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Simon Hoxley, Europol.

I believe you have
something for me.

That is Nicholas Endicott.

What does it mean?

It means I am heading
to New York City.

I attract caring and
positive people into my life.

I'm telling you,

these infirmary hours have been

like a soothing, tingly
balm on the psyche.

- You've said as much.
- No, I didn't.

But one steps into
a medical setting,

and it all floods back

like a Proustian memory.

The alcohol, the iodine...

Stabbing in the yard.

Patient highly agitated.
We need to stabilize.

- The blood.
- Mr. David, a little help here.

Looks like he may have
nicked his brachial artery.

- I could help.
- Shut up.

You know, if you can't stop
the bleeding, you'll lose the arm.

Don't you think I know that?

Damn it!

Let me help.

Hold him still.

Get Whitly out of here now!

So your sister moves out,

and you want to
celebrate over dinner?

As delightful a house guest

as Birdie was, she will
be even more delightful

in the garden apartment
of our Murray Hill building.

Now we can have a conversation
without speaking in code.

Well, I just got a case, so

your sister has

already RSVP'd, and I know

things have been
tense between you two.

Ainsley and I may
have had it out,

but... it was constructive.

We're Whitlys. No one does
this murder stuff better than us.

I have no idea what that means.

But I will see you at 7:00.

I'll be there at 8:00.

Shooting was the cause of
death. Hanging was accidental.

The vic got caught
up as she fled.

Her name's Holly Corso, age 35.

She was the
boat's chief steward.

Chief stew runs
the interior crew.

The boatswain runs
the exterior crew.

It's supervisory.

Takes a lot of experience
to earn that title.

- And the passengers?
- No, it's too early for charter season.

They just made
the Atlantic crossing,

stopped for repairs, got
caught up with the weather.

The crew was out barhopping,

found Holly when
they rolled back in

about 4:00 this morning.

Holly's face was
made up for a night out,

but she stayed in.

Yeah, the crew said she
changed her mind last minute.

Which means she was
contacted by someone she knows.

This murder was personal.

My stars, that was a tit
bit louder than I expected.

Sorry to interrupt.

No, do go on.

Actually, don't bother.

This murder wasn't personal.

And who the hell are you?

Simon Hoxley.

Europol. Just observing.

With your commissioner's
permission, of course.

Yeah, you're that
guy. The MindSleuth.

Detective Tarmel. I hear
you're quite the workhorse

over at Major Crimes.

And if you've read my book,

quite the brains as well.

Can't argue with you there.

Detective Powell.
Young. Accomplished.

- Enchanté.
- No.

And Lieutenant Gil Arroyo.

The man who took
down The Surgeon.

And then took in his
son, Malcolm Bright,

as a protégé.

Apologies for
stepping on your toes.

Being The Surgeon's
son, you're inclined to see

murder as personal
because for you

it always is.

All right, then.

What do you see?

Our killer met Ms.
Corso on the top deck

and shot her twice.
Simple. Precise.

The victim was left
hanging, which shows

the killer's indifference.

You failed to see what
is staring you in the face.

A targeted assassination.

You don't have nearly
enough information

to call this a professional hit.

Don't I?

The only way you could come

to that conclusion is

is if this murder wasn't
the first of its kind.

Is that why you're really here?

Are you trying to profile me?

Aim a little lower, Whitly.

Do you have anything
concrete to share?

Because observer or
not, this is my crime scene.

Overseas, I was
investigating a courier chain

that moves illicit
goods all over the world.

Drugs, guns, and perhaps

a particularly
gruesome dead body.

As my investigation
gained traction,

someone started killing
the links in the chain

one by one, including Ms. Corso.

You're saying our vic
smuggled a dead body?

Possibly.

Although, as I said

I don't want to step
on anyone's toes.

Why is Europol so
interested in this murder? Sir...

This is under the
NYPD's jurisdiction,

but I will say that this murder
may relate to my investigation,

which could be the
crime of the century.

Come on, you can't
just throw that out there

and not give us a little more.

All right, Ms. Whitly.

I caught this particular
snake by the tail

near Lake Peipus in Estonia.

Lake Peipus? Isn't that where...

And once I find the head
of the snake, I will also find

the person who
killed this woman,

who killed others like her,

and who killed the American
billionaire Nicholas Endicott.

Do you have any suspects?

How much trouble are
we in? I mean, this guy is

supposed to be like a
modern Sherlock Holmes.

That's a little generous.

Then how did he figure out
Endicott wasn't killed overseas?

We said no more secrets.

I knew the body
couldn't be found here,

but I didn't exactly put it in
a suitcase, get on a plane

and dump it in an
Estonian lake all by myself.

So how'd you do it?

With Nicholas Endicott's help.

Sophie Sanders told me
how he covered up his crimes

using a network of couriers.

Most of them had no idea
what they were moving

or who they were working for.

The number was
right there in his phone.

So you used Endicott's
own courier network

to dump his body.

Seemed like the
most elegant solution.

Yeah.

Except everyone who
transported the body is dead.

Not everyone.

These two.

I can help with that.

You don't have to.

Thank you.

You know how it is.

They never tell you
what you're picking up.

You're not supposed
to ask questions, but

how do you know what
to expect if you don't ask?

And I just asked a question.

It's okay.

Hey, dude, don't worry.

We got it from here.

She reminded me of Sophie.

Endicott always seemed to find

vulnerable people
he could manipulate.

She's still out there.

Then... you better find her
before the MindSleuth does.

I don't like being ambushed.

If this case leads
to Endicott's killer,

I deserve to know before
some bozo at New York One.

I withheld information from
you, and for that I apologize.

But Endicott
did try to kill you,

and you were one of the
last people to see him alive.

- Therefore...
- You think I murdered him?

I was busy bleeding out

over at New York Presbyterian
when he went missing.

That's a hell of an alibi.

You've been close to the
Whitlys for decades now.

And it's no secret that Endicott
was cozying up to America's

favorite murderous family.

I didn't have anything to
do with Endicott's death,

and neither did Jessica.

Jessica. Endicott's
final paramour.

I'm sensing you
two have a little

history.

Which gives you both motive.

What we both found out is
what kind of a man he was.

The way I feel is, if
Endicott was killed in my city,

on my watch, I want
to know who did it.

Lieutenant Arroyo

you do not disappoint.

I'd feel the same way.

You know, Europol agents

aren't able to make arrests.

But it would be my honor

to watch you put the cuffs
on Mr. Endicott's killer.

Deal?

Deal.

Our crew's alibi checks out,

but they did say
Holly was living large.

Our vic was a spender.

Makes sense if she was
smuggling on the side.

You know, I've been
thinking, these private yachts,

they have to be ready
for anything, right?

That means food, booze.

They got a lot of cold storage.

Now, normally, that's
the chef's domain,

but on a transatlantic crossing

Holly could have stored
Endicott's body in the walk-in.

How do you know so
much about yachts?

I watch a lot of Below Deck.

Anyway, we find out
what was delivered,

we find the next
link in the chain.

Good thinking.

So I guess that, Hoxley
guy's along for the ride

- on this one?
- At least he's the real deal.

If you look past
the hocus-pocus,

you'll notice he's had a lot
of lucky breaks in his career.

So when you profile
a killer, it's for real,

but when Hoxley does
it, it's a magic trick?

Says the guy who
bought his book.

Maybe what our boy
Bright needs is a moniker.

Like...

BrainHacker.

Professor Profile.

Captain Crime Fighter.

- You got something?
- No.

Nothing yet.

My boy! It's okay. I'm alone.

So.

A globe-trotting killer

is murdering his
own... couriers?

And the agent thinks it's the
same person who killed Endicott.

So I need to out think him
before he gets too close.

But if the murderer
kills this courier

who saw your face, maybe
that works in your favor.

I'm just floating an idea.

No. That woman
does not deserve to die.

Yes, excellent point, of course.

So, who's this...

Euro trash investigator
they've sent?

It's Simon Hoxley.

The MindSleuth?

The one and only.

Ooh, boy.

He's got a perfect track record.

Perfect conviction rate.

Perfect teeth.

For a Brit.

This is not helpful.

You know, for years,
he tried to interview me,

but I wasn't interested.

That's why I barely
earned a passing mention

- in his book.
- Can we focus?

Please?

I am deceiving my
team, and I'm currently

breaking into a seafood
processing plant.

I should not be doing
any of these things.

Yeah, well, your
family is at stake.

If you want to get
ahead of Simon Hoxley,

you're gonna
have to be ruthless.

Yeah, well, I can
think ruthless.

I don't know if I
can be ruthless.

Okay, so let's think ruthless.

Why a seafood fac.

I bet they vacuum-sealed
and flash-froze

Mr. Endicott like
a big-eye tuna.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Yeah, well, your father
has skills, my boy.

I just wish more people
would utilize them.

I tell you what.

Why don't I break out,

take care of Hoxley.

I'm not hearing any of this.

And then we all go
on the run together!

No, no, no, no, no.

So you're saying that's a no?

I'm sorry about this.

Be ruthless.

You're not their main supplier,

but we still have to
cover all our bases.

Well, fine, but our
crew's gone home.

We're gonna need your
records on personnel, too.

We got a body!

God.

That's Brian.

Brian Tamishiro.

I'm calling it in.

You got here fast.

I was in the neighborhood.

Why is your arm wet?

If you really want to
know, there was a, um,

cab and a pothole

and water and...

Hey, this the victim?

The dead man? Yes.

Good catch.

The victim is Brian Tamishiro.

He worked as a delivery driver,

but he also did packing
and shrink-wrapping.

Endicott's body never showed
much evidence of freezer burn,

so the shrink-wrapping
and flash-freezing were

likely done here.

I'm never buying
frozen fish again.

Vic was shot twice,
and as a bonus,

the killer took his thumb.

Initial blood
spatter is contained.

And Brian was here after
the shift finished, which means

he stayed late to meet someone.

I believe the victim
knew his attacker.

Now

the missing thumb.

The killer took the thumb
because he needed it.

I'll wager we haven't
recovered a phone yet.

I was gonna say the same thing.

And you'd both be
right... no phone.

It'll be an older model
with a print scanner

instead of facial recognition.

Otherwise, the killer would
have taken the whole head.

Yes.

Yes, we are lucky
that that's not the case.

The killer will use the
phone to locate the next link

in the chain.

Maybe we can get there first.

Save whoever it is.

I was going to
say the same thing.

Look at that, you guys
agreeing on something.

When a crime
scene is this obvious,

so are the conclusions.

Or perhaps the scene is obvious

because it was designed to be?

Dr. Capshaw, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Nice work with the pans.

Thank you.

What is it?

The, um

the patient from earlier.

He had a bleed
in his subclavian.

He-he died.

Ten minutes after he
got to the trauma center.

Damn.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

The Surgeon?

A surgeon.

I once was a doctor like you.

Yeah, with a complete lack

of regard for human life.

Not complete.

I've gotten that call.

It hurts.

You don't believe me?

You killed 23 people.

Never on my operating table.

Church and state, Dr. Capshaw.

I never mix business
and pleasure.

How can you separate the two?

Perhaps that was my

particular brand of madness.

I'm here, after all.

As are you.

It's a job.

You're better than this place.

Well, tell me, h-h-how
did you end up here?

They told me you'd do this.

Do what?

Lure me in.

Manipulate me.

It's not happening, Whitly.

I'm in charge.

Do we understand each other?

Yes.

I believe we do.

Good.

The blood drain's clogged.

Wipe up the floor,
and you can go.

It would be my pleasure.

Good Lord, that is excellent!

American women
make better cocktails,

and I'll fight anyone
who disagrees.

Just keep piling on the charm,

and maybe I won't notice that
you are here with an agenda.

Another great American quality.

- Getting down to brass tacks.
- Well

I know you think Nicholas
was killed in New York,

and I was one of the last
people to see him alive,

so your curiosity
is understandable.

I'm glad you feel that way.

But, sadly

I can't offer any insight
on Nicholas's death.

Now, how did a
clever woman like you

get entangled with so
many homicidal men?

So we're already
down that road, are we?

You must've been furious
when your latest paramour

turned out to be
a murderous thug.

Jessica Whitly...
played for a fool,

yet again.

So... I killed Nicholas.

Perhaps I did it

after his thug
stabbed Gil in the gut

and I sat by my dying
friend in the hospital.

Or... maybe

during Gil's surgery!

I took a little trip to
the snack machine

and lured Nicholas back
to my lair and killed him.

Right here.

But most likely, Detectives
Powell, Tarmel and I

stayed by Gil's side
as he clung to life.

Is that alibi
sufficient for you?

I cannot believe I
made you a martini.

Well, I am very honored

to have been
invited to your home.

It's quite perfect.

Yes, it is.

Which is why it's puzzling

you would even suggest

that Nicholas Endicott
was killed here.

I was just

I never would have
imagined that this very room

might be the scene of the crime.

His throat was slit, you know.

A bloody business that is.

And now I'm noticing
this brand-new rug.

It's less sun-drenched
than its counterpart.

I've met some
terrifying men in my day,

so if you're trying to scare me,

you're gonna have
to do better than this.

Now

I hope you enjoy
your stay in New York.

I intend it to be a short trip.

Family meeting. Now.

You should have called me
the second he showed up.

Because that wouldn't
have seemed suspicious.

She has a point.

You have no idea what I've
been doing to keep this family safe.

No, we don't. Because
you do not let us in.

Well, what would
you like to know?

How I've been
dishonest with my team?

Or maybe you'd like to know
about the thumb in my freezer.

- Wait, what?
- I do not want to know that.

Just "letting you in."

Okay, well, I for one

think we've done
a pretty good job

in regards to this murder.

Are you listening to yourself?

Come on, you know what I mean.

Do you even see what
you are doing to him?

What you have done to
all of us by killing Nicholas?

I was trying to save us.

Stop. Stop.

If we have any hope
of getting out of this,

we need to stick together.

From here on out, nobody
talks to Simon Hoxley.

He has our whole
family in his cross hairs,

and we will sink
or swim together.

Got it?

Got it.

The problem is,

there's one more member
of the Whitly family.

My, my.

How far The Surgeon has fallen.

Missed a spot.

Now this... is a real dump.

Another interview request?

You just can't take
"no" for an answer.

Official business this time.

As an agent of Europol.

Not The New York
Times best-selling author.

What did you call
yourself again?

The Brain Puzzler?

MindSleuth.

I'm sorry you weren't
featured in the book.

My editor told
me to trim the fat.

The critics loved it, though.

It was even made into a movie.

A TV movie.

You saw it, then.

I'm glad they're keeping
you entertained in here.

Did I say I was entertained?

You'll certainly be
featured in my next book.

I'm still working on the title.

Sins of the Father is
a little too on the nose.

There's just no
snappy way of saying,

"The Whitly family
murdered Nicholas Endicott."

The family that slays
together stays together?

I see you're still using
humor to deflect your fear.

Of you? The Brain Fart?

You're afraid for your family.

After all, you molded them,

- you turned them all into...
- What the hell is this?

Dr. Capshaw.

Meet the Mind Putzer.

Simon Hoxley. Enchanté.

My, my, a beautiful
doctor in this cesspool?

With The Surgeon?

He needs to finish his work.

Two minutes. Please.

Or do I have to call
your administrator,

say you're being a problem?

You're being rude, Hoxley.

How about this for rude?

Your family couldn't
possibly pull off

killing Nicholas Endicott
without your help.

They don't have
your killer instinct.

You should see my
ex at a charity auction.

Enough jokes!

What did you tell them?

How to clean up a crime scene?

How to dismember
a body for transport?

What was that?

Do I detect a little
glimmer of... paternal pride?

Of course.

Your son Malcolm.

He studied murder at your knees,

and now he's passed
his first real test

by killing Nicholas Endicott.

And Daddy's proud.

Just leave my son alone.

Your anger is an
admission of his guilt.

Tell me something.

How will you feel when
I lock him away for life?

When you see him like
a useless husk of a man

just like his father.

Just... Whitly.

Your shift is over.
It's time to go.

You really shouldn't
have interrupted me.

I'm going to
have to call your...

Already did. I told
my administrators

that I was gonna kick
your ass out of here.

If they didn't like it, fire me.

They didn't fire me.

Stay away from my family.

Okay.

Her contact is in
here somewhere,

but I'll have to be fast.

Now

did you know that you
can't unlock a phone

without a bio electric current?

Geo location will pinpoint us

in 60 seconds, so...

Got it!

Whitly! I know you're in there.

Whitly!

Fancy yourself as a bit
of a white knight, do you?

Technically, that's
a footman's sword.

Dull-edged, but
designed to pierce armor.

A metaphorical
choice for a profiler.

Do you think our
occupation gives us an edge

were we to plan a murder?

You may as well just
come out and say it.

Fine.

You killed him.
It's as clear as day.

What about motive?

Why would I kill
Nicholas Endicott?

To protect your sister,

to avenge your mother,

to keep your father
comfy at Claremont.

You all had something to gain.

It was a family affair.

You want to pierce some armor?

I'll tell you what I see.

A man desperate to
cobble a case together

in the hopes of saving
his fading reputation.

You haven't solved
a case in years,

MindSleuth is in
the bargain bin,

and that Patek Philippe,

while being a very good dupe,

is a knockoff nonetheless.

Even that scarf
is showing its age.

I assure you, I'm quite
comfortable in my station.

You're washed-up.
Holly and Brian's deaths

are just a means to an end,

another way to get
your face in the paper.

Which makes you as
phony as that wristwatch.

Thank you, Mr. Whitly.

I will let you know when I
obtain the search warrant

for your mother's house.

On what grounds?

Endicott's throat was slashed.

Perhaps the murder weapon

is still among your
mother's silver.

Tell me,

did you use it to carve the
roast at Christmas dinner?

You'll never be a white knight.

You're still just a
scared little boy,

hungry for Daddy's love.

Au revoir.

Don't try anything.

You're not the first
psycho I've picked up.

Thanks for trusting me.

Just drive to Grand Central.

We have to get you out of town.

Can I at least
pick up some stuff?

Sorry.

Whoever's doing this might
already be watching your place.

I remember you now.

Yeah, you were nice,

but I could tell you were
going through a thing.

Yeah.

You weren't allowed
to ask questions.

Maybe I should have
asked more, since that pickup

was around the last time
I heard from Mr. Endicott.

Which means I am
supremely screwed.

Mr. Endicott was not a good man.

You're not the first young
woman whose life he ruined.

Like that's supposed
to make it okay?

This is not the way
to Grand Central.

Sorry, I'm, like, freaking out.

But you're not, are you?

You changed lanes
smoothly, used your signals.

You only had one
hand on the wheel,

which is pretty
remarkable, considering...

This is how I drive.

Maybe we could take the highway?

But you missed that, too.

You're going to the waterfront.

That's where you killed Holly.

You're not a link in the chain.

You ran the chain.

Relax.

One more thing,
and it'll all be over.

Hoxley.

He's waiting for you
at the yacht, isn't he?

I won't let you hurt him.

We can go to the police.

- I have connections. I can help...
- You can't.

Now, I'm gonna go take care
of our little Europol problem.

All you have to do
is get out of the car

and literally do nothing.

Or I'll kill you.

Your choice.

Cool it!

Chill, lady! Chill!

Stop right there.

How did you know I was here?

We need to get out of here now.

- You're being set up.
- Stay back.

You are here to kill the
last link in the chain, Natalie.

She's ready to come in,

but she's terrified,
and now I know why.

You don't
understand, she's here.

She's going to kill you.

Who was that?

The head of the snake.

We're going to be
killed by a millennial?

What a twist.

Follow me.

Obviously.

- God.
- Come here. Come on.

I can't die in Brooklyn.

Don't you carry a gun?

Don't you?

I'm British.

It's just a through-and-through.

- You'll be okay.
- Not the cashmere.

Okay.

Now, stay down.
I'll draw her away.

God.

Drop the gun. Grab my hand.

How can I trust you?
I know what you did.

Please! There's no other way.

Didn't see you there.

That's okay.

I know you had a long night.

Turned out she was in
pretty deep with Endicott,

and we know how he used people.

It's looking like she just

had enough and killed him.

I

I tried to save her.

I know.

You did good work here.

He had some help.

I just gave my statement

to Detectives Powell and Tarmel.

Now I'm off for some rest,

relaxation and painkillers.

You are always welcome here.

Just call first.

Lieutenant Arroyo,
I promise I will try.

Glad you're here.

I wanted to apologize.

- I got so defensive of my family...
- No, stop.

It's you who should
have the apology.

Threatening you with a
paring knife was so dramatic.

What was I thinking?

"Those who mine darkness

see shadows where
there are none."

That's from MindSleuth.

You have read my book.

And I'll read the next one.

That's kind.

But there's nothing sexy
about the silver medalist.

You solved this one.

Not true.

You were the one who tied
Endicott to the courier network,

followed the murder trail
from Estonia to Manhattan.

I was more of a
supporting character.

More Lestrade to your Sherlock.

You found the head of the snake.

It's almost as if my
investigation forced

the head of the snake to
come back and eat her own tail.

Sounds like a best seller.

Maybe.

But the press is so fickle.

I haven't booked an
appearance in years.

I might be able
to help with that.

Tell me, what was it like

to finally catch the woman that
murdered Nicholas Endicott?

It felt like something
we all needed.

Closure.

I go into more detail
in my new book.

The Ouroboros Murders.

Named after the ancient symbol
of a snake eating its own tail.

That's a brilliant title.

It really is. Yeah.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say you enjoyed that

- a little too much.
- Of course I did.

I got to put this
Endicott mess behind us.

And the prime-time slot.

To getting away with murder.

How about... to
keeping it in the family?

I'll drink to that.

To family.

Mr. David?

I was dreaming about
Versailles, so this had better.

Dr. Capshaw.

I sent Mr. David to
check on another patient.

I assure you we're very alone.

So, I don't know

what plans you had
for my suture scissors,

but I need them back.

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

Then you can't think
very much of me.

You don't have the slightest
clue what I think of you.

I won't ask you again.

I'm doing you a favor, Whitly.

If you're caught
with those scissors,

14 days in isolation.

Neither of us want that, do we?

Good boy.

Greg, move your head.