here.
- What are you, a narc?- FBI, actually.
Special Agent Holden Ford.
Wow.
- Can you tell?- Everybody can tell.
You got a gun?
I have one, but I'm notgonna show it to you.
Nuts.
I'm a teacher. Rightup the road at Quantico.
What do you teach?
Hostage negotiation, such as it is.
- Holy cow.- You really think I look like a narc?
- Are you kidding?- I don't see it.
You stick out like a sore thumb.
Well, I'm not here to...infiltrate the Black Panthers.
Those guys are hardly Black Panthers.They're engineering students.
You should go talk to them.
I'm sure the FBI's in need ofsome great-looking black dudes.
- You've got the wrong idea about me.- You gonna book me?
Maybe.
Handcuffs?
I'm here to see this reallycool band from Detroit.
You ever been to Detroit?
Yes, actually. I was a...
I was a brick agent therefor a couple of years.
I can't believe they're here.They used to play PJ's in Corktown.
- You know Corktown?- Sure.
- It looked like a furniture store.- They always sold liquor.
The whole furniturething was just a front
that started during Prohibition.
Where are you really from?
Everywhere.
But the Midwest, right?
I grew up in the Midwest,but I was born in Brooklyn.
You do not seem likea guy from New York.
You don't seem likea girl from Corktown.
Buy you a drink?
- What's your name?- Debbie.
- You want some pot?- Is that a trick question?
Come on.
Are you serious? No, that'scompletely inappropriate.
Come on, it's my birthday.
Oh, Jesus, you're not gonnadrink and drive, are you?
You've been plying me with booze.
Don't you think that'skind of a mixed message?
You coming?
So what does a brickagent get up to in Detroit?
Mostly corralling Army deserters.
Guys AWOL from Vietnamtrying to get to Canada.
Too scared to go back.
Young guys. Same age I was.
So you were a snitch?
There's worse thingsthan being a snitch.
Maybe this'll loosen you up.
God, you are making me nervous.
You are such a goody-goody.
What are you, some kind of honey trap?
I've been warned to watchout for women like you.
You mean normal ones?
So just put your mouth over the hole...
Okay.
And inhale.
I don't want to talk tosomebody trying to calm me.
- Get somebody in charge.- I am in charge!
I don't want to talk to someflunky pig trying to calm me.
What's he doing?
- Will you get back over there?- What are they there for?
Will you get the fuck back?Get back there, will ya?
- Look at him!- Get over there!
- Go back there, man!- Get over there, will ya?
He wants to kill me so bad,he can taste it! All right?
Attica! Attica! Attica!
Attica! Attica!
Attica! Attica! Attica!
I was so confused, Iwas doing insane things.
What sort of things, Leon?
After the wedding...
I ran off for ten days to Atlantic City.
Sonny was frantic.
He knew I'd been drinking,
he didn't know whereI was, who I was with.
Well, I couldn'texplain the things I did.
So I went to a psychiatrist...
who told me...
that I was a womantrapped in a man's body.
So they were both homosexuals,
but he was married,
and his boyfriend wanted tobecome a woman, which is confusing.
- You really gotta get out more, Holden.- It was mixed up.
- You didn't like it?- No, I really liked it.
It was just so... sad.
He was obviously very disturbed,but somehow I liked him.
- Yeah, you have empathy.- Yeah.
Empathy.
I really liked the dialogue.It was just very real.
When I started at the Academy,
they would send women out of theroom if there was any of that talk.
They called it "deviant terminology."
We even had a list ofwords we had to memorize.
Really? Which words?
You know...
fuck, shit, pussy... blow job.
Oh, fuck.
Shit.
Finger my pussy.
Finger my pussy, I'llgive you a blow job.
All the bad words used in a sentence.
It's classic he said-she said.
He says she hit her head on the bedpost
having consensual sexual intercourse.
She says he knocked her out
and dragged her into thismotel room to rape her.
We know she didn't hither head on that bedpost
because we've measured.
Where do you propose you would go?
University of Virginiain Charlottesville.
Studying what?
Contemporary Applied CriminalPsychology. Ratchet things up a notch.
What exactly is it youthink you're missing out on?
We need to know thecurrent academic thinking.
No, you don't want torely on academics, Holden.
I'm not saying rely, just get updated.
We just got updated.
It's all in the library.1972, everything was new.
That was five years ago.
What's the thinking now?
Okay, look.
There have been some finepsychological studies over the years,
but these are people who don'tunderstand the criminal mind.
They understand theircorner of the world,
which is a very small corner.
Well, they must know something.
I'm going to level with you.
I'm going to tell you somethingI really don't want you to repeat.
As far as the Bureau is concerned,psychology is for backroom boys.
You understand what I'm trying to say?
No. What's a "backroom boy"?
It's just frowned upon.
We should be usingevery resource we can.
Talking to the smartest people we find
from the broadest possible spectrum.
- And we do.- Otherwise, it's like the military.
- Hey, we recruited Elvis.- So did the military.
The King doesn't do it for you?
Hoover died over five years ago,
and we're still recruitingaccountants and lawyers like it's 1946.
Actually, recruitment has tapered off.
- We can't get accountants.- Well, then we're in trouble.
All right. I'll scratch your back
and recommend funding foryou to audit a few classes,
but you will be expected to usethe opportunity for recruitment.
Speakers, lecturers, great minds.
- Are you sure you want me doing that?- You're smart, you're idealistic...
more than a little sensitive.
They're gonna love you.
- Hare Krishna.- Hare Krishna.
- Hare Krishna.- And then, in 1872,
Italian physician Cesare Lombrosodrags us out of the Dark Ages
and launches the scientificera in criminology
by differentiatingfive criminal classes:
the born criminal,
insane criminal,
criminal by passion,
habitual criminal,
and the occasional criminal.
In other words, there arethose that are born that way
and those who become that way.
And in 1965, there'sthis other breakthrough.
This criminal psychologyresearch project
at Bellevue psychiatric hospitalin New York couched it like this:
personality and character
far outweigh the presence ofpsychotic or defective diagnoses.
In other words, by extrapolation...
are criminals born...
or are they formed?
Do you mind if I sit?
You're sitting.
You know, I wasn't awareof that project at Bellevue.
Well, you should be.
Where I come from, criminalsare always born that way.
Some people will neverstop believing that.
- It's too easy.- It lets us off the hook.
Well, essentiallywe're a puritan nation.
We blame all our problemson a minority of bad apples.
What's your name again?I'm sorry. Is it Leon?
Buchanan.
Leo.
Holden.
- Holden Ford.- I know who you are.
Everybody does.
Yeah.
I've noticed some of thelooks I've been getting.
Funny looks isn't afederal offense... yet.
Yeah, they're just curious.
Well, I'm not a spy.
This isn't some kind of cover.
Good. Because that... would havebeen a really pathetic cover.
I'm actually an instructortoo, but I'm just here to learn.
And I'm here to talk to people like you.
What do you want to talk about?
I want to start a dialogue with you.
Would be that okay?
A dialogue about what?
I'm an instructor inthe Bureau's training
and recruitment program out of Quantico.
And we really need tohear from people like you.
I'm sorry, are you trying to recruit me?
Just to hear yourperspectives and your insights.
I understand...
perfectly.
I'm sorry. You call yourself aprofessor of criminal psychology.
But you won't even talk tothe educational arm of the FBI?
It's just...
a sign of the times, man.
- Lost your appetite?- Do these fucking hippies
seriously believe that they're worthy
of an enormously costly, labor-intensive
federal surveillance operation?
It sounds like the contempt is mutual.
Don't you think that the traditional
counterculture-law enforcement enmity
is a little old hat by now?
They'll never forgive you forputting a tail on John and Yoko.
Frankly, I'm surprised to have aroused
such a degree of fucking neuroses
amongst supposedly intelligent people.
Please, they're flattering themselves.
They think you're wearing a wire.
There. You're one of us now.
Okay, everything's all right.Come on. Right. Yeah. Okay.
- Come on out, Sonny.- They're too close!
Come on, get back! What thefuck are you doing? Get back!
Get them back.
- Get back, okay?- Come here.
Come on out.
Now take a look at this. Come on.
Hey, look. Look up here. Look.
Look.
Look over here. Huh?
Over there. Look. Yougot everything here, okay?
Okay. So what are they doing wrong?
- They're making him mad.- They're making him scared.
- So?- We do not want him scared.
We want him calm.
Let me call and see what they say.
I'll talk to them and ask, all right?
Then we'll see. Anythingelse I can give you?
Yeah, I want you tobring my wife down here.
Okay, what do you give us?
What do you want?
The guy is robbing a bank to payfor a sex change for his boyfriend.
He wants a helicopter with a piano.
But more than anything, hewants to talk to his wife.
- Complicated, right?- Yeah.
Trust me on this.
Always expect complicated.
Okay, I need you to concentrate.
Think of an opening salvo,then think where it could lead.
No right or wrong answers,
just use your imaginationand see where it takes you.
Start whenever you like. Go ahead.
All right. I'm asking youto put the gun down, Mike.
No way. Kiss my black ass, Mark.
Wait, what?
For the purpose of thisexercise, I'm imagining I'm Negro.
That's good. That's fine. Keep it going.
Just whatever comes into your head.
Okay.
Then fuck you! I askedyou to put that gun down.
No, fuck you, you dumbcracker motherfucker.
Wait, wait a minute. What is all that?
It's jive talk.
We don't need to get intothat. Forget vernacular.
In real life, peoplejust press their demands.
All right?
Um...
Uh... put the gun down, Steve.
We brought your children to see you.
You what?
Oh, my God. I lost custody. Ihaven't seen my children in years.
Okay, good.
Important not to talk to a divorced man
about his children. Different tactic.
All right, I asked nicely.Now put the fucking gun down.
- Why don't you make me, faggot?- What?!
I'm no faggot, motherfucker!
Okay, let's dial it back a little.
Excuse me. What is the point of this?
Great question.
Psychologicallypreparing you for reality.
And the reality is, youhave to talk to them.
Somebody demands the impossible,you can't just shoot him.
Then why have so much firearms training?
Well, because that is a tacticalresponse for when all else fails.
But if local law enforcementcan't shut something down,
then it has requireda tactical response.
Okay, but wouldn't you liketo try something different?
Or would you rather usefirearms all the time?
- I'd kind of rather use firearms.- Why?
Seems safer?
Holden, I enjoyed thatimmensely. What do you call that?
It's just role-playing in asimulated hostage situation.
- Stimulated?- Simulated.
All that profanity, isthat an academic thing?
They're improvising. They'relearning to create a dialogue.
How is all that cursingcreating a dialogue?
It's not really about the cursing.
I'm sure it's all quite modern andfashionable in academic circles,
but it seems very theatrical to me.
Well, in criminal psych,role-playing exercises
are considered a valuable tool,with or without the cursing.
I think we have enoughexercises here at the Academy.
If you're going to startimplementing new ones,
talk to somebody in theBehavioral Science Unit.
They can help?
They can go over the soundness ofthe psychology. That's their thing.
Okay, good idea.
- Why don't I set that up?- Okay.
Thank you, yes.
Holden, right? Holden Ford?
Hi.
Bill Tench. Behavioral Science.
Oh, great to meet you.
- You had a beer with Peter Rathman?- Interesting guy.
I was kind of disturbed by what he said.
You were, huh?
- Can we sit?- Yes. Please.
- Smoke?- Oh, uh...
I don't smoke when I eat.
Want to go outside?
I don't smoke when I don't eat either.
So did Shepard talkto you about my thing?
He did his best.
What does that mean?
He can be pretty old school.
I call this place "the countryclub," because, you know,
it can be a little starchy sometimes.
I hear that.
You went back to college, right?
How old are you, 26, 27?
Twenty-nine.
That's interesting.
Lot of guys your age don'twant to go back to school
because they feel itundermines their authority.
I was hoping it wouldgive me some authority.
He's got you doing recruitment, right?
Yeah, well, I'm there, so Imight as well make myself useful.
Most guys don't want toget stuck doing recruitment.
They're busy working their way upwards.
I guess I'm busyworking my way sideways.
You are what they call a "blueflamer." You know what that is?
No. What does that mean?
You're so eager to do good,
you have a big, blue flameshooting out of your asshole.
Oh... is that bad?
Just take it slow. You'llget there in the end.
I'm just trying to bea better instructor.
Right. Well, I was thinking about that.
I started this thinga couple of years ago.
I go on the road and give classesin various police departments
from Buffalo, New Yorkto San Diego, California.
There's a million cops out therewho want to know what we know.
So I go to them, give them adistillation of what we teach here,
and they tell me whatthey've been doing.
They learn something,
and I learn something firsthandby getting involved on their level.
But it's a big job, you know?
I'm up to my neck inlocal law enforcement.
Would you want some help with that?
Maybe we could help each other.
What?
Nothing.
Don't be shy.
Did you orgasm?
Did I orgasm?
What?
- I can't believe you're from New York.- You could be faking, right?
You can't tell if a woman is faking?
I can't even tell ifa woman is interested.
But you can tell if somebody'slying, like a suspect.
That is not the same thing.
Pretend I'm a suspect.
Use your powers ofdeduction, Agent Ford.
How can you figure out the criminal mind
if you can't figure out your girlfriend?
Are you my girlfriend?
Wait. Is this another of thosethings you just can't tell?
I don't know. Are you?
What do you need, an exchangeof rings over milkshakes?
I just didn't want to presume anything.
Really, Holden, sometimesyou're like a monk.
Surely people in law enforcementshouldn't be so naive.
Does it make you uncomfortable...
sleeping with a federal agent?
Where did that come from?
Does it turn you on?
Not at all.
Then why are you with me?
You're smart.
You're nice.
Okay.
What? Those are good things.
And you're devastating.
Well, thank you.
Oh, come on, you're not leaving.
I have to get up early.
Tomorrow's the first day of school.
Ninety-nine plus KFMH,
Muscatine, Davenport in Iowa Central...
♪ Hold the line ♪
Today might be a baptism offire. They're gonna be on edge.
- Just follow my lead.- What happened?
They caught a big caseand they're spooked.
Don't talk to any reporters.
And please, for God's sake,don't say we're from the FBI.
♪ It's not in the words ♪♪ That you told me, girl ♪
Excuse me, gentlemen. I'mfrom the Fairfield Chronicle.
You gentlemen are fromthe FBI, is that right?
How are things with the Jeffries case?
No idea what you're talking about.
The Jeffries case. Ada Jeffries.
- You can come back for the rest.- The woman found behind the church.
- We're here for something else.- The woman and her little boy.
We're instructors.
Are you from the Methodist church?
Do we look like we'refrom the Methodist church?
Yes.
Make a hole.
Good to see ya.
Motive, means, opportunity.
The three pillars of criminalinvestigation for the last century.
But it's 1977, andsuddenly motive is elusive.
What, why, who.
"What happened?" "Whydid it happen that way?"
"Who did it?"
A person is murdered. Notsexually assaulted, not robbed.
But the body is mutilated posthumously.
The question is not onlywhy did the killer do it,
but why did the killer do it this way?
We are now talking about... psychology.
When I'm involved ina hostage negotiation,
the perpetrator is standingright in front of me,
but I have to gauge how muchdestruction he's capable of,
what in his background or personal life
that could've triggeredtoday's standoff.
Some people are just crazy, right?
Crazy in that they haveno reason for what they do?
- Yeah.- Okay.
But keep in mind,often, this crazy person
has never done anythinglike this before.
Something just... flips.
- Like a switch.- Good, a switch.
Anybody know what flips it?
- Getting fired?- Fired. Yes.
- Getting dumped.- Absolutely.
A romantic breakup is a top trigger.
When we know who the criminal is,we can understand what set him off.
In a homicide situation,we do the inverse.
We ask, "What happened?Why did it happen that way?"
Which narrows the search for who did it.
But what if our killer issomeone who's not rational?
Why do we behave the way we do?
It's a question asked by poets,and philosophers, and theologians
since time immemorial.
The playground of Shakespeare,Dostoyevsky, Freud.
The stuff of Crime and Punishment
and Beyond the Pleasure Principal.
The greatest minds in history
have been fascinated bythe vagaries of behavior.
So, in a case where we can't immediately
divine a motive, we shouldn't panic.
It's a riddle, but it can be solved.
It's complex, but... it's human.
Thank you, Holden.
That was very... illuminating.
So what the hell's Beyondthe Pleasure Principle?
- By Freud?- So this is about sex?
Actually, it's where he looksfor human impulses beyond sex,
- specifically the death drive.- What's that?
Something my kid doeswith a stick shift.
Freud suggests that there's aninnate desire for destruction,
based on the propensityfor matter to return...
- What does this have to do with motive?- Well...
we've always looked at motiveas need or greed, right?
- Guy steals a TV to sell it to buy drugs.- Exactly.
But let's say, while he's at it,he steals your wife's panties, too.
If he stole my wife'spanties, I'd be amazed.
Well, he's not selling those.
So why does he do it?Is it merely prurient?
He could be motivated by somethinghe doesn't even understand.
Our new quest, like Freud,
is to look beyond what weassume are obvious impulses.
So why didn't you just say that?
They don't want to learn.What are we even doing here?
Don't make it too complicated.
What's wrong with complicated?
There's complicated andthere's too complicated, Holden.
We used to do this experimentin social psychology.
Uh-huh. What was that?
You get onto a crowded elevator,and you face the opposite direction,
the back of the elevator,and everybody freaks out.
They're uncomfortable for reasonsthey can't even articulate.
But if you turn around and facethe front, everybody relaxes.
Okay. Well, how do we do that?
What do we have in common?
What unites us?
What keeps us all awake at night?
Monster. Right?
I think we can all agree.
But what do you really know about him?
Did you know that his motherwas a jailbird and a prostitute?
Did you know when he was ten years old,
she palmed him off onto hissadistic, Bible-thumping uncle
who beat him within an inch of his life
and taunted him to act like a man?
Charles responded tothat by becoming a pimp
and an armed robber, and wasincarcerated for over 20 years,
where he continued to be brutalized.
In 1967, he was paroled,during the Summer of Love.
And our nightmare began.
- Jesus!- Come on!
Here we have a child who wasunwanted, unloved, regularly beaten,
and repeatedly institutionalized.
Now, might this not have hadsome sort of an effect on him?
- He was born that way.- What way?
- Just bad.- Can we be a little bit more specific?
Technically, he didn't kill anybody.
Look at those eyes. How canyou not say that dude's evil?
That's a little bit OldTestament, don't you think?
Good, evil, black, white, it's easy.
But who in this roomhas a life that's easy?
Circumstances affect behavior.
When we look at Manson's background,
the real question is, how couldwe not have seen this coming?
We did.
I'm sorry?
He was institutionalizedbecause we could see it coming.
Okay, but I'm saying maybe, just maybe,
locking him up his young lifehelped make him what he was.
- No.- What the fuck?
They locked him upbecause of what he did.
They already knew what he was.
Okay, guys, I'm not asking anybodyto feel sorry for Charles Manson.
If he were here, I'd shoothim dead. No one would stop me.
Right.
What Holden's trying tosay is maybe it's both.
The one impacting on theother in a vicious circle.
Nobody has all the answers.
- We have some answers.- We should be asking questions.
No shit.
Well, I'll just tell mybuddies in Robbery-Homicide
who were there whenthe corpses were found,
that they may have overlookeda difficult upbringing.
You were LAPD?
Twenty-two years.
You worked Manson?
No, but I knew every single man who did.
How many homicides have you worked?
Figure out who you're talkingto before you tell a sob story
about little Chuckie Manson.
They wrote "pigs" on thewall in their victims' blood.
They completely missed my point.
In the future, ask if anyone'sworked a case before you bring it up.
- Know your fucking audience.- Oh, shit.
It's okay, they always do this.
Just be a good listener.
Gentlemen.
Frank McGraw.
I didn't mean to embarrassanybody back there.
Not a problem.
We're all a little tense around here.
You must have heardabout the mother and child
who were murdered recently.
- Ada Jeffries and her boy.- We've seen reporters.
She was bound,
stabbed repeatedlyabout the chest and face.
The boy's throat was cut.
Rough one.
I don't understand entirely whatyou're talking about with psychology.
I don't understand muchof anything anymore.
What's on your mind, Frank?
- I hate to bother.- No, by all means. Bother us.
When I left Los Angeles, Ithought I'd gone far enough.
Ada was the kind of woman whowouldn't say boo to a goose.
She came from a deeplyreligious family in Arkansas.
When they found out she waspregnant, they put her out.
She lived in a roominghouse in Libertyville.
No drugs, no alcohol, neverhad a brush with the law.
The boy was polite and quiet.
She had him in Sunday schoolat the Methodist church.
She would sweep the steps every evening,
just to be of service.
I never met Ada.
Every now and again,
I'd see her and her son walkalong the road into town.
They didn't have a car.
Landlady found the bodies.
They had been dead...
four days.
What people won't do to each other.
Nothing people won't do.
How can we help?
She was found cuffedand lashed to the bed.
A broomstick perforated her rectum.
Whoever it was made the boy watch,
then did the same thing to him.
How'd he get in?
Bathroom window. We thinkthat's how he came and went.
There was no sign of forcible entry.
- No one heard a peep.- In a rooming house?
My assumption is, he held a knifeto the boy to keep her quiet,
and vice versa.
This falls clearly intothe category of lust murder.
By that I mean it's sexually motivated.
That cannot be about horny.
It's more about sexual gratification
through the annihilation of another.
- Did you find semen?- Found some on a throw cushion.
It was blood type O. Iknow that's not much help.
- In the victims?- No.
- He didn't rape them.- He could have problems with sex.
That'd be a good bet.
Could narrow things with your suspects.
I don't have suspects.
I don't have fingerprints, shoe prints,
not so much as a single hair.
Well...
The fact that the killer leftnothing behind is interesting.
It must have beenpremeditated to a degree.
He had gloves, hecleaned up after himself.
You think he was stalking her?
- Or she just caught his eye.- What about the boy?
He was a witness.
There are more expedientways to get rid of a witness.
- Why make the boy watch?- And why sodomize him?
That's a good point.
Is this crime about thewoman or about the child?
- You're asking me?- I was just posing questions.
I get that.
- The broomstick.- Yeah?
Is it the same broomstick sheused to sweep the church steps?
- What if it is?- He might not be a congregant,
maybe someone just passing through,
but the church could be significant.
Could be?
With the idea of service.
I think that there's a passage in Mark.
Something about the "Son of Man."
I don't follow.
All I'm saying is, thebroom may mean something.
What?
I don't know.
It's hard to tell from just the photos.
This woman was devotedto her child, tried hard,
and some stranger came along and...
Come on, Agent Ford,you got fancy methods.
What does a broomstick in the assof a dirt poor single mom mean?
I don't know.
You're kidding me.
I don't understand it.
- We can't help you with this.- We need more time to go over this.
We are in the dark here. Wedon't know any more than you do.
How fucking dare you?
I'm sorry we wasted your time.
Can I get these back to you?
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♪ It's hard to understand ♪
♪ That the touch of your hand ♪
♪ Can start me crying ♪
- In the dark, huh?- We are.
I have studied everything wehave. I've taken this ride here,
listened to everything you'vebeen kind enough to teach,
but we're talking about something
we don't understand in the slightest.
I was trying to help you.
If you don't like it, goback to your college kids
and we'll forget about it.
Ada and her son were killed
for reasons we are simplynot equipped to understand.
It wasn't lust murder.
It wasn't some random thrillkiller who was born bad,
and it wasn't a pantie thiefwho wanted to change things up.
It was an aberration.
Let me tell you somethingabout aberrant behavior.
It's fucking aberrant.
If we understood it,we'd be aberrant too.
Fortunately, it's not incumbentupon us to write a dissertation.
- Well, maybe we should.- Why?
Our job is to give him something hecould not have figured out himself.
- I am sticking my neck out for you.- No disrespect.
At the moment, I don'tthink we can say anything
to McGraw with any certainty.
Let me ask you something.Where are you from?
I was born in New York, butit's kind of a mixed bag.
Okay. Well, that's what youare right now, a mixed bag.
A little college education,some experience on the street,
some insight, a lot of horseshit.
I agree with you.
It's been one stepforward, two steps back.
Let me ask you somethingelse. Do you have a girlfriend?
- I do now, Bill, as it happens.- Okay.
So next time you're a long wayfrom home and you flip your shit,
you find a pay phone and youtell it to your girlfriend.
- Okay?- Okay.
- How's that sound?- It sounds okay, Bill.
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