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- Jake.
- Dutch.

Hey, you're not gonna like this one, Jake.
Trust me.

Don't examine the body
until the lead investigator is present.

Understood. But you're half an hour late.

The priest said that he'd never seen
this woman in the church before.

Just because he's a priest
don't mean he can't lie, Mary.

Sage.

Jake!

Wait here.

I already spoke with Dr. Loesch.

The artist is right where he should be.

Just wait till CSI finish this report.

Can't startjumping into conclusions here.

What were you guys talking about?

Just some old demons.

St. Joseph's called again today.

The doctors are giving him one week,
maybe two at the most.

You should go see him.

- I can't handle that.
- Mary, this is your dad.

Can we please just not talk about this?

The impon'ant thing
is god created the world.

He first created the heavens.

And inside the heavens,

he created the cherub/m,
the angels, and the archangels.

The archangels were essentially
the highest rank of angels

and the chief messengers of god himself.

Among those archangels
was a being known as Lucifer.

Both women were coated
in a resinous substance.

The lab confirmed it's the same compound
used on previous victims.

- Previous victims?
- I think it's pretty safe to assume

- we have a copycat on our hands, folks.
- Sir?

One with a rather intimate knowledge
of his predecessor...

- Uh, excuse me, sheriff?
- Yes, detective Kelly.

I didn't realize that there were
other murders connected to this case.

I'd assumed Jake filled you in.

It must've slipped his mind.

Okay, here's the cliff's notes version.

Five years ago, serial killer
arnaud lefeuvre aka "the artist"

abducted and murdered six women.

Prostitutes, sex workers.

First, he poisoned and preserved them
using ricin, extracted from castor beans,

then he'd arrange and decorate the corpses
in lifelike poses using metal frames,

leaving them to be found
in various places around the city.

He called them his "masterpieces."

I do actually remember that.
It was before finals,

so the details are a little fuzzy.
How did you guys end up catching him?

Damn fine detective work is how.

Done by damn fine detectives,
one of whom is sitting right beside you.

Hey. You might want to ease up
on the caffeine there.

It's the only thing keeping me vertical.

Sleep hasn't been very restful
for me lately.

A railroad worker found her
about an hour ago.

Maybe get some photographs
around here.

The city is still trying to recover

from what happened five years ago.

Last thing we need is some damn copycat
reenacting this nightmare.

Well, you're preaching to the choir, sir.

Yeah. That's why
I'm considering every option.

No way. Absolutely not.

You gotta think objectively here, Jake.
He's our best chance, and you know it.

Nobody would do this, sir.

- Dutch has already volunteered.
- Dutch?

Okay, sorry. Volunteered for what?

The artist.

He wants to send Dutch in there
to see the artist.

Well, that's a bold move, um,
but worth a shot.

I think that if you appeal to his ego,

he would resent the fact that another,
lesser artist is copying his work.

But I think Dutch needs some finesse.

I would send someone else.

Who do you have in mind, detective?

Um, you're looking at her.

- My background is in psychology, so...
- I've read your file, Mary.

Then what do you say?
You won't regret this.

Sir, she's not ready for this.

You know what? I'm actually very capable
of making my own decisions.

Thank you. I won't let you down.

I'll call Dr. Loesch,
set it up this afternoon.

Thank you.

I still deserve to be here, you know.

So don't even think about monopolizing
the conversation.

I get to ask some of the questions.

All of them actually.
I'm not going in with you.

What do you mean?

Well, the artist is only going to play
ball if we could somehow win his trust.

That would be impossible with me
in the room, considering our history.

You mean what?
Other than the arrest, or...?

People will remember the artist

for the way he murdered
and preserved six women.

But he actually took seven lives.

What are you talking about?

Zeke Anderson. My partner for 15 years.

And a good friend.

The night we finally tracked down
the artist, Zeke was killed.

Jake, I'm so sorry. I... I had no idea.

There's more.

That night, we were pursuing the artist
in a patrol car.

We collided. Our vehicles flipped.

I must have lost consciousness
for a moment

because I don't remember Zeke getting out.

I just seen him standing
next to the artist and...

And what?

Zeke doused himself in gasoline

and set himself on fire.

Mr. Lefeuvre is monitored
around the clock.

He's actually the only resident
of a psychiatric institution

scheduled for execution.

The court declared him sane.

Yes, I read the mental evaluation
presented at his trial.

- And you disagree?
- My opinion's irrelevant.

The artist was transferred here
to prevent any further self-harm.

Self-harm?

Slashing his wrists and painting
on the walls in his own blood.

Thank you.

Mr. Lefeuvre?
My name is detective Mary Kelly.

I know who you are.

I'm sorry. Did someone tell you
that I was coming?

Yes. A winged friend told me.

Well, I'm sure someone like you
has much better use of their time

than conversing with birds.

And who said anything about a bird?

The reason for my visit today
is actually because...

Regarding the copycat, no doubt.

I presume you'd hoped
to pick at my brain on the matter.

Yes, I was.

I was hoping that you might
familiarize yourself with the case.

If you saw some photos of the victims,

maybe you would notice something
that could help us.

And if I notice something,
what would be in it for me?

I just assumed a man like you

wouldn't want his legacy tarnished
by an imposter.

That's semi-clever, Mary.

I'm afraid you'll have to take
a different tack with me.

Okay, then, I will talk to Dr. Loesch.

See if I can get you
some better meal options.

Two weeks before my execution,
you think I'd be swayed by a new menu?

Extending the time in the yard, then?

I abhor physical exertion of any kind.

"No" again, I'm afraid.

But let's cut to the chase, shall we?

I want my death sentence
commuted to life in prison.

I'm afraid I don't have the authority
to offer you that.

You will have once we show
the authorities something.

May I?

Photographs of my art macabre

can still be seen on the Internet
if one knows where to look,

and then used to replicate my work.

So the suspect could be literally anyone.

No, not anyone.

The preservative was a match.

Your formula was sealed by court order.
It was never released to the public.

So this copycat,
he knows far more than he should.

Maybe it was someone that you knew
from your past

and one that you confided in?

Could you leave the file with me tonight?
I'd like to study it in detail.

I'll have Dr. Loesch
bring it to your cell.

In the meantime,
I have prepared some questions

that might help refresh your memory.

That won't be necessary.
My memory is absolute.

But I would like your help
with a different matter.

- What is that?
- My art supplies.

They've been in the sheriff's
department storage since my arrest.

I want them back
with permission to use them in my cell.

I must have my art supplies first
or we can't proceed.

It's non-negotiable.

Reminder that my hour of death
is fast approaching. Thank you, Mary.

I'll see what I can do.

Should you find anything, Dr. Loesch
will provide you access to a phone.

Mary, are you familiar
with the archangel samael?

Yes, but I outgrew fairy tales.

I never thought you'd come as Mary.

He knew I was coming.

Someone on the inside
must be feeding him information.

What about our case?
Is he willing to help?

What does he want?

He wants his sentence commuted.

- No damn way!
- Okay. He might know something.

Don't be na'ive, Mary.

- He only said what you wanted to hear.
- Nai've?

- Wow. That was uncalled for.
- I'm sorry.

But two weeks from now,
that bastard is gonna fry,

and the world
will be a better place for it.

I think we both could use a coffee.

Look, I'm okay. Thank you.

Fuck!

Sir, step away from the vehicle right now.
I'm not going to ask you again.

- Mind unlocking it?
- Yeah. Sorry.

Thank you.

Not a single print, trace of DNA.

Same as the others five years ago.

Yeah, what is it?

Tell Dr. Loesch
I need to speak with detective Kelly.

You have two minutes.

Did you see that tattoo
on her left shoulder?

The sigil of baphomet?

An inverted pentagram
with a goat's head at the center.

It represents carnality, I think.

You're familiar with that stuff?

Well, I'm familiar with the Piper:

A brothel five minutes' drive
from where her body was found.

All the women working there
have tattoos just like that.

She was a hooker, Mary.

Detective Kelly.

Thank you for reuniting me
with my old paints, Mary.

Very much appreciated.

Prove it.

Oh, iwill.

But first I want to make something
perfectly clear.

Whatever help I provide
is for you and only for you.

Not for your police friends
nor anybody else. Understood?

Understood.

Well, the copycat's latest victim,
the crucified girl...

Do you happen to know
if the coroner clipped her wings?

Why would that matter?

Because she's going to need them.

Why does she need them?

Mr. Lefeuvre, why does she need her wings?

For herjourney to the afterlife.

Forget something?

Yeah, I need to look at these wings.

What exactly did he say?

Something about the wings. He implied
that they were important somehow.

There's something in here.
I think it's glued.

What the hell is that?

It's a nail Polish brush.

This shade was discontinued years ago.

You could tell all that
just by looking at the cap?

No, this is the exact shade
that I wore in high school.

My father hated me for wearing it.

I'm gonna need to take this, okay?

That brush was in there, sir.

And you can confirm this?

Still wondering about the coroner, though.

Dr. Reed? What... what about him?

Well, are you aware of him ever coming
into contact with the artist, sir?

What if he knew the brush was there
all along and never said anything?

Why... why would he do something like that?

Jake, I've known Dr. Reed for five years.

Look, I think it's important
that we just keep the artist talking

and I honestly think that we need
to consider his commutation request.

We're gonna need more than a brush
to approach the governor, detective.

But if you feel you're onto something,
you keep going.

You'll get all the support you need.

How about we focus on catching the copycat
so they both can fry?

Hey, can I ask you something?

The night the artist was arrested,
what happened, exactly?

Jake and Zeke were pursuing at a high rate
of speed when Jake lost control.

They crashed. Vehicle caught on fire.

Jake made it out, Zeke died at the scene.

Jake suffered bad burns to his left arm,
but he still made the arrest, Mary.

Hello, Jacob.

I suppose a firm handshake
is out of the question.

I'd rather shake hands with the devil.

Careful what you wish for.

You-you realize how batshit crazy you are?

This is such misguided thinking, Jacob,

especially from a person
who's witnessed what you've witnessed.

It's a pity, really.
I do take comfort in one thing.

Not only did Zeke finally see the light,
he became it.

Oh, yeah?

I didn't lay a finger on him.
Your partner set himself ablaze.

Put your firearm down.

Now.

We need to have a talk.

Victim ID'd as Desiree washburne, age 26.

Affiliated with the sex trade,
by any chance?

Says she worked
for several online escort agencies.

Three dead in three days.

I really want to hurt this guy, Mary.

[Need you to back up.

Sniffer dogs are working the woods,

and Dutch is on foot and tire print duty,

so we should have the entry
and exit points in no time...

Unless this guy can fly. Yeah.

He's getting reckless.

No. More confident.

There's something underneath the nail.

Uh, do you have some tweezers?

This is a needle from an antique compass.

My partner Zeke
had a compass just like it.

Never saw him without it, Mary. Not once.

But the day after he died,
his wife came to collect his effects.

No sign of the compass.

No, you don't actually think that...

First your nail Polish, now Zeke's needle?

You tell me.

How do you know it's not an act?

He's suffered episodes
like this since childhood.

Do you have any theories as to the cause?

At age ten, he sustained a blood clot
on the brain after a fall.

He spent the next two years
in a wheelchair.

The damaged regions of his brain

were likely re-aggravated
at the time of his capture

due to use of excessive force
by detective Doyle.

No, I read the arrest report. There's
no mention of any misconduct by Jake.

It also doesn't mention he spent the next
three months in therapy aftennards.

- Lefeuvre?
- No. Jake Doyle.

I thought you knew.

Before he lit the match,
Zeke looked right at me and laughed.

And that laugh,
a sound I never wanna hear again,

it was pure evil.

A pure evil laugh?

Jacob, do you hear yourself?
An evil laugh?

I sincerely hope you did not put this
into your incident report

because it makes you sound
unreservedly insane.

Detective Kelly.

You knew...
You knew about the nail Polish brush.

Nail Polish brush?

You told me to go and look, and you said...

I told you where to look,
not what you would find.

So why the nail Polish brush,
Mr. Lefeuvre?

What is the significance?

Because it's something I used to do.

I would place some personal possession
next to each body,

and forensics missed it every time.

It's an ancient burial practice.

An object to accompany the dead
on theirjourney to the afterlife.

But you don't believe in the afterlife,
do you, Mary?

You know, a petition to commute
your sentence has been drafted.

I just doubt it ever reaches
the governor's desk.

By the way, Mary, you were correct.

The copycat does know my work well.

Maybe too well, which makes me wonder...

If truth be told, Mary,

I have a number of admirers.

And I may have even met some of them
before my arrest,

and I may have even divulged
some of my secrets to them.

So it is possible
that among these letters,

there is a likely suspect.

Oh, I'd be very happy
to come help you look at those.

Nobody looks through
my correspondence except me.

I'll need your word on that.

You have my word on that.

Mr. Lefeuvre, what do you know
about a missing compass?

I know nothing about a compass, all right?

A needle for one was found
under the fingernail of the last victim.

Photograph?

So a compass missing its needle...

Or a needle missing its compass.

And what might that represent
metaphorically, Mary?

What?

Disorientation.

Or a lost soul
struggling to find their way.

Can you excuse me?

I have some reading to do.

I don't wanna die.

About your dad,
they're giving him one week, maybe.

You don't believe
in the afterlife, do you?

Or a lost soul struggling
to find their way.

Hey. Ooh, what's that smell?

- Smells like there's something burning.
- Oh, that's the sage.

The sage?

Thank you.

Um, so what's with the sage?

Expels negative thought.

Dale, I'm not getting into it
about my dad again, okay?

I wasn't gonna say a word about your dad.

Sorry. It's just, the...
The case has been getting to me.

Let's eat.

For my next demonstration,

I'm going to need a volunteer.

Please. Sit down.

Please, sit.

Now, you are going to be
what I wish you to be.

Hey, are you sure it's okay
we're not taking that trip to Rome?

Yeah. I know your work takes priority.

What was that?

You sure it was the same guy?

Yeah, positive. He was...

He just seemed really crazed, like he's
under the influence of something.

Could this be the killer
that you're after?

He's struck again.

Get some rest, Mary.

I'm coming with you.

The museum security says

five hours are missing
from the dome security footage.

He took his time with this one.
Wonder why.

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah. It's Zeke's compass, all right.

Don't move it.

This is Doyle. Evidence room.

What is that? German?

Uh, Dutch, I believe.

"Het helse landschap..."
"The infernal landscape."

Wait... what?

You okay?

Before Zeke died, he texted me this.

It's an art book.

"The newly discovered work by 16th-century
master hieronymus bosch."

It says it's out of print.

I know where we could find a copy.

The inferno landscape.

I read it a couple of times,

but never figured out
what Zeke was trying to tell me.

Samael.

The artist mentioned that name before.

Samael was a fallen angel cast into hell.
But he's better known as...

Lucifer, yeah.
I'm familiar with the story.

We thank father linares for his testimony.

The exorcisms he participated in
during his final mission to Ethiopia

provide us with a better understanding
of the phenomena of possession.

What are we doing here?

I want you to meet an old friend.

Enjoy.

Thank you, father.

Allow me to introduce my partner,
Mary Kelly.

Father, I was wondering if you could look
into Mary's etheric aura.

- I believe she may need a healing.
- What are you talking about?

She's been exposed to a negative force.

The evil man
at the center of our investigation.

My god, I'm out of here.

- Mary, wait.
- What was that back there?

- Look, I was only trying to help.
- You're trying to help how?

Look, I've been studying,
learning new things.

I wanted to share them with you.

I thought you were different
than Dutch and all the others,

- but I guess I was wrong.
- No, no, no.

I am trying to catch a serial killer.

You're wasting our time.

Jake, you can believe whatever you want,

and what you read in your own time,
that's your business, okay?

But when superstition starts interfering
with the work, then I have a problem.

Well, if you want to be reassigned,
just ask the sheriff.

I'm sure Dutch would welcome you
with open arms...

That is not what I'm saying.

Jake, this is not healthy,
especially for you, okay?

- Hey, car's this way.
- I'm taking a walk.

Mary.

Is he all right?

Pulse and breathing are normal.
He's fine.

Yeah, you filed numerous reports
to extend his stay.

And I've read your reports
on his supposed "self-harm."

It's a little overstated, in my opinion.

Do you have a medical degree?

Just a masters in common sense.

Do you want to level with me, or should I
go to the board of directors instead?

His mind fascinates me.

I'd been studying him
ever since he arrived.

At any rate,
we both want him here for now.

Dispatch controller
reynes sd751.

Groundskeeper's truck used
in it. Governor's abduction

was just found outside parrie reserve.

Located the vehicle.
In standby and awaiting CSI.

Come in.

- These were just dropped off.
- Thanks.

Uh, ten minutes ago, sir.

Yeah. Yeah, I saw the photos myself.

I fonnarded them to your private email.

Yeah, yeah.

Uh... yes, I believe
that's our only option, actually.

I mean, look,

There's no guarantees here
but time is not our friend.

Of course, governor.

I had to inform the governor
of all our options...

Including the artist's request.

Dammit!

You know, Jake, maybe you ought to think
about sitting the rest of this one out.

You know? Take a little break.
Take some time for yourself.

It'd be totally understandable.

Well, it. Gov. Diaz doesn't match
the profile of any of the other victims.

Are we sure that this is our guy?

He abandoned his truck
a couple blocks away.

Inside, we found trace amounts
of chloroform and...

And the dove feathers. All matches.

And then, there are these.

Delivered to the psych institute
via courier service,

addressed to arnaud lefeuvre.

He's trying to prove himself
to the master.

Or he's showing off...

Boasting he can do better.

I mean, the artist never targeted

such a high-profile victim like this,
detective.

Regardless, I'm convinced,

I'm convinced they've been communicating
since the very beginning.

Maybe using code to get past
all the inspections. I don't know.

We're gonna know shortly, though.

What are you talking about?

Uh, Dr. Loesch has agreed to help us
take a closer look.

No, I gave the artist my word. I'm not
going to risk losing his trust right now...

Don't worry. He'll never know.

Sure. Yeah.

No, please!

What are you doing?

Couldn't sleep.

Your commutation order,
signed by the governor,

effective under one condition:
It. Gov. Diaz must be found alive.

- What is this?
- Medical checkup.

Bullshit.

- You have 45 minutes.
- Yeah, that's plenty.

- Something familiar about that mug.
- Stay on task, detective.

- He's struck again.
- Hmm.

I'm revisiting a childhood favorite.

The ecstasy of Santa Teresa by bernini.

By the way, your friends were here.

It wasn't my idea.

And they left empty-handed.

I tried to stop them. I...

Do you remember I told you, Mary,
that I would help you but not them?

Oh, I took all my letters and burned them

and flushed the ashes down the toilet.

But not before committing them to memory.

Mr. Lefeuvre, please.
Tell me what you remember.

You tell me something first, Mary.

You tell me if you believe
that a man who is free inside his own mind

can truly be confined
behind the bars of a prison?

I don't follow.

The sketch.

Boy, let's go. Come on.

My two o'clock's here.

Keep quiet.

- What are you doing?
- What the hell'd I tell ya, boy?

Why did you do that?

- No more religious shit!
- Stop!

Ain't nothing but brainwashing.

- Stop!
- I won't tolerate it!

But I like the old masters' style.

You wanna draw something, draw a dog.
Or a real live person, for once!

In the subsequent two years,

I was confined to a wheelchair.

Jake, you know all about that, don't you?

Jake!

Come out!
Come out, wherever you are.

Mr. Lefeuvre, I am sure
your childhood was very difficult,

but time is of the essence right now.

I need you to talk to me
about the copycat. Please.

I'm nearly out of sculpting Clay.

I'll replenish that.
Please talk to me about the copycat.

The gentleman you seek
is a forger of renaissance paintings,

primarily religious in theme.

I used to frequent a quaint little antique
store called Langdon & sons.

And they, more than occasionally,

displayed some
of his counterfeits there, Mary.

- We're not open yet.
- We're not customers.

- Well, you just can't barge in here...
- Without a warrant?

What about it?

When the artist referenced a painting,
he made a...

Who painted this?

He wished to remain anonymous.

I paid him in cash,
and I never saw him again.

We're gonna need to seize it as evidence.

Hey, when did you get a search warrant?

I didn't. I always keep a blank one handy.

No one ever reads them.

[Gunshofl

if you knock on the devil's door,
he'll answer.

It's the freak who broke into my house!

Mary, wait!

Wait!

You should've listened to me, Mary!

Put your hands behind your head.

- It's too late now, Mary.
- Back off!

- I will shoot. I will shoot!
- Pull that trigger, Mary!

You don't have the guts
to pull that trigger.

I tried to warn you.

Javier Salazar,

the man who assaulted you, was employed
at the institute until last year.

Worked there as a nurse.

We're comparing his DNA with the salivary
DNA found on the envelope

that contained it. Gov. Diaz's photos.

What we know already, he was
in daily direct contact with the artist.

He was the rn
in charge of drug administration.

I've already checked Salazar's record.

He was let go due to his mental condition.
Acute bipolarism, according to Dr. Loesch.

Look, he sounds psychotic
so it's really hard to believe

that he's capable
of such elaborate murders.

Except we won't know for sure
until the DNA comes back,

but I'm pretty damn confident
he was our guy, Mary.

We still have a missing woman, sir.

The lab's running soil traces
on Salazar's shoes.

We want to pinpoint exactly
where he's been.

Any results on that painting?

Thumb must have brushed the wet paint.

I offered Zeke a full confession

and all I asked for in return
was for him to sit for his portrait.

In fact, I would like to make
the same offer to you.

Of course, I'm perfectly capable
of drawing from memory.

Would you care to sit for me?

Got a print on the painting, detective.

Did you run it through AFIS,
confirming it's Salazar's?

Belongs to a woman, actually.

We had her print on file
from a prostitution arrest years ago.

- Name and address?
- It's all in there, detective.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

I'll bring you up to speed en route.

Take some backup.

You might want to see this.

No, it can't be her.
This body's been here for far too long.

This level of desiccation
would take years.

He must have been testing
the preservative on her.

Turned this whole apartment
into an art studio

to measure the rate of decomposition.

- I wouldn't touch that if I were you.
- Poison?

It's probably ricin extracted
from castor beans.

Same toxin he used on the other girls.

A single drop can kill a horse.

So the bosch wasn't a bosch at all,

but a forgery painted right here.

Gotta be crawling with Salazar's DNA.

I don't think so.

Welcome to the artist's home, Jake.

He's playing games with us.

He turned his own mother
into a Guinea pig.

Salazar's DNA...

Not a match.

You knew that painting
would take us to the apartment,

and you wanted us to find your mother.

Why?

Because I wanted you to understand
who I truly am.

I have read every single public record
with your name on it,

including the court cases.
I have a very good grasp on who you are.

Did you ever think
there may be truths about me, Mary,

that are not contained in those files?

This all began
when I was working on a piece

called the infernal landscape.

And then I heard a voice

and that was the voice
of the archangel samael.

Why am I listening to this?

And that voice opened my ears and my eyes
to who I really am.

You've given me nothing on the copycat.

I'll let the governor know.

Too bad for you.
I can tell you exactly where to find him.

Why should I believe you?

What choice do you have?

By the time I finish,
you'll have his exact address.

I promise you.

Finish what?

Sculpting.

Sculpting you.

You are a sick man
because you don't realize something.

If the it. Governor dies,
you're going to the chair.

You don't care.

- What are you doing?
- Waiting.

You can't be serious right now.

Deathly.

Make yourself comfortable...

If you want that address.

Here's the deal.

You have ten minutes
and not a second more.

At the end of those ten minutes,
you're giving me the address.

Agreed. Shall we?

The human form is a defined work
of grace and proportion

but the same cannot be said, however,

For the human mind,
which is weak and corrupt/hie.

To create a sculpture
is to solve a mystery...

Every contour, a destination,

every gaze, a roadmap...

Every expression and hollow,

the hidden address of the soul.

Did you know, Mary,
that when I first glimpse a person,

their story is already revealed to me?

And that yours is the tale
of a young woman

plagued by terrible scars
from her childhood.

We all have old wounds.

Wounds are the trademark of warriors,
wouldn't you agree?

And god could have healed your wounds.

But you turned your back on him.
Why, Mary?

My father.

A man you haven't seen in many years.

Who you still, in fact, refuse to see.

And all he wants to do
is to be able to say goodbye to you.

You're not guessing anymore.
How do you know that?

Why won't you see him, Mary?

You don't know what he put me through.

What did he put you through?

Did he abuse you as my mother abused me?

No, no. You and I are not the same.

That man, he never touched me. He...

He would put his hand on the stove, and...

He would say,
"this is what happens to flesh in hell."

And I couldn't stop him.

And you could smell his burning skin?

I still can.

So he made you responsible
for the torment he was suffering.

That is truly
the stuff of nightmares, Mary.

Tell me about them.

They begin with falling.

Falling where?

Into flames.

The burning was so real

that I could still feel it
when I woke up in the morning.

Do you still have those nightmares, Mary?

No.

The moment I stopped believing in hell,
they went away,

and my father couldn't scare me
with them anymore.

But that made him try all the harder,

Didn't it, Mary?

He said I was possessed,

that I needed help.

And that's when he started
dragging me to confession.

And that's where you first seduced him?

Right in the confessional booth?

Seduced who?

The priest who took your confessions:
Father Dale.

The one who now shares your bed.

Who are you talking to? Who told you this?

Do you know why he shares your bed, Mary?

Do you?

- I don't need to answer these questions.
- Would you like me to tell you more...

Stop! Stop!

- We fell in love.
- Love?

You fell in love?

He chose a different life with me.

Ah. So it was true love? Correct?

- Yes.
- Uh-huh.

And when you tell yourself that, Mary,

- do you believe it?
- Yes.

- Do you actually believe that?
- Yes.

- I don't think you do.
- Yes, I do.

Or didn't you, in fact, do it
merely to spite your father?

Thank you for sitting for me, Mary.

It's very much appreciated.

It's your turn.

The address. Now.

The address is 1522 Lola court.

Was that loud enough?
Or shall I repeat it for your colleagues?

1522 Lola court.
Come on, people! Let's go!

Mary, you're forgetting something.

This is for you.

And always remember, Mary,

that the truth is only ever found
within ourselves.

Need a lift?

Why didn't you go with the others?

I figured those apes could handle
an arrest without me for once.

Yeah, but it's our case.
One of us should've...

I'd rather be here right now.

Come on, Mary.

Oh, my god. Oh, my...

I just... I don't understand how he knows
all those things about my life.

It's stuff that I've only ever told
one other person.

And...

No. No, it can't be.

He's just putting things
in my head, right?

"Truth is found within oneself."
That's what he said.

Who said what?

Wait, what are you doing?

Archibald, have you lost your mind?

Son of a bitch!

I'll be damned.

265 opal street. It's the right address.

- Do you know where this is?
- Yeah.

Anyone home?

What the hell is all this?

It's me. It's...

It's my entire life.

"Infernum."

It's... Latin for hell.

Come on, Mary.

- We really need to call this in.
- Go ahead.

I'm just gonna take a few pictures.
I'll catch up, okay?

Car 252 to dispatch.

Hi, you've reached Dale.
Leave a message.

- Governor Diaz?
- Yes. Who are you?

I'm the one who's getting you out of here.

Okay.

- How do you unlock this?
- The devil man. He has the key.

- Where is he?
- He's right there.

Step out with your hands above your head.

Slowly.

Mary.

Jake?

Well, yes. And, no.

I promised to help you find
the killer, Mary.

And here he is.

Jake, what's wrong with you?

Oh, Jake's not here right now.

No prison can hold a man who's free
inside himself, remember, Mary?

Lefeuvre...?

That's right.

You still need to hear
the rest of my story, Mary.

Mother had destroyed
all my art books,

forcing me to find new subjects to draw.

That's when I discovered my power.

After capturing someone's likeness
in a drawing,

I can leave my own body
and temporarily enter theirs.

I kept it a secret for many years,
fearing it to be a curse.

Until the archangel samael...

Revealed it was a gift bestowed upon me.

When his spirit entered my body...

I was born an angel, Mary.

Angel of death.

Please, please, Jake, come back.

Come back, come back, Jake, please.

Jake, come back. No, no, no!

I have honored the contract.

The it. Governor lives,

and the killer will soon be dead.

And I couldn't have done it without you.

Now, finish the job, Mary.

One more...

Right here.

Don't be afraid.

Mary?

Where am I?

I'm so sorry.

Jake, I'm so sorry.

Jake, it was you.

You were the copycat all the time.

You gotta stop him, Mary.

Now you're free
to join your old partner, Jacob.

Go up.

The city can breathe easier,
thanks to detective Mary Kelly,

whose courageous actions

ended the killing spree
of her former partner, Jake Doyle,

and saved the life of it. Gov. Diaz.

You, uh, wanted to see me, sir?

I know it's not the happy ending
we all wanted, detective.

But you did save that woman's life.

Psychologists are saying
that Jake suffered

from some kind of dissociative
identity-type psychosis,

possibly triggered from the...
From the first case.

That's why he thought he was the artist.

Well, they are the experts.

What do you think, Mary?

You were there that night.

What I think won't bring him back, sir.

The Jake I knew wasn't capable of this.

And I knew Jake for a long time.

I just can't wrap my head around it.

"Whoever believes in me

should not abide in the darkness."

May the lord look kindly on you,

Elias Kelly.

In the name of the father, and the son,
and the holy spirit.

Amen.

I'm glad you saw your father
before he passed.

Yeah. Me, too.

Um...

Can you give me a minute?

Dr. Loesch.

Let the earth rest lightly on him,
Mary Kelly.

Did you know my father, Dr. Loesch?

No, I just wanted to see you.
No visits, no calls,

not even a letter, Mary magdalene.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

I've missed you, too, Mary.

You never intended to kill
the it. Governor, did you?

Very perceptive.

I was only giving her boss
extra incentive to sign.

No, Mary.

It's you who's going to be next.

Why the games?

You could have just sketched a guard
and wheeled yourself out.

You could have escaped at any time.

To spend the rest of my life
hunted like an animal?

I think not.

Escape has never been my intent, Mary.

In fact, there couldn't be
a more ideal place

for me to continue my necessary work.

As I'll soon be returning the favor

when I purify your soul, Mary.

Today would have been the day.

Of my execution. Ironic, isn't it?

I think a little bit
more than you realize.

And what's that supposed to imply?

I have a question for you.

Did you happen to sketch Dr. Loesch
with a black pencil?

I'm sorry?

A black charcoal pencil.
It was part of the art supplies

that were delivered
to your cell yesterday.

I think you might have thought
that they were from some deranged fan,

but, no, they were from me.

See, I noticed you had this habit
of chewing on the ends of your pencils.

Just added a couple drops
of your special ingredient,

the same one that you used
on your own mother.

You're bluffing.

I probably should have filed it
with evidence, but...

I guess Jake taught me
a few bad habits after all.

Have a good day.

Oh, no.

You know, I was thinking about that trip
you wanted to take.

- To Rome?
- Yeah, let's do it.