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Oh, God...

How long do you think until he comes back?

I don't know. Not long.

- I think I almost...
- Oh, God!

Come on.

You can do this. You can do this.

- Almost got my hands.
- Good. Good.

- I've almost got it.
- Good.

- Think he heard us?
- No, I don't.

I think we're okay.

I think we're okay.

I just want to see my husband.

I got it. I got it.

I got it. Oh, God.

- Hurry!
- Okay.

- Where the heck are we going?
- Let me out of here, please?

How do we get out of here? Oh, God.

Wait, wait, wait!

Grab this crate and pull it over here.

Okay. Okay. Let's...

- Okay.
- Okay. Go, go, go, go.

Okay.

Oh, God!

- Quiet! Shh!
- Don't make any noise.

Oh, my God.

I got it.

- Come on.
- Oh, my God.

- Come on. Hurry.
- No!

No! No!

Oh, God.

Oh! No!

No!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

What's going on? Huh?

You running from something?

Yeah.

There's a man.

A man took us.

911.

Listen, some lady's being
held hostage by my house!

Lieutenant, right this way.

I thought this was a rescue operation.

Yeah, so did we. That was the
initial call from dispatch.

We must have missed him by a few minutes.

And that was all that was needed.

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ We don't get fooled again ♪

♪ Don't get fooled again ♪

♪ No, no! ♪

It's all locked up.

Okay, let's wrap it up inside.

And let's move that out of there...

Wonder how long he kept these women
down here in this hurricane shelter.

Well, let's hope our
surviving victim can tell us,

when she's released from the hospital.

Looks like she was bound with
her own belt and clothing.

Okay.

Natalia, what's that?

Let's see.

Look at this.

Doesn't have any dust on it,
like the rest of the things.

So it was placed here recently.

Ether.

Duct tape...

Got pliers, a tarp...

- Otherwise known as a kill kit.
- Yeah.

We must've interrupted him.
That's why he left it here.

Cause of death: Asphyxiation.

Strangled with her own bra.

So we have a weapon of opportunity.

Lieutenant...

this doesn't look like the
typical defensive wound.

How do you mean?

Well, her fingernail is pried off.

Natalia...

Don't we have pliers in that trunk?

- Yeah, we do.
- So, she was tortured.

Hey, Tripp!

Yo!

- What do you got?
- Do you know if this house is for sale?

Talked to the friendly neighbor.
He said the guy that lived in here

got foreclosed on and evicted last month.

The guy sure left behind a lot of stuff.

Think he came back for it, and then some?

I don't know. Looks like our killer

used the keys out of
this lock box to get in.

I'll contact the bank in charge.

Have them send the records our way.

Thanks, Tripp.

Is this her? This is our survivor?
Michelle Baldwin?

Yeah. It says here

the forensic nurse had to give her fentanyl

so she could administer
the sexual assault exam.

Wow. What was the result?

No DNA was recovered.

Her attacker was careful. He wore a condom.

Okay.

- Michelle?
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Natalia Boa Vista.

This is Ryan Wolfe.

Did you catch him?

Uh, no, we have not caught him yet.

But we're hoping your memories
can help us track him down.

My mind is just really scrambled
up right now, I don't...

That's very normal with trauma.

So don't worry, we're going to
help you try to sort all this out.

Fine.

Michelle, do you remember how long you
were in that hurricane shelter for?

Yes. Just since last night.

But the other girl, Bridgette?

She told me that she had
been down there for days.

Did Bridgette ever tell you her last name?

Walsh. Bridgette Walsh.

She wasn't married, but she had a dog.

She had a... Labrador named Belle.

She kept saying she was really
worried about... the dog.

I should go check on Belle.

I should go make sure she's got...

you know, food and... water, and--

I promise you, we'll make
sure that Belle is okay.

But let's just focus
on you right now.

I think the best thing that
you could do for Bridgette

would be to try to share as much
of your story with us as you can.

Uh, Michelle, I was wondering

if you could remember any
physical characteristics

of the person who put you
in that storm shelter.

I was blindfolded. I mean, I...

- I wish that there was another way.
- Okay.

I do.

Well, he was strong.

He was really strong. I know that much.

I just felt so...

I just, I felt so small.

- Okay--
- No!

- Don't, please! Don't.
- It's all right.

Oh, don't worry. Don't worry.

You're safe here with us.
I promise you, you are safe here now.

I should've let Bridgette
go out the window first.

She should've been the first to go.

Michelle, nothing that happened in
that hurricane shelter was your fault,

or had anything to do with you.

Michelle? Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry.

- Mr. Baldwin?
- Yeah. Dennis.

I was in Tallahassee on business last night.

Started to worry when she didn't check in.

You know what?

I thought that you were
watching TV and fallen asleep.

Just please take me home.

Mr. Baldwin, we'd like to ask your wife a
few more questions, if that's all right.

I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- 'Cause I have to go home.

- It's okay.
- Why don't we do this then?

How about if we set up a session
with one of our therapists for later?

All right. That's fine. Let's go.

Okay. Okay, let's go.

How'd it go with Michelle Baldwin?

Well...

that poor woman has got a whole
lot of work ahead of her.

She's traumatized, and she's got
survivor guilt on top of that.

You learn anything
in this business,

it's that people are resilient.

She'll bounce back.

Yeah.

What do you have there?

Is that the information on
the foreclosure of the house?

Yeah. Miami United
owns the property.

They haven't heard a peep from the ex-owner.

Apparently, he was happy to
walk away from the mortgage.

Who had access to the lock box?

Guy who was in charge of
the case for the bank,

Hugh Parker.

Yes, I will call the office.

Oh, Mr. Parker, um, this is the
notice of default you asked me for.

Oh, Kayla.

I told you. Francis Street.
This is Harrington.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I could have sworn that
you said "Harrington."

Well, I didn't, okay?

Have someone at the office
get the right one for me.

- Hugh Parker.
- Come on, let's go.

- The owners need it in hand by noon.
- Hugh Parker?

Yes. Yeah, I got a call about
a crime at this property?

We need to talk to
you alone, please.

Go. Go.

Mr. Parker, somebody accessed your lock box,

entered the home, and killed a woman here.

Officers, you have to understand,

I'm supervising 73 properties.

I can't meet every broker
that wants to show one.

- What, do you just give them the code?
- Yeah. Exactly.

Seems to me anybody could call and
pretend to be a real estate agent.

Mr. Parker, who called on the Oak Street?

Dozens of people. But I'm
sure Kayla didn't keep track.

Her record-keeping leaves
a lot to be desired.

Yeah. I didn't think you
hired her for record-keeping.

Where were you this morning,
Mr. Parker?

I went to the office early.

Logged some time in the archive room,
looking for loan docs.

Can anyone confirm that?

Yeah. Kayla was there. She saw me.

How convenient.

You know, I'm sure
Kayla can confirm

just about whatever you
tell her to confirm, right?

The trunk came up totally empty for prints.

What about its contents?

These rags and duct tape are
about as generic as they come.

Available at any
hardware store in Miami.

Yeah. I'm not having much luck, either.

Bridgette Walsh was last
seen outside her gym

about a week ago.

And I can't find any connection
between her and Michelle.

Well, isn't Michelle a yoga instructor?
Did she work at Bridgette's gym?

That's actually a pretty good theory, but
no, they're from different sides of town

and they don't have
any friends in common.

Well, there's got to be something.

We need to take this
guy off the street.

Oh. Hello.

What is that?

Appears to be a piece of a wing,
possibly a butterfly.

- Do you know what species?
- By eyeballing it? I'm not that good.

All righty.

No, not that one.

There, that one.

Looks like the same design.

Cyclargus thomasi bethunebakeri.

More commonly known as the Miami Blue.

According to this, found only
in Fort Sherman State Park.

Over here!

Did you find anything?

Come here, boy. Come on!

Come on, buddy. Let's go, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Hey, H?

You're gonna want to see this.

Someone was planning a private burial.

You think this was made for
Bridgette and Michelle?

Could be.

H, Michelle got away, and he never
got a chance to drag Bridgette here.

Look at this vegetation.

There's someone else buried here.

So Bridgette wasn't
his first victim.

No.

We're dealing with a serial killer.

Her extremities have been bound
with clothing, like before.

The killer used the victim's
own bra to strangle her.

Just like Bridgette Walsh?

Hey, Tom.

Look at how Ryan's
holding his shovel.

Hey, Tom. Also make a note of how Ryan's

doing all the shoveling by himself.

I mean, look how he's holding it.

He's got his hand all the way
to the very end for leverage.

- So?
- Now look at this.

The shovel left at the gravesite.

The muddy handprints on this shovel

are focused at this end,
near the spade.

How I would hold it.

A girl.

A woman dug that grave.

He made his first victim dig her own grave.

We got an I.D. on that girl from the grave.

Allison Caldwell, 26.

Reported missing two weeks ago

from the restaurant where
she was a waitress.

She's also got the same signature
missing fingernail as the other victims.

Maybe it wasn't a torture
device like we thought.

Maybe the killer was taking a memento,
something to revisit the murder.

I don't understand why this
time he had two victims at once.

Probably was trying to stave off depression.

- What do you mean?
- Serial killers experience a high,

followed by a low when they realize
they no longer have anyone to toy with.

So he kidnaps his second victim while his
current victim's still alive in the shelter?

Yeah.

Okay, well, maybe we can stop that pattern.

Look at this.

- What'd you find?
- DNA.

In the form of a pubic hair.

Let's see if we can find
out who this belongs to.

- Art Gelway.
- Yeah.

Table 19.

What's this about?

Allison Caldwell.
We found her body this morning.

What? She's dead?

Yeah, she's dead.
She was also a waitress here.

We found your DNA on her

that suggests the two of you
had an intimate relationship.

And it turns out that you have a record.

Statutory rape. Years ago.

All right? The result
of me turning 18

before my high school girlfriend
and her father being a jerk.

That's Tricia.

We've been together for over a year now.

But you've been with Allison, too?

Yes. Okay?

A few weeks back, we, uh,
split a bottle of cab.

Wait. What about Tricia?

What she doesn't know won't kill her.

One thing led to another,
you know...

So you were cheating on your girlfriend?

Once, okay?

It was a mistake.

It also provided you
with motive, Art.

You were afraid Allison would tell Tricia.

Where were you this morning?

Here. Prepping this bar
for the lunchtime rush.

You the only one?

Yeah, so?

How many guys do
you think it takes?

So another girl named Bridgette
Walsh got killed this morning.

We think it was the same guy
that killed Allison Caldwell.

Mr. Wolfe, weren't those the
containers from the crime scene?

We do a lot of takeout business.

I'm gonna need the receipts
for the last month.

This man's a bartender at the Ale House.

He look familiar?

According to the receipts,
you got food there last night.

Is that the guy?

Is he the one that--
that grabbed me?

One of the other victims was
a waitress who worked there.

Her name was Allison Caldwell.

We found her body buried
at Fort Sherman State Park.

I remember I walked out of
the restaurant, and I...

I had the food in my hand,
and I went down the alleyway,

and then someone came--
someone came up behind me and

and-- and grabbed me

by my-- by my hair.

And the force was--

was so much that the food

got on-- on the ground,

and...

And then, there was this cloth
that got put over my mouth.

It tasted horrible, and..

I couldn't breathe.

Yeah, that was the ether
that knocked you unconscious.

Yeah, that makes sense,
because then,

I remember everything just got...

Everything went black.

And then, when I woke up, I was in
the shelter, and I had the blindfold.

No, no, no, it's okay.

It's okay. You're home now. All right? Okay?

Is that gonna be all for now?

I think we have enough.

Thank you very much for your help.

Yeah, that's all right.

Our missing woman's Wendy Gibson.
She works here at the flower shop.

- Any idea when she was taken?
- Yeah, about an hour ago.

Witness heard her scream,
and saw the car drive off.

Patrol found this ether rag.

Same M.O. as Michelle.

Wow. She was taken in broad daylight.

This guy is getting bolder.

I think you mean "they."

- What?
- Witness didn't see any faces,

but said there was a man
and a woman in the car.

A man and a woman.

So we're looking for a couple.

Hey, this is kind of extreme,
isn't it?

Murder and kidnapping? It's about
as extreme as you can get, dumbass.

What?

We know about the one-way
train tickets to Atlanta.

What were you running from?

If Wendy Gibson is still alive,

I can prevent you from
receiving a lethal injection.

Wait. Wendy who?

Oh, stop it. We ran your prints.

You're going by the name of Tricia Quimby,

but your real name's
Tricia Jackson.

You and a male accomplice
took a robbery charge

two years ago in Arizona.

And you came down to Miami
to select a new partner.

No. Actually,
I've been clean, okay?

I'm trying to start over,
do things right this time.

If Wendy Gibson is not alive,

you're both going to regret it.

Kidnap suspects are in custody,

but we're still looking for
the whereabouts of the victim

named Wendy Gibson, African-American,
30 years of age.

Hey, Tripp?

What do you got?

You said Wendy Gibson worked here, right?

Yeah, sales manager. Why?

She must have dropped these
when she was kidnapped.

- Along with those flowers.
- Yeah, but check this out.

There's some of that
fake grass. See it?

Yeah, but this place is an all-natural,
all-green, Earth Day kind of place.

Exactly, so maybe one of our
killers tracked it over here.

The blades from the floral shop
are polypropylene and nylon.

Dyed to mimic Kentucky Blue Grass.

So I'm guessing the exact
chemical composition

and color vary among manufacturers, right?

Yes. And I was able to trace these
back to a factory in Houston.

The sales department
should be sending me a list

of all the local contractors they sold to.

Oh, and here it is.

If we can find out which homes
they've sold the grass to recently,

we might have a lead.

Time to start making some phone calls.

Hey, nice work, Molly.

Hey, check for bank-seized homes.

The women this morning--
they were held in foreclosed homes.

Wendy?

Wendy Gibson.

No, please. Please don't hurt me, please.

It's all right, sweetheart.
We're the police.

I'm just gonna turn
you over slowly.

Easy. Easy, easy.

- Are you hurt?
- I don't know where they went.

I was-- I was drugged
with something,

but I-- I think I heard them.

It's her. She has to die.

She asked for it.
She brought this on herself.

Whatever it takes to protect us.

That's right.

- But when I woke up, I was blindfolded.
- Don't worry. It's okay.

We got 'em both
about two hours ago.

No. No, no, no,
that's not possible.

- What do you mean?
- They only left a few minutes ago.

I think you scared them away.
They were just here.

- Horatio?
- Mm-hmm.

Wendy can't positively I.D. Art or Tricia.

Have you followed up with the house, Frank?

Owners defaulted on their mortgage.

Miami United owns it now.

Guess who's in charge of the foreclosure?

- Hugh Parker.
- Yup.

Is that the same guy who had
access to the house this morning?

Yeah.

He and his secretary could be
covering for each other.

- Bring them in, please.
- What if they deny it?

Talk to the survivor.

So, you killed Allison
Caldwell and Bridgette Walsh.

I'm not gonna sit here and
listen to these accusations.

Sit down. You're not going anywhere.

Michelle?

Natalia Boa Vista, MDPD.

We found these, uh, in your office.

- That's just part of a game we play.
- It's part of a game?

Kayla, was there any other games
he had you participate in?

- Like what?
- Do you mind?

I don't know, like ending
the lives of two women--

abducting two others?

Hey.

I'm sorry, I haven't made that
therapist appointment yet.

I just haven't
really felt up to it.

That's okay, but I do really need your help,

and I was wondering if you could
look at one more picture for me.

It'll only take a minute.

Thanks.

Horatio.

So I, uh, I processed
Wendy Gibson's bindings

and I found this, but this
is too light to be Wendy's.

And too long to be a man's.

Could it be from the accomplice?

You know what? Let's run
it for Kayla Hammond.

Got it.

- You think I'm a murderer, too?
- We're looking for a couple.

Mr. Parker wasn't in the file room
that morning like he said he was.

Kayla.

Oh, really? Well, where the hell was he?

He was at my place,

just like he is every morning.

Okay. There you have it.
I'm banging my secretary.

But I didn't kill anyone.

- Can we go now?
- No, you can't go.

The two of you are the only ones with access

to both houses where the victims were held.

And your only alibi
is still each other.

What did you say this guy's name was again?

Hugh Parker. Does he look familiar?

I'm sorry, I... I really don't know.

Maybe. I mean, didn't
you say you were looking

for someone named Art last time?

Are you any closer at all
to finding this killer?

How many more victims are gonna--

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Uh, this is weird.

The hair DNA matches the control sample.

But we only did rape kits on the victims.

- Apparently not.
- Natalia.

We're out of paper towels.
I'll be right back.

Hold on, I'll be right there.

What the hell do you
think you're doing, huh?

Baby, baby, get in here.

- Babe, I caught her sniffing around.
- Ohh.

What do we do?

If we get arrested,
they're going to separate us.

We have to get rid of her.

That's really not a good idea.
Why don't you just put the gun down.

We can totally talk this through.

I'd actually like to
understand what happened.

Was he cheating on you with these women?

Of course not, but he would have.

Dennis has a very
powerful sexual aura.

It's hard work, keeping a marriage together.

Mm-hmm, like that waitress.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you.

Um, I'm actually on the fence here.

What do you recommend, Allison?

I would recommend this one,

and this one's my
favorite right here.

- This one's good right here?
- Mm-hmm, yeah, that's a really good one.

She was trying to lure him away,
but we didn't let her.

No.

She can't hurt you anymore, baby.

I love you so much, baby.

So, what was the whole escape thing about?

Why-- Was that part of the plan?

Were you just supposed to run
around the back of the house?

The escape was the best part.

You can do it.

You can do it, you can do it.

I've almost got it.

Oh, come on. You've almost got it.

- You can do it, you can do it.
- I'm trying, I'm trying.

Take your belt off.

Take your belt off right--

Turn around.

When those women fixate on Dennis,

they get this look in their eyes,

this hopeful look,

hopeful that he'll date them,

hopeful that he'll call them,
that he'll touch them.

And in those moments when
those same women think

they're going to escape,

they get that same hopeful look
in their eyes, except this time

they're looking at me.

- Yeah, you got it. You got it. Come on.
- Yeah.

- Come on...
- Stop! No!

No, no! No, no!

And I know it's the very last time

they will ever look that way again.

The very last.

No, no!

Oh, my God! No, no!

I told you about that already.

That was Allison. She was our server.

Talk about a couple of crazies.

Felt like they needed to kill those
women to save their marriage?

It's kind of ironic.

I mean, the relationship
that Dennis was protecting

was exactly the thing
that was making him sick.

What do you mean?

I mean, Michelle's the
dominant in the relationship.

Dennis was basically
crazy by proxy.

So you're saying insanity is contagious?

Yeah, in some instances.

It's called folie à deux--
madness shared by two.

It's a psychiatric syndrome

where delusional,
violent behavior is transferred

from one individual to another--

a codependency to the nth degree.

Oftentimes when you separate the pair,

the secondary regains their sanity.

Well, I can tell you this--
if I did what that man did,

I don't think I'd want my sanity back.

Michelle, there are ten
fingernails in this box.

I told you.

Dennis has a very powerful aura.

We want the names of every
single one of those women.

What does it matter what their names are?

They're dead.

It's not about them. They're not even here.

Michelle... who left you?

Who was it?

Everyone.

They all left me.

♪ Yeah! ♪