Nakasante.
Subtitles by josmndsn
Profiler 1x09 The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Originally aired: January 4, 1997
Ok, man, here it is -- check it out -- best damn ball in town.
(laughing) Yeah. Go wide. All right.
Sam!
Hey, Sam.
Hey. Didn't Bailey say that we had a nine o'clock briefing?
Yeah. Well, maybe he had a late night.
That's not like him. He's usually on time.
Take it as a golden opportunity.
For what?
Just ... try and go with it.
Well, ok. I'll be in my office.
Over to the right.
Watch out!
Oh, man! - How many points do I get?
Two ... for making the catch, six for saving his hide.
Know how much the government charges us for office supplies?
Keep it where I can't see it.
Maddy, sorry I'm late. - Oh, I just got here myself.
Sam Waters, Maddy Duvall.
Hello. I've heard a lot about you. - Nice to meet you.
Second string draft choice here is John Grant.
Hey. Nice catch. - Five older brothers.
Maddy's our Native American Liaison with the B.I.A.
Well, let's do this in the conference room.
Somebody clean this up, please.
Everything ok? - Yeah. Just misplaced my I.D. wallet.
You lost your credentials?
It's gotta be around somewhere.
That's unlike you to misplace things, Bailey.
It'll show up.
Better hope so, or you're looking at a lot of red tape.
This is where it started: A one hundred-year-old
ceremonial meeting room located on the Minnewasca reservation in Illinois.
It was burned to the ground.
Arson? - Well, at first, we didn't think so.
As you can see, there wasn't much left to investigate.
Were any forensics done to determine the presence of accelerants?
The minnewascans are not a wealthy tribe. They kept the investigation in-house,
handled by the reservation police.
Two days later, the tribal council building became infested with termites.
You think there was a connection? - Not until two weeks later,
when the same things began to happen on the Chaochi Reservation in Missouri.
So it's the same person?
All the incidents occurred at night, same M.O.,
nobody is ever heard or seen coming or going.
And nobody ever called in the police?
Reservation police are police, Mr. Grant.
You know what I meant.
Yes, I think I do. B.I.A.'S been handling this.
It's over our heads now. Unless we can get some skilled help --
You know as well as I, Maddy, the F.B.I. Doesn't have such a great record
record when it comes to reservation cases.
Sometimes just our presence makes things a lot worse.
May I have the next slide, please?
Two weeks ago, the Chief of the Proudfoot tribe in Kentucky was murdered.
At first, we didn't tie it in to the other incidents, and then it
started again on the Zaca Reservation in Arkansas.
Burned buildings, dead cattle, insects, and three days ago,
another chief was murdered.
Looks like whoever it is, is on a roll.
It isn't gonna stop now.
We'd be putting our necks at risk just crossing into the reservation.
Well, it's not unusual for us.
We don't get any points for not showing up.
What's that? - Spirit chasers.
A simple welcome sign would have done the trick.
Do you believe this? They do it to ward off evil spirits.
It's nearly the end of the 20th century.
The only evil that's here is man's work.
Not ghosts.
It must be difficult for you. - What's that?
Oh, trying to juggle both worlds.
Tradition can coexist in the modern world.
It has to if we're going to survive.
I didn't recognize him.
Looks like they know we're here.
Carl "Two Mules" Smythe.
Looks like B.I.A. brought the F.B.I. and needs the A.A.A.
I see you've been officially welcomed.
Bailey Malone, John Grant, Sam Waters.
Carl's the police chief out here.
Sorry about that, folks. Not everyone around here thinks the F.B.I. is
the best way to handle our problems.
And you?
Hell, I'm a cop who knows when he's in over his head.
I'd take help from John Wayne and the Cavalry if they rode in.
Carl, how long has this been happening?
Pretty much since Chief Red Horse been murdered.
And it's not getting any better.
Nakasante's getting real popular around here.
Nakasante?
It's The Reclaimer, Angel of Death.
It's a spirit, not a man. That's what the people are afraid of around here.
Have you been able to arrange a release on the chief's body?
For autopsy?
Ah, That's a big word around here -- and a bad one.
Been fighting for it.
Can't say I'm having much luck.
It's very important that we get a look at the body.
Miss Waters ... some things are sacred --
that includes the dead.
Well, to be honest, Carl, it's pretty hard to conduct a murder
investigation without forensics.
Is there someone I can speak to?
Yeah. There are six people you can speak to.
Tribal council.
They're the folks you gotta convince.
Carl, if we're gonna make it out to those crime scenes,
you oughta leave while the sun's still up.
I'll take Bailey out there.
My truck doesn't have the ventilation flow-through
Maddy's got, but, uh ...
the music's better.
You mind sitting in the back?
It's pretty quiet around here.
Did I come during super bowl?
People are pretty flinchy around here nowadays.
Lot of rumors,
lot of ghost stories.
They're afraid of us. - Yeah, that, too.
What's the red paint?
Goat's blood. It's to keep Nakasante away.
Nakasante gave our people ten times ten times ten years to make
the earth green and the rivers flow.
Doesn't look like we're going to the head of the class.
For that, you die?
You're reclaimed ...
to the afterlife.
Dying isn't always death.
Yeah, well, it was in my neighborhood.
I haven't seen a cat this close to town years.
Looks like you made a friend.
This is a Stone People Lodge, commonly known or called "Sweat Lodge."
Chief Red Horse lived over there back in the trees.
Every morning, he would walk down here and up to the lodge.
You all right? - Yeah. Can't you knock?
On a blanket? - (laughs) Ha.
Ok? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Carl, you said that the Chief was killed here but that his body was moved?
To a field about three miles from here.
Were there any footprints or tracks?
No, just Chief Red Horse's entry in the lodge.
Any idea how he managed that?
No.
There's a problem at the tribal museum.
What's the problem? - Leon Fox and about two dozen
others, they're holding the Manager inside.
I need a little backup.
What do they want?
They're trying to perform a ceremony to appease Nakasante.
Great. - Yeah, Leon's ranting about how we
should never have left the old ways.
He says that by turning our heritage into souvenir stands and trying to
attract white men into the reservation, that's the cause
for all that's happening here.
Where's Bailey?
He's trying to talk them down, but he asked me to pick you up.
Let's go. - No, Carl.
Leon's been telling everyone
how you brought the F.B.I. onto the reservation,
how you betrayed your own people.
If you show up with John, its just going to make things worse.
Why don't you go on with Sam?
If I need you, I'll get you on the radio.
You be all right. - Yeah.
Ok. See you. Yeah.
Twenty head of cattle: Stone dead,
laid end to end, tails tied together.
Any idea what killed them?
At first glance, I'd say it was escoo.
What's escoo?
Made from local plants. It's a traditional poison,
used sometimes by our hunters.
You ran tests? - Ha. Checked their tongues.
Escoo turns the tongue blue.
Once you see it, you don't forget that.
Were there any visible wounds on any of the animals?
None that we could find.
And you checked the water in the trough?
Clean as a whistle.
Carl, what's down there? - Show you.
It's called the River of Tears.
"River" may be too strong a word for it, though.
Might have been at one time.
It's beautiful.
What is that? - Stone Cairn left over
from the great battle. Pond was supposedly created by the tears
of the dead, whose spirits still look after and protect the little ones.
Carl, is this pond sacred?
Yeah. This is where most of the little ones are consecrated.
Carl ...
is there any way you could take a sample from this water and
compare it to the tissue sample from the dead cattle?
Think whoever it was put the poison in the pond also?
Yeah, I think he might've.
Holding a man hostage, Leon, is not gonna do much
to further your cause.
Our cause? Is that what you think this is, a cause?
We're trying to save our lives and the lives of our families.
I understand, Leon, but this isn't the way.
I understand there's nothing supernatural behind what's
You understand?
going on here. Let the Manager go.
He has nothing to do with any of this.
So you're here to show us the way, is that it?
Like you've always shown us the way?
It's too late for your ways.
We're trying to help you here, man.
You wanna help us, go home.
Get off the reservation. This doesn't concern you.
You're not welcome here! - Leon, come on.
Fire!
The Manager. - Right behind you.
You ok? - Oh, ok, ok.
You ready to rethink your position on the supernatural?
No luck, uh, finding your I.D.?
Tore my house apart last night.
Went through every corner of this building.
It's gotta be somewhere. - Or it's gotta be lost.
It's not lost.
You wake up in the morning, where's yours?
Top right-hand drawer in the dresser.
Always, right? - Always.
Ok. It's probably the same for everyone who works here.
Until you lose it.
This is some kind of joke, right? -No.
You've got it, right? - No, I haven't.
I haven't got it. I swear.
What do you want?
Sam's video conference from the Proudfoot Reservation's all
to Rock 'n' Roll. - Oh, yeah.
Fifteen minutes? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm pretty sure that the man we're looking for is a Native American.
Anyone can get on the reservation, can get access to the pond.
Yeah, but why wouldn't they put the poison in the trough?
I think they poisoned the pond because they wanted to attack something sacred.
They were attacking tradition itself.
Bailey, do you have that series of photographs we discussed?
Yeah. These photographs were taken on
three of the reservations that have been hit.
We've got Indian Hospital, Police Station, Fire Station,
New Elementary School.
All very modern, very up-to-date.
You see, I don't think that the rage we're seeing here is
directed at the people, per se.
I think it's directed at custom.
I think so, too. If he wanted to hurt the tribe,
why not pick one of the more modern facilities?
If you just wanted to kill cattle and scare people,
why poison the pond and not the trough?
This is anger at tradition.
Something from his childhood?
Yeah, probably --
there was a case in '87.
It was the Gennaro case.
I worked it. They kept him locked in the basement for two years,
forced him to recite constant prayer and confession.
Right. Alfred Gennaro was a priest killer.
He targeted his rage at the church --
the fundamentalist church in particular.
So you think we're looking for the same thing here:
A Native American subjected to some kind of
religious and traditional child abuse.
Yeah, well, I don't think an outsider
would place enough value on these traditions to target them.
Did you find anything on the Proudfoot Reservations?
Yeah. It's pretty much the same as the Zaca.
Everyone is terrified.
They're blaming everything on Nakasante.
The Proudfoot have have Nakasante, too?
All the tribes that were hit are descendants of the Honi --
they all share the same basic religious beliefs.
Is that common knowledge?
It is to whosever doing this. Sam, do you have anything else?
No, not really. I'm having a lot of trouble on this one.
There isn't much documentation on Nakasante.
When are you flying back?
I've got a flight in an hour.
I'll see you guys back at at the reservation, I guess.
We'll keep the wagons in a circle.
Both Chiefs were killed with the same sort of blunt weapon-- rounded,
two inches in diameter, like a hammer handle without the hammer ...
here.
Could be a war club. - Hmm?
It's a weapon, Grace. Mostly ceremonial,
but once used in ritual battles.
Oh, and what is that bit about leaving the Chief's ears intact?
That's how I convinced them to release the body.
I told them you'd leave the ears.
He was a great hunter and scout when he was alive.
It's their belief he'll need his ears
to remain alert in the afterlife.
You have the toxology report on the pond water and the cattle?
Mm-hmm. Sam was right.
I found the same poison in the pond that I found in the cattle.
Mm-hmm, did you have fun?
I know ... I miss you, too, Babygirl.
All right, honey. Well, mama will be home as soon as she can, all right?
So you be good. Ok.
Big kiss. All right.
Bye-bye.
Hello?
May I help you? Oh ... I'm sorry. I, um--
I didn't mean to intrude. I was --
my name is Sam Waters.
I know your name.
I expected you to find your way here.
They tell me you have powerful medicine.
Well, forewarned is forearmed, I guess.
Good looks and ... brains, too.
Come on in.
(mutters) Sure.
I hope you're not a basketball fan.
Well, I know who Michael Jordan is.
Sure. Who doesn't?
Come on in.
Everyone is welcome in the House of Joseph.
My relatives call me Uncle Joe.
Sit down.
Thank you.
I was in the purification lodge last night.
The rocks told me you would come.
There was a cat --
a panther.
Black, with yellow eyes.
Yes. Is he yours?
Heh ... is she mine?
She is your spirit, Miss Waters --
a guide.
You and her have chosen one another
because you are connected ...
in here.
It's funny. I wasn't afraid.
It's as if I knew she wouldn't do me any harm.
You have great vision.
You see into the spirits of men.
Your vision troubles you.
Sometimes, you feel it is better not to know.
A lot of what I see is very dark.
You suffer, too ...
not from what you see,
but from a terrible loss.
A shadow follows you.
You will have to battle that shadow.
You may fail.
How do you know all of this?
We both search for the truth.
You have your diplomas and your duties.
I have thousands of years of history,
and the great mystery is with me.
No word from Sam yet.
Her plane arrived on time. Maybe she got stuck in--
in traffic or something.
Anything here?
I found some hot spots across the floor.
No ignition devices yet.
I've got an arson team coming in.
ooo ...
Think they'll find something?
You starting to buy into this ... Nakasante?
Well, you know, having some of this wild stuff
makes police work a hell of a lot easier. I mean,
how many times would you like to say to the Press
that after extensive investigation,
folks, we've decided that the whole thing is chalked up
to Evil Spirits.
You don't believe that what is happening is
caused by Nakasante, do you?
Heh...not unless he has an oil company credit card.
Nakasante doesn't need gasoline ...
to make his prophecies come true.
The evil here ...
is the evil of a man.
Go ahead. You can say it.
Say what?
You believe this man comes from my people,
but you are afraid to offend me.
Yes, I do ...
but I believe that he was an outcast,
that he was abused by very traditional,
religious parents or people.
Then he must come from the Honi.
But I think he comes from the Zaca, specifically.
He's done more crime here than on the other reservations.
I think that he's come home to finish what he started.
Look at this. Beautiful, isn't it?
Such a waste.
These were in pretty good shape.
Oh, yeah. I'm glad something is.
We're never gonna get this guy.
We'll get him, Maddy.
Yeah, but how much else has to happen before we do?
How many people have to die? - Bailey?
Sam's on the horn.
We'll be right back.
Hey.
That's great, Sam. From who? - His name is Uncle Joe.
He's the Zaca Brujo.
Ok. See you later.
Maddy! ...
Maddy?!
Listen, I am telling you, Maddy dropped off
the face of the planet. She's uh, ...
Nobody's seen her on the reservation. Her car's still there.
Besides, if she had just wandered off, we would have seen her.
Yeah, well, that's what I'm saying. It doesn't make any sense.
There were no tracks coming out of the museum.
It was muddy. She would've made tracks.
So how do you suggest I write up this sit rep --
"Woman abducted by thousand-year-old Indian Spirit"?
Yeah. Ok? - Thanks.
Who are they? - The nakasante.
Three guys? What, they're a gang? - No,
only one of them, but they were all taken from
their parents on the Zaca Reservation,
put in foster homes by Family Services.
They fit Sam's profile, and they're all on Uncle Joe's list.
For child abuse? - Yes,
but a particular kind.
Jimmy Blue Heron was kept in a closet and made to recite the
Zaca Ceremonial Prayers ten hours a day.
I thought catechism was tough.
Samuel Ageesi was branded with tribal symbols,
and Donald Crews was whipped by his father for going
to the Reservation Hospital.
Going to the doctor's a whipping offense?
He was gonna take his mother to see an oncologist who was visiting from the city.
It was supposed to be a secret.
When his old man found out, he took them both into the sticks
for a traditional cure. The mother died.
So ...
would that make you hate the old ways enough to destroy them?
Blue Heron is in the army.
Ageesi's a D.A. in Los Angeles,
but Donald Crews just finished a two-year jolt in the state pen
for assault and mayhem.
He was released two months ago.
The Minnewasca Ceremonial Room was torched
in Illinois two months ago.
So, where's Crews now?
Back where he was born -- Zaca Reservation.
Now, I just spoke with Sam and Carl.
They checked Crews' trailer -- nothing.
From all appearances, he hasn't been home in months.
He's traveling.
Possibly.
The ceremony for Chief Red Horse's passing is tonight.
Strong possibility Crews is going to show up,
admire the result of his handiwork.
We should be there. - We will be.
Can I get you something?
Gin and tonic.
Thanks ...
but it's only fair to tell you I'm waiting for someone.
Have I done something wrong?
I don't know. Would you like to?
Free pass.
Today only.
I am waiting for someone,
Agent ...
Malone.
I could wait with you.
How would that be?
Bartender. - Right away, sir.
My friends call me Jack.
It was beautiful.
We've lost this in our world --
a contact with something timeless.
If Crews was here, I didn't see him.
I think I'm going to head back over to Uncle Joe's. Can I -
I'll come with you. - No, John, that's ok.
I think the both of us would be just pressing his hospitality.
You sure?
Yeah. I'll be fine. I'll see you later.
Ok.
She's a handful.
Two handfuls, but worth six times that.
You know, evening tea is the traditional gathering
to talk about the day.
It's important.
You know, I think the English copied the Red Man on this one.
Thank you.
Uncle Joe, we've been looking for one of the men
on the list of names you gave us ...
Donald Crews. No one's seen him for weeks.
And you've come to find out how Nakasante ...
makes himself invisible.
Yes.
Do you believe in the Legend of Nakasante?
Of course.
It's a powerful legend.
Such deep beliefs come from
hard experiences, long hard experiences.
So you believe that Nakasante can change into various forms,
that he can make himself invisible.
Of course ... and I think you believe it, too.
Yeah, I got it. Thanks. We'll head over there now.
Crews has a cousin--George, hangs out at a pool hall
just outside the reservation. It's worth a shot.
Carl, stop the car.
You got a flashlight? - Yeah.
What is it?
Looks like a spirit chaser.
Same thing Maddy cut down the other day.
Oh, no. - Oh, Maddy ...
Help me get her down.
I have many secrets.
Secrets I can only reveal
to someone respectful.
Do you mind if I choose you?
Why me?
Because you believe.
You believe what you see,
and you don't let your mind get in the way.
Besides,
I'm the Chief of Chiefs,
and I can do what I damn well like.
Now, come on. Come with me.
Where?
Let's go on a dream together.
Oh, I can't. I have too much work to do.
I can't think about sleep right now.
Come on ...
just a little nap.
As men,
we can only see the world
through a man's eyes.
There are other eyes
that see what we cannot ... like the hawk.
If we are free ourselves from earthbound view,
perhaps more will become clear.
Become the hawk, Sam.
See what the hawk sees.
It's dark.
See it in the light.
Fly with me.
I am with you.
You won't fall.
What is it?
What the hawk sees,
he sees with heat.
He sees into the heart.
He sees the land ...
living and dying.
I see lines.
Heat ... under the earth.
Yes, tunnels.
And you saw these while you were flying,
through the eyes of a hawk.
Did your arms get tired?
All right, look, you can make fun of me all you want.
Now, I cannot explain what I saw, but I saw it.
Look, it would also explain how Crews gets from scene to scene
without leaving footprints.
Well, grandma used to tell me that in the old days,
when our land was under siege,
the people sought refuge under the earth.
No one ever took those stories literally.
Carl, can you get me a map?
Not something modern, something old. Ancient.
The words "ancient" and "map" don't exactly go together around here.
Well, Carl, there must be something.
I mean, if your grandmother knew the stories--
Deer hide drawings. They were at the museum.
If they didn't burn, we got 'em here.
You're looking at the pre-colonial Zaca empire.
At least, according to these stories.
We are about here.
What is it you actually saw, Sam?
They were like thin blue lines under the earth.
Sort of like veins.
It's like they were emanating from the center of something.
How many lines did you see?
There are about six of them.
It was sort of like a pinwheel.
Could that be it?
Could be, yeah.
Can you pinpoint this spot, Carl?
Assuming the major landmarks are still where they were.
I'd say on this map, this would be north ...
which would make this the bend in the little fork river.
That'll be the western ridge.
I'd say ...
this is your spot.
The hub was the center of the old village.
What is it now? - Same thing it always was ...
the house of the wisest man.
Sam, you just came from there.
Uncle Joe.
Crews has got him. He's acting out the legend.
Carl, where is that sacred place?
Again, according to the old stories,
there's supposed to be an underground grotto
used for ancient ceremonies.
That brings us back to the tunnels.
Now, we've got to find these tunnels.
Bailey! Sam!
John. - Hey. Crews must have left this open.
I found it like this.
What's down there?
Well, looks to be a secret tunnel.
The strange thing is, there's something like there's ...
bloody footprints.
Uncle Joe's?
No, it was like a big cat or something.
But, you know, the thing is that they led away,
and all of a sudden they disappeared.
Yeah, sure. I'll let him know. All right.
Just talked to Grace.
Maddy Duvall died of strangulation.
Huh. She must have stumbled into him.
He didn't have a choice. She'd found where he was hiding.
Must have been what happened.
My guys dug up another hidden tunnel just like
the one over there.
That's what he's been doing this whole time.
He's been working his way up to the source ...
the Chief of Chiefs.
One of these tunnels leads to the grotto.
He's down there somewhere.
Let's get to him first.
Yeah, Bailey. I'm about a hundred and fifty feet down tunnel "A."
I've found some kind of ladder.
What's your coordinate?
Six hundred and sixty feet west of the baseline.
That should be the sweat lodge.
I'm going up.
Just take a look. Don't engage.
Affirmative, Bailey. I'm in the sweat lodge. It's empty.
I'm doubling back.
Ok, John. Head towards the next tunnel.
Bailey, I'm at the tribal museum.
Roger.
Sam, are you keeping an eye on the time?
Uh ...
yeah, I see it. Three minutes.
Sam, are you on com?
Are you on com, Sam? We lost your air.
Bailey, Tunnel "C." I can hear them.
Copy. We're on the way
Uncle Joe.
Nakasante!
Don't move!
John, cuff him.
Roll over! Get over there!
Are you ok, Sam?
Ahh ... yeah.
Should have waited.
I didn't have much of a choice.
Are you ok?
No, I'm not going.
I don't like hospitals.
Yeah, well, I think you should at least have a doctor look at you.
I mean, that eye is pretty bad.
I think I should make you some tea.
I don't think so.
You know, you're a good person.
You have a good heart.
Don't neglect the panther.
Don't let me down.
Say what?
Nothing.
Thanks.
Just got a weird call.
Some woman back in Atlanta found my credentials.
Turn around! Turn around! Drop your weapon!
Relax! Relax! F.B.I.!
Where's your I.D.? - F.B.I!
Where's your I.D.? Cuff him!
THE END
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