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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

All of these cases,
all of these people are related.

Whoa, whoa.

That file didn't close
by itself.

Someone's accessing the computer
and watching us.

MAX:
Molly, the person
who sent you that dossier

and that card
with the silver ink,

they left something on it.

Find him, please.

GILL:
A few years ago,

Molly confessed
to a few nonviolent crimes

to her therapist.

RAJAN:
Dr. Auerbach's notes
were printed

on the same printer
that produced these cards.

The sick mind behind

all of these murders
is Dr. Diane Auerbach.

(sirens wailing)

(clamoring)
Go, go, go!

CHAVEZ:
That's no suicide.

AUERBACH:
What does your grandma do
that makes you so mad?

It can be hard to talk about
things that make you angry.

That's okay.

Sometimes,

it's easier to draw
what's on your mind.

Things that
make you happy,

things that
bother you.

Dreams, maybe.

May I see your drawing?

I was so sure.

I was so certain
that she was responsible

for all
of these murders.

Some twisted soul

was holding
Dr. Auerbach

responsible for something, huh?

Not much of
anything inside.

Place has been empty for
a while, so whoever abducted her

and brought her
out here,

they didn't set up shop
in there.

Nope. They were busy
back here.

FOLSOM:
Honestly, I'm just wondering

how they even got her
up there at all.

Dead weight's a bear
to carry on flat ground,

let alone that far up.

I don't know
if he used a pulley,

or what, but the killer
had to be strong

and determined.
Must've taken a while.

Jack says liver temp
puts time of death at about

30 hours ago.

I thought you and Serena
almost just ran into her

at the house yesterday.
Yeah, we thought we did.

Stop!
RAJAN: But neither of us
actually saw her.

If it was the killer,
then they were here first,

and they went back
to Diane's.

Wonder what they
were looking for, huh?

I wonder why they killed
our prime suspect.

Seems a bit self-defeating,
redirects our attention.

Canvass was a bust.

Most of the cabins
out here

are vacant
during the week,

so we're hard up
for witnesses.

RAJAN:
So whoever did this,

they would have plenty
of privacy for...

whatever this is.

"The Hanged Man."

The tarot card.

(scoffs)

Me and my friends were really
into tarot in middle school.

The Hanged Man
is upside down,

hanging by one ankle
from a tree,

hands behind
his back.

Hope it's not
a bad omen.

Last thing we need
is a cursed crime scene.

This guy went to a lot
of trouble to stage this.

If there's something it can
tell us, we need to know soon,

Joshua.
On it.

Thank you.

(wind chimes tinkling)

You should check this out
over here, too.

ROBY:
What do we have here?

The greatest hits
of our connected cases.

A mirror shard.

ROBY:
He used to kill Lynn Zobrist.

RAJAN:
Chef's knife
and what I think is

potassium cyanide solution.

ROBY:
Like the one
that took out our chef,

Dario Donnelly.

And our captive
bolt pistol.

RAJAN:
Like the one used to kill
Lamont Moore

and those innocent bystanders.

ROBY:
Blood on the business end.

No prints, though.

But there are
some here.

What have you got?

See this vertical defect?

It matches a healing cut
on Diane's right index finger.

The killer had her sitting here?

RAJAN:
The way these weapons
are laid out,

I think they made Diane choose
how she wanted to die.

(crying)

ROBY:
Out of all the weapons
in our silver ink cases...

...she chose the quickest death.

Half expected to find
another card.

"Keep your secrets,
cull the rotten fruit."

Whoever's behind all of this,

they had to know how
all these cases connected.

They were connected
because they were ordered

by the same psychopath.

Let's get him.

(typing)

(whirring)

♪ ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Thank you.
FOLSOM: Okay, fellas.

She's in full rigor.
So let's take it nice and slow.

Ladies.

I thought you were in Hawaii
with your daughter.

I came back
a day early.

Lindsey...
was annoyed.

You got it?
Yeah.

WILLOWS: Hard to
stay on vacation

when a serial killer
is on the loose.

Wish this killer
would take a vacation.

WILLOWS:
So, Max said

that the guy
gave her

a choice of weapons
from the Silver Ink case.

Catch me up.

Leucocrystal violet
tests confirmed

that the bolt gun was

actually the only weapon
used on Diane.

You didn't get anything else
from the other weapons?

Prints?
No.

Uh, the shard is from
a broken bathroom mirror

in the cabin, the knife is from

a block in the kitchen,

and the serial on the bolt gun

can only tell us
it was part of a batch

sold through an online retailer.

Trail goes cold there.

And, obviously,
the cyanide solution

is in an unmarked bottle.

Maybe the victim
can tell us something.

FOLSOM:
So far,

Diane's not spilling
any secrets, just blood,

and lots of it.
We only just figured out

how to get her down without
dropping her on her head.

You didn't see
anything up there?

All I got was a workout
and more questions.

I had Serena
look at the cuffs.

They're not law-enforcement
issue.

Could've come from
a sex shop, maybe.

Or online. Or anywhere, really.

Another question: Uh, you see

all that old flaky paint
on the crossbar there?

Well,

there's a void
here I can't explain.

If you threw a rope up over
that bar and hauled a body up,

you would strip paint
on three sides.

Anywhere you pull
a rope around that bar,

there would be way
more disturbed paint.

How the hell
did he get her up there?

He didn't use a pulley?

No clue.

It was hard enough
to get her down,

and she's in
rigor now.

Well, if the killer
put her up there

before she was stiff...

Yeah, he would have
had a hell of a time.

Be easier if he had help.

You think we've got
more than one doer?

All of the other
Silver Ink murders

have been committed by
lone wolves.

Lone wolves who were coerced.

Maybe our man

behind the curtain

blackmailed
an accomplice.

Something here
is gonna tell us.

Oh, hey.
Any winners?

Epithelial DNA from
the ropes and cuff

come from
a single donor.

Diane Auerbach.

You?
Uh, just some soil.

Matched a sample from the scene.

Looks like the guy used
a rope that was laying around.

There's nothing but
paint from the flagpole

on this side of the cuffs.

So, to recap,

we have four weapons
that lead nowhere,

no witnesses,
and no DNA

or trace that point
toward any killer. Hmm.

I don't want to use
the word "cursed."

I don't think the guy
was casting a spell

with his silver squiggles.

We'll find something.

You guys
collected everything

you could fit
into that trunk.

Plenty more bites
off that apple.

When in doubt...

...dust.

♪ ♪

It's just partials.
There's not one print

with enough characteristics
to run through AFIS.

That is some tough
taffy to chew.

I have a
semi-crazy idea.

What if we try
to piece together

all of the partials,

build a usable print
from what we have.

Like a Franken-print?

Look, I know it's not gonna
hold up in court,

but it could lead to
a person of interest, right?

These aren't even partials,

these are partials
of partials.

You think we can
cobble together

something substantial
from such tiny bits?

I once built

the Taj Mahal
out of Legos.

We got this.

(grunting):
Ah, come on.

(groans)

(chuckles)
Do you need a hand?

(sighs) I think
I need all of you.

This guy is...

not a great stand-in for

Diane Auerbach.
He's a little too tall,

too heavy.
Same goes for everybody else

in my dummy closet.
Your dummy closet? Wow.

(laughs)

All right.

I got to figure out
if the killer

had an accomplice
when he strung her up.

Either way, it was a tough job.

This guy had to leave
a piece of himself somewhere,

but I don't know where to look.

So, you want to...

Run some trials.

Will you donate
your body to science?

(laughs)

Whoa.
All right.

You good?
Yeah.

All right.
Oh, Josh,

I'm slipping.
I'm slipping.
What?

All right.

(laughs):
No.
No.

Okay, can you help, uh...

Here we go. You got it?

I should not
have quit yoga.

Let it swing... and over.

Nice. Okay.
RAJAN: Yes.

(laughter)

We did it.

Well, I think you
mean I did it.

You were more of
a handsome tripod.

(both chuckle)

All right,
you ready?
Mm-hmm.

Here we go.
(laughs)

You all right?
Yeah.

So...

I doubt that Diane

was that amenable
to her killer.

I doubt that she
was even alive.

So, either he
had help, or...

...we're looking
for Superman.

CHAVEZ:
Mr. Auerbach,
this is Maxine Roby,

the director
of the crime lab.

I'm so sorry for
your loss, sir.
Ah, thank you.

But, truth be told,
I'm surprised you called.

Me and Diane have been
separated almost two years.

I thought she'd have somebody
else for next of kin.

You moved out?

Yeah, well, 20 years of having

your every sigh psychoanalyzed
starts to grate.

Did she grate on
anybody else?

I thought you said
you'd met her.

Look, Diane worked with
disturbed kids

for most of
her career.

Lot of them had
signs of psychopathy,

and when they got worked up...

Did you ever worry
for her safety?

She had these creeps
traipsing through our house.

I always thought
having a home office

was a bad idea.

She insisted they were safe.

Was she ever concerned about
anybody in particular, or...

No, she
was always

very serious about privacy.

I-I didn't even
know their names.

Mr. Auerbach,
LVPD has a record

of a domestic disturbance
call at Diane's address.

Four years ago.

You know the one.

That was before the separation.

We used to argue
something awful,

but it was raised voices,
that's all.

See, we're pretty sure
we're looking for a big guy.

Your left arm could
feed a family of five

for a week.

Are you seriously suggesting...

Yes, I am.

I'm asking you where
you were last night

from 8:00 to midnight.
Working out.

I don't skip leg day.

You don't believe me?

Here, I even recorded

a little for my, uh, trainer.

She likes to
critique my form.

Mm, okay.

ROBY:
Tell me you got
something, Sonya.

I'm starting to feel
like the grand marshal

of a dead end parade.

Well, I'm not sure any

of what I have
is gonna crack the case,

but I do
know two things.
Tell me.

So, first thing:

Lividity indicates

that your victim
died upright.

See this sort of
whitish discoloration

on her buttocks and
the backs of her thighs?

I would say that she was seated

and she stayed that way
for a while.

So, the killer
turned her upside down

after she had
already died.

Yes. But not immediately.

Okay, what's
thing two?

Okay, thing two: You see this

sort of adhesive residue
around the wound?

I would verify this with FTIR,

but based off the strength
of this remaining residue,

I would say that is
contractor-grade duct tape.

Why it's there, though,
I have no idea.

Maybe the killer wanted
to keep the wound from bleeding

until the stage was set.

Duct tape to
prevent blood flow.

That is crude,
but it's effective.

It's oddly fastidious.

He's nothing
if he's not meticulous.

He needs everything
to be just so.

Yeah.
(clattering)

Jack, you got to be

more careful with
the specimen trays.

Jack?

Hey.

Hey, excuse me!

Hey! Security!

Stop!

He ran out the back door.

Whoever that was, he shouldn't
have been in the crypt.

I mean, unless he was lost.

I don't...

He left something behind.

That was him?

That was him.

GILL:
There.

Okay, we've
got to be close.

This is when Max
went into the morgue

at 5:17 p.m.

There he is.

You got a different angle?

5:34 p.m. He runs out
the loading dock doors

and we lose him in the alley.
Darn it.

We never see his face.

All right, that's just how
he got out of the building.

How did he get in?
Let me check.

This reminds me of a
Where's Waldo nightmare I had.

Candy cane striped hellscape.

That's him, right?

Dressed like a delivery guy?

Must be how he wormed
his way past security.

Where's the footage
from that elevator?

GILL:
There isn't any.

Maintenance said that
those cameras

are gonna get
fixed next week.

But, if he got out
at the lobby level...

WILLOWS:
Hold up.

Is that Bryan?

Almost, the chin
isn't quite right.

A little bit sharper.

So I think we have a sketch

of a stick figure in a hat.

I don't think
my guy has the chops

to get what
Bryan's giving him.

Any DNA on the note?

ROBY:
Yes, indeed.

We got a name
and a police report.

CHAVEZ:
Modi Subramaniam.

Ooh, a 92-year-old
with a record.

ROBY:
Felony assault, 2017.

Hit a teenager in a grocery
store parking lot with his cane.

Okay, you're
not telling me

Bad Grandpa outran you,
are you?

I think our
silver ink-obsessed killer

used an envelope with
this old man's DNA on it.

I think we
should find out

if he's trying to
show us something.

So, our homeowner, Modi,

he is pretty spry for
a 92-year-old felon.

Lives out
in Palm Springs

with a couple lady friends.

Rents this place out.

Any information
about his tenant?

Description
he gave was

"some young
white guy."

Goes by
"Mike Smith."
Hmm.

Narrows it down.
Yeah, few hundred

Mike Smiths in Vegas,
but this one

paid six months' rent
up front in cash.

I'm guessing Modi

didn't ask
too many questions.

(knocking)

You know, he insisted
on a video call

when he heard my voice.

(scoffs)

He said "anything
for a lady cop

with very
pretty eyes."

Ooh.
So I have an open

invitation to
Palm Springs,

and we have permission
to look around.

Well, let's not keep you

from that poolside
margarita, huh?

WILLOWS: Somebody ran a cable
to that structure.

ROBY:
Yup.

WILLOWS:
Maybe an ADU?

I'm over here.

Not much of a view,
though, huh?

WILLOWS:
No, there isn't.

Catherine...

These symbols, they're symbols

like those postcards
we've been getting.

Homeowner says
we can go in.

(shudders)

(knocking)

I think we found your pen pal.

You have any luck
decoding this stuff?

ROBY:
Allie's been working on it.

Beau dabbles. But nothing yet.

I mean,

maybe it's just lorem ipsum.

Like it means nothing?

That really would be crazy.

(screams)

Oh, my God.

Get out, get out!

Come on, get out!

You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine. Max?

Are you okay?
(panting)

I hit the light switch.
It was rigged.

CHAVEZ:
Dispatch, I need LVFD

at my current location
in Boulder City now.

I got a case going up in smoke.

Damn it!

ROBY:
I know. Our evidence

got flambéed.

I don't want
to hear a word

about this case
being jinxed.

I never should have touched

that damn light switch.

Oh, it's okay, boss.

It's not as if it's our
first crispy crime scene.

WILLOWS:
Yeah, if I'd
seen it first,

I would've done
the same damn thing.

This psycho was probably
counting on it.

And his little booby trap

could be exactly
what helps us find him.

I want every piece
of this ignition mechanism,

anything that remotely
looks like

it belongs to it, Catherine.

Bag and tag it. I'm on it.

ROBY:
This was a controlled burn.

He wanted us to find something.

Allie, I want
you to look at

every piece of paper,

everything in the drawers

and anything that looks like

it survived this fire.

Got it.

I'll see if I
can make sense

of what's left
of these scribbles.

Yeah, you do,
we'll buy you a steak dinner

at the Palazzo, how's that?

Really?

ROBY:
Hey, you guys.

Penny was right.

WILLOWS:
What?

The guy who engineered this,

they were watching us.

Max.
Yeah.

You need
to see this.

What?

FOLSOM:
You are running trace
analysis on a card

that's literally
ordering your murder.

That is the job, Joshua.

Not when some psychopath has
put a target on your back.

How many people got
that card with your name?

You wanna end up
back in the hospital?

Or worse? I can't imagine

that you want to go
through that again.

I know I don't.

My name on one of those cards

is totally off-pattern.

Who's been the target so far?

Every other Silver Ink
case has been

one troubled person
being sent after another.

So putting my name
in the mix...

It's a desperate move.

He's panicking.

We're close,

and he's worried,

and worried people
make mistakes.

Max, come on.

You cannot just be chum
in the water for some lunatic.

You want me
to be safe?
Yeah.

Then let's find out
everything we can

about this guy and
get him off the streets.

She has to handle it her way.

You will be an invited guest

at an LVPD safe house
until this is over.

Actually, I have a better idea.

You know, I'm really
not too wild about

how often people are
trying to kill you, Mom.

It's starting to feel
like a trend, isn't it?

So, what do we do?

I need you to get
two rooms at the Aurora.

One for me,
one for you.

Use fake names, okay?

Like we're in witness
protection?

It's not perfect, I know that,

but LVPD is gonna post unis
outside our rooms.

We'll have
Aurora's CCTV network

as added security, and you'll
be able to go to work.

Mom? This sucks.

I know.

I'll set it up.

All right. Thank you.

Oh, hey, I got
something to show you.

What you got?

I didn't really see much of
this guy's face, but I saw this.

(elevator dings)

He's got a scar on his arm.

What happened to
that stick figure?

Oh, you know I had to do
a little somethin' somethin'.

You want something done right,
you got to do it yourself.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
boss, but you should

come take a look at this.

GILL:
We were able to jigsaw

some usable prints

from the partials we
pulled at Diane's cabin.

Okay, Pen, a judge
is gonna throw this out

at the mention
of the word "jigsaw."

No, we know.

But don't you want
to meet your matches?

ROBY:
Matches? Plural?

Whatever you think I did,

it's not true, I've
never done anything...

We just have a few
questions, Juan Carlos.

Your prints are on file

from your
asylum application.

Me and Juan Carlos,

we've been picking up
construction jobs.

We've been working all the time.
It's been amazing.

JUAN CARLOS:
It's been terrible.

Have you met the people
that live here?

They're all degenerates.

What exactly
were you building

out by Lake Spring
Mountain, Mister...

Uh, Hester.

Ted Hester.

And it was a boat ramp.

That old dock is in
pretty rough shape.

And you just hired a couple
of day laborers to help?

Yeah, I got a bum shoulder,

so I can't do any heavy lifting.

JUAN CARLOS:
This was months ago now,

but I remember the boss
on this paid in cash.

Said we'd get to
work by the lake.

Better than the desert.

How long were
you out there?

We didn't see
a boat ramp.

We never finished.
Barely even started.

Boss said the old lady
that used to live there,

she went into a home.

TED:
Not to be a jerk,

but no money,
no boat ramp, you know?

Where were you night
before last?

Lotería. I'm a cantor

at Señorita Margarita's
twice a week.

JUAN CARLOS:
He's actually very good.

Won a hundred dollars
that night.

I was at home
watching the Lakers.

They got to trade 'Bron, man.
Blow it up. Get some picks.

Yeah. Uh, well, if
you have anything else...

There is one
thing, actually.

I remember seeing a pickup

out at the cabin.

It was an extended
cab, white.

Had a supertop over the bed.

Saw it a couple times.

If anybody got close,
it just took off.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Hester.

All right.

I didn't see any
scars on their arms,

but the file on Bob Auerbach
says he drives

a white truck
that sounds pretty similar.

Along with a thousand other
Vegas residents.

(sighs)

I was thinking
about the boat ramp.

Mm-hmm?

The summer I was 17,
I dated this girl

whose family had money.

Oh, I bet her dad loved you.

No.
Mm-hmm.

But he had a boat
that needed repairs,

and I helped him
haul it out of Lake Tahoe.

I think I need
to go find a hoist.

Oh, hey, Al...

Uh, hey.
No, it's me.

Allie texted.

She's still at
the white room scene,

but she said you needed help.

(chuckles):
Mm, okay.

(whirring)

Ha-ha.
Now we're talking.

We might not be looking
for a powerlifter,

just a guy
with a powerful lifter.

But I thought you said
there was no sign

that a pulley was used,

and wouldn't a hoist like this
have to be pulled from above?

on top of the flagpole?
Were there any markings

Uh...

There's no sign of anything
being disturbed

except for that
little void in the paint

where Diane was hanging.

Well, maybe he hooked up
a motorized device to...

I don't know,
something tall

that isn't
there anymore?

Maybe.

I think we need to
get back to the crime scene

for another look.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, totally.

Could I be right side up
for that?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Beau. Hey.

Anything useful?

You have components

of the ignition device, accelerant.

I mean, it's all
stuff that contractors,

repair folk, your odd
DIY-er could buy

at a hardware store
on a regular basis.

So we'd be hard-pressed
to trace any of it

back to an individual.

Yeah, even before
it went up in flames.

Damn. I...

just was really hoping

this was going to end
our evidence drought.

There's got to be something
that we're missing.

The thing I keep coming back to

are these crazy
symbols on the walls.

Allie and I, we haven't

cracked the postcards,
but maybe

there's something there
we haven't seen.

Like what?

A pattern.

A clue to the cipher.
I don't know,

but something that could get us

to the bastard
who is threatening Max.

I just... I can't really tell.

Well, maybe you need to
get back in the saddle.

I mean, if you think there's
something at the crime scene

that could help Max, you're not
going to find it in a lab

on the other
side of town.

Oh.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't a rare
sighting of Beau Finado

out in the wild.

Don't get excited,

this is a temporary
state of affairs.

Nope. Sorry,
I'm getting excited.

You can't stop me.

(chuckles) Look, I'm just here
to get a better look

at the stuff
that's on the walls.

RAJAN:
Yeah, the silver scribbles.

I've been trying to make them
out through the soot all day.

Well, Beau brought something

that might make it
a little easier.

FINADO:
You know I love my latex.

♪ ♪

Guys... I found something weird.

Well, weirder.

Well...

it's not exactly
a secret decoder ring,

but it's something.

Richard Sloan,
Alan Herskovitz...

FINADO:
I don't know
what I'm looking at,

but I know I don't like it.

RAJAN:
Whoever's behind

the Silver Ink murders,

this is part of their plan.

We're not just looking at
a few connected crimes.

What do you see, Allie?

It's a wheel.

This whole time, we've been
watching a wheel of death spin.

This is his plan.

This is his
whole game plan.

ROBY:
Your big old board of crazy

looks a lot less crazy.
What happened?

We found something under
the soot at the fire scene.

Beau's liquid latex trick
gave us a clean look.

That ouroboros
and the names around it

helped me realize
what it is

that we're
really looking at.

A game.
A game?

You ever play
Assassin, boss?

We used to play it
at university

with Nerf guns.

Players are
assigned a target,

and once they eliminate one,
they inherit

that player's target
as their next assignment.

It's just a complicated
game of tag.

You go after me,
I go after Allie,

Allie goes
after you...

It's fun.

If you're playing
with Nerf bullets.

Are you sure about this?

Mm-hmm. The snake

eats its own tail.

The wheel rolls until

only one remains.

And everybody else ends up dead.

I mean, all these poor,
sick folks.

FINADO:
Who would want
to kill all these people?

And who dreams up
something like this?

You know what?

No more games. Get me a suspect.

♪ ♪

(Folsom sighs)

No holes, no disturbed earth.

Whatever kind of rig
he used to get her up there

had to be anchored
to something,

but I wouldn't even begin to
know where to look for trace.

FOLSOM:
I'm not the superstitious type,

but even I'm
starting to think that...

think that this case
is cursed. Hey, Penny,

be careful, that dock
looks pretty rough.

Hey, hey, hey... Wow.

Hey, look at this.

The base is rusty,
but not on top.

FOLSOM:
Yeah, you're right,
it's like the top section's

been scraped clean.

Something was
on that post.

Like a... Like a mount
for a boat winch?

A hand crank to pull
a boat out of the water.

Usually, they're mounted
on a trailer,

but if there was...

If there was one here...

Yeah, that's
how he did it solo.

There'd be no
accomplice needed.

He could just
hoist Diane's body

into place from here.

But there's no way

her body was pulled
from this angle.

And the friction from
a rope pulling her weight

over the crossbar would have
stripped off more paint, right?

(sighs) Yeah.

(wind chimes tinkling)

Maybe not, if there was
a different anchor point.

Got something?

FOLSOM:
I think we already
had something.

I think we have
the smoking gun at the lab.

Damn it.

I thought our luck
was changing.

So did I.

We found a fiber at the scene
from this snag in the bungee.

I know he used it.

There's a couple
of rope fibers

trapped in this coil here.

He didn't have enough rope

to haul her up.
Uh-huh.

So he used that

to make up
the difference.

Pretty sure,
but there's no DNA here.

So, what happens
when you attach...

weight to the end of a bungee?

It stretches. Exactly.

And when you
stretch a bungee cord,

it expose more surface area

that could catch DNA.

It would be hard work

stretching
the bungee that far.

I broke a sweat just doing
a spiral search with Penny.

Maybe our killer sweated, too.

Come on.

♪ ♪

FOLSOM:
(sighs) Damn.

No match in CODIS.

We're not done yet, Joshua.

Met this fella,

this brilliant scientist
at a genetics conference.

He's from the Netherlands.

And he has new research

that expands what
you can predict

from a DNA assay.

FOLSOM:
How detailed
can you get?

Give me 20 minutes
with your genome

and I could tell you
whether your hairline

will survive the next decade.

As for our
sweaty suspect,

a male of average height...

Probably not Diane's ex.
I heard he was

a tall drink
of protein shake.

And he very likely
has heterochromia.

Different colored eyes?

That mean something to you?

(distorted): Blow it up.
Get some picks. Right?

Yeah, it means our guy also has

a bum shoulder
and a shaky alibi.

So, when we
bring him in,

all I need you
to tell me

is whether it's the man
you saw in the elevator.

Yes, ma'am.
(phone buzzing)

You're mighty popular.

Oh, it's just Dad.

He's texting me
his flight details.

Where's he going now?

I may have mentioned
that we're hiding out

from a crazy axe murderer
or whatever.

Hmm?
I was really
worried about you,

and it just
kind of slipped out.

And you know Dad.

He booked a flight
to Vegas before we

even got off the phone.

That's okay.
I mean, yeah, it's okay.

It's... No...

It's okay, it's okay.

CHAVEZ:
You lied to us, Ted.

You told us you
were a contractor,

hired to build a boat ramp.

You don't have
a contractor's license.

According to the State
of Nevada, you never did.

I guess I'm more
of a casual handyman.

That doesn't explain why
the two day laborers

who worked at the property
don't recognize you.

How about you?

You recognize him?

CHAVEZ:
You never worked at that cabin.

No.
You just played along
to make us think

you were supposed to be there.
Are you sure?

That's not the guy I saw.

WILLOWS:
This is what you designed.

A real-life game of Assassin.
You took advantage

of troubled, potentially
violent individuals

and blackmailed them

into taking
each other out.

Sounds like a good plan.

I'm sorry,
but it does.

I mean, takes out the trash,
does humanity a favor,

keeps everyone's hands clean.

You think
your hands are clean?

Whoever did this,

I don't know, should
get a medal or something,

but it wasn't me.

Uh, Ted...

You don't have any proof.

Oh, no, that's
where you're wrong.

We pulled DNA from
this bungee cord.

A man with heterochromia
sweat on it

while he was
stringing up Diane Auerbach.

Bet it matches you.

Okay, so, I touched

a bungee cord on a jobsite.

I'm not
denying that.

Cut the crap, Ted.

You blackmailed
these people

to get them
to kill each other,

and when we started

to get too close,
you decided to go after

the director of the crime lab

Max Roby.

Is Maxine watching right now?

Gotcha.

How'd you know "Max"
was short for "Maxine"?

You think you're the smartest
one in the room, don't you?

I wouldn't
bet on that.

Guess we'll find out
which one of us is right.

Belly of the beast.

Yeah, here we are.

(exhales)
In a serial killer's house.

Sure missed this.

Let's just hope Mr. Hester
doesn't keep his house

as clean as his crime scene.

♪ ♪

Hope it's a good omen this time.

(whirring)

Chavez.

CHAVEZ:
What's that?

(exhales)

♪ ♪

FOLSOM:
You saw a flourishing
patch of cucumbers

and thought, "Bet there's
a body under there."

Excuse me, nitrogen
from decaying tissue

can cause increased
chlorophyll production

in plants growing over
a shallow grave.

And, if you'd seen the drawings,

you would've thought the same.

Folsom.

Grandma?

You told
your neighbors

that your grandmother
moved to Sarasota,

but she never
left home, did she?

ROBY:
Did your granny know

about your
twisted little fantasies?

She was the one who sent me

to Dr. Auerbach
in the first place.

She promised I'd get better.

And for years, I thought I did.

Changed my
pattern of thought,

like Auerbach said.

I could control the urges.

Until you couldn't.

She was just skin and bone.

Just one
little knock to the head

and she went down so... easy.

Why?

Why not?

What about
Diane Auerbach, hmm?

Well, she was
supposed to fix me.

RAJAN:
But she failed, clearly.

But why kill her now?

You.

You did that.

You were talking to her,
making her think.

She called me.

She suspected.

It was you we saw

at her house. Yeah.

I had to clean up everything
that she had on me.

It took a little... convincing,

but she told me
where to find it all.

ROBY:
So we were getting close.

And you had to move fast.

(sobbing)

But you still couldn't
resist the urge

to stage your scene

just like those fantasies

that you couldn't shake.

I was born with these fantasies.

They're as much a part of me

as your left hand
is a part of you.

Death lives inside of me.

Why not use that?

What do you mean, use it?

I knew I could make
the world a better place.

I knew I could...

cull the rotten fruit.

You stole files
from Diane Auerbach

and other child psychiatrists.

No, these doctors,
the Auerbachs,

the-the Sarkisians,
the rest,

they think they can help,
but my way is better.

I found people like me,

and I used the death inside
them to solve the problem.

So, you set the wheel rolling.

One kills the next,
kills the next,

and on and on until
there's only one left.

Alan Herskovitz,
Richard Sloan...

It was in them all along.

They all killed
with just a tiny push.

I'd hardly call blackmail
a tiny push.

Also, what about
the other people?

Lynn Zobrist, Lamont Moore.

ROBY:
Molly Tate.

I mean, none of those people

were going to be
pushed to murder. Right?

I'm not batting a thousand,

but none of them were going
to be president of the PTA,

right?

No one is going to miss them.

We're missing something.

He's giving us everything.

Not yet.

ROBY:
I would like to ask you about

these cards.

This writing here.

I can't tell you
anything about that.

I didn't write those.

I have no idea what that means.

You see this guy?

In the white room,

these squiggly...
symbols?

That's not me.

That's my MVP.

(chuckles)

ROBY:
Okay, Ted,

there's no reason
for you to lie.

We're late in the game.

I'm telling you the truth.

And you're right,

I have no reason not to.

I set out to
find people like me.

Potential serial killers.

And I did.

I found a real champ.

And even though
I'm in here,

he's out there,
playing the game.

And he's going to
win by a landslide.

(door closes)
He claims the white room

isn't his.

I don't think
he's lying.

The DNA we found in the white
room doesn't match Ted Hester.

What? Whose is it?

ROBY:
So that was the plan,

to take out the last man

standing yourself, huh?

TED:
Of course.

But you made that
pretty impossible, so...

I gave my best player

a real challenge.

♪ ♪

You're all in the game now.

May the best man win.

(thudding)

(woman screaming)

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