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Your hands are shaking.

Go ahead. Try again.

Enough humiliation for one day.

I'm not cut out for this.

Why are you lying to me?

The grades haven't come out yet,
but I saw yours already.

You scored higher than most.

In every discipline.

Even higher than your superiors
when they were cadets.

My teachers?

Myself included.

We've never had someone like you
at this academy.

Why do I sense this isn't a compliment?

I can tell a bad shot
from a deliberate miss-aim.

This shooting exam

is the last thing
standing between you and the field,

and I believe I know what you're doing.

- You're self-sabotaging your own score.
- Why would I do that?

Because you're scared
about what's waiting for you

on the other side.

You've been studying evil for years,
but you had theory to protect you.

Once you pass this exam,

you're out there on the field on your own.

And you're scared.

You're just beginning to realize

that you're not ready
to confront what real evil looks like.

Forensics needs me here.

Murder victims need you too.

And how are you
gonna help them from behind a desk?

My place is at the academy.

And train others
for the rest of your life?

No. I refuse
to let talent like yours go to waste.

All due respect, I gotta go.

You better start taking
a real chance on yourself

before someone else does.

I'll give you one shot.

This next bullet
either lands you your first case

or discharges you
before your field career has even begun.

Fire accordingly.

Oh, oh, wait.

Twelve.

Might wanna try vodka.

It's harder to smell.

See that man right there?

Some would say
his political authority is absolute.

Why am I here?

Yesterday,
his two twin daughters disappeared.

They found a body a few hours ago
face down in the river, murdered.

She was 14.

But the other sister
is still missing.

He talked to the local police,

got it to be a co-investigation, private.

No outside interference.

When would this start?

It already has.

But?

But he believes this case
deserves more of a personal touch.

Is that why he's here?

Yes.

I know what you're gonna say.

I read your petition,

and if these really are
your last few months,

who wouldn't wanna spend it
safely behind a desk?

Glad you understand.

I need you to lead this case.

Study the crime scene,
analyze all the clues,

find the kidnapper,

bring back the missing child
before it's too late.

I'm sorry.

I misunderstood.

I thought I was here
for a different offer.

I hope you find
the right person for the job.

Somebody with a little less baggage.

I'll sign your retirement papers.

You need my signature.

This case is your ticket out.

You take it,
and I'll make sure it's your last.

- Erica--
- Look, I know what you're going through.

And trust me, we miss him too.

But a single case can't be enough
to dismantle an entire career.

He'll be in here any moment.

What do you want me to tell him?

They're letting you send in one man?

You won't be alone.

There's a woman in the agency.

- They're enforcing assistance?
- I'm offering assistance.

Whoever she is, I don't need her.

Her two degrees
in forensic psychology beg to differ.

Erica--

I'll join you there
as soon as I can, but for now,

there's a train that leaves in 60 minutes,

and I'm intending
for you both to be on it.

So are you in or out?

Detective.

I don't want my daughter's last memory
to be of a father who couldn't save her.

I need to know that I tried everything.

Please.

What would you do?

You look so different in pictures.

It says here you've been at it
for 20 years, ten of them working alone.

Now you've got yourself
a brand-new partner.

We're not partners.

Yet you haven't spoken to me
since we got here.

No word of warning or advice.

So I can't tell if you're
either too relaxed to have me here

or too... worried.

I'm a criminologist, not a babysitter.

Did I do something to offend?

Graysmith thinks having you here
will solve the case quicker.

Maybe prevent me from making a mess.

Now, I agree with the second part,

but what she thinks
we have in common, I don't know that yet.

We've both chosen to take murder
and make it our business.

You track killers. I diagnose them.
Same sickness, different angle.

You know nothing about diagnosing people.

Right heel cap on your shoe is torn up,
shallow bite marks, wide spacing.

Large breed of dog,
I'd say, based on the bite.

Maybe you adopted one recently

for companionship
after losing a friend or a family member.

Do you always carry the photo,

or is it a... a ritual of sorts
before you begin a case?

Happens all the time after breakups.

People don't get rid of an old photo,

but they'll fold over
the parts that hurt the most.

They wanna remember the rest.

What was he like?

We haven't even left the station,
but I can tell already.

Business and feelings,
they don't go well in this line of work.

Okay?

- Okay.
- Yeah?

You don't have to worry about me.
I'm here for research, pure and simple.

Good.

I think the question is...

why would Graysmith give you this case?

Where do we find him?

I'm hoping he finds us.

Your suede coat was a great choice.

You really don't smile, do you?

Alan Kramer?

Can I help you?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hold onto the negatives.

You greet all new arrivals this way?

Only the ones worth talking about.

- Alan Kramer?
- Yes, sir.

- Hank Brewster.
- Lieutenant.

It's hard not to recognize
a face like yours, though.

- I can hardly believe you're here.
- Right?

This your first time in Canton, ma'am?

I don't travel much.

Well, I fear you'll be surprised
in all the worst ways.

I don't know how much
they told you before you left--

- Not much. We left in a hurry.
- All right.

This is Arthur Otto.

He's a senator,
philanthropist, family man.

Most of the buildings in this town
were rescued through his charity.

Politicians dream
of a reputation like that.

This guy's actually earned it.

He's financing
an additional investigation?

Yeah, no expense spared.

His campaign's recruited
hundreds of volunteers,

organized search parties,
but after this morning's news--

It's no longer enough.

By the way, I took the trouble
to get you guys set up.

Your case files and bags
are in your rooms.

How far
is the police station from the hotel?

Any closer,
you'd be sleeping in my office.

Now, I've asked them to leave
the body on site until your arrival.

And as of now,
all of our resources are at your disposal.

You know, we still teach
your Belardo case at the academy.

Mm-hmm.

And you are?

Amelia Pembrock.
I'm with the Behavioral Science Unit.

I mean, like, what do you do?

Oh, I trace criminal profiles
based on forensic patterns.

- Yeah?
- I am also a field agent.

Have you worked many cases?

No. This is my first.

The river usually
washes down dead cattle, tree branches,

but this is not stuff
that we're used to seeing.

Ma'am, I gotta warn you that what
you're about to see cannot be unseen.

I'll manage.

- Any suspects?
- Nobody yet.

And we found a witness
who saw a man dump a body.

He didn't report it at first
because he thought it was a dog.

A dog?

Hunters up in the delta.

You can only fire a rifle
next to a bloodhound so many times

before it goes deaf.

And a deaf dog is a worthless dog.

Tell me about the vehicle.

Abandoned up on Highway 61.
Fake plates. Couldn't pull any prints.

You can forget about CCTV. It's broken.

I talked to maintenance,

and they've been waiting
on new electrical since March.

- Perfect timing.
- Or maybe he knew.

Who reported the body?

Fishermen. They saw fish
eating away at something

under the surface of the water and--

That's when you found her.

That's when we found
the first missing twin.

Alan Kramer, this is Colin Ripley.
He's our medical examiner.

- How do you do?
- Hi.

Usually first on the scene.

All right. Shall we?

Yes, sir.

Gretta Otto.

Since the twins were identical,

blood sample
was the quickest way to an ID.

Body was underwater all night.

Probably the worst place to dump her.

Whoever did this
wanted the current to take her away.

But it didn't.

- You think it might be intentional?
- Intentional?

Water that dirty could be corrosive,
wash away evidence.

You said you checked the river
for the other body?

- We did, every inch of it.
- Uh-huh.

Could be ransom.

Ransom criminals do target the wealthy.

If there's wealth in this town,
it's definitely the Ottos.

But then why not contact the family?

If he wanted us to find the body,
he would've dumped it on the family porch.

So not a ransom.

Why? Did you see a note?

Did the witness provide a description?

We tried to do a composite,
but it was too far away, it was too dark.

- Sure.
- If the media asks, leave that part out.

Tell them our witness
got a clear look at our guy.

- A clear look?
- Clear look.

That's right. It could draw out the killer
if we suggest he was spotted in the area.

- Preliminary clues.
- What about them?

What makes you think it's a homicide?

Rope marks. Wrists, neck.

They were either taken off after
or washed away by the water,

but they were there.

We also found
tissue under the fingernails.

- Flesh?
- It's too early to say.

There's one other thing.

It's pretty strange to see.

Her teeth have been smashed.
Likely the fall.

Wasn't the fall.

Look at her nose and her chin.

No fractures or visible cuts.

Rough landing would've bruised
more than just her mouth.

Bridge was just a drop-off spot.

There was blood on the rail.

Blunt force trauma.

Yeah, I saw that.

All right, then.
Mugging gone wrong?

Backpack was empty, all contents taken.

Takes her books and her lunchbox,
but leaves that gold bracelet?

I don't think we can
consider robbery a motive.

Yeah, so why stage it as one?

We found something!

What is it?

- Looks like a gun.
- A gun?

I don't understand.

He takes the risk to drop her here,

off the busiest bridge,
right under everyone's nose.

Yeah.

You can go ahead and bring her up.

All right, let's bring her up,
slowly, respectfully.

There's a missing girl out there.

If she's alive,
she's counting on us to find her.

Rope marks confirm it.

She died of asphyxiation.

It was intimate, personal.

Tell them about the teeth.

You were right.

Trauma to the teeth wasn't from the fall.

Regular patterns, shaped, purposeful.

Meaning what?

Inflicted separately?

After the murder,
but before dumping the body.

What do you know
about forensic odontology?

Call the town's dentist.

He'll have some answers for you.

And the pieces of flesh?

- Under her fingernails?
- Yeah.

Not human. Chicken.

- Chicken?
- Raw chicken.

After hours underwater?

Current will wash out fibers that small.

Apparently not fast enough.

One last thing.

There were traces of nitrate
on the victim's elbow.

Your killer could have
some gunpowder residue.

- But no wounds consistent with firearms.
- And no bullets found on the scene.

We don't know yet
how the gun they found fits into all this.

- Hm.
- What are you thinking?

Our man planned this carefully,

studied the path of the river,
understands the city's geography.

- A local.
- Maybe.

But then why
throw a gun at the crime scene?

A lifetime of cases, you scrape
for one perfect piece of evidence,

and now all of a sudden
we've got too much.

This is the opposite of a perfect crime.

It's too easy.

You know what frightens me the most?

That I'll forget
the sound of their voices.

Go home to your wife, Arthur.

When my daughters went missing...

I went against my lawyer's advice

and I came straight to you.

You wanna know why?

'Cause you're the best.

All those victims you've rescued,

all of their stories
are now baked into your legacy.

Remember what you once told me?

"You are who you save."

I understand how difficult it is
trusting others with your daughter's life.

But can a marriage survive
the death of a child,

let alone two?

She's alive.

Try to have faith, Arthur.

I... just don't know how.

Those people that I sent,
they're trained for this.

They'll piece together the clues,
solve the case, and find her.

I know they'll find her.

I just don't know
if it'll be quick enough.

Go to Canton.

Your team needs you.

Once inside, I have
to show her some photos.

Photos of what? The girl's body?

Some things
only a mother would know.

Are we sure it's the best time?

Why, you know a better time?

Twenty minutes, max.

My husband said you'd be coming.

What do you remember about the hours
leading up to the disappearance?

It was a day like any other.

They left school,
and they were supposed to come right home.

But they didn't.

Took me hours
to realize that something was wrong.

Did they always walk back?

Sometimes.

It's really far.

Yeah, but they did everything together,

one always keeping
an eye out for the other.

So you never felt
it was dangerous?

No. Things like this
might be common in big cities,

but here, crime is nonexistent.

Was their last name ever a problem?

No. Why?

Are you thinking this is
some kind of ransom?

- Mrs. Otto--
- Ilsa.

We think a case of this nature
is of... personal matter.

Do you know anybody that would
have a grudge against your husband

or an interest in your daughters?

No.

- No.
- No.

Everybody knew them.

They're sweet girls,
and they're so polite.

And they're very hardworking too.

What type of work?

Community jobs. After-school activities.

They worked at the medical lab
and the butcher shop.

- For their age, that's a little--
- It's unusual. Yeah, I know.

It's just, Arthur really encouraged
the girls to get involved.

It's not easy, you know,

for a child to grow up and feel normal
when all they've ever known is wealth.

My daughter experienced
more pain in a single night

than I have in my entire life.

And she was a... a good girl, detective.

She was so good.

What does a 14-year-old
have to do to deserve something like this?

She died face-down in a river.

She was alone.

And she was just waiting
on somebody from home to come get her.

Look.

I had to sign the death certificate
on my own child today.

My other daughter is still out there.
She's missing, and you're here.

I know what you're going through.

Do you?

Do you have children?

Did you get everything you need?

Yeah, enough to get started.

Captain Graysmith
has great admiration for your history.

Says you are a fine investigator.

And for that reason, my wife and I,

we will follow your decisions,
whatever it takes,

just so long
as you bring our daughter back.

Yes, sir.

We'll do our best.

I know Canton
somehow doesn't have a digital archive,

but are you sure
the library is the best place to start?

It's quiet.

I'm just surprised you of all people
don't want us out in the field.

They're scouting all the bridges.

Following the currents
from sunrise to sundown.

They're not gonna miss another body.

What's this?

It's old articles.
Criminal history of the city.

Barely has any.

You looking for clues?

Connections to previous murders.

What makes you think there are any?

I don't,
but if we're looking for patterns,

this is where we'd find them.

Oh.

Okay, let's... let's say
she's still alive.

Why kidnap two girls and only murder one?

Brewster said
Gretta was the bigger twin, so...

maybe he got rid of one sister
to get to the other.

Gotta stop saying "he."

We don't know... the suspect is male.

Yeah, that's our killer.

A 95-pound female
with a kink for little girls

who's fit enough to single-handedly
lift a body up and over a railing.

All right, you made your point.

All right.

I strangle you, I tie you up,
and I load you into the back of a vehicle.

Without leaving any fingerprints.

But why do I drop you off here
where anybody could see me?

Because you're a moron.

But I'm not a moron.
I didn't leave a single fingerprint.

Okay.

So you smash my teeth
at the last moment, dump my body.

- Hm.
- If it's not for torture...

It's out of precaution.

But why?

Need to ask a professional.

Children's mouths
evolve quickly, drastically.

I know this is crucial
to the investigation,

but I fear reconstructing a mold
of her mouth will prove difficult.

How difficult?

Every set of teeth is one of a kind,
like a fingerprint.

Reconstruction can be done?

With patience, yes.

Working off past records could take days.

All right.
Call me when you have something.

Wasn't easy
to secure this meeting.

Think we can trust him?

Guy's a fox. Best reporter in town.

Trade information carefully.

Ma'am?

Yes?

Thank you for the opportunity.

Work as a team, Pembrock.

Don't take shortcuts.

Close this case, no matter the cost.

Since yesterday, police and
press have received hundreds of tips.

Let me guess. All anonymous.

Phones won't stop ringing.

Everybody wants to report on rivals,
neighbors, even family members.

Anybody with strange sexual habits.

Some are calling claiming
they committed the murder themselves.

- You know they're not guilty.
- That's right.

Nobody can provide us
with new information.

Everything they say is public already.

You think
the killer's in it for the press?

He could be tracking
the investigation from the inside, yeah.

Making sure
it doesn't get too close to him.

- Mm-hmm.
- So all we need is a name.

I don't work the crime desk.

- Can you get us to somebody that does?
- Yeah, sure. Ask for Julie Trembley.

T-R-E-M-B-L-E-Y.

Let's talk about the bridge.

What about the bridge?

Come on.

He could've dropped the body anywhere,
but he chose the busiest area. Why?

That's not cleanup. That's a message.

You're right.

Zodiac, Monster of Florence.

Killers typically
dump bodies outside the city.

- A field.
- Or a park.

Somewhere they'll go unnoticed.

So he wanted us to find her?

The body getting stuck
in the rocks wasn't an accident.

It was a choice.

They did find a .357 at the riverside.

Victim have any wounds
consistent with a gun?

- Whoa, whoa. Where you going?
- Library.

Hey. Excuse me.

Hey.

This stuck with me. I just couldn't see
the connection until now.

What are you talking about?

"Remains of an unknown male,
found after a structure fire."

- So?
- High-heat fire.

No prints, no way to ID the body.

- One distinguishing factor.
- Teeth.

Like a fingerprint.

What if it wasn't torture or a fetish?

What if he actually thought
we couldn't ID the body?

But we did.

We saw the face, her... her dress.

A mother could identify the body.

What if... what if he expected
more decomp?

He thought fish
would eat away at her features.

That's... that's why he attracted them
with the fiber.

- Fibers?
- Under the fingernails. The--

Raw chicken.

Okay. Who deals with...
with raw chicken on a daily basis?

- Cook.
- Farmer.

- Butcher.
- Butcher.

Gleen.

Is it locked?

Says 9:00 a.m.

Mr. Gleen.

Sheriff's department.

You open?

Can I help you?

It's almost midnight.

We need to get started
before he realizes he can call a lawyer.

The results are negative.

- On what? Gunpowder residue?
- On everything.

Fingers, hands, elbows. No match.

Shit.

You all right?

You got a headache?

The worst kind.

So who's going in first?

Can't take turns.

If that's our guy,
we gotta crack him on the first try.

Crack him?

It's been two days.

We have too many leads, no real suspects.

Time is running out.

We can't go in empty-handed.

The butcher, where's his file?

What file?

All right.

Here we go.

Congratulations.

You just earned years' worth
of evidence on your suspect,

enough to drag him to court.

Let's crank the heat.
Turn that room into a furnace.

Nothing makes them talk faster.

Have we considered
the possibility of a polygraph?

We do have a lie detector.

If we can catch the killer,
we find the missing girl.

Okay, so we don't let him leave
until he takes the test.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"We"? Where do you think you're going?

- In there with you?
- No, you're not. I'm going in there alone.

This guy has a history of harassing girls.
You need someone with my perspective.

- And what perspective would that be?
- That of a woman.

Thank you for waiting.

Now, these are just preliminary questions

we're asking anybody that we think
can help with the case.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Before we get started,
can I get you anything?

You want a coffee or a cigarette, perhaps?

We're new here.

What about you? Live here long?

I'm born and raised.

You certainly know your way around town.

Local butcher.

- Everyone seems to trust you.
- I guess.

Known the Otto girls long?

A couple years.

Annie used to come in weekly
to pick up meat for her family.

Is that why you gave her a summer job?
Felt like you knew them?

She seemed eager to work
and just looked friendly, learned quickly.

How long you been a butcher?

- Thirty years this summer.
- Wow, that's a long time.

I bet the sight of blood
doesn't trigger you anymore.

How old were you when you
started, you know, killing livestock?

Five, six.

Trained at the shop.

- Family business?
- Yeah.

- You own a gun, Mr. Gleen?
- I kept one at the house.

Is that a requirement for the job?

No, more a passion for hunting.

Fox?

- No. Deer.
- Deer.

And since when has that been illegal?

Your gun.

Anything like this?

Smith & Wesson.

That's the most popular gun
in America, sir.

So what?

Strange choice for hunting, though.

Well, no, it's mostly for target practice.

So it is your gun?

No, mine was stolen.

Stolen?

- I filed a report right away.
- Right.

You mean this.

Complaint of theft.

So let me get this straight.

Someone breaks into your house,
all they steal is a gun.

Seems kind of odd.

Well, I'm telling the truth.

Can you turn the heat down in here? God.

Do you know the gun was found
at the crime scene, Mr. Gleen?

You guys... you guys...

...have me confused with somebody else.

What about your shop? Says here
you had complaints filed against you.

Girls.

Why do you have so much information on me?

Since when is that illegal?

Oh, wait.

You think I'm the killer.

The day they went missing,
the girls were seen leaving their school.

Told friends
they were going straight home.

Now, you claim it's been months
since they were at your shop.

Yeah, it's true.

So how is it we found traces
of raw chicken under her fingernails?

Same chicken on your hands right now.

Yeah, I'm not... I'm not answering
any more of your questions,

'cause I never touched those girls.

You have me confused with somebody else,

so unless you have
a real reason to keep me here,

I gotta get home and tend to my mama.

Thank you very much, Mr. Gleen.

- I'm telling you, he's our guy.
- Now, how can you be sure?

He's what they call a methodical killer.

He's emotionally scarred,
shows signs of psychosexual motivation.

- Come on, what signs?
- Slow down.

He practices on animals
before he attempts a kill.

He fits the profile perfectly.

We're basing this on a theory?

There's a difference between
killing chickens and murdering children.

Sexually dysfunctional males
develop a hatred

when they lack contact
with women their age.

What are you saying?

I'm saying people get lonely.

There were no traces
of sexual assault.

Some achieve fulfillment
from the act of violence alone.

- Why?
- He hates women because he wants them.

But he can't bring himself
to have them.

Which is why the body
doesn't show traces of rape.

We need to focus less
on pre-crime behavior

and more on post-crime investigation.

- Meaning?
- Meaning less theory, more proof.

Just because you think somebody's a killer
doesn't mean they are one.

Had you not let him go,

he'd still be hooked up
to a lie detector giving us answers.

You know what--?

Ah. The Otto files? Bring that in here.

You read the files. The guy has
a history of sexual harassment.

Let's talk to his former employees,
they're all women,

and get one of them to testify.

He's not our guy, Pembrock.
Looks nothing like the identikit.

- You said it was too dark to see.
- 200 pounds, six foot?

A guy like that's hard to miss.

Brewster?

Yeah. It's a small town,
but it's not that small.

You saw his hands.

He could crush your face with one blow,
and he understands anatomy for a living.

You have to be strong to pull
something off like this, I give you that.

But this man is sick. He has diabetes.

I'm sorry. Why are we focusing
all of our energy on one guy?

That's what I've been saying.

Because now that he knows he's a suspect,
he'll destroy any remaining evidence.

- Did you search the shop?
- Not yet.

There was hair on the floor.
Tell me we sampled it.

With what warrant?

Real-life applications
require real-life experience.

You can't always judge
a book by its cover,

'cause sooner or later,
it'll bite you in the ass.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Hi.

- Sorry.
- Hey.

Is there a duplicate?

- In the archives, you mean?
- Yeah.

No. This is it.

It's just that
the checkout list is incomplete.

Oh, dear.

Wonder what happened.

Why would anyone
not want their name on here?

Better at this than I was
when I was your age.

I play during homeroom.

You ever play her?

Once. I don't think she liked me.

Your teachers say you liked her.

It's okay to have a crush.

I'm trying to bring her sister home.

You think you could help me?

You recognize that?

Yeah.

Their mom said that
she didn't buy it for them.

Gretta tell you where she got it from?

Was it a gift?

It was?

From someone older?

Was it a friend?

Maybe a secret friend?

Do they teach chess in police school?

"Do they teach chess in police school"?

You know, they should.

Learned more on this board
than I did out in the field.

- Isn't being a detective harder?
- Not really.

Both about the big picture.

Predicting moves, anticipating outcomes.

Check.

It's okay.

You can still win.

The Ottos are holding
a wake for their daughter.

They're hoping to raise awareness and
remind people that Anna's still missing.

Where's Pembrock?

Assumed she'd be with you.

Ms. Trembley? Amelia Pembrock.

Mike Bowers said
you'd be willing to talk about the case.

Great. I was wondering
if I could buy you dinner.

So how long did you work
at the butcher shop?

Less than a year.

I quit when things got uncomfortable.

- He make passes at you?
- Flirting I'm used to.

He was more interested
in proximity than contact,

physical, that is.

First, he asked me to stay late nights,
just watch me handle meat

from across the room,
then the stalking began.

Followed me home, got creepy.

But he never touched you?

Trust me, wouldn't let him.

Asked him to stop.

One night, I punched him.

Holy shit.

But that only made things worse.

The more aggressive I got,
the more he was into it.

Worst part is, he never lost his cool.

So then what happened?

I quit, moved across town.

Started working at the paper.

Crime desk was always my calling.

You guys arrest people with a warrant.

All I need is to get them
on the front page.

Did you see him again?

He moved on to his next employee.

- He prefers them young, you see.
- Hmm.

But to be honest, I know the guy.
He's not who you're looking for.

What makes you say that?

I spoke to Brewster, saw the photos.

I know what you think he did,
but the butcher, he's not built for this.

- He's too shy.
- Too shy?

Too sloppy.

Off the record, I think there's a reason
you're bathing in evidence.

Uh-huh.

You guys found a .357
at the crime scene, right?

And nobody found it suspiciously easy?

Four cases out of five,
murder weapon is never found,

and you guys fish one out the same morning

less than 50 yards away from the body.

How do you know all of this?

I'd suck at my job
if I didn't have sources.

When a crime this big unfolds
in a town this small,

you can't expect people to just stay put.

Listen.

I'm happy to help,

but if you want me to share my homework,
then you better do the same.

People dump stuff off the bridge
all the time, coins, garbage.

So yeah, you could assume
the gun was dumped on a different day

by a different person
for a different reason, but look closely.

Not a trace of rust.

Half the serial number's still legible.

Which is how they pulled
a clean sample of the nitrate powder.

Clues like these
disappear in a matter of hours.

Somehow, this one didn't.

How does everyone around here
know so much about guns?

If you wanna speculate, whoever it is,

he's been carefully
planting evidence to throw you off.

You're looking in all the wrong places.

- This article you found.
- Mm-hmm.

You said Gretta's teeth were smashed,
her bite one of a kind.

So?

So, what if they didn't smash them
to cover up her identity?

What if what they wanted to hide
was something else entirely?

Like a mark?

A bite mark.

Brooksville, June '94,

victim bites into the foot
of her aggressor.

Takes them years to notice
one of their suspects is hiding a scar,

an exact match to the victim's teeth.

No teeth, no print.

You'd have nothing to ID it by.

And all this evidence...

where'd you get it?

Where did you get it?

Okay.

So let's say the butcher was bitten--

Can I say something?
Move on from the obvious.

For years, I let him call me names,

haunt my social life.

Nobody wants to see him punished
more than I do,

but you're losing yourself
in a rabbit hole.

Stop mistaking coincidence for proof.

First guy we interview, and within hours,
he cleans out his shop and his home.

I'm sure you're right,
no coincidence there.

Thank you for all your time.

Appreciate it.

Black looks good on you.

You said it's a wake, right?

A memorial, family organized.

We say a few words then.

- Alan.
- Hmm?

It's been three days
since these girls disappeared,

and I really appreciate you coming here
and working hard on this case.

But you and I both know it.

If we don't find this girl
in the next 24 hours,

statistically speaking,
chances are she won't be back at all.

You think the killer
will be there tonight...

out in the crowd?

Tonight's about a community uniting,

about the bigger plan God has for us all.

Who loses their husband
is known as a widow.

Who loses their parents
is known as an orphan.

But if you lose a kid,

You don't even get a name
to be defined by.

Whose idea was it
to organize this memorial?

Mother? Father?

...should have
to bury their child.

Neither. It was Pembrock's suggestion.

Amelia. Why?

Because it wouldn't be uncommon
for him to take part,

participate in these kinds of--

Yes, community meetings.

You think he'd risk exposing himself?

It's the next best thing
to going back to the crime scene,

relive the experience,

some more of that euphoria.

We will find Anna.

We will bring her home.

These girls mean
so much to this community.

I understand
the pain of the parents,

'cause I myself would do anything
to protect my family.

And with God as my witness,

I will not stop
until we bring our child home.

Where are the suspects?

We ask that you respect
the privacy of the family--

You were supposed to protect them.

Give us names!

If you or anyone has information
that can help us find her--

Is Anna dead?

You're protecting the killer.
Say it!

Wait, wait, wait.

- Is Anna dead?
- Stop.

All right, back, back, back.

Back, back, back. Go, go.

- Take her!
- Get her!

Mrs. Otto, I--

I just found out
the police had a suspect in custody,

and you let them go.

When our daughters went missing...

we trusted you for your help.

To lead the investigation,

we allowed you to follow dead ends

off the promise that
you would be delivering justice.

- Mr. Otto--
- But now, my daughter's future,

could end up being yesterday's headlines.

And we will not find peace
until our Anna is brought back.

Now...

whether Anna's alive

or in a body bag is entirely up to you.

Come on. Let's go.

This is getting out of hand.

- The city's turning on us.
- They want an outcome.

They want closure.

Well, unsolved murders
is bad press for anyone involved.

We're running out of options.

Sometimes any suspect
is better than no suspect.

How can a case this simple
be so difficult to solve?

Maybe it's not as simple as we think.

We've gotta be missing something.

Okay, the Otto girls leave school here...

and they're meant to arrive home here.

But they never do.

Which means somewhere along
this path our suspect approaches them.

Someone they're familiar with,
not out of the ordinary.

They trust him.

Maybe he offered them a ride home,

gave them false information,
tricked them into following him.

How do we know it was
a planned homicide and not a kidnapping?

We don't.

Maybe all he wanted to do was play.

Hmm?

In the hopes to let them go,
promised to make it his little game.

He gets pleasure from the proximity alone.

Game? What kind of game?

Could be anyone's guess.

Soft choking, dominating the victim.

So he ties them up.

It's all part of the agreement.

Except they panic...

things get out of hand real quick,
and the game turns into a fight.

A fight into murder.

So Gretta tries to defend herself.

She fights back.

She bites him.

That wound
is now a one-of-a-kind fingerprint.

So he smashes the teeth,
so it won't come back to him.

When it comes time to ditch the body,

he chooses a place
where it's likely to get stuck underwater.

Trying to wash away all the evidence.

But he doesn't consider the tide.
The body surfaces too soon.

We find it.

After he kills the first twin,
he doesn't let the other one go.

Why?

Well, he can't just drop her off.

- She'll talk.
- Right.

So he detains her.

He's hoping to keep playing.

Same game, different outcome.

All right.
Let's just say this is what happens.

All right?

Now the question is who.

I went back to the library,

found a ledger on child abduction.

The checkout list was ripped.
One name was missing.

Who wouldn't want a record
of ever checking out that binder?

I know who.

The Otto girls left for school here.

The butcher lives with his mother here.

Curb to curb, it's a block.

He watched them out his window for months

before finally doing something about it.

Did you know about that?

He didn't take them to his shop.

He took them to his home.

It's a great theory.

Still doesn't explain the gun.

He's right.

No bullets fired, no shells recovered,
so how does that factor in?

Maybe it doesn't.

Maybe it never did.

We have to get a warrant
to search the butcher's home.

Now, how am I gonna get the prosecutor

to give us a warrant
when we barely have any evidence?

Every day that goes by,

it gets more and more difficult
to collect any.

- We're trying.
- Aren't you sick of trying?

- Stop.
- It's either this

or we just wait
for the other body to wash up.

We know!

- Do you think this is a coincidence?
- Enough!

Look... you came here
to assist and observe.

But so far all I've seen from you
is guesses and theories.

You've been absent for days
assembling a case of your own.

What are you really trying to say?

You're good at figuring people out.
Why don't you tell me?

You want honesty? You're lost.

A caricature of your former self.

Desperate to retire in spite of your age.

You reek of alcohol
every day that we're out here.

At this point, you're really
only as good as your opinions,

which you're reticent to offer,
because you have none.

The only good part of your day...

is the few seconds after you wake up...

before you remember that you're
waking up to a world that he's not in.

Go home, Amelia.

Get some sleep.

Amelia.

Maybe you're onto something,
but without enough evidence,

even the best of us
couldn't draw a connection.

You think he really did it?

Prove it.

Mama?

Mama.

Oh, God.

Just in time.
That's the prosecutor's office.

We can have a warrant as early as today.

- What's this?
- New evidence.

Matches the girl's shoes.

- Where'd you get it?
- They didn't say.

Came in middle of the night,
anonymous drop-off.

More importantly,
the DNA on it matches the butcher.

When we found the girl,
Gretta was wearing both shoes.

- Did the family call in a missing shoe?
- No.

Is her DNA on the shoe?

Technically, no.

The size and color are a match.

This proves nothing.

We can't go around arresting people
for their shopping habits.

The butcher doesn't have kids,
no nieces either.

What is a grown man doing
buying children's shoes?

This isn't proof.

You've got to be pretty desperate
to call this evidence.

- Well, we are desperate.
- Guilty or not,

you can't take back a murder charge.

People will start talking.

We certainly wouldn't want them to come
to the wrong conclusion, would we?

You're making a mistake.

Look, if we want a warrant,

I need to make a call
in the next five minutes

or we have to wait till Monday.

Where are you going?

I'm going to eat, to sleep,

maybe relax a little bit.

You know, you should do the same.

You're not good to anybody
being up all night.

- Kramer--
- And Ripley's on duty downstairs.

You can get that wound looked at.

Done.

Guess that glass of wine
in the bath wasn't such a great idea.

Wine glass, huh?

'Cause judging by that cut
I just stitched up,

I'd say you were drinking
out of a five-foot metal vase.

You'll report it?

I have to.

Lab stocks up on my supplies.

They're gonna need to know
what I used it for.

Why? What do you think I should write?

A minor domestic accident.

Whatever it takes
to keep you out in the field.

Now, get out there
and catch that son of a bitch.

Thank you.

A whiskey, double.

Please.

I should thank you.

With a single accusation,

you managed to shake
my life up with ruthless efficiency.

First... you put my name in the papers.

Then within a couple days,

all my customers just... disappeared.

That's when the death threats started.

I had to close the shop.

Five generations of work, gone.

God only knows
how I'm gonna care for mama.

But...

But...

But at least we know...

how one man's opinion

can thoroughly destroy
the life of a complete stranger.

But that day you came to see me, I...

guess you didn't consider that, did you?

You know detective...

I have nothing to hide from you.

But...

But even if I did,

what makes you think I'd ever tell you?

What's going on?

Amelia.

It's over.

The butcher is...

is dead.

We all knew this case
would reach a satisfying conclusion.

Earlier today,
Boris Gleen took his own life.

Though the confession
wasn't secured in time,

we have reason to believe he was the man

who kidnapped and murdered Gretta Otto.

- So, what was his motive?
- Well, we have yet to--

Is it true that one of the investigators
was seen drinking with the suspect?

- I'm not sure about that.
- What about Anna Otto?

- Have they found a body?
- No, we have not yet found a body.

But we are--

Please, the investigation
will continue as planned.

Justice for Gretta has been made.

Congratulations.
That's a hell of a first case.

Must be happy.

Methodical theory, predictable outcome,

everything by the books.

That's what you wanted, right?

I'm packing my bags.

Leaving tomorrow, first flight out.

You should probably do the same.

They still teach
forensic mythology at the academy?

Mm-hmm.

My first week,
they gathered all the cadets,

this big auditorium,

wanted to speak to us about good and evil.

Saint Gabriel and the dragon,
you know that story?

No.

There was this knight named Gabriel.

They said he was a saint,
but really he was just a good man.

Sword, code of honor.

And one day this dragon shows up

and so he travels
to the mountains to fight it.

But it's not the type of dragon
you see in fairy tales,

it's something much worse.

It doesn't just breathe fire,
it... it whispers lies,

it stirs fear.

It turns people on each other,

eats them from within.

So days go by and then weeks,

and everybody's waiting
for Gabriel to come back, but...

...never does.

After all these years in the academy,
that's the first thing you hear...

but it's the hardest thing to learn...

is that sometimes the dragon wins.

I just wanted to catch him alive,
you know?

Retirement...

won't bring him back.

I know it was never about that.

You just want the feeling to go away.

You want closure.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

Building's empty.

Didn't think I'd find you here.

Come to say goodbye.

Yeah, I'm on the first flight out.

I wanted to say thank you for everything.

You tried your best.

- We all did.
- Yeah.

I don't know, maybe this is all my fault.

What's that?

It's a mold of the girl's teeth.

Finally came in.

Who knew reconstruction
could take this long?

I doubt it would've made a difference.
Want me to get it off your hands?

You checked the butcher's body, right?
For bite marks?

I could add it to inventory
with the rest of the evidence.

- Let me take it.
- No, I... I can handle it.

All right.

- All right.
- Yeah.

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah, man.

Thank you.

So, what now?

Talks of locking down the city.

Roadblocks at every access.

Nobody gets in or out
until the second body shows up.

Maybe I should stay.

Oh, no, you should leave.

Doesn't take a doctor
to notice that this case

has been devouring you
from the inside like a cancer

getting worse by the minute.

I wouldn't forgive myself
if it pushed you to the breaking point.

- Checking out another book?
- Just returning this please.

Okay. Did you find
what you were looking for?

Uh, almost.

All right. Well, if you would
please just sign

the log here, first name and initials.

Oh, forgot. The log's damaged.

Oh... I will get a new one.

Hey, miss. I...

Miss, wait.

- It's ironic, isn't it?
- What's that?

All this evidence...

yet this bracelet
still remains the biggest mystery.

You seem fixed on it.

You know, I'm done here. I could...

I could walk you out if you want, okay?

Just give me a minute.

You ashamed of your scars, doctor?

Oh, yeah. My wife finds it hideous.

Looks like it hurts.

Well, they always
get infected this time of year.

I didn't know healed scars
were prone to reinfection.

Kramer, I was wrong.

It was never the butcher.
I know who the killer is.

I'll tell you what, first thing Monday,
I'll go through the inventory again,

and I'll see if anyone has anything more
on that bracelet gift to Gretta.

What... what shape was that again?

It's a horseshoe shape.

But I never told you it was a gift.

You're the last ones out. See you Monday.

When I first met them,
they were in need of a father figure.

What else was I supposed to do?

I swear they were having
just as much fun as I was.

This was meant to be a game.

It was our little secret.

Shame one of them had to spoil everything.

Dr. Ripley?

ID, please.

Yes. Officer, I'm transporting medicine.

It's urgent.

One moment. Please shut off the car.

Okay.

Shit.

Sir, I need you
to get back in your vehicle.

Back in your car.

Sir, get back in your car, please.
Are you okay? Are you all right?

Get me an EMT up right away.

Get me an EMT up--

What?

Oh, my God!

Stand down!

Don't shoot!

Get to cover.
Get back. Get your hands...

I never meant to plant evidence
or for anyone to get hurt.

I don't care why you did it.

Just give up.

I can help you survive this.

Oh, my God.

Suspect is down.

- Clear the area.
- Officer down.

You're safe.

You're safe.

Can I take it?

Are you hurt?

Attention all passengers,

the train departing from platform one
will be leaving in ten minutes.

Didn't I warn you that a town like this
will surprise you in all the worst ways?

A case like this,

you learn more in a week than
you would have with years of training.

Right. Yeah.

The Otto family is in
lifelong gratitude to you, as am I.

Wish I could have done more.

It's from the town.

They don't want you to forget about them.

Even if I wanted to.

It's gonna be strange
taking over his office.

He would have wanted you to.

I heard about your dissertation.

Your students, they'll be lucky
to have you at the academy.

I was hoping
to stay in the field, actually.

What do you think, captain?

Oh, it's major now.

- Mm-hmm.
- Got any new cases, major?

Ah.

What do you know
about hostage negotiation?

There's always a first time.

New York?

Well, your bag's already packed.

Take your time. Think it over.

No need.

Tell them I'm on my way.