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Here's the thing about apologies...

They don't come naturally to me.

Making friends?

Filthy creatures.

Oh, it's all part of the food chain, Bud.

Just be glad you're at the top,

right below me.

Her name is Niki Shumaker.

She's 18 years old.

Her student I.D. tells me she's
a freshman at Hoyt University

and her credit card and cash tells me

this wasn't a robbery.

The bartender discovered the body

just after closing time, called it in.

Immediate cause of death
appears to be exsanguination.

Killer slashed her throat.

We searched the dumpsters,

canvassed the area for a knife.

Nothing turned up.

I don't think we're looking for a knife.

The edges of the wound are too jagged.

The neck was somehow ripped open.

Skirt's torn and no underwear.

Possible sexual assault.

I'm afraid that's likely.

Bartender says our victim

made quite a splash here last night.

Apparently, she walked around the bar

kissing one random guy after another.

Well, maybe someone
wanted more than just a kiss

and followed her out.

Which means there was a bar full
of suspects here last night

who are now long gone.

We have their faces.

Yeah, but was the killer

in front of the camera or behind it?

Tox screen was negative.

But her blood alcohol was .1.

No apparent signs of sexual assault.

Huh.

In fact, no signs of sexual activity ever.

Sounds like Niki wasn't the wild child

we saw in the photographs.

You know, I'm amazed...

Anybody gets out of college alive.

I mean, I know I had some times

that I am legally forbidden to speak of.

Did things get crazy in the game room?

Yeah.

Okay.

Someone has drawn circles
on her abdomen...

and hips,

both sides.

A chunk of hair has been cut away,

and there is trace

on the remaining shafts... red.

What? Is it blood?

No. It's powder.

Could be transfer from the murder weapon.

Oh, and we've got a white paste

right below the hairline.

Yep.

You know, these markings,

they might be ritualistic,

like wiccan or satanic.

Or Greek.

I think your college student
here was pledging a sorority.

What makes you say that?

Those blue circles are a hazing ritual

where the pledges have to strip naked

so the members can mark
fat spots with a pen.

Oh. People wonder
why we have eating disorders.

I'll call Bud and tell him
to get over to Hoyt University.

You know what? I'll go with him.

He's gonna need a translator.

I was Zeta Theta Kappa.

Of course you were.

So, Jazmin, could you check these over?

We found them on Niki's phone.

Yeah. I took these.

Niki was on a kissing spree.

What?

You have to kiss as many boys
as you can inside an hour.

It's hazing.

Uh, it's tradition.

It Bonds us to the sisterhood for life.

You use all the lingo,

but you completely miss the point.

My sorority sisters never put
each others' lives in danger.

We actually looked out for each other.

Um, were there any other, uh, traditions

that Niki endured?

Uh, she had to go commando for a week.

No underwear.

Yeah, I got that one.

Was Niki forced to cut off
a clump of her hair, too?

What? No.

Look, I liked Niki.

I was trying to help her
come out of her shell.

She had a rough life.

She lost both of her parents.

She was shy, looking for
a place to belong,

a family.

Family? You left her in a bar.

Because she asked me to.
She wanted to hook up.

Yeah, well, she died in an alley instead.

Jazmin,

pictures?

I don't know any of these guys.

Wait.

I didn't take this last one.

Niki took this herself after I left.

I know that guy.

Who is he?

Jack Gordon.

He was in Niki's biology class.

He was obsessed with her.

Total stalker material.

Want to die.

Okay.

So you refill the reservoir

from the insulin vial...

program the pump,

and change the batteries
every two weeks. I know.

Okay. Now I know that you know.

It's too much, mom.

I mean, keeping a food diary

and carb counting and insulin levels...

And now I have to check in
with you every few hours?

Yes. What if you're all alone,

you go into diabetic shock again?

I need to know where you are at all times.

You said I'd be able to do

all the things I've always done.

You can, you can,

but it's just gonna be
a period of adjustment.

It's not gonna happen overnight, okay?

I can't wait till Aidan gets back

so you can leave me alone.

I heard that.

We found 31 photos
of Niki kissing 31 guys,

and you know what I find curious?

Yours was the very last photo.

The very last person to kiss her,

probably the last person to see her alive.

Niki's dead?

Murdered, actually.

Did you wait for Jazmin to leave
so you could get Niki alone?

N... n... no. Niki kissed me and left.

Did she go out the back, 'cause
we found her in the alley?

You cornered her, didn't you?

- Things got out of hand.
- Makes sense.

Jazmin said you were obsessed with Niki.

Said you'd followed her around
like a little lost puppy.

Jazmin is a stuck-up bitch.

Wow. That's quite a temper.

Jack, you knew Niki was gonna be

at that bar last night, didn't you?

I overheard her telling friends.

And you wanted to kiss her.

Yeah, I mean...

It... it was, like, my only chance.

She... she wouldn't do it otherwise.

Not with someone like me anyway.

I'm not buying the martyr act kid.

Stay local.

I got a feeling we're gonna
see each other again real soon.

Help me out, Bud.

I mean, the baby shower's
only a few days away.

How am I supposed to get the perfect gift

if I don't know the sex of the baby?

What's the big mystery? Jeannie
had horrible morning sickness.

She's having a boy.

Actually, my gut tells me it's a girl.

You're never gonna break me.

We ready to get started?

Uh, yeah.

First you need to check this out.

Frontal and ethmoid nasal bones
are completely shattered.

Maybe the suspect punched her.

Well, if that were the case,
we'd usually see

a cleaner fracture pattern.

I mean, this looks like somebody

stuck a screwdriver up her nose

and started spinning it in circles.

Ethan.

Yeah?

I think I'm gonna need the stryker saw.

Oh, no. I know that look.

You want to tell us what's going
on in that brain of yours?

It's not my brain I'm worried about.

Goggles.

Thank you.

Shield.

Saw.

Oh, my God.

That is just what I was afraid of.

Someone has removed her brain.

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Original air date April 10, 2012

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You knew what you were gonna find

before you cut into the skull.

I suspected it.

How? I mean, who suspects a missing brain?

Because I've seen it before,
three years ago.

It was my very first case when
I was a fellow in Fox County.

The victim's name was Jennifer Marshall.

She was the third woman found

with throat slashed, nose battered,

brain removed.

Your first case was a serial killer?

That's a tough break.

Yes, I remember this.

The... the guy was a... a wealthy
video game designer.

Oh, that "Pyramid Invaders" guy.

Wilson Polley.

Back in the good old days,

during mummification, the Egyptians,

they would shove an embalming hook

up a corpse's nose,

then punch right through the nasal cavity,

and churn the brain into a soup

and pour it out through the nostrils.

He described his entire methodology

in a TV interview?

One year before the first murder.

That is very ballsy.

Wilson thought he was
too smart to get caught.

Big mistake.

All of his victims
were members of the P.T.A.

at the high school
that Wilson's daughter attended.

They were all women that he had asked out.

I remember hearing about this.
It was all over the news.

Rejection was his trigger.

Okay, so Wilson Polley
is serving a life sentence.

So who killed Niki Shumaker?

Copycat killer, obviously.

With intimate knowledge of the crimes.

We don't normally release
these kind of details.

No, we don't. But you know who did?

The original suspect in the killings...

Daniel Grubstick.

He wrote a tell-all book
clearing his name.

Original suspect?

Try new suspect.

A copycat killer? You're kidding.

You're not kidding.

Would you mind taking a look

at some crime scene photos
of the new victim?

Why'd you bring 'em to me?

Well, you are the world's
self-proclaimed expert

on all things Wilson Polley.

Maybe you'll see something that we missed.

Ah. Flattery will get you
everywhere with me, Dr. Hunt.

But I think this is
more about due diligence.

I was a suspect before
so I'm a suspect again.

Right?

Smart man.

Yeah, I am.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Not Niki?

Wait. Uh, you knew Niki Shumaker?

Of course. I was
her high school English teacher.

But her real name is Niki Marshall.

Wait.

Jennifer Marshall's daughter?

That was Wilson's last victim.

She must have changed her name
to get a fresh start in college.

So this wasn't random.

The killer knew exactly who she was.

Niki was a good kid. What a tragedy.

Tragedy has been good to you.

Good to me?

My life was turned upside down

because I happen to be in Jennifer's house

three hours before Wilson murdered her.

Um, I didn't read your book.

Why exactly were you there?

Niki left her backpack in the classroom.

I dropped it off.

You did that a lot,

make house calls for your female students?

Hey, Lace. Where's your mom?

Off thinking up new ways
to torture me, I'm sure.

Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.

It's worse.

Ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes,

she's become, like, the enemy of fun.

Lacey, your mom's just worried
about you. It's her job.

It's okay. I've accepted it.

I'm never going to have fun again.

Between you and me, if I've
learned one thing lately,

it's that life is too short
to play it safe.

Live fast, die young?

No. Live smart, die old.

You control the diabetes.

Don't let the diabetes control you.

You're the most mature
13 year old I know, Lacey.

You can handle it.

So the lab

identified the white substance

on Niki Shumaker's forehead.

It's doxepin skin cream.

Doxepin? She didn't have
a chronic skin condition.

No, but maybe the killer does.

Oh, can I ask you a personal question?

What do you think Bud's having,
a boy or a girl?

How am I supposed to know?

Seriously?

You don't have some super-secret
scientific insight?

Okay, there is a way
to tell just by looking.

Please tell me.

Ultrasound.

Oh, my God. What a nerd.

Thank you for that.

Are you all still talking
about that baby shower?

Haven't you ever heard
of a gender-neutral gift?

Yes, I have. It just...
it leaves me uninspired.

Well, this ought to inspire your ass.

That red trace you found
on Niki's hair shaft,

it's conga red.

What is a biochemical marker

doing in a sorority girl's hair?

Not sure yet, but it got me thinking.

What if Wilson's copy cat took a trophy,

something Wilson never did.

But why perfectly recreate Wilson's crime

only to use a distinct signature
to set yourself apart?

To impress Wilson.

Mm-hmm.

So I went online, found this site...

"Wilson's posse."

It's where Wilson groupies go to play.

And since fans write fan letters,

why don't we find out who's been
writing Wilson Polley?

I gotta say,

orange is definitely your color.

Now what brings you here?
What do you want?

Jennifer Marshall.

Her daughter was killed two nights ago.

Who, N...

Niki?

Throat slashed,

brain removed.

Sound familiar?

The real killer is back.

Not a moment too soon.

I've grown tired of doing time
for his crimes.

You're really not gonna sing
that same old song again,

are you?

You came here to see me,

not the other way around.

What about Wilson's posse?

You don't think one of your many admirers

killed Niki to impress you,

their big hero?

I despise that little cult.

It's despicable.

You see, their admiration

is predicated on the assumption
that I'm guilty.

They think it's so cool
to idolize a monster,

and thanks to you,

that's exactly how they see me now.

Then, Wilson, we want the same thing.

If you are innocent,

helping me find the real killer
will only help you.

Even if it proves you wrong?

Sure.

I follow the evidence wherever it leads.

But...

sometimes evidence lies.

Your D.N.A. was on Jennifer...

fact.

I licked her ear.

Doesn't mean that I killed her.

We both know you did.

Do we?

Now this is what your mistake

has cost me.

That's your daughter Sophia.

Can you imagine what all this

has put her through?

You see, I don't have
a problem with the world

believing I'm evil incarnate.

But not my little daughter.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Ah...

Gotta think about it.

Think fast.

From my fans.

No. You have to promise me
one thing first.

When you realize I'm innocent,

I want an apology for the years
you stole from my life.

Here's the thing about
apologies, Wilson...

they don't come naturally to me.

"Wilson,"

"you are my inspiration."

"You never explain yourself
to the masses of sheep"

"that inhabit this world,"

"but the more they judge you,
the freer you become."

I didn't write that.

Are you sure?

Because it's signed "Gordon Jackson,"

and you're... Jack Gordon.

It's quite clever.

We could do a handwriting comparison.

Okay. Maybe I... did write it.

Well, thanks for owning up, uh, Jack.

Uh, so a serial killer
is your inspiration.

How far do you take that?

Enough to kill Niki and rip out her brain

to show Wilson how much
you're worthy of his attention?

No, no, I... I would never hurt Niki.

Level with me, Jack.

When did you figure out

that Niki was
Jennifer Marshall's daughter?

I recognized her on the quad

from pictures in "Mind Games."

We became friends.

Oh, you made sure of that.

Did you tell her you knew
exactly who she was?

Friends are honest with each other, right?

All I ever tried to do was protect her.

Do you know how many crazies
there are in the world?

Uh, yeah, I... I think I do.

You're an organic chemistry
major, are you?

Yeah.

Why were you working with...

conga red?

I was making conga red indicators

and testing them against acids and lye.

So what?

Because the killer cut off
a clump of Niki's hair.

The remaining shafts
had transfer on them...

conga red.

You took a trophy.

Yes.

Ohh.

Niki always smelled so sweet.

I knew I'd never be
that close to her again,

so... I... I cut off some of her hair

when she kissed me.

Mm.

Just to remember her by, you know?

But I swear, I never hurt her.

Okay, freak show. You're under arrest.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey.

Hey.

Is that for the Niki Shumaker case?

Yeah. I'm casting the tool marks

inside her calvarium

to compare 'em to the original victims'.

Fox County is sending over the casts.

I've already got 'em.

I was gonna do this,

but you kinda beat me to the punch.

Yeah, I just felt like I should do it.

You know, as a sorority girl, too.

So...

uh, these all have

the same unique groove imperfections,

uh, from the tip of the hook

and all linked to the same killer...

Wilson.

Let's compare 'em to Niki's.

Perfect match.

You know what this means, right?

Yeah. Megan is not gonna be happy.

I didn't make a mistake.

All four victims
had their brains extracted

with the same hook.

That suggests a single killer.

Since Wilson was in prison
when Niki Shumaker was murdered,

he probably didn't kill

the original three victims either.

You cannot be serious.

I think we need to consider
the possibility

that Wilson is innocent.

What about the D.N.A. that
I found on Jennifer Marshall?

It doesn't prove murder. All right?

He was never even tied
to the first two victims.

He knew every one of them
through the P.T.A.

So did Daniel Grubstick.

He was a teacher at the same high...

look, Megan,

I get it, okay?

I do. It was your first case.

You were eager to prove yourself.

- Oh, my G...
- Mistakes happen.

Not to me.

Wow. Y...

You know what?

I am really sorry,
but a falsely imprisoned man

takes precedence over your ego, okay?

- Wait.
- No. We're done.

No, wait a minute.

I know exactly what Wilson is doing,

and it's brilliant, and you
are playing right into it.

You convinced Jack Gordon
to kill Niki on your behalf.

I helped you, Dr. Hunt,

and this is the way
you show me your gratitude?

You told him where to find
your brain hook.

Oh, can you even conceive of a world

where you might be wrong?

And you knew that if
he used it to kill Niki,

it would look like one person
killed all four women,

and then you would get
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

What's the matter, Dr. Hunt?

Is the evidence proving I'm innocent?

Don't pack your bags just yet.

Oh, your bravado seems
a little bit forced.

But I know why.

Because you're all alone
on this at work, aren't you?

Oh, it's gotta be so frustrating.

They underestimate you. I don't.

Well, then I believe
this conversation is over.

I'll just sit here and wait
for the truth to set me free.

Fine.

Nothing you can say
will ever change the fact

that I know you're a killer.

You know what the great irony is?

The only one of us

who's taken a life is you.

You killed a patient.

Have you forgotten?

You knowingly performed neurosurgery

with paresthesia.

I mean, come on,
a surgeon with shaky hands.

But you went ahead anyway.

I know why.

Because you didn't care.
You're so arrogant.

Your arrogance has driven away

every person you love in your life.

You see, that's why
your husband divorced you

and shut you out
from your daughter's life.

Who knows? Maybe that's why
your daddy shot himself.

That was probably easier for him
than to spend

- another waking moment...
- Shut up! Shut up!

Yeah?

What about your victims, Wilson?

All those women dead

because they dared to prick

your fragile little male ego.

What was it that Jennifer's
sister testified on the stand?

Remind me.

No, wait. I remember.

You're a big bore in bed.

And when Jennifer told you that,

you lost it, didn't you?

Is that why you killed all those women,

because they knew you're not a real man?

Best be on your way, Dr. Hunt.

Yeah.

I cross-referenced the evidence
we found on Niki Shumaker's body

with suspects from the original case.

And?

Remember the doxepin cream
we found on Niki's forehead?

It turns out that Daniel Grubstick

has a prescription for it,

and we've got a warrant
to search his house.

What did you find?

An Egyptian embalming hook.

It looks like the real thing.

You want to explain
why you were in possession

of the weapon used to remove
the brains of four girls?

Three mornings ago,
I found a box on my porch.

I found the hook inside.

Hmm. Same day Niki Shumaker died.

Which I didn't know at the time.

You know, I'm gonna let you keep talking,

'cause I can't wait to hear
what you say next.

Look...

I wrote the definitive book

on the Wilson Polley murders.

Crazy fans are always sending me crap

they claim is new evidence.

I'm gonna have to stop you there
to ask one question.

Why didn't you tell me about the hook

the first time we spoke?!

I wanted to authenticate it first

so I wouldn't waste your time.

But the lab matched the hook
to all four girls,

so consider it authenticated

and your ass in serious peril.

It's a clever plan, Mr. Grubstick.

You kill three girls,

frame Wilson, write a book, and get rich.

Even if that were true, and it's not,

why would I kill Niki now?

Because your 15 minutes of fame were up.

Another dead girl buys you 15 more.

Why do you use doxepin cream,

Mr. Grubstick?

I...

I have eczema.

He has eczema.

Really? Niki didn't.

But we still found doxepin
on her forehead.

That and the murder weapon

puts you on the hook for four murders.

I'm sorry. Just... I couldn't
resist that one.

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, that is just too bad,

because I'm not leaving until we do.

So you may have put
an innocent man in jail.

That could have happened to any of us.

What if my ego blinded me?

Is that what Wilson told you?

Don't let that guy rent
a room in your head, okay?

Kate said it, too.

Do you have an ego? Absolutely.

But you always do your job,

and the evidence that you found
against Wilson is very real.

It's just...

it's just the interpretation
that's in question.

Do you think I was wrong?

Megan, we don't have time

for you to feel sorry for yourself.

Okay, that was blunt.

Where do you think I learned that from?

Forensics lifted
a partial print off the hook.

We just got a hit.

Daniel Grubstick?

Nope.

Sophia Polley, Wilson's daughter.

So the real killer strikes again,

and you don't admit you were wrong

and release my dad?

Hey, Sophia, we're on the same page.

Wilson is innocent.

We were wrong. I'm sorry.

Don't mess with me.

I'm not.

All four women were murdered
by the same killer.

And since Wilson was
in prison when Niki died,

he's no longer a suspect.

So now he's just a genius

who works in a prison laundry room

because you guys screwed up.

Well, that won't be for long.

The new evidence will exonerate him.

What new evidence?

The murder weapon.

The one with your prints on it.

I can explain that.

I think you'd better.

Daniel Grubstick

showed up at my house three nights ago,

out of the blue.

Said he was writing a new book

to help prove my dad's innocence.

But he thinks that Wilson is guilty.

Yeah.

When he pulled out the hook,
I knew he was lying.

He handed it to me
and asked if it was real.

Was it?

How would I know?

Come on, Sophia.

The hook was yours all along.

You'd used it to kill four women.

I had no reason to hurt those women.

They... they were all mothers
of girls who went to my school.

Niki and I were friends.

You had every reason.

Your father was so lonely
after your mother died,

and these mothers had just rejected him.

I mean, how dare they.

So you killed them,

and Wilson took the rap
for his little girl.

- No, that's crazy.
- But your life's gone down the drain

since daddy went away, hasn't it?

- So you killed Niki...
- Please stop.

to set him free

and dropped the hook on Grubstick's porch

to frame him,

all the while, not knowing
that you'd left a print behind.

I didn't kill anyone!

Megan Hunt.

Hey, you stay the hell

away from my daughter. You hear that?

Not when the evidence
leads me right to her.

The only thing the evidence
has proven so far

is my innocence.

I'm hanging up now.

Well, I wonder how you'd feel if someone

went after your precious daughter...

- Lacey.
- Don't you dare threaten me.

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

I just hope that none of

my misguided followers
try to impress me for real.

What a shame that would be.

Hi. I'm Lacey's phone.

Be nice to me
and I'll give her your message.

Lacey?

Are you here?

Oh, thank God.

Lace.

Bud, listen to me.

Something is wrong.

I have called Lacey a hundred
times. She doesn't answer.

I have called Todd.
He doesn't know where she is.

What if Wilson...

No, forget Wilson.

Here's what we're gonna do...

I'm gonna send a patrol car
out to you right now,

and you are going to stay put.

No, I need to go out and find her.

No, you need to stay put
in case Lacey comes home.

Get out there right now.

I can't lose her, Bud.

You won't. Megan...

she is going to show up.

I promise.

Now hang up and keep calling her
until you get through, okay?

Okay.

- Mom, don't freak.
- Lacey, where are you?

I'm at a party.

Give me the address.

I'm totally fine.

Give it to me right now.

I said I was sorry.

Well, we're still gonna go over it again.

You defied me on purpose
by going to that party.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Yes, because you wouldn't have let me go.

You don't let me do anything anymore

because you're scared
of everyone and everything,

and I'm tired of it!

I can take care of myself.

Peter thinks I'm mature enough
to make my own decisions.

Why don't you?

Okay.

You want me to treat you like an adult?

Yes.

All right.

A very dangerous man
who I helped put in jail

made serious threats today.

Against you?

No. Against you.

That's why you're staying
with your father tonight...

because if anything
ever happened to you, I...

What's up?

Do me a favor. Don't parent my daughter.

What are you talking about?

Wilson Polley made a threat against Lacey,

and I couldn't find her
for an hour last night

because she was at a party
living in the moment

or whatever it is you told her to do.

I told her not to let
the diabetes hold her back.

I don't know anything about a party.

You are an adult figure.

You gave her permission to defy me.

You're overreacting.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you've had
a rough time lately. I am.

And you had a horrible,
horrible thing happen to you.

But please...

don't put it on my child.

Wow. You know what? I'm surprised that

you're even capable of
recognizing someone else's pain.

Good for you.

Nah. Don't really recognize 'em.

Doesn't mean they weren't here.

All right. Thanks for your time.

Hey.

The uniforms haven't cleared
the crime scene tape?

Are you kidding? I told 'em
to leave it up.

This just became
the hottest bar in Philly.

People think murder's cool.

They should spend the day with us.

Hold on a sec.

One dead rat is natural selection.

Three is a clue. We need to bag 'em.

How do you think
it's related to the crime?

You see the iridescent film
layer on the puddle surface?

I bet it's a toxin that the rats ingested.

What if it came from the killer's shoes?

Wait a second. You're thinking
of Jack Gordon.

He's a chem major.

I mean, it's a long shot,
but what have we got to lose?

And there you have it.

The G.I. tracts of all three rats

are inflamed with caustic damage.

That, with the lack
of internal hemorrhaging,

suggests...

toxic ingestion.

So what toxins did they ingest
from the puddle water?

Surfactant chemicals.

Sodium sulfate, optical brighteners,

sodium hypochlorite.

Bleach.

Industrial grade bleach...
not sold in stores,

not used by the bar.

The most common buyers...

hotels, hospitals, and prisons.

Wilson works in the prison laundry.

Oh, my God.

He killed Niki Shumaker himself.

I hate to poke a hole
in your theory, Dr. Hunt,

but Wilson's in prison.

Exactly.

It's the perfect alibi
for the perfect murder.

Listen, warden,

it's pretty simple.

Somebody let Wilson Polley
out of jail four nights ago

to kill Niki Shumaker

and then let him back in.

In my experience,

escaped convicts don't come back.

They do if they need an alibi for murder.

Do you know who the C.O. was

on Wilson's cellblock Friday night?

Yes, Evan Arnold.

In fact, I just asked him
to bring Wilson up to my office.

Clear.

My God.

Alert security. Code red.

Lock it down. Lock it down now!

I need an A.P.B...

on an escaped convict

wearing a guard's uniform

from Pennsylvania State Penitentiary.

We are on level-4 lockdown.

Catch me if you can, Detective.

Wilson used a new cell phone to call Bud.

We're tracking the GPS,

and he's heading to the Canadian border.

That's out of our jurisdiction.

Yeah. The U.S. marshals
are taking it from here.

Did you find anything
at Evan Arnold's house?

50 grand in cash
stuffed under the mattress.

The going price for a prison break.

Listen, about this morning...

It's fine.

But I am done looking out for you, Megan.

Uh, you guys ready to head over to Bud's?

Yes, let's go.

Are you coming to the baby shower?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll meet you there.

Nice wrapping paper.

Are you laughing at me?

- Um...
- Unh-unh.

It's the best he could do
with no information.

You will never break
Bud Morris, my friend. Never.

And Bud's a teddy bear compared to me.

That's true.

I got it. I got it. Gotta keep moving.

Let her go. Don't want to get
in a pregnant woman's way.

That's good advice.

- Hey, guys.
- Hi.

- Thanks for coming.
- Hey!

Aw. Where's Megan?

Oh, she was on her way out when we left.

Nice to see you.

- Well, come on in. Come in.
- You made it.

Kate, I swear. I am on my way.

Hats off to you, Dr. Hunt,

for foiling my little plan.

I underestimated you.

Where are you?

Beyond your reach.

But don't worry.

I won't be coming after you
or your precious Lacey.

You've earned that,

and my respect.

You never had me fooled, Wilson.

I got close,

didn't I?

You know, I think this is

the first honest conversation
we've ever had.

I agree. I don't want it to end.

I'm afraid it's gonna be a long good-bye.

Oops.

Look what I found

in the lab.

It's almost

like you left it there...

just for me.

My friends are gonna be here soon.

Oh, you mean Peter?

Well, he actually texted you.

He was wondering where you were.

So I took the liberty

to text him back.

I told him you got held up.

So you and I, we have

all the time in the world.

I'm not gonna beg.

Well...

you won't be able to.

Mm.

From now on...

I'll be doing all the talking.

You're so much more interesting
than the others.

You should've heard their crying

and their pleading and the bargaining.

Each of 'em too dumb to realize

it was already over.

But you...

you're different.

That's why this is so special to me.

For over three years...

I've been dreaming of
ripping out your brain.

Special treat...

I'm gonna do this

while you're still alive.

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Ooh!

Aah!

- Mm.
- Ugh!

Mm.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Ooh.

Oh, my God. Peter!

Peter, c-come on.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Peter.

Come on. It's gonna be okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

You hear me?

Peter?

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