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Freeze!

No!

I am standing here in front of the old Louisville courthouse

which is scheduled to be demolished later on this week.

As a part of the festivities, the city will be holding

a ceremony later on today

to honor the retired Judge Miles Jones,

who had served on the bench for 30 years.

Judge Jones...

Tell me about the nightmares.

I've told you everything already.

I don't see how rehashing things is gonna help.

- And if it happens again? - It won't.

How can you be so sure?

Look, if you wanna return to active duty,

you're going to have to open up,

talk about those things you find uncomfortable.

They're all the same.

I'm running down a dark alley,

chasing a suspect.

Next thing I know, she's lying in my arms.

Blood is everywhere.

How does that make you feel?

How do you think it makes me feel?

Are you still taking the medication?

Makes me a little funny, dizzy. I don't...

I don't like taking them.

Those side effects will wear off.

You need to let them get into your system.

They'll help.

Now, let's talk about your father.

What does he have to do with this?

Look, I'm not here to talk about family issues.

I'm here because I discharged my weapon.

To be precise, you shot a hostage,

and the department wants to make sure

you're fit to return to duty.

And I was cleared of any wrongdoing.

Yet you've been having nightmares.

You're complaining about a lack of focus.

And you've begun to alienate yourself more and more.

Don't you see how this impacts your ability

to do your job effectively?

I'm better.

I'm also late, and I need to get back to work.

Brittany, avoiding difficult topics is not going to help.

You still have 15 minutes left.

I got to take this.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, you. This is your friendly reminder

that I am picking you up at 7 p.m. tonight.

Ugh. I don't think I can make it.

I got a lot of paperwork to finish up,

logs to close out, all that sort of thing.

Can I get a rain check?

You said the exact same thing last time.

I know. It's just... I just...

You just what? Come on, baby. I was really looking forward

to spending some quality time together away from work.

Thank you.

Just reconnect.

Let me see how my day goes, and I'll get back to you. I promise.

Okay. Tell you what.

How about I just bring over some takeout, some Thai?

Okay. 7:00. And then an early night.

Okay. Look forward to it.

All right.

Hey, how's it going with the psychologist?

Just peachy.

It won't be forever.

Just keep your head down, your nose clean,

and let her make her assessment.

Captain, I need to know I have a place here,

that I'm not gonna get transferred out the division.

It took me too long to get where I am.

I just wanna get back out there.

Look, you're one of the best detectives I have, okay?

I'm not gonna cut you loose that easy.

Can I take that as a promise?

I'll do what I can.

That's what I'm good at. If I can't do that, be a cop...

I don't know.

Hey, it's just policy.

You're not the first officer to go through something like this,

and you're not gonna be the last.

Just do the sessions, okay?

That's the only way this is gonna work.

And I need your head straight.

Can you do that for me?

- Yeah. I got you, Cap. - Okay.

This case is a real bear.

The guy wants to take a plea deal,

but it's no way they'll accept it

if he doesn't take the possession charge.

That's nice.

That's nice?

Are you serious?

You didn't hear a word I said, did you?

I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.

I told you I wouldn't be good company.

Oh.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're the best company I've had all day.

Whatever.

You still playing?

It helps me think.

The games are all online, anonymous.

Look, everyone has their thing that helps them relax.

You run. This is my thing.

Yeah, but when I run, at least I know who I'm interacting with.

You gotta be careful these days.

You never know who you'll run into online.

Okay, well, I'm a big girl.

I think I can take care of myself.

Okay, big girl.

So, have you given any more thought to our conversation?

We've been through this, Brad.

I think taking a break is good for both of us right now.

You've got this case you're working on, and...

I just need to focus on getting my life back together.

That's all I can think about right now.

Duly noted.

I can stay if you want.

Not tonight. I'm tired.

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Just need some time.

All right.

Good morning. All right, everybody, listen up.

This is our victim, Mary Joe Alice,

34, two kids.

This is her now.

Not only was she stabbed multiple times in the chest,

but as you can see here...

this was carved in her forehead.

And we don't know what it means.

Um, maybe the perps didn't get a chance to finish.

Maybe they heard something, got spooked and took off.

Maybe.

Any sign of rape?

Detective.

Initially, no.

But we're still waiting on the full report from the M.E.

I thought you weren't supposed to get involved with any cases.

It's the public I'm supposed to stay away from

and little shits like yourself.

Hey, okay. That's enough.

Any thoughts on this, Detective?

Was there anything else found on the victim?

As a matter of fact, there was.

This was found lodged in the victim's throat.

Is that a chess piece?

Oh, shit. That's some sadistic shit.

Prints?

I think the killer did finish his message.

And what message would that be?

They go together.

Pawn to C4.

It's a chess move.

A chess move. What are they trying to tell us?

It's hard to say. It could be a number of things.

But one thing's for sure.

He's telling us the game's begun and he wants us to play.

Okay. This stays right here in this room with us.

Not a word to anybody. Not your spouse,

not your friends, not your family dog.

This prick wants to play a game, it's got to stay in this room.

- Is that understood? - Understood.

Sergeant, would you look into any unsolved cases,

see if you can match the M.O.

- Yes, sir. Will do. - All right, people,

let's get out there and find this prick

before he kills somebody else.

Yeah. Let's catch this guy.

- All right. - Let's set out.

I don't remember inviting you to the briefing,

but that being said,

it was good detective work out there.

The press is going to be all over this.

I can help. I'm ready.

Not until you finish your sessions.

Those are the rules.

That's not what happened with the Velasquez case.

All sorts of rules were broken there.

You trying to strong-arm me?

That's not gonna look pretty in your file.

I can finish the sessions while I work the case.

You know you need the help.

It's clear. The killer is playing a game of chess.

I know chess. No one knows chess the way I do.

I can solve this.

Give me a chance.

You answer only to me. And you're on a short leash.

All right. Thanks, Cap.

You won't regret this.

Oh. And, uh, take Rodriguez.

He needs the field work.

And you and I could use the cover

in case that psychologist starts some shit.

But Rodriguez?

Come on, Cap. The guy is green. He's only gonna be in my way.

Not to mention he acts like a chauvinistic prick.

He's just waiting for me to make a mistake.

You haven't said anything that I don't think you can handle.

You want the case or not?

Captain Sommers.

I wasn't expecting you.

Did we have an appointment today?

No. I'd just like you to level with me.

Do you think Detective Jones is ready

to get back out there in the field or...

You know I can't discuss that with you.

I'm not asking for specifics.

Detective Jones has suffered a traumatic event,

and trauma can manifest itself all sorts of ways.

Like what?

Hard to say. Each person's different.

So you're saying she's not ready?

I'm saying these things take time.

I just need you to keep me informed,

let me know if there's any change in her behavior.

That's all.

You could be putting everyone at risk, especially her.

Let me worry about that, okay?

What time was our body found? - Around 6:30 this morning.

Does the report mention any witnesses?

Just one. A jogger.

Says he was out for his normal run when he spotted the victim.

Looks like she was killed over there

and her body was dragged to this area.

See if you can find something...

fiber, anything that might have gotten snared up.

- Hey. - Hi, Judge.

- What's going on? - A woman was murdered.

I missed you at my ceremony.

I'm on a new case.

I needed to double-check the crime scene,

make sure nothing was missing.

You know, it looks bad

when the honoree's own daughter doesn't show up.

I told you I didn't know if I could make it.

Look around. There's been a murder,

and it's my job to investigate it.

You look like you haven't slept in days.

Look, I'm fine.

Can we not do this right now?

What are you doing here?

I play chess in the park on Tuesdays. Remember?

Yeah, well, it's a crime scene now,

so I guess you won't be able to play today.

My daughter, by the book.

My father, parenting from a distance.

That's all for now. Let's head back.

Hey.

No!

Yeah.

There's been another murder.

Did you see anything Or hear anything unusual?

Tell us about what happened as best you can remember,

the details being as specific as possible.

Captain?

Detective.

Who called it in?

That young lady right there. She said she came in early,

cleaned the stables and found him like that.

Okay, let's see what we got.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

It seems the killer snuck up on him,

tased him in the neck from behind,

probably to subdue him.

Well, if this was about money,

the killer definitely would have took this piece of jewelry.

Don't tell me you're squeamish

about a dead body and a little bit of blood.

It's definitely a chess piece in here.

White knight.

From the carving on his head,

it's safe to assume it's another chess move.

Just one for the hounds, man.

Son of a rich businessman.

The press is gonna have a field day with this.

They're gonna say we got another serial killer on our hands here.

I can see it. They're gonna call him the Chess Killer.

I don't want anybody coming in or out of here.

This stays uncontaminated.

Everything gets bagged and recorded.

Yes, Captain.

Captain, the father's here.

I'll speak to him. I want you

to talk to the M.E. after the autopsy,

see if you can find out anything.

You have to catch the son of a bitch, and soon.

I got you, Captain.

Time of death. It's somewhere around midnight?

Yeah. That tracks with the last time he spoke to someone.

Anything else you can give me?

Yeah. The killer is left-handed.

How can you tell?

Well, look at the strokes.

You see here, the way the C is drawn.

Left-handed people have a tendency

to make cross strokes from the right to the left

rather than from the left to the right.

And when they draw circular letters and numbers,

they use clockwise strokes

rather than counterclockwise strokes

like right-handed people do.

And you're sure these markings were made by the same person.

The patterns are the same.

So unless you have two killers out there...

And, yeah, they were made by the same person.

Well, that is something.

I'll be in touch if I have any more questions.

- One more thing. - What's that?

This was one angry person.

- What makes you say that? - The chess pieces.

They weren't just placed in the victim's mouths.

They were shoved in forcefully,

enough to break the two victims' front teeth.

Rigor mortis hadn't set in.

So opening the mouth and placing a piece in,

it would have been easy.

Not so in this case.

In breaking news overnight,

another murder victim has been found.

Vincent Hathaway,

son of real estate developer Derek Hathaway,

was discovered in his horse stable,

his family's estate, in the Glenview section of the city,

leaving this once quiet suburb in a state of shock.

Are these two murders isolated,

or do we have a serial killer on the loose?

And most importantly, what are the police doing about it?

Captain wants to see you. In his office.

Nothing in their files indicate

that the victims knew one another.

He came from a wealthy family, went to Ivy League schools.

She was married with kids.

He was gay. There was no known love affair between them.

Nothing connects them that I can find.

It might be time just to bring in another team,

just to get a fresh pair of eyes on this.

Maybe they'll see something that you don't.

Look, it's still early in the investigation.

I just need a little more time to work the clues.

The chief of police called me.

He got a call from the mayor this morning.

- I understand, sir. - Do you?

Let me show you something.

The first move, the opening move.

Here. It was white pawn to C4.

Now, I'm not sure why they chose the pawn

as the opening move, but that's what they did.

Okay, well, I play a little chess,

but shouldn't there be, like, a counter move?

Shouldn't the piece in the next victim's mouth be black?

Yes, that's correct. But the killer chose to use

one side of the board, the white side.

I don't know what that means yet,

but I'll figure it out.

But I did figure out...

So, the white knight in this move.

It's likely that the previous move was this one.

Because whoever controls the center of the board

wins the game.

So, what do you think the killer is trying to tell us?

Well, the answers are in the movements of the white pieces.

I just need more time to decipher the meaning.

I can solve this, Captain. I know I can.

I'm getting this from all sides, right?

The public, the mayor, they all want answers.

I can give you another... 48 hours.

But if you don't have a lead by then,

I gotta hand this off to someone else.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

I need to talk to you.

If you need to make an appointment,

you can contact my office.

No, I'm not here for me.

I came to talk to you about Detective Brittany Jones.

You're District Attorney Brad Miller, aren't you?

That's right. And Brittany's a very close friend of mine.

But I'm worried about her.

I'm afraid I can't talk to you about her.

It would violate patient-client confidentiality.

As a district attorney, you should know that.

Brittany's in over her head. Allowing her to work on a case

that involves a murder so close to what happened,

it can't be good for her.

You can see that, can't you?

What I see from you is someone who has trust issues.

Oh, this has nothing to do with trust.

Doesn't it?

If I were you, I'd stay out of this.

I'd hate to have to call up the D.A.'s office

and tell them that one of their own

is trying to interfere with one of my patients.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm expecting someone.

What am I not seeing?

Hey, Brit, you in there?

It's me.

Can you open up?

It's late. What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Look, I've got a lot going on and I'm tired.

That's why I came.

What do you mean?

You need to back away from this case.

Why would I do that?

'Cause it's turning into a political nightmare.

Someone's going to take the fall for this,

and I don't want it to be you.

It sounds like you don't think I'm capable of doing my job.

This has nothing to do with what you're capable of.

We all know you can handle this.

But if you don't solve this case, like, really soon,

it could cost you your job.

Can't you see I'm just trying to protect you?

I don't need your protection. Besides, this is not about me.

It's about catching a killer and preventing more deaths.

I can't let what might happen to me stop me from doing my job.

Fair enough.

Well, can you at least promise to be extra careful?

That's all I'm asking.

I appreciate your concern,

and I promise I'll be careful.

Right now I need to get back to work.

Can we talk about this later?

All right. I'll call you tomorrow.

Really?

Look, I said I don't have time for this. What...

There's been another murder.

- Something wrong? - I'm fine.

Looks like he's homeless.

Yeah. Taser in the back of the neck.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

Like the others.

What's up?

That man over there

looks like the same man from the stables.

Are you sure?

I'm positive. He has on the same baseball cap.

Freeze!

Put your hands behind your head. Back up.

Back it up.

I didn't do anything.

You're under arrest.

I've told you everything I know.

I was just curious. That's all.

Is that why you were at the stables also?

I'm a ham operator. That's... That's what I do.

You know, I get the calls through my CB radio

and I just... I just wanted to check things out.

Nothing more. I swear.

- Would you care for some water? - Thank you.

- Oh, thank you. - I just need one more thing.

Do you mind writing your name for me?

No, ma'am.

Well...

Well, that'll be all for now. You're free to go.

If I need anything else, I'll let you know.

- He didn't do it. - Are you sure?

Besides having an alibi for the first murder,

he's right-handed.

I just got off the phone with the mayor

who just got off the phone with the governor.

They want to send in the feds to help us.

The feds? Why?

Officially?

They have resources we don't.

And unofficially?

The Hathaways have political clout.

As you can see, things are heating up around here

for both of us.

You got to find something and you got to find it quick.

Checkmate.

Ah, this lesson's free.

Next time, it's gonna cost you.

Right on.

You look like you haven't slept in days.

I didn't come here to talk about my sleep habits.

Yeah? Then why did you come?

Oh, wait. Maybe you wanted to apologize

for not showing up at my ceremony yesterday.

Or maybe you wanted to tell me

that you're gonna stop avoiding me

and pretending like I don't exist.

You're the one for years

that acted like I didn't exist, so don't you dare.

You know what? I don't need this shit.

I don't know why I thought I could talk to you.

Stop. Stop. I'm sorry.

Look, I... I don't know why I said that.

Please. Come back.

Obviously something's wrong unless you wouldn't have came.

It's this case.

Wait. I don't understand the doubt.

I mean, you've never questioned yourself before.

Yet, why the change?

I'm on a short leash.

And if I don't solve it soon, I'm off.

And not just the case.

Well, I'm not as young as I used to be,

but I could still beat up somebody

who threatens my daughter.

Other than that, I don't know how I can help you.

We've been keeping some information from the public.

What kind of information?

All the victims had a chess piece in their mouth

and a corresponding chest move carved into their heads.

And that all means what?

Look, that's just it.

I haven't been able to figure out what it means.

I need your help.

Let's play.

Dad, I don't have time to play a game of chess.

- I'm trying to catch a killer. - Exactly.

Now, if you want to catch a killer,

you gotta think like one.

Now, what was the victim's first move?

White pawn to C4.

What's... What's the significance?

Are you sure that was the first move?

Yeah. Why?

Because the opening move usually is to secure the center.

So that really doesn't make sense.

I thought the same thing.

But, yeah, that was the first move.

And the news said that the victim was a woman.

That's right. A mother of two.

She was short in stature?

Yeah. Why do you... Why do you ask?

Because there's several meanings

throughout the history of the pawn.

One of which is a small woman.

It's your move.

Next victim had a white knight in his mouth

and C3 carved into his head.

The equestrian rider.

Correct.

Now I gotta protect my king.

What's wrong?

Detective Jones.

I'm on my way.

I gotta go. Possible lead. Can we finish this later?

Yeah. We can strategize.

Yeah, listen.

Go easy on Brad.

He really loves you.

I know he does.

So, the entry wounds on all the victims

indicate the stun gun was deployed at close range.

That's correct.

If you're close enough to use a stun gun,

then you're close enough to use a knife.

Why... Why use the gun?

That's a good question.

Maybe they needed to for some reason.

Stun guns don't render you unconscious.

They simply immobilize you.

The victims remain awake.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking the killer wants the victims

to know who's killing them.

So...

what about the third victim, the homeless guy?

What chess piece did they find on him?

A pawn.

And he had D4 carved into his forehead.

But it doesn't fit.

You told me a pawn was a small woman.

Look, maybe they were right.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken on this case.

Maybe who's right?

Brad. The police psychologist. The captain.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. When you were a little girl,

your mom and I wanted to enroll you in gymnastics,

and you fought us tooth and nail.

Do you remember what you said?

You said this wasn't for me

and that your heart wasn't in it

and that you would never succeed.

You were so sure, even back then.

Well, maybe I'm not that person anymore.

You are that person. And don't you forget it.

Now, I told you one of the meanings was a small woman.

But there are other ones.

One of them is a foot soldier.

A foot soldier.

A soldier.

The military.

All right?

Check to see if your victim served in the military.

Well, let's figure out the killer's next move.

Why are you hesitating?

You know where the battle takes place.

Then...

my only next move...

is this one.

And that's your next victim.

I mean, that's great and all,

but that could be anybody.

How do I zero in on finding them before he does?

I just thought it might help.

No. No. It... It does.

I appreciate all of this. I do.

It's after 11:00. I gotta... I gotta get going.

I'll call you tomorrow?

Yeah.

Ooh.

I'll take that.

- Thank you. - Of course.

Ooh.

Man, that was really good.

I didn't realize I was that hungry.

- Yeah, you devoured it. - I did.

What?

Do you remember how we met?

Of course. How can I forget?

You were...

fresh out of the academy,

green as all hell.

And you called me in as a witness

on a case you were prosecuting.

I did. And you had the audacity

to challenge me on the stand.

I did.

Like...

Oddly enough,

it was at that very moment that I knew...

I was gonna fall in love with you.

Listen.

I was an ass the other day,

and all those things that I said, I...

I didn't really mean it.

No, we're both under a lot of pressure.

It's fine.

You know what?

After you solve this case and I'm done with my trial,

we should take a quick little getaway somewhere.

Just you and I.

I would love that.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Babe, it's early. Where you going?

Yeah, I wanted to get to the office early,

follow up on something.

- Call you later? - Yeah.

Is there anything else

you can tell me about your husband, Mrs. Davis?

Okay, thank you.

If you think of anything else, please call me.

Yes, sir. I understand.

The feds are coming day after tomorrow.

Okay, well, look, here's what we've put together so far.

Um, the homeless man was a soldier, aka a pawn.

The jogger, a petite woman, also a pawn.

The equestrian rider...

Wait. Who's we?

Um, my father.

I've been consulting with him on the case.

I see.

Well, he is an expert.

I'm glad you decided to bring him in.

We need a different kind of help now.

Look, the next victim

is gonna have a white bishop in their mouth.

How do you know?

Because I figured it out playing the game with my father.

It's the only move that makes sense.

I can solve this.

You know I can.

I'll place guards at the rectory.

But the second the feds show up, it's out of both of our hands.

Okay.

I would advise your client to take the plea deal

that's on the table, 'cause you and I both know

it's not going to get any better than what's offered.

And he doesn't want this thing to go to trial.

Yeah.

Okay. Well, have it your way.

Every once in a while, this happens.

Right now you got to listen. It was out of nowhere.

Detective.

- No! - No, no. You don't belong here.

- You should not be. - Oh, my God! No!

I'll be able to get an exact time of death

once I get him back to the lab.

But I'd say he's been dead for at least a couple of hours.

Thank you, Carl.

- I got it. I need to do this. - You don't have to do this.

I need you to let me do my job.

Okay.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

F4 carved into the forehead.

Same M.O. as the others.

- What about cameras? - We're on it.

- There's something here. - What is it?

Get this to the lab ASAP.

They should be able to tell us who it belongs to.

- Go ahead. - Okay.

These killings are all over the place.

Got a mother of two. Son of a wealthy businessman.

Attorney. I don't see the connection here.

On the surface, it looks random.

- But you're not convinced. - No.

I think the killer is angry that we haven't figured it out yet.

He's so angry, he's gonna up his game.

He wants the world to know how brilliant he is.

He wants more media attention.

What better way than to kill a prominent attorney.

Well, then that means he's getting desperate.

Desperation leads to mistakes.

- I'm so sorry. - Just give me a sec...

Let's talk about Brad

and how you're coping with his death.

I'd rather talk about the killer.

The killer?

You know psychology.

You can help me get inside his head.

This session is supposed to be about you.

You want to help me?

This is where I need help.

I'm not exactly sure what you want me to tell you.

I'm...

trying to figure out why...

someone would kill in such a vicious manner.

People kill for all reasons. You know that.

Money. Jealousy. Revenge.

No, I think... I think it's personal.

I think the killer knew the victims.

I think he had some type of grudge against them.

I get how important this case is to you, but...

I feel like you're avoiding talking

about something even more important.

What could be more important?

Brad.

And the fact that his death is affecting you

more than you're willing to admit...

to the point of clouding your judgment.

There's nothing wrong with my judgment.

Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?

I had another dream.

This time it was Brad lying in my arms,

and he was covered in blood.

Maybe your dream has more to do with guilt than anything else.

Why would I feel guilty?

Because you couldn't save him.

It's a natural response.

Look,

I intend to find out who did this.

I owe it to Brad.

I owe it to all the victims.

I'm going to change the dosage on your medication.

Look, I'm not taking any more of the medication.

And why is that?

The medication is designed to alleviate stress and anxiety.

The fact that you're continuing to have nightmares

tells me we need to tweak the dosage.

Give it time.

I gotta get back to work.

Listen, Captain. I'm giving you my professional opinion,

and I suggest that you remove her from the case immediately.

Whoa. What proof do you have?

Detective Jones is exhibiting classic signs of PTSD.

I know you're gonna slap a name on this,

but we're trying to catch a serial killer out there.

And from where I sit,

she's doing an excellent job on the case.

And I've assigned someone to work with her.

So if things go south, I'll be the first to know.

Are you aware she's having reoccurring nightmares

and that the last one was about Brad?

She's a powder keg ready to blow, so...

don't say I didn't warn you.

I'll take it into consideration.

Thank you for coming.

Okay. As you can see, he was tasered twice.

Once here in the back of the neck and once in the chest.

Why do you think that was?

I think it's possible that the one on the back of the neck

wasn't strong enough to put him on the ground,

but instead it spun him around.

And then this one to the chest, that was enough to put him down.

Where the killer then stabbed him.

This is where things get interesting.

Now, you see these three stab wounds.

What about them?

This one here, this is the one that killed him.

Straight to the heart. Fatal.

These two were postmortem.

- It was personal. - Very personal.

Now, the lab put a rush on the analysis.

It'll be ready by the morning.

Thanks.

I hope you find whoever did this.

I will.

Are you sure?

Thanks.

I appreciate you rushing the results.

That was the lab.

Based on the hair analysis they were able to complete,

we're looking for either a Caucasian

or Hispanic individual.

Did they get anything else?

No. But at least we can add this

to the profile we've built so far.

Look, I was right about the bishop.

Maybe not about who the victim was,

but the chest piece was spot-on.

You know, I put a security detail on a priest.

But, Brittany, did it ever occur to you

that maybe this was the killer's way to get you to back off,

that it's now too personal and about you?

Maybe too personal for you to stay on the case.

Yes, I have.

I also think we can use this to our advantage.

I hope so.

Brad was a runner.

That was the meaning of a bishop.

You were right.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, oh, oh. Sit down, baby. Whoa.

Are you all right?

I'm just tired.

I haven't slept in a couple days.

When's the last time you ate?

What's going on, baby girl?

I've been having nightmares.

Ever since I shot the hostage, I can't seem to get over it.

I've been seeing the police psychologist because of it.

It was an accident.

It was dark. She... She came out of nowhere.

It happens.

Now, I'm not going to tell you to forget about it

because that's not gonna happen.

But what I'm saying to you is

you have got to find a way to forgive yourself and move on.

I'm trying.

But with this case,

it feels like I'm back there...

in that alley and I'm gonna make a mistake.

Maybe I already have.

And it cost Brad his life.

Brad's death is not your fault.

The blame lies on that psychopath who did it.

Besides, no daughter of mine is gonna give up that easy.

- You hear me? - Yeah.

Let's get back to the game, all right,

and see if we can find this son of a bitch.

Your move.

Okay.

Well, this is Brad.

Well...

these moves seem familiar.

And... And... Never mind.

- It's just a coincidence. - No, tell me.

It's just that these moves, they...

they are similar to the ones my opponent used

in the Chess Masters tournament.

With the exception of the opening one, of course.

Was the opening move the pawn?

No. It was knight to F3.

- Did you win that game? - Yeah, I won.

My opponent was disqualified.

Turns out he was playing someone else's game.

Apparently, he lost track of his objective.

And the objective was?

To protect his king.

Protect.

Wha-Wha-What are you doing? We haven't finished.

Don't you want to see the move?

I gotta look into something.

But I want you to stay at my place

for the next couple of days.

Your place? Why?

I don't know. It's just a feeling.

Maybe it's Brad's death, but... I'm feeling overly protective.

I know it doesn't make sense, but I don't want anything else

to happen to anybody else that I care about.

Well, I can take overly protective any day.

Let's see if we can start

to get this father-daughter thing back on track.

We'll talk about that when I get back.

Right now I gotta go to the office for a couple of hours,

but we'll finish this when I get back.

Detective Jones.

I just sent the Hathaway surveillance footage

over to your computer.

It begins two weeks before he was killed.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

Going over footage from the Hathaway estate.

- What do you hope to find? - A connection.

Have you?

You had to know I'd eventually find this.

It's not what you think.

Then what is it?

Let's have it. And don't lie.

I know my rights.

I don't have to tell you anything.

For all we knew, you could be the killer.

You're facing a list of potential charges.

Impeding an investigation. Withholding evidence.

You're a cop. You know the drill.

So I suggest you start talking

if you want any chance of saving your ass.

Or should I add murder to the list?

We had an affair.

It lasted a year.

He broke it off a month ago.

Why didn't you divulge this information to us before?

Because he didn't want his father to know.

And... I didn't want anyone thinking

I had anything to do with his death.

Why should I believe you?

Maybe you killed him because of a lover's quarrel.

Maybe you wanted to hide it

to make it seem like his death linked to the others

to hide your tracks.

Because it's the truth.

I swear it.

I would never hurt Vincent.

You gotta believe me.

I don't think I need to tell you

that you're in a shitload of trouble.

Jose Rodriguez, you have the right to remain silent.

They're processing Rodriguez now.

Do you believe his story?

He has an alibi the night of the first murder.

He's not our guy. But he should have known better.

Well, it's too late for that now.

Benson case? Why are you looking at that?

Something my father said

about the opening move not making sense.

It made me think.

So I'm taking a second look at these unsolved cases.

You think we missed something?

I don't know, but if what he said is right,

the jogger's murder isn't the first one.

I remember that one, about a month ago.

A high school track coach.

Found him dead on the field at night.

Three witnesses. Teenagers.

Said they came across his body on their way home.

It says here he had some type of cut in his forehead.

Yeah, but I don't remember there being a chess piece.

There was also damage done by an animal to the skull,

so we couldn't make it out.

Going somewhere?

To interview those boys again. I'll be back.

Okay. We... We didn't see anything.

We went to the field, found the body,

and called the cops immediately after.

And I told the police everything when they interviewed me.

Look, why don't you tell me about that night again?

I've already told the cops everything.

I get the sense you're holding something back.

You spent some time in juvie, but now you're 18,

and withholding evidence in an ongoing murder investigation

is the sort of thing that can get you some real time.

Okay, look, look, they... they dared me, okay?

The others I was with.

They called me a bitch and said they were going

to tell everybody at school that I was scared.

So I took it.

But I didn't kill the guy, I swear. I just...

I simply took it as a souvenir. That's it.

You took what?

Here.

Ooh.

Is anybody there?

My father was right.

There was another victim before the jogger.

Yeah, but there was no mention of a chess piece.

The kid admitted he took the chess piece on a dare.

Oh, and get this.

The victim wasn't just the coach of the track team.

He was also a hurdler in high school.

A jumper, a knight.

So he's been trying to communicate with us

from the beginning.

Why wrap up now?

I don't know.

But when I catch them, I'll be sure to ask.

All right, I'm convinced, okay?

How does Miles tie into this?

Who's there?

My father said his opponent used these moves in this exact order

when he won the championship game ages ago.

The answer has to be in one of his cases.

The connection is my father.

How do you know it's not about you?

You're the common denominator.

No, this is about my father.

It's been about him all along.

I gotta go.

Dad?

Dad, are you here?

Dad?

Come on.

Hello. No one is available to take your call.

Oh, my God.

They've been toying with me all along, and I didn't even see it.

Look, the FBI's gonna be here in a couple of hours.

Let them handle it.

I mean, even if your father was taken... let's say it's true...

you are too close to the situation, Brittany.

Either way, you...

you just gotta step back and let them do their job.

Look, my father doesn't have a couple of hours.

And this is my job.

How do you connect? I know you're there.

What is it that you said, Dad?

He was playing someone else's game.

Whose game?

What are you looking for?

The game my father played when he became Grand Master.

Okay.

Okay, it says here...

his opponent patterned

the opening moves of Bobby Fischer.

Okay, look.

Knight to F3.

High school hurdler.

Pawn to C4.

Jogger.

Knight to C3.

The equestrian rider.

Pawn to D4. Military veteran.

Okay, what next?

Now we find out games Fischer played

and see who he played with these moves.

Who are you?

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I? What do you want from me?

What I want is to make you pay.

Who am I?

Well, that's another story entirely,

one I'm going to enjoy telling you.

Look, obviously, there's some kind of mistake.

- My name is... - I know who you are.

Miles Jones, retired judge.

And murderer!

Might as well stop that.

You're not getting out of here.

At least not alive.

Because of you, I decided to take my own life,

and I almost succeeded.

Listen. I... I don't know what you think I've done to you.

Not just me. My entire family.

Didn't anybody ever tell you not to interrupt

the prosecution's opening statement?

Look, just put down the knife.

Let me go and we can talk about it.

Seven minutes.

That's how long they said I was dead.

Do you know that the brain actually starts to lose oxygen

after about three minutes?

And around five they say there's no way you can come back.

Or if you do, you'll be brain dead.

But there's a small percentage of people, only about 5%,

who can return with full brain function.

That makes me special.

I mean, I always knew I was, but...

this just proves it.

Don't you think so?

Okay, let's compare these to cases my father worked on.

There's hundreds of cases. It could take hours.

I mean, there's civil.

There's criminal. There's bankruptcy.

Where do we start?

Let's just start at criminal and work our way down.

Read them off to me.

You don't have to do this.

I'm not finished.

When I took those pills to kill myself,

I never saw a thing.

No red lights,

no singing angels, nothing.

You know what I came to realize?

What?

This...

is all there is.

Do you know how liberating that is?

No consequences.

All those dumb saps

who think God is gonna get them for their actions.

There is no God. There are no consequences.

There's only now.

And now means you can do whatever you want.

And you know what I want to do?

To cut you up into little pieces.

No consequences.

Your trial's about to begin.

This is the last one.

It's a criminal case about 15 years ago.

And who's the defendant?

Um, Barnes. Dennis Barnes.

Wait a minute.

Fischer played Dennis Barnes

in what they called "the game of games."

Look. The first move.

Knight to F3.

You found it.

What else does it say?

Um, it says Barnes was convicted

of killing four women and sentenced to death.

Wait a minute.

What?

This is about revenge.

You think you're so clever, both of you.

Poor Miles and his fucked-up daughter Brittany.

A screwed-up cop and her absentee father.

What's my daughter have to do with this?

You leave her out of it.

Like you left her out for so many years?

What was it she said? Oh, yeah. That's right.

"My father cared about the law, chess, and his family."

In that order.

You're the psychologist she's been seeing.

Once I'm done, she's gonna need more than a psychologist.

Who the hell are you?

I'm the daughter of the man you sentenced to death 15 years ago.

A man who was innocent of his crimes.

A man who hung himself in his jail cell.

I don't know who you're talking about.

- Don't lie to me! - Okay, okay. Calm down.

Calm down, all right? Just give me a second.

It'll come to me. G-Give me a second.

- Too late, asshole. - Oh!

Donald Barnes. Remember?

You were the judge.

Brad. That arrogant prick of a prosecutor.

And that heartless jury

who couldn't see what it would do to my mother.

That she would lose her friends and commit suicide.

I swore I would make every last one of you pay.

And I intend to.

Does it give any information

about family or any relatives?

Mm-mmm.

It says here the wife testified in her husband's defense.

Hmm.

That's about it. Let me see if I can find anything else.

Okay. It says right here there was a wife and a daughter.

That's it? No other relatives?

That's it. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What was the wife's name?

Uh...

Roslyn. Roslyn Barnes.

Okay, this article is dated a year after the trial.

It says the wife committed suicide

and the daughter was sent to live with a distant cousin.

The young girl's name was...

What's her name?

Stephanie.

Her name is Stephanie Barnes.

What's that?

Something Stephanie prescribed.

Something I think is making me dizzy

and making my nightmares worse.

And... she's left-handed.

They could be anywhere. He could...

What are you thinking?

Where else would you take the person

you think unfairly sentenced your father

if you wanted them to suffer for what they did?

Back to the scene of the crime.

The old courthouse.

Brittany. Brittany.

Wait. Wait for backup.

Shut up!

Freeze. Don't move.

Drop the knife.

Now.

Glad you could join us.

Look. Jury's finally here.

Now we can conduct a fair trial.

Something my father never got.

Drop the gun or I'll slit his throat.

Not gonna happen.

Let him go and you might make it out of here alive.

You know, you're not as smart as you think you are.

You were so busy blindly crying

over that little girl you killed,

you missed my first clue.

You mean the high school coach?

Oh, so you found him. Took you long enough.

Feeling dizzy?

You bitch.

I know about the pills.

I said drop the gun.

Okay. Okay.

On the floor.

That's more like it.

Now, let's get on with the trial.

Wait. Why would you kill him now?

You haven't gone through all the jurors yet.

Your boyfriend asking too many questions,

sticking his nose in where it didn't belong.

Not to mention you getting an award.

That was the last straw.

I knew that I needed to accelerate things a little.

As for the others, don't worry about them.

I'll get to them soon enough.

Now, take a seat in the juror's box

and let's begin.

Do it or he's dead!

How does the jury find the defendant?

Innocent.

- Wrong answer! - No!

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill him.

Look, I get it.

My mother died when I was young, too.

I blamed my father for a long time.

But this is not the same.

Your father was guilty. He did kill those women.

You're lying. He told me he didn't do it.

He was framed by Brad, by the jury, by you.

They found his DNA at each of the crime scenes.

I read the file.

No. It was planted. All of it.

They did it to make him look guilty.

It wasn't.

Listen, your father was guilty.

He confessed.

Before he was executed, he admitted it.

He even admitted why he did it.

Why... Why would he?

Because they were all blonde. They were all petite.

They were... the opposite of your mother.

Liar!

- Dad. - You all right?

- Yeah. You okay? - Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Let's get you there.

You okay?

I love you.

So, you really okay?

Yeah.

I am.

Well, I hear you're in line for a promotion.

Congratulations.

Word really does travel fast.

Well, you deserve it. You solved the case.

No.

We solved the case.

You saved my life.

I'm glad you're okay.

It's your move.

Checkmate.