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Thought you said you'd never fought
before.

I never fought.

As a kid, I fought all the time.

Brothers, cousins, lots of cousins.

I can see why you come here. I like it.

Not bad.

Hey, Kat.

This is my friend Isabella.

Isabella, this is the amazing Kat
Cooper. Hey, but don't just throw arm

Gotta get your whole weight into it. Get
your body into it, all right?

Just watch.

See the difference?

Give it a try.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

Maybe I should sign up.

Actually, um, about that.

Kath's leaving us. She got a college
scholarship.

Kinesiology.

Sensational. Actually,

my dad is going to have to sell the gym.

What?

You're kidding. I love this place.
Everyone loves it. Except the landlords.

They sold the building for
redevelopment.

Nice to meet you.

Isn't it weird that I want to be here
when I grow up? It seriously sucks. I

thinking I'd sign up for a tournament.

Edwina, I could campus back in.

You've been your second.

I gotta get going.

I've got my shift.

Yeah, I should probably be studying.
Yeah, yes, law school.

Hardly. Elephant.

Look at you go.

Soon enough you'll be overbilling with
the best of them.

I think Jesse actually loves me.

But most of the time he's just so... I
don't know, what do you think of him? Be

honest. I think he's toxic.

Whoa, okay, don't pull any punches. You
said be honest.

That's what Mr. Cummins said too.

Not in so many words.

You asked Mr. Cummins?

He sees things, Paul. He's an artist.

Basically, you vote to break up with
Jesse.

I'd probably vote for a restraining
order.

Or at least a couple of large aggressive
dogs.

Holly, hi.

Hi. How are you doing?

Oh, you know, I'm good.

You know Cassandra, right? From the
library?

Cassandra is seriously bad.

I have my moments.

How's your dad doing?

He's okay.

Missing you like hell, though. Of
course, I'd never say that.

Well, tell him I said hi.

I will. Okay.

Roger, did you see enough?

Oh, my God.

She's... Don't ask.

I'm on my way in now, Sarge. See you in
ten.

They had nothing to do with me. What's
going on? Leave me alone.

Cops. Hey, look, look, look.

Let's just get off the road and we can
have a conversation, all right? No.

Not talking to you. I want the bus. Not
talking about what?

About what my dog found in those woods.

Hey, kiddo.

Are you supposed to be out there
catching a bad cat?

I wanted to make him supper.

They were a normal family.

Vegetarian. That was... Last week.

Now I'm going free.

I'm kidding.

So, how was your day?

What? Normal families share a supper
time. No, they really don't.

In fact, I don't think normal families
exist.

Of course we do.

Fun. Tell me about your day. Who got
killed?

Why don't I set the table?

Cassandra's the type.

I saw her at Molly's.

How's she doing?

Fine. Like that?

She asked how you're doing.

Her, uh, friend was with her.

That after guy.

You have to take that, don't you?

Corbin, what's up?

He says no.

He didn't see or hear anyone.

He looks pretty shaken up.

He was first on the scene, Chief.

There's murders, and then he's dead.

Show me.

Do we know who she is?

Not yet.

She's been posed.

Chief.

How have I seen this?

Has someone looked after my dog?

He's still out there.

Corporal.

Your dog's name's Clyde?

We got some on it, Chief.

You all right?

I didn't do it.

Be nice to get my coat back.

It's just routine.

You cold?

And my damn boots?

Do you deluge your flamp technique to
check them for blood fibers?

You went out with your dog what time,
you remember?

Six. 6 .15.

I just watch bow fishing.

Your wife can bounce with us?

Mary's at work.

I bet she doesn't even know.

You and Clyde go out and then?

Clyde goes snuffling off.

I don't see him for a bit.

Then out of nowhere, he starts barking.

Won't stop.

I call him.

Keeps barking.

I'm thinking, bear up. up a tree, except
it's different. Also, dog knows when

something's wrong.

So, I call him, gotta find him.

Take it.

I don't know. Ten minutes.

There's Clyde, running back and forth
under that bridge.

And there she is.

How close did he get to the body?

Three, four feet?

What can you do for someone who's dead?

Then you went out to the road?

Seems so.

Are you not sure?

Who the hell can think, Chief?

A time like that?

And knowing they'll come for me, damn
police?

You found out who she is?

You ever seen her before?

Ever seen a poor woman in my life to die
like that?

It's so fast.

I'll get someone to bring your blanket.

Are you going to be okay, Mr. Hengel?

There he is.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, my.

Come here, Clyde.

What the hell is going on out there?

Police all over the highway.

Someone's saying a woman got killed.

I'm glad you're here.

Look after him, okay? He's had a night.

Call him.

Call him.

They found a woman dead yesterday. The
cops have no idea.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh,
my God.

Is this for real?

She was dismembered? What?

The dead woman.

At Wilson Creek.

I know, of course, you're not at liberty
to say, I understand, but... Oh, my

God. Phyllis, take a deep breath, have a
couple gummies, and don't believe

everything you hear. I heard they
actually found her body.

Copy. Large.

Black. Knees.

Mm -hmm.

Dismembered? Social media blew up at 4 a
.m. You would not believe the

speculation. Someone blabbed.

I guess one of the CSIs said something
to her boyfriend or whatever.

Dismemberment, Birkin hair, satanic
cults, space aliens.

Social media is a swamp of theories to
choose from.

We hear back from Dr. Well?

Just missed her.

She left an autopsy report on your
death. I said to give her a call.

Yeah. Doc estimates mid -40s. She's been
dead 18 to 20 hours. Single backhand

slash with a knife, long blade.

Hunting, possibly carving.

Touch of jaundice, most likely
hepatitis.

Intravenous drug use.

Possibly, but there's no recent tracks,
so if she was a junkie... She found the

strength to go clean.

Yeah.

Tell me again how fair is life?

Did Jane Doe have a name yet?

Negative. Chief, we've got a second dead
body.

A couple of joggers found her and phoned
it in.

Caucasian female in her 40s, contusions
to one side of the face.

Janice Doncaster, she's a realtor and a
landlord. She's on half the buses in

town. Cause of death?

Depressed bone fractures at the back of
the skull.

Belt buckle.

There's something snagged.

Looks like some kind of fabric, maybe
tarpaulin? How long before you can get

started on the autopsy?

Half an hour.

Statements and contact info from the
joggers, then cut them loose and let's

that fabric over to the lab. Got it.

We're investigating two separate
murders. Unless and until the evidence

otherwise, we don't make assumptions, we
don't jump to conclusions.

Had to say that, didn't he?

Maybe check with the neighbors?

Some blue tarp? Right, sir.

Ethan Doncast here. I'm Chief Albert
Gibson's police. This is Sergeant

Sokolowski.

Janice Doncaster's husband? If this is
about last night... What happened last

night?

Nothing.

Don't worry about it.

Janice and I had a disagreement.

It got kind of loud.

What time was that?

9 .30, something like that.

Maybe ask the neighbors.

Mr. Doncaster, there's no easy way to
put this. I regret to inform you that

wife was found dead this morning.

Yeah. What?

We're sorry for your loss.

I like it.

That's not possible.

Is she dead?

I'm afraid so.

Anybody tell me?

No, right?

Okay. How about this one?

Anyone know who this artist is?

Does anyone care?

Not really, right?

Because this isn't even really art. This
is more like wallpaper.

If you're an artist, then you have got
to find yourself.

In whatever it is you're painting, I
don't care what it is, art has got to be

personal.

Let me say that one more time. Art has
got to be what?

Personal. Thank you.

Now we're getting somewhere, right?

Edvard Munch, losing his head.

Lady Jane, about to lose hers.

Maybe not so much, but I do love Elvis.

Mr. Cummins, in his loincloth, getting
shot full of arrows by the critics after

his show.

I'm just kidding.

I don't wear loincloths.

Um, okay, here's what I want to do.

He is so amazing.

And his exhibit's going to be huge.

I promised I'd stop by the art gallery
later to help set up. Come with?

Um, I don't know. Junior Alberg.

Do you want to be heard?

About what?

Dead women.

Your dad's a freaking police chief.

And I'm the last person on the RIT to
talk to about that.

What's the point of a police chief's
daughter if she doesn't know anything?

You have to be such a jerk.

Jesse, this isn't working.

Us.

Of course it is. What are you talking
about?

Okay, so if that's the way you're
feeling, we'll fix it.

No, I don't want this. I don't want to
try again.

You're breaking up with me?

Just like that?

Well, if you want to stay friends, then
great. If not... Is there someone else?

No. Why does there have to be someone
else? Oh, don't tell me.

Cummins?

Don't be asinine.

I admire Mr. Cummins as an artist.

I don't believe this.

I don't care if you believe me. Just
leave me alone.

Devin.

Devin.

Proud of yourself, Mr. T? Not sure what
I've done that I should be proud of,

Jesse. Yeah, I don't get it either.

Believe me.

Hey.

Whoops.

Sorry.

When did you last see your wife?

9 .30, 10 o 'clock.

We had an argument. She stormed off.
That's the last I ever saw her. She

off. Why?

I never consulted her, she said, before
I sold the building.

Convert Garage over on Industrial. It's
a dump. A rinky -dink MMA gym. Developer

wants to tear it down, build condos. Two
million dollars. Clear profit. And I'm

the bad guy.

Your wife left.

Then you left. Where were you staying
last night?

What makes you think that? Your
overnight bag. You showed up with it

I stayed at a friend's place.

I'll need a name. contact information.

Why?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Donna McIntyre.

Yes, I have affairs.

So did Janet.

Yeah. She screwed lots of guys, old,
young, tall, stupid, including Gus

the loser I'm evicting. Go see Cooper if
you want to harass somebody.

Do I need to identify the

body?

It's been an hour.

I loved her, Mr. Hallberg.

Hated her, too, sometimes.

But I loved her.

He didn't ask what happened.

He's in shock. He's the husband. He's
suspect number one. Assuming it was foul

play, we don't know that for certain.

Cracked right cheekbone. Apart from
that? Struck three times by an object

domed surface approximately one inch in
diameter, leaving three circular

indentations at the base of the skull.

Balping hammer.

Thought I was thinking, too.

Let's interview the neighbors and Donna
McIntyre. Will do. According to the

laws... Janice's last phone call was at
10 .02 just before she vanished. Let's

find out who she was calling. I'll get a
name. How about our other victim, Jane

Doe? Still nothing from the door -to
-door. No progress on the ID.

People are starting to freak out.

Elsie said the girls at the salon are
buddying up to go home. Yeah, well,

couldn't you blame them?

We're all tired, but the clock's
ticking.

Let's go.

We're not exactly open.

Ah, it's you, Cass. Come on in. Council
Member Whitaker. Playing old pity the

grunge right now. We've got that Tommy
Cummings exhibit tonight.

What is the news with the murderers?

What? You're dating the chief of police.
Was dating.

Okay, you're not friends?

No. Tonight, how are we looking?

Um, the exhibition?

Great. Uh, no. The council meeting. Our
project comes up for a vote tonight.

Phase one funding.

Great.

Um...

I'm going to do my best.

We don't have the numbers.

The art hub, the library expansion, we
need these. You're singing to the choir.

It is town council.

A lot of competing priorities.

Isn't it tight?

So are you. The others of the eight,
there is an engineer, two realtors, a

car dealer, and if it comes down to the
marriage, she's a mortgage broker.

A mortgage broker.

Hi, Sadie. Hi, Sandra.

What can I do to help?

Oh, you could start a recall petition.

Sorry?

You can unpack these and hang those.
Thank you, Devin. Mr. Cummings said

easier himself around the floor.

Phone numbers. The realtor. The car
dealer. The engineer.

Even the mortgage broker.

Get them to me. I love you. Yeah, this
is fun. We should do this more often.

Okay.

Janet Doncaster?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Cooper.

Wow. What happened?

Still trying to piece things together. I
was hoping you could help us out.

Terrible. Janice was a great landlord,
friendly, a real problem solver. I

understand she was evicting you, though.

Janice and her husband sold this
building.

Must have been upsetting to you.

Ethan sold the building. She was upset
when she found out.

Janice is good people.

When was the last time you saw Janice?

Couple weeks, maybe.

Gotta be honest, I'm not great with
details.

Corporal Eddie, hey there.

You brought the whole team with you,
huh?

Does this look familiar, Gus?

Nope. Should it? Just heard from
forensics that the match for canvas is

found on boxing rings.

Looks like fresh tarp.

The old one was all stained.

Look, I'd really like to help you, but
that's all I know.

Sorry.

I talked to Janice last night.

What? No, you're misinformed. According
to the phone records, she called you at

10 .02 p .m.

What was that about? Couldn't tell you
because I never heard from her. Now, if

them records say otherwise...

They're wrong.

Mr. Cooper, I'm afraid you're going to
have to come with us.

Call Brady! Come on! You know me! I'm
sorry, Dad. I truly am.

Let's go.

Chief?

Leave me three circular indentations at
the base of the skull.

Let's get friends of you.

What the hell's going on?

Dad!

It's all right, sweetheart.

It's been a big mistake here, but I'm
going to get it sorted. No, you can't

just... What are you doing?

Daddy didn't do anything.

Everything's going to be fine,
sweetheart. Just watch the gym.

I'll be back before you know it, all
right?

Promise.

You okay, Sarge? Yeah, he just caught me
off guard.

Of course. I could have taken him.

Especially with a girl to protect you.

Hey, I spoke to the unis. Ethan's
girlfriend corroborates his alibi. Plus,

was out of town last week. Sales
conference in Spokane. Would you clear

the Jando killing too?

Yes.

Okay, that was pretty stupid.

Guess I just panicked.

Look, I got nothing to hide. We talked,
okay?

Me and Janice. In person?

She called.

Said she felt pretty crappy about me and
Kat.

That's my daughter losing the gym, but
there wasn't nothing she could do. I

says, this gives us something in common,
Jan, because I feel pretty crappy

myself, but, you know, I appreciate you
reaching out. Then I hang up, and that

was that.

So why'd you panic, Gus? Because I'm
thinking this guy thinks I could have

it. Yeah, fair with Janice. Was it over
or was it still happening?

What? Who's that?

Her husband.

That's not true.

Okay.

Me and Janice?

Yeah.

A couple times.

But that was years ago, Chief.

I mean, look at me.

Not exactly in her league.

Old washed -up boxer with a 10th grade
education.

But I never did nothing wrong.

No, no, no. That's a lie. I done lots
wrong, Chief.

I drank.

I scrapped. I wrecked my marriage. I
come this close to driving my daughter

away. I could not live if I done that.

If you got kids, got daughters, Chief
Albert, then you know what I'm saying.

Just... I never done this.

She all right?

Cat? My girl? Let's talk about Janice
Doncaster.

Three lousy UFOs.

So?

Is that it?

No arts hub?

Uh, for now, anyway.

It's not that it's a surprise.

No, this town is great. And it is full
of great people.

And so much potential.

Okay. Okay, fine, maybe.

Maybe I'm naive.

But I didn't decide to leave Sacramento
so that I could semi -retire or take

care of my mother. That woman is
basically indestructible, and she

me very much anyway.

That's not true.

Well, it's kind of true, but she doesn't
like anyone. No, I moved back here

because I love it.

I have always loved it here, and it
could be even better, so much better if

could just see the potential and go for
it.

And yes, that will cost us money, but so
does not going for it. Guys, this town,

the entire coast, it could absolutely
shine.

Here,

here.

Yes, that was great.

Uh, Sadie, have you met my friend, Roger
Galbraith? Roger, this is Sadie

Whitaker. She owns the art gallery, and
she's on town council.

Jill Waters.

Yes, that's me.

That's me.

Younger me.

Strangely, not as handsome, though.

Can I give you a lift home? Oh, I damn
well hope so. You have my car.

Where the hell have you been?

We are still waiting for an update on
the murder of well -known Gibson

entrepreneur Janet Johncaster.

The body was discovered near Spyglass
Point this morning.

It is the police that everybody is
looking

to for answers.

Janice called you. Yeah, like I said.

Which makes you her last known contact.

Do you know where she was?

No, she was at home, I figured. What
makes you think that? Not sure.

Maybe she wasn't. I never asked. Where
were you, Gus?

I was at my place.

Your home? Yes.

Or the gym?

Yeah, maybe.

The thing is, we sent our forensics team
over to your gym. We found blood around

the back door.

What are the chances that's Janice's
blood? I never killed Janice, Doncaster.

She was my friend.

What about this woman?

Recognize her?

And you actually think, my God, what
kind of monster do you think I am?

You are not going to tell me that you
spent all day with your mom. Yeah, took

her dancing.

She's not quite up with Foxtrot yet.
She's tango brave.

Mm -hmm.

She had a massive stroke.

Yes. So, come all the way from L .A. to
see her, she doesn't even...

Who am I? Still, it's good that you're
spending time.

Yes, I didn't. Not today. Couldn't
phrase it.

Then what did you do?

I... Come on.

Let's go back to your place. Roger.

What? Some laughs.

A couple drinks.

Maybe a trash and sand sheet. Hey, we
are friends, and barely that if you keep

this up. Stop.

Friends with no benefits whatsoever.

I will drive you back to your sisters.
Roger.

Straight on, kid.

There's a killer on the loose.

Have you ever played a sociopath?

You'd be good.

I never seen her. I never touched her. I
swear to God.

Look, my daughter.

I would, I would, I would never let her
down. Not like this.

So the man would.

Disgusting.

Jazz, is Kelly your gym? Nope.

Brandy confirms it. I'll find out the
truth one way or the other, Gus. It's

a matter of time. But if you want me to
help you, you've got to help me.

Tell me the truth, Gus, for your
daughter's sake.

Jazz called.

She come over.

Then she says there's nothing she's
going to do to help. So I got mad.

I never meant to, but I did.

A damn temper.

She shoves me in.

I hit her.

God forgive me.

She goes backwards and cracks her head,
so I roll her up in the ring tarp and

stash her in the truck to hide her. But
I gotta do something. I can't just...

And then I start hearing there's a
woman's body in the woods.

She's been petitioned like some dummy in
a store window.

So that's what I've done.

I've done it.

And I've got to pay the price.

But I've never done this.

Well, boss, that was good work.

Do we believe him? Which part?

Jane Doe? I know Gus.

A little. The way the woman was killed,
it's hard to reconcile.

Bill doesn't rule it out. No, it
doesn't. But it would solve a massive

if... What you got?

I'm not convinced. About?

Any of it.

And I can say that we've identified a
person of interest in the death of Janet

Doncaster. A suspect, you mean? We have
someone in custody, yes, but at this

point... And the other murder. Is this
person a suspect in both, or are you

thinking... We're asking the public,
anyone who has any information regarding

woman in her 40s, slim build, blonde
hair, last seen wearing a blue sweater,

you saw her, if you talked to her,
please contact us immediately.

When will you release the name of the
person in custody? We'll have more

information soon.

Just a personal interest, huh?

What did Dr. Val say about the angle of
the blow to Janice's face? I don't know

what she did.

This isn't going to help us get an idea.
Look at it. It's not her. Do you want

to commission another one?

No.

I've got to be gone in a couple of
hours. Hold the fort.

Where are you going?

Plan B.

Oh, get to Val and call me, will you?

Just on my way to work. Sorry for
showing up. I don't know if I tried to

just went straight to Bootsville.

How are your murders?

Unsolved. Yeah, that's why I'm here. I
need the name of an artist.

Georgia O 'Keeffe.

Jackson Pollock. I thought this was
supposed to be your department.

Yeah, I need somebody local who can do
portraits.

Portrait of you inspiring the troops?

Spyglass. Three -corner hat, that sort
of thing. Like Horatio on the bridge.

Yeah, you don't have too many arms.

Uh, Tommy Cummins.

At the high school?

Really?

He's Ollie's teacher.

Have you seen his work? He's really
good.

Uh, he has an exhibition that starts
tonight.

Gibson's Art Gallery. You should go
check it out.

Cassandra.

Thank you.

You look tired.

You should try and get some more sleep.

As soon as these cases are solved.

They will be.

I have faith.

Hey, Doc.

Appreciate the call.

Regarding the blow to Janice Doncaster's
face, what can you tell me about the

angle of impact?

Trust yourself.

If Jesse sees this... That's personal,
right?

That's what makes this work.

Mr. Cummins, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Alberg, I was just leaving.

Um, Polly's dad.

Oh, he's missed.

Polly's first day, of course. Welcome,
Chief.

We have a friend in common, Cassandra
Lee.

Sure, at the library, yeah.

Mm -hmm.

Students.

This one's Devin's.

She's got a real talent.

You know, your daughter has that spark,
too. I'm not sure she believes that, but

Holly could be special.

No, she already is to her dad.

Well, I don't doubt that.

I want to have kids myself.

One day, maybe.

But that father -daughter bond... You'd
do anything for her, wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

So, how can I help you, Chief?

The Egyptians believed a dead person's
soul could return to their portrait. I'm

guessing you knew that. Far better than
any photograph.

You bring yourself to a painting, right?

We found a body a couple nights ago.

A woman, no ID, no clue who she is.

That poor woman in the woods, huh?

It's just terrible, isn't it?

And the investigation's so long. I need
someone to bring her back to life.

How is he?

How you'd expect.

When can I see him?

How are you, Kat?

He loves you more than anything.

He's my dad.

He'd do just about anything for you,
wouldn't he? What the hell do you want?

What would you do for him, Kat?

Janice came here last night looking for
your dad, but I don't think she found

him.

Instead, you two had an argument.

Maybe she shoved you. Maybe she took the
first swing.

The blow that cracked Janice's cheekbone
was angled up.

Janice is 5 '8". Your dad's 6 '+. She
probably came here to explain, but you

were not in the listening mood.

And once things got started, Dad... He's
right

here on Dominic, your dad.

I hate her.

The punch cracked Janice's right
cheekbone.

So, left hand.

Talk to me, Kat.

For your dad's sake.

You're not going to let him take the
fall, are you?

I never liked Janice much.

She kind of hated me.

She wasn't getting out.

Daddy, I screwed up. I really screwed
up.

Daddy got this.

It's my job to get the whole night.

Go!

This is not up to me.

The thing didn't go.

No. See, she's making that up to protect
me. The cat won't do her time.

Involuntary manslaughter a year.

18 months at most. But she's got a
scholarship.

Gotta go to college.

Go places.

Not like me.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be all right.

No, you didn't.

I got you.

You're fine.

We're fine.

Everything's going to be all right.

In here, Mr. Cummins.

Hey, boss.

You know, I trust your instincts and
all, but this guy's a civilian. You sure

about this? He's an artist.

Yeah, God bless him for that. The world
needs artists.

What do you see?

Actually kind of beautiful, except ice
cold.

Gotta be a transient.

It reminds me of something.

The photo, not the pic exactly, but I've
seen this somewhere.

Another murder?

I think, yeah.

When, when?

Follow your instincts.

They'll come back to you. What do you
see?

This is not a crime of passion.

He's patient.

Calculating.

He's done this before.

He's going to do this again.

We're looking for a serial killer.

2012, 2016.

Six years ago. 2020.

Saturday night.

How many hours?

And there is nothing more intimate, more
personal.

I need backup. Go!

You're wondering where your daughter is?

I will give you a little hint.

The season finale of Murder in a Small
Town, next Tuesday at 8 on Fox.

Don't miss TV's most arresting drama,
starring Academy Award nominee Deborah

Winger and an all -new Accused, next on
Fox.