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[Car passing by]

[Door rattling]

[Lock clicking]

[Door creaking]

[♪ Woman singing opera on stereo ♪]

[Floor creaking]

[Whimpering]

- [Whispering]: Everything's gonna be OK.

[Knife scraping]

Police! Don't move!

- I wish I'd known you were coming.

I'd have set an extra place. - Drop the knife!

- So who do you want to play you,

when they make the movie about my life?

- Shut your mouth!

- You know they're going to.

Ladies are going to be writing to me in jail,

proposing marriage.

I may even have a few kids from the inside.

- I said shut up and drop the knife!

- You're just mad because you know I'm right.

Long after I'm gone, people are still gonna remember me.

[Gunshots]

[♪ Singing continues ]

[Knife clattering]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Both talking, indistinct]

- Keep an eye on things.

[Sighing]

You OK?

- Fine.

- What the hell happened?

- He came at me with a knife.

- No. I mean how did you end up taking down a serial killer

without your partner?

- OK, I should've called you,

but I was checking out a tip and one thing led to another.

- See, that one thing's gonna lead to you getting killed.

- Oh, Gavin. I didn't know you cared.

- Of course I care.

Do you realize how much paperwork's involved

when your partner is killed on duty?

I'm gonna let them know the real detective's here.

♪♪

[Music continues playing]

[Car door opening]

- Can I ask you a few questions, detective?

- Go screw yourself, Floyd.

- Well, that's not very hero-like.

- If it hadn't been

for your unnamed source feeding you information,

I might've caught him weeks ago.

- Look, you do your job, I do mine.

Which reminds me, I hear your colleagues

started calling you Dirty Harriet. Is that true?

- That's right, and next time you interfere

with one of my cases, I'll shoot you.

[Whistles]

- Can I quote you on that, detective?

- It's nice to see you, Karyn.

How long has it been since our last session?

Like, I guess a year and a half?

- Something like that.

- You've been through

a lot since then.

How are things going with your partner?

- They're going.

- Would you care to elaborate?

- Not really.

- OK.

And the rest of your department, any issues there?

- Actually, I do have one.

- Please.

- Yeah, I've been working homicide 5 years now

and not once have I been sexually harassed.

I mean, is it too much for a girl

to ask for the odd butt grab?

- Listen, I understand that you're frustrated

at being forced to come in

and attend more counselling sessions.

- Do you?

- But these are the rules

when you shoot someone.

- Yeah, a serial killer who came at me with a knife.

- Had you followed protocol and waited for backup,

then there would be someone to corroborate your story.

- I heard screaming. The door was open. I went in.

But instead of a medal, my thanks is

having to go through an internal investigation.

- We're all just doing our jobs, right?

- So was I, and sometimes my job involves shooting psychos.

- Sometimes?

- Spit it out.

- This is the 3rd serial killer that you've tracked down,

and the 3rd one that you've killed.

- At least I'm consistent.

Look, what am I supposed to say?

- I'm sorry, but you recognize the irony, right?

- In what?

- The fact that it takes 3 victims for a murderer

to be labelled a serial killer.

- Oh my God!

So in your professional opinion, I'm a serial killer?

- Of course not.

Listen, I'm just concerned that recent events

may have stirred up emotions from your childhood.

- I'm fine.

- What about your interest in the Hades Killer?

- I'm a cop. I solve cold cases.

- Yeah, but in your free time?

- It's a hobby. - Knitting's a hobby.

Your continued pursuit of a serial killer...

[Cell beeps]

...that nobody's heard from in over 15 years now,

that borders on an obsession.

- I get that you need to justify your job

by finding something broken in me,

but I don't have time for this.

♪♪

- Howdy, partner.

- Are you drunk?

- Of course not. Only slightly buzzed.

- Taxpayer dollars at work.

- Give me a break, I was off duty,

and at my own bachelor party, so you owe me.

Give me the bullet points.

- Funny. - I do my best.

- Travis Morris, 26. Single shot to the head.

From the stippling around the wound and splatter pattern,

I put it at close range. 7, maybe 8 feet.

- Ballpark, I say dead 36 hours.

- No, check out the lividity.

I put it closer to 24.

- Smells like 36.

- All I smell is cigar smoke and cheap perfume.

[Chuckling]

- It's thin walls, huh?

Nobody--nobody heard gunshots, nothing?

- Well, if they did, nobody's talking.

Seriously? You're covered in stripper glitter!

- Ain't all I'm covered in. - Aw!

- It's late to start canvassing the building.

How about we let the crime-scene geeks come in, do their thing?

You and I, we can pick this up first thing in the morning, huh?

- Why, so you can get back to paying women with daddy issues

to grind against you?

- Hmm! Her name is Sapphire,

and she just so happens to be stripping

to put herself through law school.

She's a smart kid.

- Great. - Hmm!

- She can represent you in your inevitable divorce.

- Well--

- Detectives. - Yeah?

- Take a look. We found a knife.

- You notice any stab wounds?

- No.

♪♪

- Is that the...

- The Hades symbol.

[Sighing]

The symbol was carved into the victim post-mortem.

Ballistics believe the shooter used a 9mm Luger.

- That's the same as the original Hades killer, right?

- Yeah, but there was a trace of gel on the slug

suggesting the gun likely had a homemade silencer.

- Our "vic" have any priors?

- Couple of assaults, break and enters.

- You know the Hades case better than anyone.

You think there's a chance we're dealing with the same killer?

- Nobody's heard from him in 15 years,

but there's a chance he's come out of retirement.

- Well, let's hope for everyone's benefit

that's not the case.

- Oh! I got money, man!

Hey, like my watch? It's worth $7,000. It's yours.

Take my car. It's yours, man!

Take anything you want!

I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said.

[Gunshot]

[Birds chirping]

[Knocking]

[Door opening]

- Hi. Is Charles Brady home?

- Who are you?

- I'm Det. Mitchell. I'm with Boston Homicide.

Is Mr. Brady here?

- No, he died.

- When?

- Couple months ago.

- Are you related?

- He was my uncle.

You're that detective still trying to solve the Hades case.

- Your uncle mentioned me? - Yeah.

He said the other cops cleared him years ago,

but you kept on harassing him.

- I'm sorry he felt that way.

I've been following up with some of the original suspects.

Did your uncle talk to you about the case at all?

- No.

- Even the smallest detail?

- Look, I don't know anything. Are we finished here?

- Yes.

[Door slamming]

OK!

♪♪

[Indistinct chatter]

So what do you know?

- Turns out our dead homeboy here was a "known to police".

Did some time for a car jacking,

so he clearly didn't mind the prison food.

Now looks like he's been using this joint

to launder money and sling dope out of.

- Karma's a bitch.

- Especially when she's packing heat.

What? What are you doing?

- Is that face paint?

- Yeah, I had tickets to the football game.

- And you painted your face for it?

- Don't judge me for supporting my team, please.

- I'm judging you for being a moron.

- Wow. Oh, speaking of questionable decisions...

- Is this--

- Yep!

- Fancy!

You know, you're not obligated to invite me to your wedding.

- I know. I want you there. - No, you don't.

- You're right, but it'll look weird if you're a no-show.

- Pats just went up by a touchdown, Gav.

- Kev, I'm "TiVo-ing" it!

- Sorry. You good?

- Yeah. And spoiler alert, he was shot in the forehead.

So? So, you're gonna come or what?

- Is there gonna be an open bar?

- It's a cop wedding. I'd be lynched if there wasn't.

And, uh, maybe you should bring a date, you know.

- Thanks, but I'll probably just sleep with your best man.

Hey, could you roll him over?

- Why, you see something?

- Yeah, the blood.

♪♪

We need to go public.

- Not yet.

- But we have a pattern.

- No, 3 is a pattern.

- Three is a serial killer.

- And when we get there, the media will be informed.

- The public has a right to know before we get to that point.

- Know what? That the Hades Killer is back?

- Or possibly a copy cat.

- Karyn, I get that

you have an interest

in the original Hades case,

but we're not gonna alter protocol because of it.

[Camera shutter clicking]

- Have you heard back from Internal Affairs?

- It's not official, but it looks like you're in the clear.

Just try not to shoot the next suspect, OK?

- I'll do my best!

[Sighing]

[Camera clicks]

[Door opens]

The lieutenant's making a mistake.

- He just doesn't wanna create a media circus.

if he can avoid it, that's all.

- This guy isn't gonna stop.

- What you talking about?

He already did...

for 15 years.

- Assuming it's the same guy.

- Hmm...

You sure this is the best idea,

you being on this case?

- Why wouldn't it be?

- Come on, Karyn. Your father.

Listen, we all know that he was one of

the original Hades suspects.

- One of more than a dozen. And he was cleared.

Plus I know this case better than anyone.

- I know you do.

But you also gotta know that when these murders go public,

all that stuff about your pops is bound to come out.

- It's not a secret.

- It's not something you want the entire world to know either.

- I'll deal with it, if it happens.

- I'm sure you will.

You really think that we could actually be dealing

with the same guy from the mid '90s here?

- It's a pretty long hiatus, by serial-killer standards,

but my gut says there's at least some connection

to the original Hades murders.

- Yeah, well, like what? Like his kid or something?

- No, it doesn't need to be anything that direct,

but if it isn't the same guy,

he decided to emulate the Hades Killer for a reason.

The key to finding him is finding the connection.

- But how are we supposed to connect point A to point B,

if we don't have either?

- Aye, there's the rub.

- There's the rub.

It's getting late.

Come on, why don't we get out of here, huh, you and me,

go back to your place,

put our heads together?

- Are you kidding me?

- I'm just starting to wonder if I made a mistake here, you know?

- Live with it.

- Karyn, hey!

- Excuse me.

- [Sighing]: Yeah...

[Phone ringing]

- Hey.

- Ah! You start making house calls?

[Chuckling]

- Listen, I just wanted to apologize

for how our last session got a little heated.

- When you called me a serial killer for doing my job?

- I didn't mean to imply that.

- No problem. - OK.

See you at our next appointment?

- They're mandatory, right?

- Right. Oh, and I got a call from your lieutenant.

- About?

- He said that you were working on a case

and that I might be able to offer some insight into that.

- Thanks, but I'm good.

- He also mentioned that

you'd probably say that.

- Look, nothing personal,

but you know I don't play well with others.

[Sighing]

[Telephone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello?

He's here?

Yeah, send him up.

- Detective, I understand that writing about serial killers

is not the same thing as tracking them down.

- Well, at least we agree on something.

- But you and I are both aware

that these individuals are creatures of habit.

And that, you know, book-smarts,

well, granted, not as useful as practical experience,

they can come in handy when dealing with profiling.

- I'll keep that in mind.

What are you doing here?

- Got something you might be interested in.

- Your suicide note?

[Chuckling]

Even better.

A letter from the Hades Killer.

[Suspenseful music]

- Checked the letter for hair and fibre, "latents".

Only prints belonged to the reporter.

- What do we do about his demands?

- Nothing.

- Lieutenant, whoever wrote this made himself pretty clear.

"I will kill again every day until you print

"a front-page story declaring my return."

- There have been half a dozen hoaxes

related to the Hades killings since the mid '90s.

- Exactly. We can't print every letter

from every nut job who sends us one.

- And 2 weeks ago, I would've agreed,

but with the recent murders,

we have reason to believe this one could be authentic.

And if it is and we don't do anything about it,

people are gonna die.

- What do you think?

- I think that Karyn knows the case better than anyone.

And if she feels in her gut that this letter is authentic,

then it probably is.

- In our top story, the entire city's on high alert

with the apparent return of the Hades serial killer.

Hades first terrorized the city of Boston in the mid '90s

when he murdered 9 people in a 6-month period.

Hades coined his name

after he carved the Greek Hades symbol

representing the God of Death

into the bodies of his victims.

During his reign of terror,

Hades taunted police with phone calls

and sent several letters to local newspapers.

Despite having numerous suspects,

in the more than 15 years since the start of the killings,

police have yet to arrest anyone in the murders.

The Boston PD have set up a special tip hotline,

and are asking anyone with information

about the Hades Killer

to immediately get in contact.

- So, why did you kill them?

- Satan commanded me to.

- Hmm! And how many times did Satan tell you

to shoot your first victim?

- Three.

- Nice try.

- I mean 5.

- Look, Mr. McGrath, as much as I enjoy

chatting with random nut jobs,

as you can see, I'm pretty swamped here.

So I apologize if this comes across as rude, but get lost.

[Cell ringing]

- Hello?

- [Distorted]: Det. Mitchell?

- Yes. Who's this?

- Well, I suppose you can call me Hades.

- You know, it's a criminal offence

to prank call a police officer.

- This is not a joke.

- All right. Well, in that case,

what can I do for you, Hades?

[Chuckling]

- I understand your scepticism.

I'm guessing that you've already had

a half-dozen people confess to my murders.

- Um, actually, I just finished with my 12th,

which makes you unlucky number 13.

- It could be worse.

You know, apparently, more than 200 people tried to take credit

for the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby.

- That's fascinating,

but I'm kind of busy trying to catch you,

so if you wouldn't mind getting to why you're calling...

- Well, I suppose

a psychologist would suggest

that it is a subconscious desire to be caught,

but you know, the truth is,

uh, I saw you

the other day

and I just felt like talking.

- You saw me?

- Outside the location of my 2nd murder.

I know.

I realize it's a cliché

to return to the scene of the crime,

but you know, sometimes I feel drawn.

You know David Berkowitz, the Son of Sam?

You know, he actually hung around,

just chatting with the cops.

- How can I know for sure you are who you claim to be?

[Scoffs]

- Well, I suppose you could ask me a question

that only the real killer would know.

- OK. Um, what type of knife

did you use to carve your symbol into the victim's chest?

- Well, of course I carved it into the chest of the one

and the back of the other.

- So if you're only claiming responsibility for 2 victims,

I guess that means you're not the same Hades Killer?

- No, I can't take credit

for any of those original murders, no.

- Then what is this? An homage?

- Do you know that 85% of the world's serial killers

are based in the good old U.S. of A?

And at any given time as many as 50 of us are at work.

- Now, 50, that is a lot of competition.

But carve a shape into someone, and...

[Chuckling]

...I am front page news.

- Do you think drawing attention to yourself is a wise move?

- Along with the dozen false confessors, detective,

at last count, how many tips have you had?

- A little over 600.

- Right, and even if one of them is legitimate,

which I--I seriously doubt,

then I remain a killer in the proverbial haystack.

- So all this is just really to throw us off your scent?

- Which, of course I won't be doing

if I stay on the line

long enough for you to trace this, will I?

- W-wait. Wait. Don't go.

- It was nice talking to you, Karyn.

[Beep]

- What makes you think this isn't just some other "schizo"

out looking for his fame and glory?

- He knew stuff, details only the killer would know.

I don't know. I could just feel it.

- If your gut's the best lead we have,

then I say we go with it.

I'll need Karyn's cell and office lines tapped.

- Already on it.

- What about getting a trace?

- We need him on the line for a few minutes,

more if he's scrambling.

- Let's say he actually does call back,

what should she talk to him about?

- You said he was friendly? - For a serial killer.

- Then just have a conversation with him, like you're friends.

- Friends?

- Keep things casual and informal.

You need to allow clues to come out organically.

- So Karyn shouldn't ask him any questions?

- No, of course she can.

She needs to make him feel

that she's interested in getting to know him,

and, you know, not just digging for information.

- For sure.

- And whenever possible, don't lie.

She doesn't need to reveal anything that

will jeopardize the case,

but if he senses that

you're being open and honest,

then chances improve

that he'll be open and honest in return.

- I will.

[Chuckling]

- What?

- You, open and honest, that's just...

Are we done?

[Ringing]

- This might be him. You good?

- Just keep him on the line as long as you can.

- Hello?

- [Distorted]: Hello, Karyn.

- Hades?

- Yes. And a big hello to everyone listening.

- Why do you say that?

- Surely you had your line tapped

5 minutes after I hung up.

- Well, maybe 10 minutes.

[Static]

Hello? Are you there?

- My apologies, I'm calling from underground.

Our connection may not be great.

So, how is your investigation coming?

- Slowly.

- Anything I can do to help?

- How about your name?

- No. What fun would that be?

- Is that why you kill people, for fun?

Or did a barking dog tell you to do it?

- You know, I wish I had a colourful reason like that.

- Why then?

- Well, let's just say

that my victims demonstrate

a lack of societal worth.

- You can't just go around killing people.

- Oh, really?

Because to my knowledge,

you have played judge, jury and executioner

on multiple occasions.

- Those were self-defence.

- And I assume that you'd argue that that was OK

because you were just doing your job,

and since, in your case,

we are talking about serial killers, after all,

the dregs of society.

- How much longer? - Close.

- But you see, we have that in common, you and I.

- So you only kill serial killers too?

- The garbage that I leave behind for you to chalk outline

possess absolutely no regard for their fellow man.

- And that's worthy of murder?

- Yes, I believe that people like that

do deserve to die

and they are going to continue dying.

Oh, well, speak of the devil.

My soon-to-be-next victim has arrived.

- No! No, wait! Please!

- It's been a pleasure speaking with you, Karyn.

- He's right here! In our underground parking!

[Car door opening]

- What's going on? - Hades is downstairs!

- Round them up.

[Dramatic music]

[Hades clearing throat]

[Gunshot]

♪♪

- Police! Don't move! Hands in the air!

Sorry.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sighing]

- He rerouted the signal through this

and purposely didn't scramble it so we could trace it.

- That hard to do?

- Not really. Still, the guy has guts.

- All right. Got a report of shooting

in a parking garage across town.

Thank you.

Gotta go. Come on.

♪♪

- Detective! This another Hades joint?

- Why don't you go ask your anonymous source?

Hey, can you get him out of here for me?

- So, it turns out that Mr. Barber here

is being investigated for fraud.

- Seems a bit obvious,

but maybe Hades was one of the guys he ripped off?

- It's worth looking into, maybe.

What's this, Angry Birds?

- Checking out his day-timer.

[Grunts]

I'm thinking if I retrace his steps over the last week or so,

maybe we can figure out when and where he pissed off our killer.

- And people say you slept your way to detective.

[Pats back]

So your company sells home theatre systems, hmm?

- Yeah, high-end systems.

And you installed one for Mr. Barber on, what, the 17h?

Is that right?

- I was there the better part of a day.

- Was he there the entire time?

- Unfortunately.

- Meaning?

- I feel bad saying this after what happened,

but the guy was a jerk.

- In what way?

- He was condescending,

yelling about everything.

One of my installers, Danny, he can back me up.

Hey, Danny!

They're asking about Mr. Barber.

- You were there too?

- He was a total jerk.

I actually started the job,

but I had Mark replace me before I strangled the guy.

- We got the picture.

- Did you notice

anything suspicious?

- I just finished the job

and got out. Sorry.

- All right. Thanks for your time.

- Thank you.

[Cell ringing]

[Sighing]

- Hello?

[Chuckling]

- You have to concede that my police-garage prank,

that was fairly hilarious.

- I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

- I think it's important to enjoy one's work, don't you?

- Absolutely.

And I'm going to enjoy arresting you.

[Hades chuckling]

- So I suppose that my recent hat-trick

earns me official serial-killer status, then, huh?

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

But I am just getting started.

By the time I am done,

nobody's even gonna remember my predecessor.

- Lofty ambitions.

- I think it's also important

to have goals, don't you?

- You're an inspiration to psychopaths everywhere.

[Hades laughing]

- So, how does the, uh,

the Hades huntress spend her evenings?

- Well, I'm working on your psychological profile.

- All right, let me guess.

I'm thinking that you have me down

as a single, white male, 30s,

above-average intelligence,

as shy, bordering on anti-social,

likely coming from an unstable family,

abandoned by my father, raised by a domineering mother,

and to top it all off, an unhealthy fascination

with starting fires?

- I'm impressed.

- I'm disappointed.

Sounds as if you're writing a term paper

for, like, your freshman criminology class.

- OK, then what makes you so different from the others?

[Fist hits table]

- The fact that I'm not different.

I am just a regular guy

who was pushed to the point

where he was ready to give up on his life,

and that is when he decided to start pushing back.

- So you were suicidal?

Come on! You claim you want this to be fun.

Toss me a clue.

[Sighing]

- Yeah.

I tried to kill myself, yeah.

- How?

- I attempted to fly,

but unfortunately, I can swim.

- So you decided to use your 2nd chance

by ending other people's lives?

- This is about much more than murder, Karyn.

This is about atonement.

- Atonement for what?

- Sleep well, detective.

[Dial tone and beeping]

[Sirens in the distance]

- Did you hear our latest conversation?

- Yeah, I did.

I'm worried this case is beginning to hit

a little too close to home for you, Karyn.

- I'm fine. - Really?

- Lieutenant, I'm fine.

- OK.

- Sir...

- OK, so Hades hinted his victims aren't random.

So I've been trying to find some connection.

- Your phone-a-friend also indicated that he tried to

throw himself off a bridge.

- Yeah, I've been thinking about that.

Tobin's the main suicide bridge, right?

- Yeah.

- And even those that live probably still

end up in the hospital.

- It's a good starting point.

All right, all right. Thanks anyway.

Thanks for getting back to me. OK.

- Was that the hospital administrator?

- Yeah.

It turns out in the past few years,

Mass. General has only knowingly treated 2 patients who lived

after jumping off Tobin Bridge.

But neither's who we're looking for.

- How do you know?

- Because one's a quadriplegic

and the other's in a permanent vegetative state.

[Horns honking]

- How do the jumpers get out to the middle of the bridge?

- I don't know. Walk, maybe.

- It's a long way out.

- Yeah, but it ain't the kind of place

that you'd get a cab to drop you off either.

A lot of them just probably abandon their cars.

- So if they'd parked and jumped,

the vehicle would have been towed

before he had a chance to get back.

- Yeah, you'd think.

It's a good thing that no one else can stand you

long enough to partner with you.

- He's buying.

- It's on me, huh?

[Phones ringing]

So, that was the tow truck company who patrol the bridge.

They tell me 28 vehicles were towed in the past 3 years,

so I cross-reference,

and seven of those were abandoned by jumpers who,

unfortunately for them, were successful.

- And what about the others?

- All had mechanical problems, except for one guy.

This is where it gets interesting.

So I do some digging,

and it turns out this young man was fired from his last gig

after getting punchy with his coworkers.

A guy by the name of Arthur Brady.

- That's the nephew of one of the original Hades suspects

who just died.

- We found our connection, kid.

- I'll see if I can get a warrant.

- Mind if I run an errand while you do that?

- Trying to make happy hour? - I wish.

I gotta sample cupcakes for the wedding reception.

Oh! Speaking of...

We're doing a head count and I need to know

if you're bringing a date or not.

- Yeah. Definitely.

- Good.

- Wonder who they're gonna partner me with

when you go on your honeymoon.

- Honeymoon? No, we're not going anywhere.

- Wow.

I'm as unromantic as they come

and even I consider that grounds for divorce.

- Nicole's pregnant.

So...

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Anyway, I won't be long.

♪♪

[Thunder rumbles]

[Rain pattering]

[Knocking on door]

[Lock clicking]

[Door opening]

- Hello, Mr. Brady.

I need to ask you a few questions.

- I told you, I've got nothing more to say about my uncle.

- This pertains to you.

- Is your partner waiting for you in the car?

- No, I'm on my own.

- Well, come on in then. Get out of the rain.

- I'm good out here, thanks.

- No, please, I insist.

[Rain pattering]

[Door closing]

- So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?

- A few months back,

was your car towed from the Tobin Bridge?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

[Thunder crashes]

- Ran out of gas. Had to walk home.

- That's a long way.

You didn't hail a taxi or try to hitchhike?

- There's a lot of weirdos out there.

[Thunder rumbling]

It's old wiring.

Sometimes when it's storming, I lose power.

- I understand you had some problems

with your former employer.

- What's that got to do with anything?

- I just need to know what happened.

- They accused me of sexually harassing a coworker

so they could fire me with cause.

- And so you threatened your boss?

- Not until he lied.

- OK, but when he did,

you went to his house, smashed in his windows,

said you were gonna come back with a gun, isn't that right?

- What is it that you do

when someone is screwing you over?

Or treating you like garbage, like you don't even matter?

Do you sit back and you take it?

Or do you do something about it?

See, me, all my life,

I let people just walk all over me.

But now, if you screw me, I screw you right back!

- I'm gonna need you to come down to the station with me,

Mr. Brady.

- I'm not going back to jail.

- I didn't say that. I just need to ask you a few more questions.

- I'm not going back to jail!

[Crashing]

[Breathing heavily]

♪♪

[Brady grunts]

[Struggling grunts]

[Shouting]

I'm not going back to jail!

[Coughing]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Brady screams, groans]

- Don't move!

[Groaning]

[Panting]

[Siren blares, indistinct chatter on police radio]

[Car dor slamming]

- Gavin... - I don't wanna hear it.

[Siren blaring]

- I told you,

I didn't kill anyone.

- You might as well start telling the truth.

- I couldn't have killed anyone.

I was in Atlantic City.

- Listen to me, Arthur.

If you're willing to come clean,

I promise I'll talk to the judge

and see if I can get you a reduced sentence.

- I just wanna go home.

- Karyn...

[Sighs]

[Door closing]

- It's not him. - How do you know?

- He's telling the truth about being in Atlantic City

during the 2nd and 3rd Hades murder.

- You're sure?

- Yeah, they got him on surveillance.

Apparently he's been blowing his inheritance

on poker and hookers every weekend.

- It has to be him.

- Karyn, I've listened to all of the phone conversations.

I don't think that Arthur Brady's the person

you've been speaking with.

- But he attacked me!

- Like any nut job would

who's scared to death of going to prison, Karyn.

- You wanna charge him with assault?

- Cut him loose.

- Yeah.

- Thanks to you once again completely disregarding protocol

and not waiting for your partner,

the mayor just raked me over the coals.

- I'm sorry.

What can I do for damage control?

- Nothing. You're on vacation.

- You're suspending me?

- No. That would involve paperwork.

You're cashing in some banked days.

- OK, I screwed up. I admit it.

- Oh, that's big of you.

- But I'm in the middle of an investigation.

- The FBI is taking over. - I'm off the case?

- Look, we both know

you only hung on as long as you did

because of your batting average.

- Who do they have replacing us?

- Harris. - No!

- It's out of my hands.

- He screwed up the Dinner Party murder case!

- Which didn't stop you

from tracking down and killing the suspect anyway.

- I'm getting close to this guy. I can feel it.

- I agree.

Which is why I've arranged for you and Gavin

to work with the FBI when you get back from vacation.

- And you expect me to report to Harris?

- Either that, or you're off the case, Detective.

[Birds chirping]

[Door opening]

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Door slamming]

[Phone rings]

[Inhales deeply]

- Hello?

- [Hades, voice distorted]: Did I wake you?

- No, I'm still up doing some work.

- You know, you need to get a life, Karyn.

- First, I need to get you.

[Hades laughs]

- Well, hey, I--I saw on the news

that you almost did.

[Chuckles]

- Yeah, rub it in.

- Ah, not to worry.

You'll soon get another chance.

- Maybe not.

You're the FBI's problem now.

- You're off my case?

- No, but I need to ride shotgun.

- Ah!

Well, I suppose I should be flattered,

being called up to the major leagues and all.

Do you know,

I don't have a--a middle name?

- You've landed on the FBI's Most Wanted list,

and that's what's keeping you up at night?

- Well, it's just that if I ever do get caught,

the media like to use

a--a killer's middle name, you know.

Like Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth,

James Earl Ray.

And I do not have one.

- Talk about your first-world serial-killer problems.

[Hades laughs]

- Well, hey, speaking of problems,

do you ever find it difficult

being partners with your ex-fiancé?

- It has its moments.

- Now, you broke that off 2 weeks prior to your wedding,

isn't that right?

- You sure do seem to know a lot about my personal life.

- Oh, you'd be shocked how much I know.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, all just part of

trying to stay one step ahead.

So, tell me,

how did it end?

- I caught him screwing around.

- Well, his loss.

- What about you?

You ever been married?

Come on, I shared.

[Hades sighs]

- Yes.

- Divorced?

- She died. It wasn't me!

[Both chuckle]

All right. My turn.

So why is it, do you think, that you're not seeing anyone?

- Well, what makes you think I'm not?

- Well, you're at home every time I call.

- Maybe if you'd stop calling me so much,

I'd have time for a social life.

[Hades laughs]

How did you know I was at home?

- Well, it is 10:30 at night.

I hope that you aren't at your station.

- No, I'm home.

- You really should get a man in your life, you know.

I mean, aside from me.

- You're probably right.

- I need to go.

- Big plans?

- Yes.

I need to kill someone.

[Phone beeps, dial tone hums]

- Yeah.

- You get a trace? - No.

♪♪

[Keys jangle, lock clicks]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Suspenseful music]

- Don't move!

- Oh! Hey, you crazy?

Put that down, it's me.

- Gavin!

- Yeah.

Who'd you think it was?

You know, it's not considered breaking and entering

if you have your own set of keys.

- Yeah, except that

you don't actually live here anymore.

- That's a good point.

[Sighs]

- Wow, this bed sure does

bring back some memories!

- OK, if this is your latest attempt

at a drunken a booty call--

- No, no, no! No.

I figured you've already screwed me over enough tonight.

- What are you talking about?

- You had to bring up the fact that I cheated on you?

When you knew that the entire department

gets updated on your conversations with Hades.

- I was told to be honest.

- If this is your way of getting back at me,

I'm fine with it.

But admit that that's what you were doing.

I'd respect that.

- What I'm doing? I'm doing my job!

- Job? - Yeah!

- You know what the joke is?

The only person that you seem comfortable opening up to

is a serial killer.

What is that?

- You need to get the hell out of my house.

- Don't worry. I'm done.

No matter what's gone on between you and I,

I've--I've always had your back.

Always.

This jerk-off that you spill your guts out to on the phone,

he's--he's not your friend, Karyn.

He's not your therapist.

He's a murderer.

Remember that.

[Car honking]

- Hey...

I didn't know you came here.

- Uh, yeah.

For about 10 years now.

- Mark Hanson.

You and your partner came by my business a couple days back.

- Right. Hi.

- Surprised I've never seen you before.

- Well, I come about once a decade.

- You'd never be able to tell.

I'm sure with your busy schedule it's tough

to find time for yourself.

- Yeah, it can be.

- Well hopefully I'll see you again

before another 10 years goes by.

- It's Karyn.

And, uh, yeah. Definitely.

- Actually, do you maybe wanna grab a drink with me

later tonight?

- Sure.

- [Mark]: So I'm sure you get this all the time,

but you don't look like a typical cop.

- And what exactly does a typical cop look like?

- Oh, you know: big stomach, moustache,

coffee and doughnut in hand.

- Don't kid yourself.

I consume more than my share of coffee and doughnuts.

- Well, I should probably tell you up front

that I have been arrested a couple times.

Nothing too serious. - I know.

Frat boy stuff. No big deal.

- You can tell by looking at me?

- I ran your record.

- And you still showed.

- I guess I'm just really lonely

or subconsciously into bad boys.

- If you were looking for a bad boy, you found one.

- Oh, really? - What about you?

Glove box full of unpaid parking tickets?

Or let me guess:

you sample from the bulk bins while grocery shopping?

- I've shot and killed 3 people.

- Oh. Well, I'm not gonna suggest we split the check then.

[Both laugh]

I hope this isn't an inappropriate subject,

but those 3 people you shot,

they were asking for it, right?

- It depends on how you define "asking."

They were all serial killers and it was in self-defence.

- I'd say that qualifies.

- I'm glad you think so.

- Something the matter?

- No. - You sure?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

In fact...

Don't move!

- Whoa! - Take it easy!

- Why are you following me?

- I'm not. - You're lying.

- OK, I'm FBI.

- Where's your ID?

- My right front pocket.

Agent Harris put me on you in case

Hades tried to make contact.

- Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?

- For some reason,

he didn't think you'd be a fan of the idea.

- Come on.

- [Mark]: I see why you don't need to work out.

It felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my chest.

Look, I'm still shaking.

- I cannot tell you how sorry I am about that.

- Well, if nothing else,

it was the most memorable first date I've ever been on.

[Laughs]

- Hey, and I didn't even need to put out.

- Dang! Shouldn't have opened my mouth.

So why's the FBI watching you?

- It's just a case I'm working on.

It's no big deal.

Uh, this is me.

- So despite nearly having a heart attack,

I had a nice time.

- Me too.

Do you wanna come up for a drink?

- Sure. - Let's do it.

♪♪

- Beer OK?

- Yeah, beer's great.

I guess your cleaning lady's on holidays, huh?

[Music continues playing]

- I know it sounds like a cliché to say that I never do that,

but I never do that.

- Glad I could be the exception to your rule.

- I just don't want you to be disappointed

if I don't put out on our 2nd date.

- I'm just happy to know there's going to be a 2nd date.

So what's your rule when it comes to putting out

a 2nd time on the first date?

[Grunts]

[Moans]

[Cell chimes]

- Hold on.

[Sighs]

I gotta go.

[Indistinct chatter]

- I hear you and the Hades are becoming pretty chummy.

- Can't comment on an ongoing investigation.

- You don't need to.

I've heard recordings of your phone conversations.

- Who are you paying off to get those?

You print anything that jeopardizes my investigation,

you'll be sorry.

- Are you threatening me with a lawsuit?

- No, I'm threatening you.

- [Harris]: Heard you almost shot one of my guys earlier.

- Had I known he was one of your guys, I would have shot him.

- What are you doing here?

- You don't hang out at crime scenes

on your days off?

- No, I actually have a life.

- Oh, well that would explain your close rate.

- Get the hell out of here until your suspension's over.

- What took you so long, huh?

- I had a date. - Yeah?

- Did you get a good night kiss?

- Actually, I had sex with him

in the dream home you and I planned to grow old in together.

- You're still upset about me breaking into your apartment

last night, huh?

- What makes you say that?

- I don't know. Call it a hunch.

- Hey Miles, um, without drawing attention,

do you think you could grab a few crowd shots for me?

- You mean the lookie lous? - Yeah.

- That sort of thing? - Perfect.

Have a copy of the reports sent over to my house.

- Why, where you going?

- I'm on days off.

- I'm surprised to see you.

- Still have 3 more mandatory sessions.

- I know, I guess I just figured

that you'd use your time off like a -- I don't know --

a get-out-of-jail-free card, I guess.

- Ah, good idea. Is it too late?

[Laughs]

- Now that you're here,

you might as well just stay and get it over with.

- Like going to the dentist?

- Yes, exactly.

- You gonna give me a new toothbrush when I'm done?

- You're in a surprisingly good mood, considering.

- Considering what?

- Well, I can only assume that you weren't thrilled

at having the FBI yank the Hades case away from you.

- There's not much I can do about that.

- You know, I was, uh, relistening to your

conversations with Hades and...

[Sighs]

I don't know.

I have to admit that, uh, a part of me is jealous.

- Of?

- He's getting you to open up more than I ever have.

- You told me to be honest with him. That's what I'm doing.

- And I understand that,

but I--I sense a--a genuine connection

building between the two of you.

- Acting like his friend is how I get him to open up to me

without pushing for information.

- I'm not attacking you, Karyn.

It is completely understandable

that a kind of a bond would form.

- Why, cause we're both technically serial killers?

- Because it's natural when you open up

and when you share with someone.

Perhaps you ought to try it in here sometime.

[Chuckles]

- I met someone.

- Yeah?

- We've only gone out a couple times,

but it's been nice

to focus on something besides serial killers.

- I'll bet.

Well, I'm happy to hear it, Karyn.

- I'll probably screw it up, anyway.

- And why do you say that?

- I always do.

I put my job ahead of everything in my life,

including my relationships.

That's what ended things with Gavin.

- Well, I'm sure that his infidelity didn't help matters.

- No, but I helped drive him to it.

I was a lousy girlfriend, and deep down,

he knew I'd be an even worse wife.

Don't tell him I said that.

- You know what? Just have fun.

Don't overthink it.

You know, there's always gonna be more bad guys

out there for you to catch.

And you know, I think that, uh,

bringing some bounce into your life,

it's only gonna make you a better cop, right?

- I admit this is a bit of a backhanded compliment,

but you may be a better relationship counselor

than you are a shrink.

[Laughs]

- Well, I will take that.

[City rumble]

- So...

Feel free to say no,

but there's this wedding coming up...

- I'd love to be your date.

- Yeah? - Absolutely.

- Great.

There's just, um, one little complication.

- How little?

- I was kind of engaged to the groom.

- Oh...

- Who also happens to be my partner, Gavin.

- You were engaged to your partner?

- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I probably should have told you before now.

- I get it.

- Thank you.

[Chuckles]

- And--and while we're on the subject

of things we should have mentioned before...

I was married once myself.

I had a son.

They were both killed in a car accident.

- Oh...

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, it was a pretty rough time.

I--I don't like to talk about it much.

- I understand.

Are you sure about the wedding?

If you'd rather not come...

- Let me know the date. I'm good to go.

[Sighs]

[Doorbell rings]

[Door creaking then closing]

[Suspenseful music]

[Dialing]

- [Hades, voice distorted]: Hello, Karyn.

- Hey... I haven't heard from you in a couple days.

- Life of a serial killer. Never a free moment.

- Murder anyone lately?

- Almost. - You tried?

- No, but I was going to.

Planned it all out and everything and just...

changed my mind.

You think I'm getting soft?

- I hope so.

So why the phone?

- Because I wanted

to ask you something without our

regular eavesdroppers.

- OK.

- Do you ever regret turning in your father?

- How do you know about that? - Is it a secret?

- No, but it's not exactly public knowledge.

- One step ahead, remember?

- And no, I don't regret it.

All right. Your turn to be honest.

- I have been honest with you Karyn, right from the start.

- Not about one thing. - What's that?

- I don't think you randomly picked the Hades Killer

to throw us off your trail.

I think you chose it for a reason. Am I right?

[Sighs]

- You are.

- And I think once I figure out what your connection is

to the original case, I'll figure out who you are.

- Then you'd better figure that out before you run out of time.

- What does that mean?

- It's always a pleasure

speaking with you, Karyn.

- Wait, we can keep talking! We--

[Dial tone hums, Karyn sighs]

- Hey. - Hades sent me a cell

I need you to check out.

- You hear the news?

Looks like we have victim number five.

[Birds chirping]

- Hey, she's back in the ring, huh?

- Close enough. What do we know?

- Tim Denison, 20. Street kid.

- Priors? - A few.

Pretty low-buck stuff, you know.

- Ident found prints at the scene.

- The killer's? - That's our hope, right?

- No way Hades is that sloppy.

- Maybe he's off his game.

- That looks like an entry wound.

- It could have something to do with the fact

that he was shot in the back of the head.

- That can't be right.

- Why you having such a hard time?

Just hear him out, will you?

- Hades shoots his victims face on.

- Maybe he tried to run.

- And you're trying to tell me

that came courtesy of a 9 mm?

- So the guy got a new gun for his birthday.

What else do you get the serial killer

who has everything?

- Who found him? - There were reports of shots.

Before you go off on your silencer jag,

I know we're dealing with creatures of habit,

but once in a while, you can teach an old killer new tricks.

- No way. I spoke to Hades half an hour ago.

He said he hadn't killed again.

- And you believe a psychopath? - In this case, yeah.

- Well, maybe it's a good thing

you're no longer running the case.

We have a match on the prints found at the last crime scene.

The suspect's name is Kerry McGrath.

He was released from a mental hospital 9 months ago,

after spending half of his life locked up.

He suffers from split personality disorder,

and from what I understand,

one of his personalities

is not very personable.

Warrant's on its way.

Expect him to be armed and dangerous.

- Hey, I know him. - Who? McGrath?

- Yeah, he came into the station a few weeks back and confessed.

- To being the Hades Killer?

- Along with a dozen other psychopaths.

He came off like a complete fraud.

- I get it.

But if this turns out to be our guy,

it's not gonna look good.

- It won't. - OK.

♪

[Tires screeching]

- Wait at the car. - Seriously?

- I want the suspect alive.

♪♪

- [Man 1]: Go, go, go!

- [Man 2]: Clear! - [Man 3]: Clear!

- [Man 1]: All clear!

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

- We should've just staked this place out...

and waited on this clown to show.

- Harris wanted to make sure he was here for the bust.

- I know.

Sound like anyone else we know?

- [Karyn]: That's him.

McGrath stop!

[Gavin grunts]

- You OK? - Yeah, I'm good. Go, go!

Ah! Son of a bitch!

♪♪

[Woman screams]

- Drop the gun! - Take it easy.

- Do it, or the woman dies.

I told you I was Hades! You wouldn't listen!

- I know. I believe you now.

- Too late!

[Gunshot]

Get your car keys!

[Screams]

[Crying]

- You're not him.

[Siren blaring in the distance]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I didn't expect to see you back at work.

- Yeah, you and me both.

I figured taking one for the team would...

I'd be more than just a couple weeks off.

- Yeah, well, I got shot

and I was back in the office the next morning.

- The bullet has to actually enter your body to count.

You're aware of that, right? - Come on!

That was barely a flesh wound.

What's going on?

- Oh! McGrath, he copped to a guilty plea.

So, case closed, detective.

- He's just some nut who's trying to get attention!

- That may be,

but the lieutenant wants to clear this up,

so clearing it up.

- Well, the FBI can officially

close the case all they want.

It doesn't mean I'm gonna stop digging.

- I didn't expect you would.

I got your back, partner.

Oh, hey, I was wondering if you could

speak to your new boyfriend.

Maybe he could hook me up with a flat screen,

call it my wedding gift from you.

- You'll be lucky if you get a toaster.

- That's my girl.

- He asked me to

to move in with him.

- He did, huh?

You going to?

- Bit quick, don't you think?

- I'm about to marry someone I've known less than a year.

- Because you knocked her up.

- Cheap shot, Mitchell!

Besides, he seems like a stand-up guy.

- As opposed to the losers I normally attract?

- Exactly. We both know you'll screw it up before long.

May as well save on rent in the meantime.

- You know, right up until you got engaged,

I always assumed we'd get back together.

- Really?

- You're not supposed to marry a rebound.

- That may be,

but I guess I just figured I'd screwed things up between us.

- You did,

but it's not like they couldn't have been fixed.

- I'm sorry, Karyn.

- You should be.

♪♪

[Sighing]

[City rumble]

- Hey. How are ya? Remember me?

Det. McNabb. I'm Karyn's partner.

- Of course. Looking forward your wedding.

- That's right. You're the plus one, huh?

Listen, we're wondering if we can grab some of

your client records from you.

- Still working the Hades case?

- Just tying up a few loose ends.

- Yeah, follow me.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Lively music playing]

[Cell ringing]

- Hey, what's up?

- Hey! Hey, can you meet me at Murphy's?

- Yeah, what's going on?

- I gotta show you something.

You might be right about the feds having the wrong guy.

- I'll be there in 20.

- All right.

- Hey, Gav.

- Yeah.

- I think your car alarm is going off, man.

[Alarm blaring]

[Car honking]

[Alarm stops]

- Son of a bitch.

[Grunting]

[Groaning]

[Door opening and closing]

- Hey, Mike. You seen Gavin around?

- Ah, he went out to check on his car alarm a few minutes ago.

- Oh! OK, thanks.

- See ya!

- Gavin?

[Line dialling]

I have a police officer down!

I need an ambulance at Murphy's on Park Lane!

[Whispering]: Oh God.

It's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.

[Indistinct chatter]

- [Male officer 1]: Step aside, please.

- [Male officer 2]: Let him through, please.

[Woman on CB, indistinct]

- How you holding up?

- We need to get a list together

of all the known car thieves who work the area,

see if any of them come up as violent offenders.

- You're not working Gavin's murder, Karyn.

- Like hell I'm not!

- You need to take some time.

- I need to figure out who killed my partner!

- I understand you're upset. We're all upset.

But I can't risk a lawyer poking holes in an arrest

based on your involvement.

- Lieutenant--

- No, this is not open for discussion.

♪♪

- I've been calling you all night.

Where have you been?

Is something the matter?

Karyn?

[Sobbing]

♪♪

- Lieutenant, I need to be put on Gavin's murder!

- I understand you're hurting,

but everyone is doing their best

to solve the case.

- If that were true,

they would have questioned me by now.

- You're angry because you're not a suspect?

- He cheated on me, I was humiliated.

That's a motive! - Karyn--

- If they were doing their job, they'd rule me out.

- If it makes you feel better, they'll question you.

- The question they should be asking

is why Hades wanted Gavin dead.

- What, you believe these cases are related?

- I know they are.

- Gavin was stabbed,

and they took everything except some photo.

- Only to make it look like a robbery.

- Can you prove any of this?

- What photo?

- This isn't your case, detective. Myers is on it.

- I should be on it! Back me up here.

- I think the lieutenant's right.

I'm sorry, Karyn. You're too close.

- I can stay impartial.

- Your partner was killed. You shouldn't even be at work.

- Lieutenant-- - Stay out of the way, Karyn.

That's an order.

[Sighing]

♪♪

- What did you see?

♪♪

[Doorbell ringing]

[Door opening]

- Thought I'd give you a sneak peek of tomorrow's paper.

- "Continues to investigate"? This isn't true.

- My contact in your department says otherwise.

- If you don't get off my property

by the time I count to 5,

I'm arresting you for trespassing.

- The fact that you think Hades is back is newsworthy.

- Five, four... - I need to ask some questions!

- Three, two, one!

- It's for a story I'm doing on you!

- Most cops have switched over to the plastic straps.

Call me old school,

but I just love the feeling

of slapping metal on some lowlife's wrists.

- I know that your father

was one of the original Hades suspects.

I also know that you were the one who turned him in.

So, I suppose, technically, that was your first bust

and your first kill,

because Daddy got the death penalty, right?

Would you care to comment on that, detective?

- When's the story gonna run?

- Soon as I can confirm a few last details.

- I look forward to reading it.

Hey, Miles, remember those crowd shots

I had you grab from the 4th Hades crime scene?

- I figured you didn't need them

after the FBI made the arrest.

You want me to print you out a set?

- That'd be great.

- You arrogant bitch!

- Excuse me?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the problem?

- That I have to learn in the paper that

one of your detectives is still investigating my case.

- Nobody's investigating anything.

- That's not what the article says.

- I'm telling you the story is false

and that none of my detectives

are still investigating the Hades murders.

- If I find out otherwise there'll be hell to pay.

- Is that true?

- Of course not.

- Take the day off, Karyn.

I don't wanna see you back here until tomorrow morning.

- Yes, sir.

[Birds chirping]

- I'd hoped convincing you

to spend the night at my place for once

would trick you into not working.

- Sorry.

- What are you working on?

- Gavin was looking into a new lead when he was killed.

If I'm gonna figure out who killed him,

I need to find out what he was on to.

- You think Hades had something to do with his death?

- I do. You going to the gym?

- Yeah. Any chance you want to join me?

- Thanks, but I met my yearly quota when we first met there.

- So what did you and Gavin want with my files, anyway?

- What files?

- The client records Gavin grabbed from my office.

- When was this?

- The day he was killed. He told me you knew.

- No, I didn't.

- Oh. That's strange.

- That means whoever killed him took your files.

- Yeah, probably had no idea what they were.

[Sighing]

- Everything OK?

- You were there.

- What?

Uh, I was curious, so I went to go check it out.

- You didn't think to mention it to me?

- We'd just started seeing each other.

I didn't want to come across as a stalker.

Sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal.

- It's not.

- OK, I'll see you tonight. - OK.

[Kisses]

♪♪

[Door closes]

[Drawer creaking]

♪♪

- Karyn.

- Hey! Did you forget something?

- My iPod. What are you looking for?

- Where do you keep the extra towels?

- Closet in the hall.

- OK, thanks.

Have a good work out.

[Phone ringing]

- You missed our session.

- Oh! I'm sorry.

I completely blanked.

- Well, with everything going on,

that's to be understood.

- I'll reschedule our appointment.

- I'm not worried about our sessions.

I mean, you have my cell-phone number, right?

So please feel free to call me, OK? Anytime.

- Thanks.

- OK, well, I'll let you get back

to not working on Gavin's murder.

- All right.

[Sighing]

♪♪

[Paper rustling]

- Hey, babe.

- You're home late.

- One of my guys didn't show up for work.

I had to take over a job.

How was your day?

- Enlightening.

- Find something?

- Actually, I did...

The person who killed Gavin took everything,

even the files he got from your office.

But he missed one thing.

A picture from one of the crime scenes.

At first I couldn't figure out what I was missing

but then it hit me.

The TV, real high end. Just like you sell.

- Yeah, you knew we installed a system for one of his victims.

- Two of his victims.

This photo's from an earlier murder.

- It's a coincidence, I guess.

- Is it?

- Yes.

- What's your middle name? - Huh?

- Your arrest record didn't list one.

- I don't have one.

- Is this how you get off,

make me fall for you just to mess with me?

- What?

- Were you purposely trying to get

close to me to keep me off your trail?

- I have no idea what you are talking about.

- Why did you kill Gavin?

- You think I killed Gavin?

- Because you were jealous of him

and wanted to get him out of the picture?

Or because he figured out you're Hades?

- This is nuts! - Don't come any closer.

You're under arrest.

Turn around.

- You know, if you wanted to break up with the guy,

there are easier ways.

- His company did work for two of the victims.

- And I agree it's a coincidence.

- It's a statistical improbability.

- Doesn't he have a dozen employees?

- But only one was dating the lead detective.

- You're going on that?

- What better way to get ahead of me

than to stay on top of me?

- He has the alibi of literally

being on top of you during one of the killings.

- The Kerry McGrath copycat murder.

- And even if that's true, you don't have any evidence.

- Hades told me his wife died.

- So?

- Mark is a widower.

Hades doesn't have a middle name, neither does Mark.

- You're basing your entire theory

on the word of a serial killer?

- Just let me interrogate him.

- You're not serious?

- I can get it out of him.

- I just spoke with the receptionist

at your boyfriend's office.

- The suspect's office.

- Well, it turns out an employee

by the name of Danny Lang

worked both the victim's jobs.

- You question Lang?

- I can't track him down.

He didn't show up for work this morning.

I'm gonna go to his place.

- Take Karyn with you.

- Lieutenant...

- You're claiming that your partner and ex-fiancé

was killed by your boyfriend.

I'm not letting you anywhere

near the interrogation room.

Now, get out of here.

[Dog barking]

- Danny's a quiet guy.

Pretty much keeps to himself since his wife died.

- When was this?

- Last year. Cancer. Real sad.

Insurance screwed him over, from what I hear.

This is his unit.

[Knocking]

- Mr. Lang! Boston PD. You home?

Mr. Lang?

- Do you have your master key?

- Shouldn't you have a warrant or something?

- Just unlock it.

[Keys jangling]

[Lock clicking]

You arresting me or coming in?

[Door opening]

- Wait out here.

♪♪

♪♪

- "Dear, Karyn.

"I thought I could let someone else take the blame,

"but I guess you had other ideas.

"I'm sorry about your partner.

"It was never my intention to hurt you.

"Please know how much I enjoyed our talks."

[Door opens]

- It was Danny Lang.

- What? - He was the Hades Killer.

- I know he's been depressed since his wife died,

but this doesn't make any sense.

- I'm afraid it's true.

- So you've arrested him?

- He killed himself.

- What now?

- You're free to go.

I'm sorry.

- For what? Accusing me of being a psychopath?

- Yeah. - Pulling a gun on me?

- That too.

- Or just being a crappy girlfriend in general?

- You asked me to move in. I freaked.

- Sleeping with some random guy is freaking out!

You arrested me!

- Yes, I'm a crappy girlfriend.

I put my job ahead of everything and everyone in my life.

I've been doing it since I was 16,

when I turned my father in for murder.

By the time I did, he'd already killed 6 people.

I actually figured it out months before,

and it took me that long

to convince myself to go to the police.

During that time, he killed 2 more people.

I could've saved them and I didn't,

and I guess I've been trying to make up for it ever since.

Point being, if you were smart,

you'd run as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

But I'm really hoping you won't.

- I won't.

Come here.

[Car honking]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Floor creaking]

- What are you doing here?

- It's, uh, it's my case.

- How come I got called down?

- Uh, the victim's a friend of yours.

Do you have an alibi for last night?

- Funny. - It wasn't a joke.

He was working on a story about you.

- So?

- You aren't a fan of the publicity.

- Who told you that? - You did.

- You print anything that jeopardizes my investigation,

you'll be sorry.

- Are you threatening me

with a law suit?

- No, I'm threatening you.

- I didn't kill him!

- I believe you.

- Then why am I being treated like a suspect?

- Because, thanks to motive, you are one.

[Sighing]

- So, what now?

- I'll have ballistics compare the slug from Floyd

to Danny Lang's gun.

- You'll need my gun to compare the bullets?

- No, thanks. We have enough of your slugs on file.

- See, shooting all my suspects

actually comes in handy sometimes.

[Phone ringing]

- It'll blow over once they figure out

you had nothing to do with it.

- Anyway, thanks for letting me hide out here in the meantime.

- Stay as long as you like.

- You going into work?

- I can stay home with you if you want.

- I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Go.

[Kissing]

Bye.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Yeah.

- Hey, lieutenant. Any update on Floyd's murder?

- Karyn, where are you?

- You put me on administrative leave.

- I mean specifically.

We swung by your place and you weren't there.

- Why'd you go by my place?

- I just need you to come in to the station.

- What's going on, lieutenant?

- Ballistics connected your gun

to the one that was used to kill the reporter.

- That's impossible!

- Then bring it in to forensics

and we'll run another test.

- I'm being set up.

- Karyn, all I know is things will look a lot better

if you turn yourself in.

- I've been trying to find a connection

between the original Hades case and now.

My father was a suspect. It's me.

I'm the connection.

- Karyn, look, I just want you to come in to the station.

- I'm sorry, but I can't quite yet.

- Karyn!

[Man on CB, indistinct]

♪♪

[Door closing]

♪♪

[Dramatic music playing]

- Working late?

- Karyn!

What are you doing here?

- Have you heard? They think I killed the reporter.

[Sighing]

- Yes.

- I didn't do it.

- I believe you, Karyn,

but you need to turn yourself in.

- Is that your plan?

To send me to jail? - My plan?

- Or you gonna make me suffer through a trial

before you just kill me?

- I'm sorry. You've lost me.

- You changed your name, but this story's about you,

am I right?

- May I--

- Just stay right there.

Your parents were murdered

when you were younger, right?

- Yes.

- By my father.

This was about atonement,

just like you said.

- Well, you can't prove anything.

- No, not yet, but I will.

- So...

What now?

- I arrest you. Turn around.

Put the briefcase down and put your hands on the car.

♪♪

[Panting]

[Elevator bell dings]

[Dramatic music]

[Door closes]

[Grunting]

- Drop the gun or I slit your throat.

[Panting]

A little farther.

Oh, look at that.

Do you realize that if I had chosen

to jump from a place like this instead of that bridge,

that we wouldn't be having this conversation, you and I?

God, isn't that strange?

But you know that I'm glad that I lived,

because it revealed to me the purpose of my life:

to take yours.

- What happened to your parents was not my fault.

[Grunting]

- Yes, Karyn, it was.

- How can you believe that when I turned my own father in?

- But you knew that he was a murderer

months before that, right?

And during that time in which you did nothing,

your father killed my parents!

Do you see?

- I was just a kid.

- So what?

- Why didn't you just kill me?

- Because then you would die a hero? No, no!

You needed to suffer, just as I had.

- You're crazy.

- Well, that may be.

But you're the one who's about to kill yourself.

- Nobody's gonna believe I jumped.

[Chuckling]

- She--she called me. I mean, she was--she was hysterical.

She told me she was the one that had killed Gavin

and that reporter.

I mean, she confessed to me, lieutenant.

And I--I--

She told me she was going up there to kill herself.

I tried to get there as fast as I could

and I tried to stop her.

I was too late.

[Chuckling]

- Wait, wait, wait!

Just hold on. Listen.

We had a genuine bond. We did. You said so yourself.

- Yes. Yes, we did.

You're right.

And I enjoyed our conversations.

I enjoyed our conversations very much.

Goodbye, Karyn.

[Grunting]

- Give me the key.

- I don't have it.

- Give me the key or I cut off your hand!

- That's gonna make your whole suicide story

a little tough to believe, don't you think?

If I go, you go.

- OK.

Well, congratulations, Karyn.

[Knife clattering]

You got your man. - Wait, don't!

♪♪

[Grunting]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

[Panting]

♪♪

[Sirens in the distance]

♪♪

[Sighing]

- How you holding up?

- All things considered, I'm OK.

- Yeah? What you got there?

- Just some of my stuff.

- Thinking about doing something spontaneous like moving in?

- No, but I was thinking maybe we could start with a drawer.

- Wow!

You sure you're ready for such a big commitment?

- Baby steps.

♪♪