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[phone ringing]

[operator] 9-1-1,
what's your emergency?

[man] There's someone trying
to break into my house.

I think it's...

- I think they're after my...
- [glass breaking]

- They're in the house.
- [operator] Who is in the house, sir?

No!
Hello, can you please send...

Hello!
I've gotta get out of here.

You?!

- Late night?
- [sighs]

Just catching up on all
this undercover work

Zapata had with Keaton.

Still can't believe she's back.

I still can't believe that she kept
us in the dark about their op.

On paper, I almost get it.

They felt like they
couldn't take any chances.

Yeah, but in reality...

I feel completely betrayed
and backed into a corner.

Now I got no choice
but to send Zapata back

out on a mission
I never even authorized,

all while keeping
the CIA off her back.

Yeah, but, just remember.
She wasn't calling the shots.

Keaton was.

And with him still in a coma,
this is all on you now.

This must be how
Phil Jackson felt

when he was brought in
to turn the Knicks around.

He got fired, didn't he?

Don't remind me.

[laughing]
Sorry.

How's Jane doing?

She's good.

She's really good...

considering everything
she's going through.

The doctors,
they keep telling me

I gotta give her
breathing room

so she can figure out
what her "new normal" is.

I would love me some
"normal" right about now.

Same.

Zapata's supposed to be meeting
with Del Toro right this second.

I'm Tasha...
[shrieks]

The CIA would like a word.

You don't seem too worried
that she's meeting up

with a dangerous
cartel hacker.

[car tires screeching]

[banging]

[tires skid]

If I've learned one thing,
it's that Zapata

has no problem
taking care of herself.

Hey, listen,
you don't understand.

Unh!

[Patterson] The ZIP you were
injected with

has never fully
left your system.

It's killing you.

[Shepherd] If this Kallisto person
is still out there,

he might have a way
to reverse the effects of ZIP.

It's too late.

Whoa...

- Was it something he said?
- [sighs]

Kind of.

It's weird.

When I first
came out of that bag

and discovered all the things
I could do, the...

fighting styles,
the languages...

- The helicopter flying?
- [Jane] Hm.

It was all muscle
memory, instinct.

But now?

Every hit brings a rush
of memories of every hit

before it, every workout,
every lesson, it's, uh...

Overwhelming?

A little, yeah.

But I'd take Remi's
training memories over...

almost everything
else she did.

Well, speaking of your...

health situation.

Please tell me that
contains the stem cells

- that are gonna save my life.
- Not quite.

- But this is...
- A bracelet.

I was going to say

this is a "custom-designed
ultra-smart health monitor."

But, sure, "bracelet"
works, too.

- Okay.
- Dr. Roga identified

a dozen key
indicators associated

with the progression
of ZIP poisoning.

This tracks all of them.

Everything from heart rhythms
to oxygen saturation.

It even analyzes
the content of your sweat.

So, uh, it monitors how close
I'm moving towards death.

That's a little dark.

Don't think
of it like that.

Think of it like
it's your own

personal Patterson
with you at all times.

And that green light is
basically me waving at you,

saying, "Hi, hello,
everything's fine."

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Okay, now you have to
teach me that combo move.

- [chuckles] Okay.
- [chuckles]

- All right.
- Thank you.

Edgar! Hey...
Ooh!

Jeez, I did not see you there.

- Sorry, Rich.
- You're saying "sorry"

and yet I feel like
you're kind of blaming me

- for what just happened...
- Briana, thanks.

Where's the fire, Rich?

Long Island...

And it's not a fire.
It's a homicide.

An author of some repute
has wound up dead

and we need to get to
the crime scene, ASAP.

I don't understand.
Is that a tattoo connection?

Uh, you could say that.

[Rich] I believe this was
Jane's coming out party.

Times Square bomb scare?

Boy, try saying that
five times fast.

Times Square bomb scare,
Times Square bomb scare.

Times Square bomb scare,
Times Square bomb scare.

So, this is your
"tattoo connection"?

Several of these articles
are about corrupt officials

that were taken down
as a result of tattoo cases.

Methinks Jane
has a secret admirer.

Or not.
None of them actually mention her.

Most of these articles have
nothing to do with the tattoos.

They're not even
FBI cases, Rich.

So he was propped up...

Pen put in his hand,
post-mortem.

Killer trying to send
a message?

- Well, maybe they didn't like his last novel.
- Yeah.

[Reade]
Tell me about the victim.

[Patterson]
Uh, Winston Pear.

Became a bestselling author
when he latched onto

the whole
true crime fad.

I wouldn't say that
"he latched onto it."

More like he started it.

Kurt has all of his books.
Read two on our honeymoon.

But I read 'em on the plane,
okay, just to be clear.

Uh, "Winston Pear is
internationally renowned

"for his genre-bending novels
where fictional detectives

solve real crimes."

Oh, come on,
that is totally cheating.

He's also "renowned" for his
inability to write women.

They're either victims
or sex objects or usually both.

His writing is
a little "dated."

But his books have led
to actual arrests.

The Hell's Kitchen
diamond thieves.

The Coney Island
kidnappers...

They get it,
you're a super fan.

- I'm not a super fan.
- Whatever you say.

The blood spatter indicates he was
killed right there. And with that.

Then the killer
went through the house

and trashed everything
looking for something.

Or trying to make it look like
they were looking for something

to hide the fact that it was
actually a crime of passion?

Ooh!
Or a suicide.

Huh? See now we're writing
a mystery novel.

There's no computer.
Maybe the killer took it?

No, he was really
old school.

He only ever
used typewriters.

- Ugh, pretentious.
- [Weller] No, I mean, he thought

that it helped him connect
to the words more, like...

Yeah, all right,
I might be a super fan.

[Rich] Okay, uh, speaking of being
connected to the words more.

Here is something
that might help us.

A voice from beyond
the grave.

[operator] 9-1-1,
what's your emergency?

[Winston] There's someone trying
to break into my house.

I think it's...

- I think they're after my...
- [glass breaking]

- They're in the house.
- [operator] Who is in the house, sir?

Sir? Are you still there?

- Oh, I thought this would be longer.
- Wait, play it again?

- [operator] 9-1-1, what's your emergency?
- There's someone trying to break into...

Stop.
At the beginning.

That "tick" sound.

It almost sounds
like a... um...

[clock ticking]

- Huh.
- [loud ticking]

Winston was right here
when he first made the call.

[operator]
9-1-1, what's your emergency?

There's someone trying
to break into my house.

But the other sound
on that recording

could be that latch.

[Winston] There's someone trying
to break into my house.

[loud ticking]

A manuscript?

The plot thickens.

"Inked to Death:

A Jane Doe Mystery."

[Patterson] It's about Jane?

No, it's about
all of us.

[clock ticking]

If he was killed because
of what he was writing...

And the book is about us...

Then we just found ourselves
smack dab in the middle

of an old-fashioned
murder mystery.

♪♪♪♪

Looks like we're dealing
with a serial killer.

And not just any run-of-the-mill
Ted Bundy-type...

This is the work
of The New York Ripper.

Making this
his 35th victim.

And making him the deadliest serial
killer in this state's history.

[long whistle]
Life goals.

I'm sensing something.

There's a pattern
to these murders.

Jane's right.
Sorry I'm late.

The Nikkei opened
down 5% today

and my investors
are freaking out.

Such is the life when
you're an FBI super agent

and the CEO
of a major tech company.

Hmm.

If you connect the dots
to his kill sites,

they match the shaded area
to Jane's centaur tattoo.

[Jane's voice] Nice work, Peterson.
Nice work.

[Reade] Kurt Walker,
Edgar Reece.

Rich Dotbiz.

And he even got Special Agent
Peterson's first name right.

These "fictional
detectives" are us.

Except that I don't
have a centaur tattoo.

We've never worked a case
with a "New York Ripper."

I've never even heard
of that serial killer.

Also "Life goals"?

I mean, isn't death goals
the obvious joke?

[Patterson] Who does science
in 6-inch heels?

Why does he spend all this time
describing women's shoes?

Why not spend a paragraph
on Rich's loafers?

But he kind of did
get our essence.

[scoffs] Whatever,
Mr. "Billowing biceps, threatening

to rip through
his shirt."

[Reade] Winston Pear invents
a serial killer

and a tattoo to go with it
just to put us

in a story?
How does he even know us?

Invented a tattoo? Yes.
A serial killer, maybe not.

The reason we've never heard
of "The New York Ripper"

is because it's a name
coined by Winston.

He has a theory that
three dozen

real murders in Long Island

have been committed by
the same person.

Check out this tweet from
Winston's publisher:

"Next summer, Winston Pear
is going to unearth

New York's deadliest mystery."

Sounds like he was ready to name
a person that matches his theory.

Yeah, a name the real killer
doesn't want getting out.

Then why don't we just
skip to the end?

"As the team races the clock
to stop this anonymous

killing machine from taking
another life..." Oh.

It just stops.
It's not complete.

"Anonymous killing machine"
doesn't real help.

Yeah, it looks like
we need to figure out

how Winston was planning
on ending his book.

That's not gonna be easy.
His whole life was analog.

No computer, no cell phone.
His car has an 8-track.

Let's just hope Winston didn't
take the killer's identity

to the grave with him.

♪♪♪♪

Rich, coordinate with
local police and get

as much evidence as you can
back to our office.

I want a list of every suspect
they've got for all 35

- of those murders.
- Okay.

Looks like word got
out who died here.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey...

You see that guy on my six?

Could just
be a lookie-loo.

It could also be the killer
looking for the manuscript.

Sir? FBI.

Stop!
Got a runner!

[Weller on radio] Jane, do you have
eyes on him?!

[high-pitched ringing]

[muted] I need you
to intercept him!

Jane!

[both grunting]

[muted sound]
[Weller] FBI!

- But I didn't do anything.
- That's why you ran?

That's it.
Come on.

[distorted sound]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's just
a little denim burn

from when
I side-tackled that guy.

I'm talking about
before the tackle.

- C'mere.
- Hmm?

Patterson said that
your vitals spiked.

So, what was that?
Like, a migraine?

Not exactly.
More like a...

ear-piercing drone
followed by silence,

but it only lasted
a couple seconds.

A couple of seconds?
Jane...

I still got the guy,
didn't I?

Patterson said she's okay
with me being out

in the field as long
as I got this on.

But if you think I should
dial back on my activity...

No, I don't want you
to do anything for me.

All right, you gotta
do it for yourself.

- Trust your gut.
- [cell phone buzzes]

Suspect is ready for us
in the interrogation room.

Get this.
He's an agent.

CIA? NSA?

Nope, try again.

I'm telling you,
I'm just his literary agent.

When I heard about Winston,
I went right down there.

To steal evidence?

No, to make sure someone
was looking after

my client's
best interests.

Your dead client.

[sighs]
Now, that book,

that'd be worth millions,
wouldn't it?

Probably more now.

Wait.

You think I killed him?

No, no, no.

Okay, you're right.

I did want to get my hands
on the manuscript.

It is worth a lot,
but only

if it's delivered
to the publisher.

I was just gonna borrow it,

make a copy
and then put it back.

That's not still
an option, is it?

No.

But if you tell us everything
you know about the book,

maybe we'll keep you
out of jail.

Winston had been trying
to write

about the Ripper for years,

but he could never find
a way into the story.

Until Times Square got evacuated
because of a bomb scare

a couple years ago,
you remember that?

It sounds vaguely familiar.

Winston thought it was weird
that there was never

any follow-up about it,
so he pinged his NYPD contacts,

got in touch
with the beat cops

and bomb squad guys
that were there.

And that's when he found out
about... this naked lady

who came out of a bag,
covered in tattoos from h...

Holy...

You're her, aren't you?

Focus, Ronnie.

That was it.

He couldn't get that image
out of his head.

He had to write about it.

Where does the Ripper
come in?

The perfect mystery
needs the perfect

crime-solving team,
right?

For Winston,
she... you...

were the ideal foil
for the Ripper.

You're not represented,
are you?

I'm thinking
about getting into...

How does the book end?

I can't tell you.

I'm pretty sure that Winston's
not gonna fire you.

Well, I can't tell you
because I don't know.

He only trusted
a few select people

with the details
of his works-in-progress.

- Like?
- Like Frankie, his editor.

I don't know any other names
specifically.

They may be
in his notebook.

What notebook?

Winston kept all his notes
and research in a red Moleskine.

His theories.

Who he talked to
about the case.

It was like an extension
of his brain.

Never saw him
without it.

I've been looking through
all the murders

Winston attributed
to the Ripper.

No consistent M.O.

Some of them
look ritualistic,

others look
completely random.

The cops have over a hundred
suspects for them in total.

Why did Winston think
these were all done

by the same person?

Only one way
to find out.

You want me to do
a book report?

It's the best lead
we got going.

Make copies for everyone.

Hey, have you heard
from Zapata?

Not yet.

[Rich] So this is very,
very bad.

[Weller] Oh, yeah?
What's bad?

We've hit a dead end.

Literally.

The agents that went to pick
up Winston's book editor

found her
a little less than alive.

And unlike Winston,

whose murder was interrupted
by a 911 call,

looks like the Ripper really
took his time with this one.

[Jane]
Her lips are sewn shut.

It's not too hard to figure out
what that means.

He's silencing anyone
connected to the manuscript.

What about Winston's notebook?

Talked to local PD.

Not only was it
not taken into evidence,

but CSU didn't even list one
in their crime scene inventory.

So, either they haven't
found one yet, or...

Someone took it.

[Jane] If the Ripper has
Winston's notebook,

that means
he's got a road map

to everyone he needs
to kill next.

[suspenseful music plays]

The placement
of the murder weapon,

the wealth of physical
evidence...

These crime scenes,

they're almost...
too perfect.

[gasps]

I can't.
We can't.

We can.

Not here, not again.

I just keep thinking
about your wife.

Oh, to hell with
my disinterested wife!

Shh!

Maybe this will help
set the mood.

[romantic music plays]

"The forbidden lovers share
a toast before embracing.

Their bodies intertwining
like two snakes in a pit of..."

- [Rich] Oh, my God.
- Okay.

Well, you get the picture.

Yeah, I would like
to send it back.

Also, it says
I have a wife.

Okay, first of all, if I was married,
which I never would be,

I would have multiple wives
and a husband.

And what does it even mean
for a crime scene

to be "too perfect"?

Speaking of not having

any grounding in reality,
listen to this.

"Rich Dotbiz, willing to put
his criminal past behind him

"and work with the Feds

"not out of a desire
for redemption,

"but out of
a desire for friendship.

"True friendship.

"Something that's
always been lacking

in the life of this spastic
emissary of chaos."

Where does he come up
with this crap?!

Yeah, where does he?

Okay, talking to his usual
law enforcement contacts,

I can see how Winston
figured out

much of the stuff
in this book.

But the fact that you
don't have any friends?

Hey, okay,
I have friends, all right?

They're just... in Canada.

And how the hell
does Winston Pear

know where I keep
my celebratory reserve?

Hmm, I see what you're saying.
Let's get drunk.

- No.
- No, we have a rat.

Is the book that bad?

No. Well, yes.
[chuckles]

That's not
what's bothering me.

All this reading in
this fluorescent light

is just killing my eyes.

You okay?

Do you wanna keep going?

Yeah, yeah.

Check out the size
of these forensics reports.

It's pretty extensive.

When's the last time you saw a
forensics report that complete?

Uh, never.

It's as though
every piece of evidence

CSU would expect
to find was left

right where they would
expect to find it.

The Ripper has to be a cop.

Someone in the office
was talking to Winston.

What?

The devil is literally
in the details.

What's in the drawers. Who's keeping secrets.
Jane's migraines...

Wait, he wrote about
my ZIP poisoning?

No, I think he thinks
you're pregnant.

Or psychic.

Or pregnant and your baby's
gonna be psychic?

The only way Winston
could know this stuff

is from someone who is
in very close proximity to us.

Yeah.

But who?

Uh, class,
if you would, please,

turn to page 77
in your textbooks.

I can't believe this.

- Did I step out of bounds?
- Step out of bounds?

I think you just broke
this whole case wide open.

We need to talk to you.

[Reade] It can wait.

[Weller]
Rich has got something.

No, Briana's got
something.

It's incredible.

You came up with this
on your own?

No, you guys had
most of the pieces,

I just... filled in
the blanks.

People say
I'm a perfectionist,

that I dot every "I,"
cross every "T."

It's just that
when I see

even the smallest
detail missing,

it's like a black hole,
sucking me in.

I guess that,
where everyone else

sees the world
as it is,

I see the world
as it isn't.

I see what's not there.

Well, you're wasting
your talents behind a desk.

You need to be
in the field.

With a gun and a badge.

[Reade] "Welcome to the Big Leagues,
Briana."

Should I keep reading,
or do you have

- something to tell us?
- Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

I thought I was just...

Winston Pear reached out to me
to help him with the research.

I didn't realize...

How much trouble am I in?

Why did you do it?

[Briana] I... I didn't realize
what I was doing.

When he first reached out,
he was just asking about protocol, procedure.

When he started
to ask about you guys,

I thought
it was off the record.

How did he even find you?

[Briana] I went to college
with his stepdaughter.

I thought it was weird

when he reached out to me
of all people.

It just felt good
to be useful, you know?

He said that I was helping
to catch a dangerous criminal!

We catch criminals here
every day.

No, you catch criminals
here every day.

I get people
to sign things.

[Weller] How long had you two
been talking?

About a year.

The deeper he got
into the book,

- the more he'd call.
- [watch beeps]

Patterson's got something.

See if Briana here
knows something

that'll help us
catch this guy.

Break in the case?

In the book,
the FBI was fixated

on specific cuts found
on the victims.

So we looked for cuts in
the real world, and we found...

every victim has incisions made
with a scalpel-like knife.

The cuts were
surprisingly precise,

slicing the dermis but not
the subcutaneous tissue.

Suggesting that the killer has
a medical background.

You don't need to go to medical
school to be good with a scalpel.

No, but it helps.

And it gave us
another vector

in our hunt for
Winston's suspect.

Vector one...
Long Island residents

who work
in law enforcement.

[Rich]
It's a long list.

Vector two...
Have a medical background.

[Rich]
Slightly shorter list.

Vector three...
Have worked or lived

near the murder clusters.

- That's a very short list.
- How short?

One name...
Gerald "Geri" Savitt.

He's a detective with the Suffolk County PD.
Former paramedic.

The best part, as a child,
he had a history

of abusing animals.

I don't know why I said that
with a smile on my face.

It's a hallmark
of burgeoning serial killers.

How positive are you
that this is the guy

Winston ID'd as the Ripper?

I found a Post-It note

with the words
"Falcon Head" written on it.

Falcon Head happens to be
the name of a ranch

owned by Savitt's parents,
where he grew up, so...

- 73%.
- 1,000%.

What are you gettin'
mad at me for?

Have a little
confidence.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Weller] Did he ever talk
to you about his theory?

Who he thought did it?

Not specifically.

But he did once
refer to the killer as "GS."

[Jane] He did?

[Briana] It was during the last call
that I got from him.

It was...
It was a different kind of call.

He didn't ask
about you guys.

He just wanted to talk.

He sounded frustrated
and a little drunk.

He said that he was having
doubts about his "GS" theory.

What kind of doubts?

[Briana] He had just gotten ahold of
some kind of travel records.

He said that they gave "GS"
too many alibis.

Winston was worried that he'd
have to go back to square one

or abandon the entire book.

Great.

So the book might not
just be incomplete.

It could be worthless.

♪♪♪♪

Rise and shine,
sweetheart.

Look, I'm telling you,
you got this all wrong.

[tasing, men groaning]

[stun guns buzzing]

We need to hurry.

There are more CIA operatives
on the way.

I'm a friend
of Madeline's.

Let's go!

♪♪♪♪

I can feel the Ripper
slipping away from us.

Every lead drying up.

He's gonna kill again soon,
and what are we doing?

Just chasing our tails.

I don't like what this case
is doing to you.

Yeah, well...

You wanna catch
a monster...

sometimes you gotta
become a monster.

Well, before you do
anything rash,

you might want
to take a look at this.

♪♪♪♪

- Is that...?
- It is.

- Does that say...?
- It does.

Took two tests
just to be sure.

We're going to be
parents.

I "glove" you.

I "glove" you.

[Rich]
"I glove you"?

There's typos in this.

Why are you still
reading that drivel?

The killer is still out there,
primed to strike again.

Nothing in that book
is gonna stop him.

All right.
Wait a second.

What if they're not typos?

What if it was
a mechanical failure?

Holy crap.

- I'm not following...
- No time to explain!

- Oh, hey.
- Rich.

Oh, yeah, you know what?

You got me and Patterson
all wrong.

Also, I have friends, okay?

You would know that
if you came

to my Cinco de Mayo party
last September.

Also, I'm sorry
I didn't invite you

to my Cinco de Mayo party
last September.

Briana.

Hi.

Now, she's been talking
to Winston... a lot.

Yes.
So I gathered.

So we thought maybe
looking at some evidence

might help her remember
some useful information

from their conversations.

How do we know
if Winston's research

is even useful anymore?

These are copies
of the travel records

he got ahold of
last week.

They show that
Gerald Savitt traveled

- [high-pitched ringing]
- for criminology lectures around the country

and wasn't even in the state
for most of the murders.

So he was right
to abandon that theory.

So you're saying that the Ripper
killed Winston for nothing?

Just because of a tweet
that said he knew who did it?

[Weller]
I don't buy it.

Something in Winston's
investigation

- spooked the Ripper.
- [ringing continues]

Someone he talked to.
Someplace he went.

[Rich]
Behold!

I give you Winston's
primary typewriter.

It's in nearly every photo
taken of him.

Now, when they found it,
there was no paper in it

and the ribbon was clean,
so kind of a dead end, right?

Not really a lead.

- Check this out.
- [typing]

- Huh.
- [hitting keys]

Huh?

The "L" and the "G"
typebars...

are stuck together.

So Winston switched
typewriters.

Each ribbon makes an imprint
for every keystroke.

So, if we can just get our hands
on the right typewriter,

we could figure out what Winston
was typing on his last days.

Including whatever didn't make
it in the final manuscript.

You know, some pages
could have been discarded.

Maybe the killer
took some out.

Now, based on the slight

typeface differences
in the final chapter,

it's clear that Winston
switched to an IBM Selectric.

I already called Nassau PD,
they said a Selectric

was found at the scene
of the crime.

I told them not to touch it,
that I'd be right up there to get it.

As long as you guys are cool
with me driving up there.

Fine, but you can't go alone.

Do I get to pick
my away team?

I'll... I'll go with him.

- You sure?
- [Jane] Yeah.

I could use some fresh air
and sunlight right about now.

[Rich] All right! Keys?

Be careful.

- Shotgun. Driving.
- Okay. Just...

♪♪♪♪

Aren't you curious
on who just saved your life?

You're Dominic Masters,
security consultant,

and Madeline's first hire

after she took over
HCI Global.

You've spent the better
part of two decades

working for oil companies,

setting up
their operations

in hostile regions
around the world.

But I got the picture
you weren't the kind of guy

who liked getting
his hands dirty.

My hands look dirty to you?

So how long were you
tailing me?

Madeline just sent me
here today.

Really?

Just today, huh?

You just so happened
to be there

when I got nabbed
by the CIA?

Yeah.

Actually it was the cartel
she was worried about.

You're lucky I was there.

Now let's get you safely
back to the States.

No. No!

I have to get back for
that meeting with Del Toro.

Not gonna happen.

You missed your meet
with Del Toro,

and guys like that
don't wait around.

For what Madeline's offering
his boss, he might.

And if there's any chance
he's still there,

I have to take it.

We both know what'll happen

if I show up to Madeline
empty-handed.

Yeah, I do.
Which is why I need to bring you back.

[stun gun powering up]

I'm going back
with or without you.

So you can show up
with nothing,

or you can show up
with me and Del Toro.

Fine.

One stop before
the airport.

[Weller]
What is Falcon Head?

Savitt's childhood home.

It was a major clue
that Winston was zeroing in

on Savitt as
his prime suspect.

But we already
ruled him out,

so unless he's got
an evil twin...

Can you pull up
the persons-of-interest list

- on all 35 murders?
- [Patterson] Yeah.

One... super long
persons of interest list.

Hmm, more like men
of interest list.

There's no women on it.

Well, statistically,
85% of serial killers are...

Oh, my God.

- Briana, you're a genius.
- I am?

What if Winston was
so blinded by the stats,

not to mention his own
unconscious bias,

- that he missed a suspect?
- [papers shuffling]

Someone who shared geography
with Gerald,

who crossed paths with

the same people
he crossed paths with.

Someone who spent a lot of time
at Falcon Head.

I thought you were
just kidding

about the whole
evil twin thing.

I was.
But Gerald has a stepsister.

Iris Bricklemyer.

[Weller] As a kid, she lived
with Gerald for half the year.

They were roommates for
a chunk of their adulthood.

She's a cop, too.

Auxiliary officer, SFPD.

[Reade] Please tell me her
day job was in medicine.

Uh, no,
but she did do this.

[Weller]
That's cute.

[Reade]
Yeah, in a horrifying kinda way.

Yeah, and it's much
harder than it looks.

Making these dioramas
requires

a hobby knife
and surgical precision.

Hobby knife's a lot
like a scalpel.

[Patterson]
Exactly.

No wonder these crimes
look staged.

The victims were posed.

She was making art.

Life-sized versions
of her dioramas.

[Weller] We can't afford
to be wrong again.

Can you check to see if she
ever traveled with her brother?

♪♪♪♪

[high-pitched ringing]

You okay?

I... I don't know.
My vision's getting all...

Your vision's
all what?

[distorted sound]

Rich...
I can't see.

What? Should we go
to the hospital?

We should go to
the hospital, right?

[Jane] No, no, no.
We're already here.

- Just get the typewriter ribbon first.
- Really?

Yeah, you want to come
all the way

back out
to Long Island?

Okay, you make a valid point.
I'll be quick.

Oh...

[panting]

♪♪♪♪

Iris never traveled
with her brother,

which means his alibis
are not hers.

And look at this.

All those times
the police were called

to Gerald's house
as a kid

for animal abuse?

They match
the custody schedule

his parents had
for Iris.

Gerald was covering for
his stepsister.

Send that photo
to Jane and Rich

of our new
prime suspect.

Yep, sending it now.

[beeping]

Whoa, wait a second.

Jane's vitals just spiked.

What do you mean,
"spiked"?

She's in distress.

♪♪♪♪

[phone vibrating
and beeping]

[Weller]
Jane, you okay?

No, she's not.
She's blind.

And that woman you just
sent us a picture of?

I'm pretty sure
she just took her.

[distorted sounds]

[Iris] Winston thought
my brother was the killer?

Geri?

So Winston had no clue

who I am,
which means

once you're dead,
no one will.

You kill me, the entire FBI
will be looking for you.

[Iris]
Let them try!

What I've got planned,
it'll be worth it.

[Jane] Why?

What did all those victims
do to you?

They're not victims.
They're subjects.

They should feel honored

that I chose
to immortalize them.

Honored?
You murdered them.

We all die, Jane.

Only a lucky few of us

get to do it with purpose
and intent like you.

♪♪♪♪

Doesn't Jane's health monitor
use a cell chip

- to send you data?
- Yes.

But to triangulate
her position,

the phone needs to ping
three cell towers.

Right now it's pinging only
one in a very rural area.

The search area is at least
100 square miles.

The signal's glitching
pretty bad.

[Rich] Oh, I never should have
left her.

I should've stayed in the car.
I should've taken her

to the hospital.
This is all my fault.

[Weller]
What if it's not glitching?

What is she's
sending us a message?

[beeping]

[beeping]

Thank God
for Morse code.

[beeping continues]

[tires screeching]

[tires skid]

No!
Stay here.

It's bad enough that
I'm getting here late.

I show up with a face
Del Toro isn't expecting,

I'll lose him for sure.

You remember
what happened last time

you showed up here alone?

I don't have a choice.

♪♪♪♪

[phone ringing]

[ringing stops]

Del Toro.

[distorted voice]
You're late.

- Yeah, I, uh...
- [distorted voice] I don't care.

The only reason
I still have my freedom

is because I know when not
to walk into a room.

And my gut tells me
to stay the hell away from you

and your friend
in the car.

Hey, come on a...
a deal's a deal.

I help up my end,
now it's your turn.

[distorted voice]
The deal was for a set meet

at a set time
and you missed it.

Tell your boss you can find
a new hacker.

[line disconnects]

♪♪♪♪

So what happened?
Was he there?

No.

But this was.

He's in.

Gonna meet us
in New York.

Guess I'm your lucky
rabbit's foot.

You get to fly back alive

and give Madeline
the good news.

For a second there,

I thought you were
really screwed.

[engine starting]

♪♪♪♪

[stairs squeaking]

It's a shame
Winston called 9-1-1.

I didn't get a chance
to complete my work on him.

[distorted sound]

What a stupid, wrong-headed
name to give me.

"The Ripper."

Animals rip.

I create.

When you die...
Jane Doe.

[distorted sound]

What story do you want
your body to tell?

I don't know.

Maybe something
like this!

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[beeping]

[Rich] "West. Route 27.
Five miles. Turn north."

That must be all she
could have figured out

about her location
as her vision was fading.

[stammering] So how
much does that narrow

- the search area?
- Not enough.

Briana, let's get every agent we
can out there, all hands on deck.

Iris has to own some
property out there.

Like a cabin, lodge,
something.

Wait, her aunt and uncle
own a vineyard out there.

It's closed
for the season.

Let's move.

♪♪♪♪

[stone clatters]

[saw banging]

[Iris chuckling]

If you want
to play games,

why don't you come
a little closer?

You really think
you can stop me

with that little thing?

Watch me.

[glass shatters,
Jane and Iris grunting]

♪♪♪♪

[Iris shouting,
both grunting]

Unh!

♪♪♪♪

[helicopter overhead]

Kurt...

♪♪♪♪

[monitors beeping softly]

Hey.

♪♪♪♪

You still can't
see anything?

No.
Just darkness.

It's happening,
isn't it?

What Patterson warned us
about after Tokyo.

My body's starting to forget
how to function.

No.
[stammering]

We don't know that
that's what it is.

Rich and Patterson,

they're off talking
to the doctors and...

...we're gonna
work this out.

Can I get you
anything?

No.

No, just...
keep talking to me.

- Okay.
- [chuckles]

How about...
[grunting]

How about I read you
something

from this
really great book.

"Inked to Death:
A Jane Doe Mystery."

No.

- [both laughing]
- No.

- Okay.
- [both chuckling]

That guy was wrong
about everything.

[Weller] Not everything.
He knew that

- you were gonna take down the Ripper.
- [Jane] Mm.

And, I guess he knew how much
we "glove" each other.

[both laughing]

- I do "glove" you.
- Mm.

I do.

I can't see
how worried you are...

but I can feel it.

Can you feel that?

That's all you need
to worry about.

[sighs]

We've been through worse.

And we will
get through this.

I promise.

♪♪♪♪

[Reade]
Your communications

with Winston
were irresponsible,

they were misguided,

- and a complete breach of trust.
- I understand.

I wasn't finished,
Briana.

They also
were not illegal.

No actual classified
information was shared, so...

Wait.

So, I'm not fired?

No, you're suspended.

But the real punishment
begins when you get back

and you have to earn the trust
of your colleagues again,

- which won't be easy.
- Thank you.

I won't
let you down again.

Yeah, well, everyone
deserves a second chance.

- Get out of here.
- Thank you.

[watch beeps]

W-Wait, Briana.
Question, um...

You spoke to Winston
for a year,

gave him details about
the entire team,

but Zapata didn't show up
in the book at all.

How come you didn't
tell him about her?

I did.

Winston said that,
as a character,

Zapata was too combustible,
too self-destructive.

He wanted to give the cops
in his story a happy ending,

but for Zapata he just
couldn't find one.

For her, or anyone
close to her.

Thank you.

♪♪♪♪

[phone beeps]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

- I-Is she...?
- No. She had a grand mal seizure,

but she's in recovery.

She's stable now.

Things were a little scary
for a minute,

but... she's okay.

♪♪♪♪

What is it, Patterson?

Grand mal seizures
were listed

in Dr. Roga's files.

Combined with Jane's
hearing and vision loss,

all signs point
to the ZIP

having reached
her parietal lobe.

Which means she doesn't
have much time left.

How much?

Weeks? Months?

No.
As in, days.

Maybe less.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[man]
Greg, move your head.

♪♪♪♪