Nearly two seasons’ worth of cat-and-mouse intrigue have led to this: the capture and arrest of (literal) lady-killer Paul Spector. But now it’s as though we’re the feline and the writers are dangling a big juicy rodent just out of paw’s reach. Spector may be in lock down, sure, but we’re not getting what we really want: the sure-to-be-electric face-to-face confrontation between him and Stella. It was a slick trick to have Gibson not make the arrest, indeed.
Surveillance is still going strong on Spector, and despite his water-logged house, he hasn’t called in a plumber or builder, which puzzles Gibson. She hasn’t finalized the details of Spector’s arrest, but it becomes evident early on that she isn’t planning to be the one wielding the cuffs. That would be
MySpace founder DSI Tom Anderson. And I still haven’t figured out why she’s enlisted Anderson’s help here. Is it because she thinks he and Spector have something in common? (Something besides the realization that they look enough alike to pass as brothers?) As Gibson, Eastwood, and the team go over the “target profile” we learn a few more details about Spector. Most telling is the fact that his father is serving time in Canada for a murder (the murder of a man, to be clear). Less seemingly important is the fact that Spector isn’t actually Jewish: His father was adopted by a Jewish family.
Gibson decides to take the calculated risk of holding off on arresting Spector in the hopes that he will lead them to Rose Stagg. Because that tactic has been really successful so far.
Burns, meanwhile, is paying a prison visit to the former Father who ran one of the orphanages Spector lived in as a kid. Now, of all the depraved moments this series has served up so far, this may very well be the most chilling. The pedophile, Jensen, has no remorse for his crimes. In fact, he’s convinced he was providing a service, helping the young boys explore their sexuality. Of Spector (whom we’re told was not molested) he purrs, “He was a very pretty boy.” Excuse me while I take 11 hot showers in a row. For what it’s worth, Burns returns to the station with Spector’s juvenile record, which is under the name Peter Baldwin. (How many pseudonyms does this guy have? Why did he go from Spector to Baldwin and back to Spector? Can someone please explain this to me in the comments?) Anyway, Spector/Baldwin/Spector began breaking and entering and stealing women’s underwear around the age of 13. And he kept a journal, a “voyeur’s map of the town,” as Burns describes it.
As the police continue to watch Spector’s home, he finally emerges in jogging clothes and makes a run for it.
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