Kiss the Girls Page #3

And then that's it.

No prints or fibers,|no semen or hair.

Except what he cut off her.

What about cause of death?

There are no signs of torture,|no weight loss, no drugging.

He just ties 'em up|and leaves 'em for the critters.

A real student of the game.

And he likes to play.

We've liasoned|with the campus police...

posted fliers.

Figure somebody out there had to|have seen something important.

An environment fit for blending.

For you, a security nightmare.|For him...paradise.

We're gonna get this animal.

We've got a critically|injured eight-year-old girl...

thrown from a motorcycle.|No helmet.

She's gonna get a cat scan|as soon as you get her stable.

That's the third grade.|Why was she on a motorcycle?

Her daddy decided|to take her for a ride.

The pressure bandage|is about to go.

We're a minute away|from a 30-second bleed out.

I need a tourniquet.

- Retractors are ready.|- I'm gonna do a cut down.

- Watch your pressure drop.|- Scalpel, please, nurse.

Gauze and suture.

- What's her name?|- Laura.

That's an awful lot of blood|for such a little girl, Laura.

Try to put you|back together again.

Hi, Mrs. Lee. Dr. McTiernan.

Doctor. Hello.

She's alive.

Wait. Mrs. Lee. Listen.

Laura has suffered|severe head trauma...

and she is in a coma.

You can be with her|as soon as...

Please, let me see my baby.

I want to see the jab.

There you go. Good.|Now move around the ring.

Around the ring. Let's go.|Don't stay there. Back up.

Watch your contact.

OK, Barry off. You can stay on.|Who's next?

Kate, let's go.

OK.

Go get him.

All right,|let's keep it light, guys.

Come on, Kate,|let's see something.

I want to see the jab.|Stick the jab in there.

There you go. Good.|Let me see the jab.

Come on, use the jab.

Nice! OK, good.|Let's go. Work it.

Come on. On your toes.

Ethan, what are you doing?

Watch your contact, OK?|Kate, are you OK?

This is|a sorry substitute for sex.

I said this is|a sorry substitute...

- I heard you.|- Yeah, OK.

- You know what I'm looking for?|- Hmm?

The way my daddy|looked at my mother.

What way?

I can't settle|for anything less.

Sure picks lookers, doesn't he?

Yeah, he does.

But, you know, these women|are more than just attractive.

They're all extraordinary|in some way.

Smart, talented.

He ain't choosing them|just for their congeniality.

Ordinarily, they don't...

but I think our guy|is a little different.

How so?

I think killing's|not his ulterior motive.

This guy's a collector.|I bet these women are alive.

Come on, doc.

Our boy's brain is soft|as a two-minute egg...

and nothing personal,|but I figure...

every one of them gals|is tied to a tree...

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