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Hello?

You don't have to do this.

If you let me go,

I won't say anything to anyone, I promise.

Please... Why are you doing this to me?

I'm nobody.

Now Beth...

you have no idea

how important you are.

Consider it a peace offering.

Thanks.

Is now a decent time?

I said some things last night.

You did?

Yeah. I'm, uh...

I'm tired.

And I'm angry,

because I've taken on more than I can handle.

So I'm pissed about the budget.

But I understand where you're coming from.

You just hate it.

Yeah, but I love you.

Yeah?

I got three feet of paperwork to go through, so...

Okay. Um, call me when you have some time.

Go.

Good morning, Chief.

How's morale?

Well, all things considered.

Turcotte and Sweeney called in sick,

and the Corporal just called,

said she's on her way over.

Yeah, she'll be on desk duty

until the investigation is complete.

Should I call Sarge?

No. He's been doing doubles for over a month.

If anybody deserves a morning, it's him.

Same as you, boss.

Oh! One more thing.

I asked her to wait in reception, but--

Chief Alberg.

Cute.

Assistant Attorney General Lanni Soo.

What can I do for you, Miss Soo?

Tommy Cummins, the serial killer.

What about him?

Last night, the Attorney General made a deal.

Cummins agreed to divulge the locations

of his remaining victims.

Closure. Well, that'll be good for the families.

What's that got to do with me?

He'll only give the information to the person who arrested him.

That's you.

Miss Soo,

in the last 72 hours, I've had two abductions, an armed robbery

an officer-involved shooting, and uh, well...

I'm critically understaffed.

Attorney General Stone is close with Beth Falconer's family.

They've waited eight years to bury her.

The A.G. would consider this a personal favor.

Why the rush?

Louisiana is looking to extradite Cummins, and it's a--

A death penalty state.

Who brokered the deal?

Cummins waived legal counsel.

How did he seem?

Like a man trying to avoid 2,000 volts of electricity.

We'll fly to Seattle,

Cummins will give the locations on the map.

Simple as that.

We'll have you back this afternoon.

Nothing simple with Cummins.

Brett?

You almost ready?

I don't want that.

Well, I made it and you're eating it.

So what's it about this time?

A meeting with the principal?

I don't know. What'd you do?

Would you maybe like to try military academy?

So that's the solution?

Get my head blown off.

No more Brett. No more problem.

Well, your father went to military academy, Brett.

And you know what? He's--

Leave my dad out of this!

Mom?

What? Good morning.

You guaranteed the budget would pass.

And it will... eventually. I'll just...

tweak some line items and trade some horses.

"Eventually" is too late.

What have you done, Natalie?

Robert went and signed a deal for bridge financing.

If we don't break ground

in 30 days, we forfeit control of the company.

Of Holman Developments?

God, your husband is an idiot.

Agreed. But what you need to do now is--

Would you just stop telling me what I need to do.

Natalie...

I am in a position of trust.

We did not have this conversation

and I will fix it.

- You know-- - Mom!

Coming!

You know how much this company means to me.

I will fix it.

Hey!

Hey. I can run back in and grab you one if you want.

You know 16-billion of these cups and--

Sixteen billion what?

Yeah, I don't remember.

So, you're okay then?

I am now.

You guys shot someone?

Courtney Andriola. She was 32.

No kids. Her dad lives in Iowa.

She was a blackjack dealer out in Vegas

before she crossed paths with some guy who, um...

I guess we all make our choices.

You guys sure made yours.

"Lethal force". That's the term, right?

When the SWAT team goes all Hulk Smash.

Vanessa, I didn't have a choice.

Did you pull the trigger?

She had a gun pointed at- at the back of Sarge's head

in front of a fundraiser full of civilians.

You know what, I--

I'm sorry, I just have to get to work.

Has he had many visitors?

A steady stream

of documentary filmmakers until the warden cut him off.

Documentary filmmakers?

They're calling him the Canvas Killer.

How about we get the show on the road and get you home.

Tommy.

Karl.

I'd shake your hand, but, uh...

Ah.

Where's the first victim?

"Hi, Tommy."

"It's good to see you."

"You look good, all things considered."

"How's prison?"

You're not my friend.

To be frank, you look better than I'd hoped.

Where's the first victim?

How's Holly doing?

She's still pursuing photography, I hope.

You know, I meant when I said

that kid could be very special.

Don't test me, Tommy.

I-90 to Snoqualmie Parkway.

Head north to Southeast 96th Street.

Drive for about a mile.

Grave should be on the south side.

Top of the hill.

Is there a marker?

Unmarked grave.

You'll want a good cadaver dog.

Where's the second victim?

Second victim, Tommy.

Tommy!

Vissi D'Arte.

Hey, that's very good, Karl.

Puccini's Tosca.

Very good.

Corrupt police chief

plots to kill the lover of an opera singer

so he can have her all to himself.

Vissi D'Arte.

Vissi D'Amore. "I lived for art."

"I lived for love."

How is Cassandra doing?

Councilwoman Lee now, right?

Bravo.

You got to give her my best.

Now, are you two still together?

Because I know there was a little

bit of trouble there, but--

I'm not doing this, Tommy.

Doing what? Having a civil conversation?

Trading personal information for the location of your victims.

Oh, okay.

Uh, somewhere near Ellisville.

I'm going to need more than that.

Well, see, that's the thing.

I can't give you much more than that.

Yeah, not with this map.

Hey, you know, what would be so much easier?

If I could just show you where they are.

Well, that's not going to happen.

Oh, but...

that's not really your call, though, is it?

Burns.

You see, Karl, this is just...

this is really important to me.

This is kind of my life's work.

So I want this thing done right or not at all.

Absolutely. I'll keep you apprised.

Stone says we go.

This is a mistake.

We've got armed guards, an armored vehicle.

If we leave now, there's no time for word to leak to the press.

You do realize that he's planning something.

Well, he's a serial killer.

I'd be more surprised if he wasn't.

But realistically, what can he do?

This is our chance to give closure to these families.

Your chance.

Willing to give that up?

I'm going to need to take another look at his cell.

The more I know about his state of mind,

the better prepared I'll be.

I'll make sure that someone moves him out.

May I?

Thank you.

Corporal.

How are--?

Oh, you know, I've had better days.

They want you to fill this out

by end of day.

It's protocol.

Uh, is the Sergeant...

Uh, no.

The Chief gave him the morning off,

and he's in Seattle, the Chief,

talking to a serial killer.

Well...

let's hold down the fort.

Where'd he get his art supplies?

One of his many admirers.

I know this.

" Last Judgment".

Souls of the damned being condemned to hell.

It's not finished.

We confiscated his art supplies two weeks ago.

There was an incident.

What kind of incident?

He stashed a phone in his cell.

Wouldn't tell us where he got it.

So the warden revoked his privileges.

Why didn't you tell me about the phone?

We're telling you now.

Do we know who he was talking to?

The best digital forensics figured it was another burner.

Look, we really need to get moving.

Perfect.

Stewart, the Warden approved you and Burns for escort.

Okay, I'll prep Cummins for transport.

We'll need tools,

shovels, pry bar.

Yes, sir.

I need access to the tool shed.

You look like Saint Michael awaiting the dragon.

Shielding humanity from darkness.

Phone records have been sent.

Do you think, if circumstances were different,

that we could have been friends?

You only called one number with that burner.

Mm. My mother.

Your mother's dead.

That's right. I keep forgetting that.

Yeah. So it must have been someone else.

Don't worry, mom died of natural causes.

The calls followed a schedule.

Same time, same duration.

I'll have my team establish

point of purchase for the burners.

Have the warden send me the visitor log.

I'll try and cross-reference.

Candace Vaughn is her name.

I offer you that in the spirit of our agreement.

Because I can't stand to see you suffer like that.

She's an innocent.

It's actually kind of the reason why I'm doing this.

Who is she?

She wrote me these beautiful letters.

Thoughtful. Intelligent.

Now, I really think that you- you would like her.

A prison groupie. I didn't peg you as the type.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not a groupie.

It's more like a guide.

I really missed our conversations.

What, you don't believe me?

I don't trust much of anything you say, Tommy.

You have trouble with trust, don't you?

It's gonna cost you in the long run, though, with Cassandra.

You probably already feel that coming, don't you?

Are you nervous, Tommy?

I just have to go to the bathroom, Karl.

Candace Vaughn.

I'm already on it.

We need to find out everything we can about her.

As soon as I have something, you'll have something.

Hey, you got the name?

Chief?

Isabella, I need you to look into a name for me.

Candace Vaughn.

You got it, Chief. Uh, looking now.

Hold on.

Yup.

The van that just drove by.

What? Was it a press van?

I swear, I saw one just like it

outside the detention center when I arrived.

Well, no one knows about this trip.

We only knew ourselves two hours ago.

No one but Cummins.

Who's to say how long he's been working

with this Candace person?

One, we confiscated his phone two weeks ago.

Two, he hasn't had visitors since.

Three, he hasn't made calls on the prison phone.

And four, AG Stone only made the deal last night.

What if he's working with somebody on the inside?

Maybe Tommy predicted

everything you and your boss were going to do

and set this date months ago.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

Hey, Corporal.

Corporal?

S- sorry.

Uh, sorry. What?

Uh, Elsie Sokolowski--

Sure, Sarge's wife.

She just called.

She wanted to know if Sarge made it in this morning.

She didn't see him last night,

assumed that he'd come home late and left early.

But now he's not answering his phone.

Okay. Car trouble?

Yeah, but wouldn't he just call for a ride?

Well, let's just check the GPS on his car, just to be safe.

No, you can't. It's a loaner.

His car's in the shop.

It's the Chief.

Okay, well, don't mention anything

until we know what's going on.

Yeah. Okay.

Chief?

You get that photo I texted you?

Uh. Bravo, Romeo, Quebec,

three, four, six, five.

Cascadia Car Rentals out of Everett.

Um, I'll reach out to the company

and see what they'll tell me without a warrant.

Tell them it was rented to a Candace Vaughn.

V-A-U-G-H-N.

See if maybe they confirm it.

Uh. Will do. Do you have an address?

No. Just, uh, just a name and a number for a burner.

Karl. You ready?

I gotta go.

We gotta find the Sarge.

Yeah.

"Pave Paradise."

Well, you should have seen it when I buried her.

It was so beautiful.

Landscape with the Good Samaritan

Rembrandt. It's a painting.

See? A man who understands,

and appreciates.

This Good Samaritan have a name?

Well, I'm sure she did.

What's in a name, though, right Karl?

She had $30 in her wallet, I remember that.

Here we are.

Let's start digging.

You've lost weight.

What are you doing here?

"Hi, mom. It's so good to see you."

"I haven't seen you in ages."

You're supposed to be in Spain.

Yes, well, I cut the cruise short.

Mrs. Lee?

Welcome home.

Thank you, Bree. It's good to be home.

I got tired of the high seas, that's all.

Mmhmm.

Now I am starving.

Have you had lunch?

I'm working, Mom.

No, you should go.

I can cover you till you're back.

Great.

We've got a body.

What made her the Good Samaritan?

It was dark and raining.

My car had broken down.

She offered me a ride.

Claire Mahoney.

That's a nice name.

Thirty dollars.

Well, I'm not a thief, Karl.

I'm calling forensics.

Oh, you never forget your first.

According to the rental company,

that van was supposed to be on the lot this morning.

Uh, they're trying to get a hold of the employee

who closed up shop last night.

They give a name for that employee?

No. They want to talk to her first.

Make sure this isn't some kind of misunderstanding.

What about Candace Vaughn?

Uh, I found six people

with that name in the state and 72 in the country.

Let's get moving, Karl.

We got quite a drive in front of us.

Stay on the rental company.

Will, do.

Tell me about the next victim.

Victims, Karl.

Plural.

This isn't about atonement. This is an exhibition.

Corporal?

You're going to want to hear this.

Ms. Sokolowski?

Liza called her dad last night.

She needed a ride home from a party.

Out in the bush.

Sooto Lake.

What time?

I don't know, midnight.

He'd have to take Cypress Valley Road.

Yeah, except he never showed up.

And she got home at, what?

4:00 a.m.

And went to sleep.

I never heard about it till ten minutes ago.

You know what? It is probably just car trouble.

Mmhmm. Cell reception is terrible out there.

If his car broke down--

I'm gonna go take a look right now.

Uh, who else was at this party, Liza?

I don't know. Just a bunch of kids.

Go inside, write down names.

I don't even know half of them.

Your father's missing.

Your mom's right.

We need to talk to anyone who might know anything.

Danica must have been there. Right?

The two of you, thick as thieves.

No, Mom.

I'm calling her mother.

...thirty-six, thirty-seven...

It's right about there.

You remember the name of this victim?

She's my last before I moved to Gibsons, I remember that.

I'll call it in.

Sounds good.

Well, I can hear your gears grinding, Karl.

Why don't you just ask me your question?

All the victims of yours that I know of

you staged to resemble paintings.

Why bury these ones?

Well, that's disappointing, Karl.

Are you looking for some little pattern,

like a modus operandi?

That's how you live your life.

Boring.

See, to me, this is a creative process.

It's a collaboration.

I follow them, and they belong to me forever.

Mary Ann Nichols.

Is that her name?

Mm. Not one of mine.

Who is she?

See, that's my point.

The name itself doesn't mean that much

until I say "Jack the Ripper".

You can call them victims all you want.

These are my muses.

We've got something.

You know what,

I heard what you said about this being an exhibition.

You're right.

What kind of artist would hide his work from the world?

I'm at Sooto Lake.

There's no sign of him,

but I'll keep looking on my way back.

Hang on. I've got another call.

Laila, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Don't worry. Um... I'll keep you updated.

Thank you.

Compliments to the chef.

You were looking forward to this trip for ages.

You just decide to hop off in Spain?

Oof, too much of a good thing.

So tell me, how is your police chief?

He's fine.

Maybe you'll let me meet him one of these days?

Well, you're never here.

Yes, well, at least I get to see him on TV.

Looking very grave and masterful.

But what about the two of you? How are you two doing?

Mom, what is wrong?

Well, why don't you tell me?

Nothing.

Hmm.

But there's just a bit of work friction.

Between a cop and a librarian.

It's my other job, town council.

Gibsons P.D. took on investigations

for smaller towns up and down the coast,

which means that they need more police officers,

which means that Karl needs more money.

And you voted down the budget.

Christie told me.

How long have you been back?

Yesterday.

And you've spoken to Christie Holman already?

She called me.

Because we're friends.

She's also my doctor.

She asked you to talk to me about the budget.

She told me what you had done and I am not judging.

But we both know how stubborn you can be.

Wait. Your doctor?

Yeah.

Routine checkup.

Not to worry.

Sarge?

Sarge!

Sarge.

Sarge! Sarge! Hold on.

Hold on!

I got you, buddy.

Sarge!

So what does it mean?

The coffin?

If this is another one of your... pieces.

Well, significance arises from interpretation.

So what does it represent to you?

Come here.

I gotta tell you, Karl.

I will forever be grateful to you.

You set me free.

I'm afraid there's a misunderstanding, Cummins.

Oh, no...

no misunderstanding.

You freed me from my double life.

All this lying.

Come on, get in there.

When I talk to Candace now, I can be...

fully, completely myself.

I bet you have no idea what that feels like, do you, Karl?

There we go.

Oh, I may look like a prisoner, but...

I wouldn't trade my chains for yours.

Yeah.

Meredith Faulkner,

she closed the van rental company last night

and didn't show up for work this morning.

They can't get a hold of her.

W- wait, that's--

Yeah. Beth Falconer was one of Cummins' suspected victims.

She disappeared eight years ago.

Meredith is Beth's sister. They're practically twins.

I'm sending you her DL now.

Victims, Karl.

Plural.

Ten, nine, eight...

It's a trap!

You never fail to make it interesting, Karl,

but this is my show,

not yours.

Hey, I hope you can make it for the next act.

If I see one cop, one helicopter,

there'll be hell to pay.

Come on, on your feet. Come on!

Got it. Okay. Start the IVs. I'm on my way now.

Christie.

Uh, baby on the way. Got to get to the hospital.

You have a problem you talk to me, not to my mother.

Helen asked how you were doing on town council,

and I gave her my honest assessment.

If you'd been willing to compromise...

I tried again and again and again.

We could have worked together.

We could have teamed up to resolve this budget.

I could have even helped you

get some funding for the library.

Quid pro quo.

It's called cooperation.

You know...

I don't know why you don't change your vote anyway

given the news.

What news?

You haven't heard.

Sergeant Sokolowski. Overworked, exhausted.

His car went off the road.

When?

Last night. They just found him an hour ago.

Is he okay?

We hope and we pray.

I'll check in on him when I get there.

My leg! My leg!

Stewart, I'm gonna put pressure. Come on

You're okay, you're okay.

Stewart, you're okay.

I'm okay.

You okay? You okay?

I've got this. Go, go!

He escaped on foot.

Send an ambulance.

Hurry!

Police!

Drop the weapon, Meredith.

How do you know my name?

I'm not asking you again. Drop the weapon.

Hands over your head.

You're the cop who caught Tommy Cummins.

And you're Beth Falconer's sister.

You've been tracking us all day.

You're Candace Vaughn.

Follow the directions. One every four hours as needed.

And try to avoid alcohol if you can.

Aren't you a hoot.

It should help with the pain,

but we- we need to run more tests.

So you don't even know what this is.

We will know more after the CT scan.

For now, we don't want to panic.

Have you told Cassandra?

I don't want her worrying about me.

You should tell her.

My sister was never found, okay?

I wanted information

but he'd never tell me, no matter how hard I tried.

The grenade in that coffin, did he tell you to put it there?

What? No.

He wanted me to secure a vehicle,

then drive him to Canada.

I was going to take him prisoner.

Make him tell me where Beth is.

Did he ever explain why he picked this location?

He just said the mind is its own place,

and in itself can make a heaven of hell--

Paradise Lost.

My god.

He's recreating Dante's Inferno.

This is Tommy's journey into the underworld.

Did he tell you where he wanted to meet you?

There's an access road a few miles north

of the I-2 interchange.

I'm parked at a junction. He said to be there by 9:00.

What are you doing?

I pinned this location.

Officers will be here in 15 minutes.

You tell them what you told me.

Wait. You can't just leave me here.

Please!

Please!

I need to get back.

You need a break, Corporal.

There's too much to do, you know that.

Uh, [clears throat] can you just sit down for a sec.

I don't know if anyone else is saying this to you

but you need to see someone.

Look, I get it.

Cops, you got to be tough as old boots.

Except you bleed the same as anyone.

And the stuff that you go through.

Go ahead.

Tell me to mind my own business.

I was out for six months, a couple years back

when my partner was killed.

Stress leave.

I- I didn't realize.

You know what, I don't think it helped.

I might as well have just powered through.

I just heard. Is he uh--

Indestructible.

Doctor says he's going to be okay.

Oh, thank God.

We made it in time. He's in there resting.

"We" meaning Laila.

I had some help from my friends.

Except none at all from town council.

I heard part of your speech online.

You know, I admire a woman who kicks butt

even when it's my own butt.

Look, I get it.

You took a stand, made your case.

Power to you.

Um, is Karl...

He's in Seattle sorting out Tommy Cummins.

Tommy Cummins?

He doesn't know about the Sarge

and we thought he's got enough to deal with.

Yeah, of course.

Liza, take your sister to the cafeteria.

I'll join you in a few.

Elsie, I am so sorry.

Those for my husband?

Uh, yeah.

Bouquet of frosties would be better,

but all things considered...

Big brass ones.

Sid?

You.

The town council.

Impressive.

Did I miss tea with you and my mother?

It was a house call.

I was just dropping off a prescription.

Pain relievers.

It might make her a little bit drowsy, so don't let her drive.

Yeah, sure. Because she always listens to me.

Christie, what's going on?

Oh.

I'm calling an emergency meeting tomorrow, town council,

to ratify the budget.

I need to fix it.

Allocate the monies correctly, okay?

So I'll see you there.

Hey! Open this! You are so screwed!

Normally, my muses plead for their lives.

The police know where I am.

You need to let me out right now.

Let me out!

You still have hope that they're gonna save you, huh?

Hm.

You know what?

I had great hopes for this piece.

And I thought I was going to have to abandon it.

But that's- that's the funny thing about hope, isn't it?

Even when you know it's all over,

your hope...

stays alive.

- 'Til the very... - No!

...last breath.

No! Help me, please! Help!

Hi. I was starting to think I wouldn't hear from you.

I got pulled into something.

So you heard?

Yeah. Laila told me. Where are you?

I uh...

I just- just wanted to apologize for, um,

a lot of things.

I gotta go.

Karl, what's going on?

You're the love of my life.

You've made me feel more alive than I ever thought possible.

And I need you to know that... whatever happens.

You're freaking me out right now.

What the hell is going on, Karl?

Karl?

Well, well, well...

Look who's here.

You are right on time, Karl.

You know this used to be a storage facility

owned by my family.

You can see I've made some changes.

No, no, please. Stop. Help! Help!

Put it down!

Welcome to hell, Karl!

Let her go!

Oh, it's him all right.

Yeah, your savior has arrived

just as we'd hoped.

What are we doing here, Tommy?

Don't insult me, Karl. You know what this is.

I needed you to see it.

Dante's Inferno!

Bingo!

Let me be your Virgil, Karl.

Let me teach you something.

She is right on the edge.

Oh my god, don't you feel alive?

You can only truly feel alive, Karl, in the face of death.

Back up is on the way, Cummins.

Uh-oh. Barrel's full.

We're defined by our choices, Karl.

So the choice is yours.

Me or her?

Hang on!

You okay?

You're okay.

Oh, Candace, I knew I could count on you.

Get down! Get down!

His family owns the warehouse.

He's been stashing these bodies for...

God knows how long.

They found 16 so far.

Once the bodies have been identified...

I'll notify the families.

You can start with Meredith Falconer.

We found Beth's ID.

I'm gonna go see Cummins.

What are you gonna say to him?

Louisiana was his choice.

Hey. Is he still...

Sleeping.

Doctor said he needs it more than anything, so...

don't bug him.

Sounds like good advice.

I really thought he wasn't coming.

I just- I thought he would just leave me out there.

Talk about stupid, right?

No, no, no.

We all have stupid thoughts, okay?

It's just part of being human.

I'm awake.

I wanted to see you.

God, am I ever glad you're here.

You look awful.

I'll go- I'll go take a shower.

No, Karl, please don't go.

Sit.

Are you okay?

Tommy Cummins?

Mmhmm. Yeah.

I was asked to do a job and uh...

my gut told me to say no, but I just couldn't resist.

I almost got people killed.

You thought you were gonna get yourself killed

when you phoned.

We never walk away angry, okay?

Agreed.

And you never get yourself killed, okay?

Yeah. I'll do- I'll do my best.

- Good morning. - Sorry I'm late.

Oh, you're allowed.

Oh, hey, hey.

Someone left this for you.

It was sitting on the desk when I arrived.

I don't know who left it.

Oh my god.

What?

It looks like someone hacked the mayor.