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Hello?

You don't have to do this.

If you let me go,

I won't say anything
to anyone, I promise.

Please...
Why are you doing this to me?

I'm nobody.

Now Beth...

you have no idea

how important you are.

Consider it a peace offering.

Thanks.

Is now a decent time?

I said some things last night.

You did?

Yeah. I'm, uh...

I'm tired.

And I'm angry,

because I've taken on more
than I can handle.

So I'm pissed about the budget.

But I understand where
you're coming from.

You just hate it.

Yeah, but I love you.

Yeah?

I got three feet of paperwork
to go through, so...

Okay. Um, call me when
you have some time.

Go.

Good morning, Chief.

How's morale?

Well, all things considered.

Turcotte and Sweeney
called in sick,

and the Corporal just called,

said she's on her way over.

Yeah, she'll be on desk duty

until the investigation
is complete.

Should I call Sarge?

No. He's been doing
doubles for over a month.

If anybody deserves a morning,
it's him.

Same as you, boss.

Oh! One more thing.

I asked her to wait
in reception, but--

Chief Alberg.

Cute.

Assistant Attorney General
Lanni Soo.

What can I do for you,
Miss Soo?

Tommy Cummins,
the serial killer.

What about him?

Last night, the Attorney General
made a deal.

Cummins agreed
to divulge the locations

of his remaining victims.

Closure. Well, that'll be good
for the families.

What's that got to do with me?

He'll only give the information
to the person who arrested him.

That's you.

Miss Soo,

in the last 72 hours, I've had
two abductions, an armed robbery

an officer-involved
shooting, and uh, well...

I'm critically understaffed.

Attorney General Stone is close
with Beth Falconer's family.

They've waited eight years
to bury her.

The A.G. would consider this
a personal favor.

Why the rush?

Louisiana is looking to
extradite Cummins, and it's a--

A death penalty state.

Who brokered the deal?

Cummins waived legal counsel.

How did he seem?

Like a man trying to avoid
2,000 volts of electricity.

We'll fly to Seattle,

Cummins will give
the locations on the map.

Simple as that.

We'll have you back
this afternoon.

Nothing simple with Cummins.

Brett?

You almost ready?

I don't want that.

Well, I made it
and you're eating it.

So what's it about this time?

A meeting with the principal?

I don't know.
What'd you do?

Would you maybe like to try
military academy?

So that's the solution?

Get my head blown off.

No more Brett.
No more problem.

Well, your father went
to military academy, Brett.

And you know what? He's--

Leave my dad out of this!

Mom?

What? Good morning.

You guaranteed
the budget would pass.

And it will... eventually.
I'll just...

tweak some line items
and trade some horses.

"Eventually" is too late.

What have you done, Natalie?

Robert went and signed
a deal for bridge financing.

If we don't break ground

in 30 days, we forfeit control
of the company.

Of Holman Developments?

God, your husband is
an idiot.

Agreed. But what you need
to do now is--

Would you just stop telling me
what I need to do.

Natalie...

I am in a position of trust.

We did not have
this conversation

and I will fix it.

- You know--
- Mom!

Coming!

You know how much this company
means to me.

I will fix it.

Hey!

Hey. I can run back in
and grab you one if you want.

You know 16-billion
of these cups and--

Sixteen billion what?

Yeah, I don't remember.

So, you're okay then?

I am now.

You guys shot someone?

Courtney Andriola.
She was 32.

No kids.
Her dad lives in Iowa.

She was a blackjack dealer
out in Vegas

before she crossed paths
with some guy who, um...

I guess we all make our choices.

You guys
sure made yours.

"Lethal force". That's
the term, right?

When the SWAT team
goes all Hulk Smash.

Vanessa, I didn't have a choice.

Did you pull the trigger?

She had a gun pointed at- at
the back of Sarge's head

in front of a fundraiser
full of civilians.

You know what, I--

I'm sorry,
I just have to get to work.

Has he had many visitors?

A steady stream

of documentary filmmakers
until the warden cut him off.

Documentary filmmakers?

They're calling him
the Canvas Killer.

How about we get the show on
the road and get you home.

Tommy.

Karl.

I'd shake your hand,
but, uh...

Ah.

Where's the first victim?

"Hi, Tommy."

"It's good to see you."

"You look good,
all things considered."

"How's prison?"

You're not my friend.

To be frank, you look better
than I'd hoped.

Where's the first victim?

How's Holly doing?

She's still pursuing
photography, I hope.

You know, I meant when I said

that kid could be very special.

Don't test me, Tommy.

I-90 to Snoqualmie Parkway.

Head north
to Southeast 96th Street.

Drive for about a mile.

Grave should be on
the south side.

Top of the hill.

Is there a marker?

Unmarked grave.

You'll want a good cadaver dog.

Where's the second victim?

Second victim, Tommy.

Tommy!

Vissi D'Arte.

Hey, that's very good, Karl.

Puccini's Tosca.

Very good.

Corrupt police chief

plots to kill the lover
of an opera singer

so he can have her all
to himself.

Vissi D'Arte.

Vissi D'Amore.
"I lived for art."

"I lived for love."

How is Cassandra doing?

Councilwoman Lee now, right?

Bravo.

You got to give her my best.

Now, are you two still together?

Because I know there
was a little

bit of trouble there, but--

I'm not doing this, Tommy.

Doing what? Having a civil
conversation?

Trading personal information for
the location of your victims.

Oh, okay.

Uh, somewhere near Ellisville.

I'm going to need more
than that.

Well, see, that's the thing.

I can't give you
much more than that.

Yeah, not with this map.

Hey, you know,
what would be so much easier?

If I could just show you
where they are.

Well, that's
not going to happen.

Oh, but...

that's not really your call,
though, is it?

Burns.

You see, Karl,
this is just...

this is really important
to me.

This is kind of my life's work.

So I want this thing
done right or not at all.

Absolutely.
I'll keep you apprised.

Stone says we go.

This is a mistake.

We've got armed guards,
an armored vehicle.

If we leave now, there's no time
for word to leak to the press.

You do realize that
he's planning something.

Well, he's a serial killer.

I'd be more surprised
if he wasn't.

But realistically,
what can he do?

This is our chance to give
closure to these families.

Your chance.

Willing to give that up?

I'm going to need to
take another look at his cell.

The more I know about
his state of mind,

the better prepared I'll be.

I'll make sure that
someone moves him out.

May I?

Thank you.

Corporal.

How are--?

Oh, you know,
I've had better days.

They want you to fill this out

by end of day.

It's protocol.

Uh, is the Sergeant...

Uh, no.

The Chief gave him
the morning off,

and he's in Seattle,
the Chief,

talking to a serial killer.

Well...

let's hold down the fort.

Where'd he get his art supplies?

One of his many admirers.

I know this.

" Last Judgment".

Souls of the damned
being condemned to hell.

It's not finished.

We confiscated his
art supplies two weeks ago.

There was an incident.

What kind of incident?

He stashed a phone in his cell.

Wouldn't tell us
where he got it.

So the warden revoked
his privileges.

Why didn't you tell me
about the phone?

We're telling you now.

Do we know who he was
talking to?

The best digital forensics
figured it was another burner.

Look, we really need
to get moving.

Perfect.

Stewart, the Warden approved you
and Burns for escort.

Okay, I'll prep
Cummins for transport.

We'll need tools,

shovels, pry bar.

Yes, sir.

I need access to the tool shed.

You look like Saint Michael
awaiting the dragon.

Shielding humanity
from darkness.

Phone records have been sent.

Do you think, if
circumstances were different,

that we could have been friends?

You only called one
number with that burner.

Mm. My mother.

Your mother's dead.

That's right.
I keep forgetting that.

Yeah. So it must have been
someone else.

Don't worry, mom died of
natural causes.

The calls followed a schedule.

Same time, same duration.

I'll have my team establish

point of purchase
for the burners.

Have the warden send me
the visitor log.

I'll try and cross-reference.

Candace Vaughn is her name.

I offer you that in
the spirit of our agreement.

Because I can't stand
to see you suffer like that.

She's an innocent.

It's actually kind of
the reason why I'm doing this.

Who is she?

She wrote me
these beautiful letters.

Thoughtful. Intelligent.

Now, I really think that
you- you would like her.

A prison groupie.
I didn't peg you as the type.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not a groupie.

It's more like a guide.

I really missed
our conversations.

What, you don't believe me?

I don't trust much of
anything you say, Tommy.

You have trouble with trust,
don't you?

It's gonna cost you in the long
run, though, with Cassandra.

You probably already feel
that coming, don't you?

Are you nervous, Tommy?

I just have to go
to the bathroom, Karl.

Candace Vaughn.

I'm already on it.

We need to find out
everything we can about her.

As soon as I have something,
you'll have something.

Hey, you got the name?

Chief?

Isabella, I need you
to look into a name for me.

Candace Vaughn.

You got it, Chief.
Uh, looking now.

Hold on.

Yup.

The van that just drove by.

What? Was it a press van?

I swear, I saw one
just like it

outside the detention center
when I arrived.

Well, no one knows
about this trip.

We only knew ourselves
two hours ago.

No one but Cummins.

Who's to say how long
he's been working

with this Candace person?

One, we confiscated his phone
two weeks ago.

Two, he hasn't had
visitors since.

Three, he hasn't made
calls on the prison phone.

And four, AG Stone only
made the deal last night.

What if he's working with
somebody on the inside?

Maybe Tommy predicted

everything you and your boss
were going to do

and set this date months ago.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Hey, Corporal.

Corporal?

S- sorry.

Uh, sorry. What?

Uh, Elsie Sokolowski--

Sure, Sarge's wife.

She just called.

She wanted to know if Sarge
made it in this morning.

She didn't see him last night,

assumed that he'd come home
late and left early.

But now he's not
answering his phone.

Okay. Car trouble?

Yeah, but wouldn't
he just call for a ride?

Well, let's just check the GPS
on his car, just to be safe.

No, you can't.
It's a loaner.

His car's in the shop.

It's the Chief.

Okay, well, don't
mention anything

until we know
what's going on.

Yeah. Okay.

Chief?

You get that photo I texted you?

Uh. Bravo, Romeo, Quebec,

three, four, six, five.

Cascadia Car Rentals
out of Everett.

Um, I'll reach out
to the company

and see what they'll tell me
without a warrant.

Tell them it was rented
to a Candace Vaughn.

V-A-U-G-H-N.

See if maybe
they confirm it.

Uh. Will do.
Do you have an address?

No. Just, uh, just a name
and a number for a burner.

Karl. You ready?

I gotta go.

We gotta find the Sarge.

Yeah.

"Pave Paradise."

Well, you should have
seen it when I buried her.

It was so beautiful.

Landscape with
the Good Samaritan

Rembrandt. It's a painting.

See? A man who understands,

and appreciates.

This Good Samaritan have a name?

Well, I'm sure she did.

What's in a name, though,
right Karl?

She had $30 in her wallet,
I remember that.

Here we are.

Let's start digging.

You've lost weight.

What are you doing here?

"Hi, mom. It's so good
to see you."

"I haven't seen you in ages."

You're supposed to be in Spain.

Yes, well, I cut
the cruise short.

Mrs. Lee?

Welcome home.

Thank you, Bree.
It's good to be home.

I got tired of
the high seas, that's all.

Mmhmm.

Now I am starving.

Have you had lunch?

I'm working, Mom.

No, you should go.

I can cover you
till you're back.

Great.

We've got a body.

What made her
the Good Samaritan?

It was dark and raining.

My car had broken down.

She offered me a ride.

Claire Mahoney.

That's a nice name.

Thirty dollars.

Well, I'm not a thief, Karl.

I'm calling forensics.

Oh, you never forget
your first.

According to
the rental company,

that van was supposed to be
on the lot this morning.

Uh, they're trying to get
a hold of the employee

who closed up shop last night.

They give a name
for that employee?

No. They want to talk
to her first.

Make sure this isn't
some kind of misunderstanding.

What about Candace Vaughn?

Uh, I found six people

with that name in the state
and 72 in the country.

Let's get moving,
Karl.

We got quite a drive
in front of us.

Stay on the rental company.

Will, do.

Tell me about the next victim.

Victims, Karl.

Plural.

This isn't about atonement.
This is an exhibition.

Corporal?

You're going to want
to hear this.

Ms. Sokolowski?

Liza called her dad last night.

She needed
a ride home from a party.

Out in the bush.

Sooto Lake.

What time?

I don't know, midnight.

He'd have to take
Cypress Valley Road.

Yeah, except he never showed up.

And she got home at, what?

4:00 a.m.

And went to sleep.

I never heard about it
till ten minutes ago.

You know what?
It is probably just car trouble.

Mmhmm. Cell reception is
terrible out there.

If his car broke down--

I'm gonna go take
a look right now.

Uh, who else was
at this party, Liza?

I don't know.
Just a bunch of kids.

Go inside, write down names.

I don't even know
half of them.

Your father's missing.

Your mom's right.

We need to talk to anyone
who might know anything.

Danica must have
been there. Right?

The two of you,
thick as thieves.

No, Mom.

I'm calling her mother.

...thirty-six, thirty-seven...

It's right about there.

You remember
the name of this victim?

She's my last before I moved
to Gibsons, I remember that.

I'll call it in.

Sounds good.

Well, I can hear your gears
grinding, Karl.

Why don't you just
ask me your question?

All the victims
of yours that I know of

you staged to
resemble paintings.

Why bury these ones?

Well, that's
disappointing, Karl.

Are you looking for
some little pattern,

like a modus operandi?

That's how you live your life.

Boring.

See, to me, this is
a creative process.

It's a collaboration.

I follow them, and they belong
to me forever.

Mary Ann Nichols.

Is that her name?

Mm. Not one of mine.

Who is she?

See, that's my point.

The name itself doesn't
mean that much

until I say "Jack the Ripper".

You can call them victims
all you want.

These are my muses.

We've got something.

You know what,

I heard what you said
about this being an exhibition.

You're right.

What kind of artist would hide
his work from the world?

I'm at Sooto Lake.

There's no sign of him,

but I'll keep looking
on my way back.

Hang on. I've got
another call.

Laila, I'm gonna have
to call you back.

Don't worry. Um...
I'll keep you updated.

Thank you.

Compliments to the chef.

You were looking forward
to this trip for ages.

You just decide to hop off
in Spain?

Oof, too much of a good thing.

So tell me, how is
your police chief?

He's fine.

Maybe you'll let me meet him
one of these days?

Well, you're never here.

Yes, well, at least
I get to see him on TV.

Looking very grave
and masterful.

But what about the two of you?
How are you two doing?

Mom, what is wrong?

Well, why don't you tell me?

Nothing.

Hmm.

But there's just a bit
of work friction.

Between a cop and a librarian.

It's my other job,
town council.

Gibsons P.D. took on
investigations

for smaller towns
up and down the coast,

which means that they
need more police officers,

which means that Karl needs
more money.

And you voted down the budget.

Christie told me.

How long have you been back?

Yesterday.

And you've spoken to
Christie Holman already?

She called me.

Because we're friends.

She's also my doctor.

She asked you to talk to me
about the budget.

She told me what you had done
and I am not judging.

But we both know
how stubborn you can be.

Wait. Your doctor?

Yeah.

Routine checkup.

Not to worry.

Sarge?

Sarge!

Sarge.

Sarge! Sarge! Hold on.

Hold on!

I got you, buddy.

Sarge!

So what does it mean?

The coffin?

If this is another
one of your... pieces.

Well, significance arises
from interpretation.

So what does it represent
to you?

Come here.

I gotta tell you, Karl.

I will forever be grateful
to you.

You set me free.

I'm afraid there's
a misunderstanding, Cummins.

Oh, no...

no misunderstanding.

You freed me
from my double life.

All this lying.

Come on, get in there.

When I talk to Candace now,
I can be...

fully, completely myself.

I bet you have no idea what
that feels like, do you, Karl?

There we go.

Oh, I may look like
a prisoner, but...

I wouldn't trade
my chains for yours.

Yeah.

Meredith Faulkner,

she closed the van
rental company last night

and didn't show up for work
this morning.

They can't get a hold of her.

W- wait, that's--

Yeah. Beth Falconer was one
of Cummins' suspected victims.

She disappeared eight years ago.

Meredith is Beth's sister.
They're practically twins.

I'm sending you her DL now.

Victims, Karl.

Plural.

Ten, nine, eight...

It's a trap!

You never fail to make
it interesting, Karl,

but this is my show,

not yours.

Hey, I hope you can make it
for the next act.

If I see one cop,
one helicopter,

there'll be hell to pay.

Come on, on your feet.
Come on!

Got it. Okay. Start the IVs.
I'm on my way now.

Christie.

Uh, baby on the way.
Got to get to the hospital.

You have a problem you talk
to me, not to my mother.

Helen asked how you were doing
on town council,

and I gave her
my honest assessment.

If you'd been willing
to compromise...

I tried again and again
and again.

We could have worked together.

We could have teamed up
to resolve this budget.

I could have even helped you

get some funding
for the library.

Quid pro quo.

It's called cooperation.

You know...

I don't know why you don't
change your vote anyway

given the news.

What news?

You haven't heard.

Sergeant Sokolowski.
Overworked, exhausted.

His car went off the road.

When?

Last night.
They just found him an hour ago.

Is he okay?

We hope and we pray.

I'll check in on him
when I get there.

My leg! My leg!

Stewart, I'm gonna put
pressure. Come on

You're okay, you're okay.

Stewart, you're okay.

I'm okay.

You okay? You okay?

I've got this.
Go, go!

He escaped on foot.

Send an ambulance.

Hurry!

Police!

Drop the weapon, Meredith.

How do you know my name?

I'm not asking you again.
Drop the weapon.

Hands over your head.

You're the cop
who caught Tommy Cummins.

And you're
Beth Falconer's sister.

You've been tracking us all day.

You're Candace Vaughn.

Follow the directions.
One every four hours as needed.

And try to avoid alcohol
if you can.

Aren't you a hoot.

It should help with the pain,

but we- we need
to run more tests.

So you don't even
know what this is.

We will know more
after the CT scan.

For now, we don't want
to panic.

Have you told Cassandra?

I don't want her worrying
about me.

You should tell her.

My sister was never found, okay?

I wanted information

but he'd never tell me,
no matter how hard I tried.

The grenade in that coffin,
did he tell you to put it there?

What? No.

He wanted me
to secure a vehicle,

then drive him to Canada.

I was going
to take him prisoner.

Make him tell me where Beth is.

Did he ever explain
why he picked this location?

He just said the mind
is its own place,

and in itself can
make a heaven of hell--

Paradise Lost.

My god.

He's recreating
Dante's Inferno.

This is Tommy's journey
into the underworld.

Did he tell you where he wanted
to meet you?

There's an access road
a few miles north

of the I-2 interchange.

I'm parked at a junction.
He said to be there by 9:00.

What are you doing?

I pinned this location.

Officers will be here
in 15 minutes.

You tell them
what you told me.

Wait. You can't
just leave me here.

Please!

Please!

I need to get back.

You need a break, Corporal.

There's too much to do,
you know that.

Uh, [clears throat] can you
just sit down for a sec.

I don't know if anyone else is
saying this to you

but you need to see someone.

Look, I get it.

Cops, you got to be tough
as old boots.

Except you bleed
the same as anyone.

And the stuff that
you go through.

Go ahead.

Tell me to mind my own business.

I was out for six months,
a couple years back

when my partner was killed.

Stress leave.

I- I didn't realize.

You know what, I don't
think it helped.

I might as well
have just powered through.

I just heard.
Is he uh--

Indestructible.

Doctor says he's going
to be okay.

Oh, thank God.

We made it in time.
He's in there resting.

"We" meaning Laila.

I had some help from
my friends.

Except none at all
from town council.

I heard part of
your speech online.

You know, I admire
a woman who kicks butt

even when it's my own butt.

Look, I get it.

You took a stand,
made your case.

Power to you.

Um, is Karl...

He's in Seattle sorting
out Tommy Cummins.

Tommy Cummins?

He doesn't know about
the Sarge

and we thought
he's got enough to deal with.

Yeah, of course.

Liza, take your sister
to the cafeteria.

I'll join you in a few.

Elsie, I am so sorry.

Those for my husband?

Uh, yeah.

Bouquet of frosties
would be better,

but all things considered...

Big brass ones.

Sid?

You.

The town council.

Impressive.

Did I miss tea with you
and my mother?

It was a house call.

I was just dropping off
a prescription.

Pain relievers.

It might make her a little bit
drowsy, so don't let her drive.

Yeah, sure. Because she
always listens to me.

Christie, what's going on?

Oh.

I'm calling an emergency
meeting tomorrow, town council,

to ratify the budget.

I need to fix it.

Allocate the monies correctly, okay?

So I'll see you there.

Hey! Open this!
You are so screwed!

Normally, my muses plead
for their lives.

The police know
where I am.

You need to let me out
right now.

Let me out!

You still have hope that
they're gonna save you, huh?

Hm.

You know what?

I had great hopes
for this piece.

And I thought I was going
to have to abandon it.

But that's- that's the funny
thing about hope, isn't it?

Even when you know
it's all over,

your hope...

stays alive.

- 'Til the very...
- No!

...last breath.

No! Help me, please!
Help!

Hi. I was starting to think
I wouldn't hear from you.

I got pulled into something.

So you heard?

Yeah. Laila told me.
Where are you?

I uh...

I just- just wanted
to apologize for, um,

a lot of things.

I gotta go.

Karl, what's going on?

You're the love of my life.

You've made me feel more alive
than I ever thought possible.

And I need you to know that...
whatever happens.

You're freaking me out
right now.

What the hell is going on, Karl?

Karl?

Well, well, well...

Look who's here.

You are right on time, Karl.

You know this used to be
a storage facility

owned by my family.

You can see I've made
some changes.

No, no, please.
Stop. Help! Help!

Put it down!

Welcome to hell, Karl!

Let her go!

Oh, it's him all right.

Yeah, your savior
has arrived

just as we'd hoped.

What are we doing here, Tommy?

Don't insult me, Karl.
You know what this is.

I needed you to see it.

Dante's Inferno!

Bingo!

Let me be your Virgil, Karl.

Let me teach you something.

She is right on the edge.

Oh my god, don't you
feel alive?

You can only truly feel alive,
Karl, in the face of death.

Back up is on the way, Cummins.

Uh-oh. Barrel's full.

We're defined by
our choices, Karl.

So the choice is yours.

Me or her?

Hang on!

You okay?

You're okay.

Oh, Candace, I knew I could
count on you.

Get down!
Get down!

His family owns
the warehouse.

He's been stashing
these bodies for...

God knows how long.

They found 16 so far.

Once the bodies have
been identified...

I'll notify the families.

You can start with
Meredith Falconer.

We found Beth's ID.

I'm gonna go see Cummins.

What are you gonna say to him?

Louisiana was his choice.

Hey. Is he still...

Sleeping.

Doctor said he needs it
more than anything, so...

don't bug him.

Sounds like good advice.

I really thought
he wasn't coming.

I just- I thought he would
just leave me out there.

Talk about stupid, right?

No, no, no.

We all have stupid thoughts, okay?

It's just part of being human.

I'm awake.

I wanted to see you.

God, am I ever glad
you're here.

You look awful.

I'll go- I'll go take
a shower.

No, Karl, please don't go.

Sit.

Are you okay?

Tommy Cummins?

Mmhmm. Yeah.

I was asked
to do a job and uh...

my gut told me to say no,
but I just couldn't resist.

I almost got people killed.

You thought you were
gonna get yourself killed

when you phoned.

We never walk away angry, okay?

Agreed.

And you never get
yourself killed, okay?

Yeah. I'll do-
I'll do my best.

- Good morning.
- Sorry I'm late.

Oh, you're allowed.

Oh, hey, hey.

Someone left this for you.

It was sitting on the desk
when I arrived.

I don't know who left it.

Oh my god.

What?

It looks like someone hacked
the mayor.