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Previously on CSI: Vegas...

All of these cases, all of
these people are related.

Whoa, whoa.

That file didn't
close by itself.

Someone's accessing the
computer and watching us.

Molly, the person
who sent you that dossier

and that card with
the silver ink,

they left something on it.

Find him, please.

A few years ago,

Molly confessed to a
few nonviolent crimes

to her therapist.

Dr. Auerbach's
notes were printed

on the same printer that
produced these cards.

The sick mind behind

all of these murders
is Dr. Diane Auerbach.

Go, go, go!

That's no suicide.

What does your grandma
do that makes you so mad?

It can be hard to talk about
things that make you angry.

That's okay.

Sometimes,

it's easier to draw
what's on your mind.

Things that make you happy,

things that bother you.

Dreams, maybe.

May I see your drawing?

I was so sure.

I was so certain that
she was responsible

for all of these murders.

Some twisted soul

was holding Dr. Auerbach

responsible for something, huh?

Not much of anything inside.

Place has been empty for a
while, so whoever abducted her

and brought her out here,

they didn't set
up shop in there.

Nope. They were
busy back here.

Honestly,
I'm just wondering

how they even got
her up there at all.

Dead weight's a bear to
carry on flat ground,

let alone that far up.

I don't know if
he used a pulley,

or what, but the
killer had to be strong

and determined.
Must've taken a while.

Jack says liver temp puts
time of death at about

30 hours ago.

I thought you and Serena
almost just ran into her

at the house yesterday.
Yeah, we thought we did.

Stop! RAJAN: But neither
of us actually saw her.

If it was the killer,
then they were here first,

and they went back to Diane's.

Wonder what they were
looking for, huh?

I wonder why they killed
our prime suspect.

Seems a bit self-defeating,
redirects our attention.

Canvass was a bust.

Most of the cabins out here

are vacant during the week,

so we're hard up for witnesses.

So whoever did this,

they would have plenty
of privacy for...

whatever this is.

"The Hanged Man."

The tarot card.

Me and my friends were really
into tarot in middle school.

The Hanged Man is upside down,

hanging by one
ankle from a tree,

hands behind his back.

Hope it's not a bad omen.

Last thing we need is
a cursed crime scene.

This guy went to a lot
of trouble to stage this.

If there's something it can
tell us, we need to know soon,

Joshua. On it.

Thank you.

You should check this
out over here, too.

What do we have here?

The greatest hits of
our connected cases.

A mirror shard.

He used to
kill Lynn Zobrist.

Chef's knife
and what I think is

potassium cyanide solution.

Like the one
that took out our chef,

Dario Donnelly.

And our captive bolt pistol.

Like the one used
to kill Lamont Moore

and those innocent bystanders.

Blood on
the business end.

No prints, though.

But there are some here.

What have you got?

See this vertical defect?

It matches a healing cut on
Diane's right index finger.

The killer had her sitting here?

The way these
weapons are laid out,

I think they made Diane
choose how she wanted to die.

Out of all the weapons
in our silver ink cases...

she chose the quickest death.

Half expected to
find another card.

"Keep your secrets,
cull the rotten fruit."

Whoever's behind all of this,

they had to know how all
these cases connected.

They were connected
because they were ordered

by the same psychopath.

Let's get him.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who
are you, you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Okay, fellas.

She's in full rigor. So
let's take it nice and slow.

Ladies.

I thought you were in
Hawaii with your daughter.

I came back a day early.

Lindsey... was annoyed.

You got it? Yeah.

Hard to
stay on vacation

when a serial killer
is on the loose.

Wish this killer
would take a vacation.

So, Max said

that the guy gave her

a choice of weapons from
the Silver Ink case.

Catch me up.

Leucocrystal violet
tests confirmed

that the bolt gun was

actually the only
weapon used on Diane.

You didn't get anything
else from the other weapons?

Prints? No.

Uh, the shard is from a
broken bathroom mirror

in the cabin, the knife is from

a block in the kitchen,

and the serial on the bolt gun

can only tell us it
was part of a batch

sold through an online retailer.

Trail goes cold there.

And, obviously, the
cyanide solution

is in an unmarked bottle.

Maybe the victim can
tell us something.

So far,

Diane's not spilling
any secrets, just blood,

and lots of it. We
only just figured out

how to get her down without
dropping her on her head.

You didn't see
anything up there?

All I got was a workout
and more questions.

I had Serena look at the cuffs.

They're not
law-enforcement issue.

Could've come from
a sex shop, maybe.

Or online. Or anywhere, really.

Uh, you see

all that old flaky paint
on the crossbar there?

Well,

there's a void here
I can't explain.

If you threw a rope up over
that bar and hauled a body up,

you would strip
paint on three sides.

Anywhere you pull a
rope around that bar,

there would be way
more disturbed paint.

How the hell did he
get her up there?

He didn't use a pulley?

No clue.

It was hard enough
to get her down,

and she's in rigor now.

Well, if the killer
put her up there

before she was stiff...

Yeah, he would have
had a hell of a time.

Be easier if he had help.

You think we've got
more than one doer?

All of the other
Silver Ink murders

have been committed
by lone wolves.

Lone wolves who were coerced.

Maybe our man

behind the curtain

blackmailed an accomplice.

Something here is gonna tell us.

Oh, hey. Any winners?

Epithelial DNA from
the ropes and cuff

come from a single donor.

Diane Auerbach.

You? Uh, just some soil.

Matched a sample from the scene.

Looks like the guy used a
rope that was laying around.

There's nothing but
paint from the flagpole

on this side of the cuffs.

So, to recap,

we have four weapons
that lead nowhere,

no witnesses, and no DNA

or trace that point
toward any killer. Hmm.

I don't want to use
the word "cursed."

I don't think the guy
was casting a spell

with his silver squiggles.

We'll find something.

You guys collected everything

you could fit into that trunk.

Plenty more bites
off that apple.

When in doubt...

dust.

It's just partials.
There's not one print

with enough characteristics
to run through AFIS.

That is some tough
taffy to chew.

I have a semi-crazy idea.

What if we try to piece together

all of the partials,

build a usable print
from what we have.

Like a Franken-print?

Look, I know it's not
gonna hold up in court,

but it could lead to a
person of interest, right?

These aren't even partials,

these are partials of partials.

You think we can cobble together

something substantial
from such tiny bits?

I once built

the Taj Mahal out of Legos.

We got this.

Ah, come on.

Do you need a hand?

I think I
need all of you.

This guy is...

not a great stand-in for

Diane Auerbach. He's
a little too tall,

too heavy. Same goes
for everybody else

in my dummy closet.
Your dummy closet? Wow.

All right.

I got to figure
out if the killer

had an accomplice
when he strung her up.

Either way, it was a tough job.

This guy had to leave a
piece of himself somewhere,

but I don't know where to look.

So, you want to...

Run some trials.

Will you donate your
body to science?

Whoa. All right.

You good? Yeah.

All right. Oh, Josh,

I'm slipping. I'm
slipping. What?

All right.

No. No.

Okay, can you help, uh...

Here we go. You got it?

I should not have quit yoga.

Let it swing... and over.

Yes.

We did it.

Well, I think you mean I did it.

You were more of
a handsome tripod.

All right, you ready? Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

You all right? Yeah.

So...

I doubt that Diane

was that amenable to her killer.

I doubt that she was even alive.

So, either he had help, or...

we're looking for Superman.

Mr. Auerbach,
this is Maxine Roby,

the director of the crime lab.

I'm so sorry for your
loss, sir. Ah, thank you.

But, truth be told, I'm
surprised you called.

Me and Diane have been
separated almost two years.

I thought she'd have somebody
else for next of kin.

You moved out?

Yeah, well, 20 years of having

your every sigh psychoanalyzed
starts to grate.

Did she grate on anybody else?

I thought you said
you'd met her.

Look, Diane worked
with disturbed kids

for most of her career.

Lot of them had
signs of psychopathy,

and when they got worked up...

Did you ever worry
for her safety?

She had these creeps
traipsing through our house.

I always thought
having a home office

was a bad idea.

She insisted they were safe.

Was she ever concerned about
anybody in particular, or...

No, she was always

very serious about privacy.

I-I didn't even
know their names.

Mr. Auerbach,
LVPD has a record

of a domestic disturbance
call at Diane's address.

Four years ago.

You know the one.

That was before the separation.

We used to argue
something awful,

but it was raised
voices, that's all.

See, we're pretty sure
we're looking for a big guy.

Your left arm could
feed a family of five

for a week.

Are you seriously suggesting...

Yes, I am.

I'm asking you where
you were last night

from 8:00 to
midnight. Working out.

I don't skip leg day.

You don't believe me?

Here, I even recorded

a little for my, uh, trainer.

She likes to critique my form.

Mm, okay.

Tell me you
got something, Sonya.

I'm starting to feel
like the grand marshal

of a dead end parade.

Well, I'm not sure any

of what I have is
gonna crack the case,

but I do know two
things. Tell me.

So, first thing:

Lividity indicates

that your victim died upright.

See this sort of
whitish discoloration

on her buttocks and the
backs of her thighs?

I would say that she was seated

and she stayed that
way for a while.

So, the killer turned
her upside down

after she had already died.

Yes. But not immediately.

Okay, what's thing two?

Okay, thing two: You see this

sort of adhesive residue
around the wound?

I would verify this with FTIR,

but based off the strength
of this remaining residue,

I would say that is
contractor-grade duct tape.

Why it's there,
though, I have no idea.

Maybe the killer wanted to
keep the wound from bleeding

until the stage was set.

Duct tape to prevent blood flow.

That is crude, but
it's effective.

It's oddly fastidious.

He's nothing if
he's not meticulous.

He needs everything
to be just so.

Yeah.

Jack, you got to be

more careful with
the specimen trays.

Jack?

Hey.

Hey, excuse me!

Hey! Security!

Stop!

He ran out the back door.

Whoever that was, he shouldn't
have been in the crypt.

I mean, unless he was lost.

I don't...

He left something behind.

That was him?

That was him.

There.

Okay, we've got to be close.

This is when Max
went into the morgue

at 5:17 p.m.

There he is.

You got a different angle?

5:34 p.m. He runs out
the loading dock doors

and we lose him in
the alley. Darn it.

We never see his face.

All right, that's just how
he got out of the building.

How did he get
in? Let me check.

This reminds me of a Where's
Waldo nightmare I had.

Candy cane striped hellscape.

That's him, right?

Dressed like a delivery guy?

Must be how he wormed
his way past security.

Where's the footage
from that elevator?

There isn't any.

Maintenance said
that those cameras

are gonna get fixed next week.

But, if he got out
at the lobby level...

Hold up.

Is that Bryan?

Almost, the chin
isn't quite right.

A little bit sharper.

So I think we have a sketch

of a stick figure in a hat.

I don't think my
guy has the chops

to get what Bryan's giving him.

Any DNA on the note?

Yes, indeed.

We got a name and
a police report.

Modi Subramaniam.

Ooh, a 92-year-old
with a record.

Felony assault, 2017.

Hit a teenager in a grocery
store parking lot with his cane.

Okay, you're not telling me

Bad Grandpa outran you, are you?

I think our silver
ink-obsessed killer

used an envelope with
this old man's DNA on it.

I think we should find out

if he's trying to
show us something.

So, our homeowner, Modi,

he is pretty spry for
a 92-year-old felon.

Lives out in Palm Springs

with a couple lady friends.

Rents this place out.

Any information
about his tenant?

Description he gave was

"some young white guy."

Goes by "Mike Smith." Hmm.

Narrows it down.
Yeah, few hundred

Mike Smiths in
Vegas, but this one

paid six months' rent
up front in cash.

I'm guessing Modi

didn't ask too many questions.

You know, he insisted
on a video call

when he heard my voice.

He said "anything for a lady cop

with very pretty eyes."

Ooh. So I have an open

invitation to Palm Springs,

and we have permission
to look around.

Well, let's not keep you

from that poolside
margarita, huh?

Somebody ran a
cable to that structure.

Yup.

Maybe an ADU?

I'm over here.

Not much of a view, though, huh?

No, there isn't.

Catherine...

These symbols, they're symbols

like those postcards
we've been getting.

Homeowner says we can go in.

I think we found your pen pal.

You have any luck
decoding this stuff?

Allie's been
working on it.

Beau dabbles. But nothing yet.

I mean,

maybe it's just lorem ipsum.

Like it means nothing?

That really would be crazy.

Oh, my God.

Get out, get out!

Come on, get out!

You okay? Yeah. I'm fine. Max?

Are you okay?

I hit the light
switch. It was rigged.

Dispatch, I need LVFD

at my current location
in Boulder City now.

I got a case going up in smoke.

Damn it!

I know. Our evidence

got flamb ed.

I don't want to hear a word

about this case being jinxed.

I never should have touched

that damn light switch.

Oh, it's okay, boss.

It's not as if it's our
first crispy crime scene.

Yeah, if
I'd seen it first,

I would've done the
same damn thing.

This psycho was
probably counting on it.

And his little booby trap

could be exactly what
helps us find him.

I want every piece of
this ignition mechanism,

anything that
remotely looks like

it belongs to it, Catherine.

Bag and tag it. I'm on it.

This was a
controlled burn.

He wanted us to find something.

Allie, I want you to look at

every piece of paper,

everything in the drawers

and anything that looks like

it survived this fire.

Got it.

I'll see if I can make sense

of what's left of
these scribbles.

Yeah, you do, we'll
buy you a steak dinner

at the Palazzo, how's that?

Really?

Hey, you guys.

Penny was right.

What?

The guy who engineered this,

they were watching us.

Max. Yeah.

You need to see this.

What?

You are running
trace analysis on a card

that's literally
ordering your murder.

That is the job, Joshua.

Not when some psychopath has
put a target on your back.

How many people got that
card with your name?

You wanna end up
back in the hospital?

Or worse? I can't imagine

that you want to go
through that again.

I know I don't.

My name on one of those cards

is totally off-pattern.

Who's been the target so far?

Every other Silver
Ink case has been

one troubled person
being sent after another.

So putting my name in the mix...

It's a desperate move.

He's panicking.

We're close,

and he's worried,

and worried people
make mistakes.

Max, come on.

You cannot just be chum in
the water for some lunatic.

You want me to be safe? Yeah.

Then let's find out
everything we can

about this guy and get
him off the streets.

She has to handle it her way.

You will be an invited guest

at an LVPD safe house
until this is over.

Actually, I have a better idea.

You know, I'm really
not too wild about

how often people are
trying to kill you, Mom.

It's starting to feel
like a trend, isn't it?

So, what do we do?

I need you to get two
rooms at the Aurora.

One for me, one for you.

Use fake names, okay?

Like we're in
witness protection?

It's not perfect, I know that,

but LVPD is gonna post
unis outside our rooms.

We'll have Aurora's CCTV network

as added security, and
you'll be able to go to work.

Mom? This sucks.

I know.

I'll set it up.

All right. Thank you.

Oh, hey, I got
something to show you.

What you got?

I didn't really see much of
this guy's face, but I saw this.

He's got a scar on his arm.

What happened to
that stick figure?

Oh, you know I had to do a
little somethin' somethin'.

You want something done right,
you got to do it yourself.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
boss, but you should

come take a look at this.

We were able to jigsaw

some usable prints

from the partials we
pulled at Diane's cabin.

Okay, Pen, a judge is
gonna throw this out

at the mention of
the word "jigsaw."

No, we know.

But don't you want
to meet your matches?

Matches? Plural?

Whatever you think I did,

it's not true, I've
never done anything...

We just have a few
questions, Juan Carlos.

Your prints are on file

from your asylum application.

Me and Juan Carlos,

we've been picking
up construction jobs.

We've been working all the
time. It's been amazing.

It's
been terrible.

Have you met the
people that live here?

They're all degenerates.

What exactly were you building

out by Lake Spring
Mountain, Mister...

Uh, Hester.

Ted Hester.

And it was a boat ramp.

That old dock is in
pretty rough shape.

And you just hired a couple
of day laborers to help?

Yeah, I got a bum shoulder,

so I can't do any heavy lifting.

This
was months ago now,

but I remember the boss
on this paid in cash.

Said we'd get to
work by the lake.

Better than the desert.

How long were you out there?

We didn't see a boat ramp.

We never finished.
Barely even started.

Boss said the old lady
that used to live there,

she went into a home.

Not to be a jerk,

but no money, no
boat ramp, you know?

Where were you
night before last?

Loter a. I'm a cantor

at Se orita Margarita's
twice a week.

He's
actually very good.

Won a hundred
dollars that night.

I was at home
watching the Lakers.

They got to trade 'Bron, man.
Blow it up. Get some picks.

Yeah. Uh, well, if you
have anything else...

There is one thing, actually.

I remember seeing a pickup

out at the cabin.

It was an extended cab, white.

Had a supertop over the bed.

Saw it a couple times.

If anybody got close,
it just took off.

Well, thank you, Mr. Hester.

All right.

I didn't see any
scars on their arms,

but the file on Bob
Auerbach says he drives

a white truck that
sounds pretty similar.

Along with a thousand
other Vegas residents.

I was thinking
about the boat ramp.

Mm-hmm?

The summer I was 17,
I dated this girl

whose family had money.

Oh, I bet her dad loved you.

No. Mm-hmm.

But he had a boat
that needed repairs,

and I helped him haul
it out of Lake Tahoe.

I think I need to
go find a hoist.

Oh, hey, Al...

Uh, hey. No, it's me.

Allie texted.

She's still at the
white room scene,

but she said you needed help.

Mm, okay.

Ha-ha. Now we're talking.

We might not be looking
for a powerlifter,

just a guy with a
powerful lifter.

But I thought you
said there was no sign

that a pulley was used,

and wouldn't a hoist like this
have to be pulled from above?

On top of the flagpole?
Were there any markings

Uh...

There's no sign of
anything being disturbed

except for that little
void in the paint

where Diane was hanging.

Well, maybe he hooked up
a motorized device to...

I don't know, something tall

that isn't there anymore?

Maybe.

I think we need to get
back to the crime scene

for another look.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, totally.

Could I be right
side up for that?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Beau. Hey.

Anything useful?

You have components

of the ignition
device, accelerant.

I mean, it's all stuff
that contractors,

repair folk, your
odd DIY-er could buy

at a hardware store
on a regular basis.

So we'd be hard-pressed
to trace any of it

back to an individual.

Yeah, even before it
went up in flames.

Damn. I...

just was really hoping

this was going to end
our evidence drought.

There's got to be something
that we're missing.

The thing I keep coming back to

are these crazy
symbols on the walls.

Allie and I, we haven't

cracked the postcards, but maybe

there's something
there we haven't seen.

Like what?

A pattern.

A clue to the
cipher. I don't know,

but something that could get us

to the bastard who
is threatening Max.

I just... I can't really tell.

Well, maybe you need to
get back in the saddle.

I mean, if you think there's
something at the crime scene

that could help Max, you're
not going to find it in a lab

on the other side of town.

Oh.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't a rare
sighting of Beau Finado

out in the wild.

Don't get excited,

this is a temporary
state of affairs.

Nope. Sorry, I'm
getting excited.

You can't stop me.

Look, I'm just
here to get a better look

at the stuff that's
on the walls.

Yeah, the
silver scribbles.

I've been trying to make them
out through the soot all day.

Well, Beau brought something

that might make it
a little easier.

You know
I love my latex.

Guys... I found something weird.

Well, weirder.

Well...

it's not exactly a
secret decoder ring,

but it's something.

Richard Sloan,
Alan Herskovitz...

I don't know
what I'm looking at,

but I know I don't like it.

Whoever's behind

the Silver Ink murders,

this is part of their plan.

We're not just looking at
a few connected crimes.

What do you see, Allie?

It's a wheel.

This whole time, we've been
watching a wheel of death spin.

This is his plan.

This is his whole game plan.

Your big
old board of crazy

looks a lot less
crazy. What happened?

We found something under
the soot at the fire scene.

Beau's liquid latex trick
gave us a clean look.

That ouroboros and
the names around it

helped me realize what it is

that we're really looking at.

A game. A game?

You ever play Assassin, boss?

We used to play it at university

with Nerf guns.

Players are assigned a target,

and once they eliminate
one, they inherit

that player's target as
their next assignment.

It's just a complicated
game of tag.

You go after me,
I go after Allie,

Allie goes after you...

It's fun.

If you're playing
with Nerf bullets.

Are you sure about this?

Mm-hmm. The snake

eats its own tail.

The wheel rolls until

only one remains.

And everybody else ends up dead.

I mean, all these
poor, sick folks.

Who would want
to kill all these people?

And who dreams up
something like this?

You know what?

No more games. Get me a suspect.

No holes, no disturbed earth.

Whatever kind of rig he
used to get her up there

had to be anchored to something,

but I wouldn't even begin to
know where to look for trace.

I'm not the
superstitious type,

but even I'm starting
to think that...

think that this case
is cursed. Hey, Penny,

be careful, that dock
looks pretty rough.

Hey, hey, hey... Wow.

Hey, look at this.

The base is rusty,
but not on top.

Yeah, you're right,
it's like the top section's

been scraped clean.

Something was on that post.

Like a... Like a mount
for a boat winch?

A hand crank to pull a
boat out of the water.

Usually, they're
mounted on a trailer,

but if there was...

If there was one here...

Yeah, that's how he did it solo.

There'd be no accomplice needed.

He could just hoist Diane's body

into place from here.

But there's no way

her body was pulled
from this angle.

And the friction from a
rope pulling her weight

over the crossbar would have
stripped off more paint, right?

Yeah.

Maybe not, if there was
a different anchor point.

Got something?

I think we
already had something.

I think we have the
smoking gun at the lab.

Damn it.

I thought our luck was changing.

So did I.

We found a fiber at the scene
from this snag in the bungee.

I know he used it.

There's a couple of rope fibers

trapped in this coil here.

He didn't have enough rope

to haul her up. Uh-huh.

So he used that

to make up the difference.

Pretty sure, but
there's no DNA here.

So, what happens
when you attach...

weight to the end of a bungee?

It stretches. Exactly.

And when you stretch
a bungee cord,

it expose more surface area

that could catch DNA.

It would be hard work

stretching the bungee that far.

I broke a sweat just doing
a spiral search with Penny.

Maybe our killer sweated, too.

Come on.

Damn.

No match in CODIS.

We're not done yet, Joshua.

Met this fella,

this brilliant scientist
at a genetics conference.

He's from the Netherlands.

And he has new research

that expands what
you can predict

from a DNA assay.

How detailed
can you get?

Give me 20 minutes
with your genome

and I could tell you
whether your hairline

will survive the next decade.

As for our sweaty suspect,

a male of average height...

Probably not Diane's
ex. I heard he was

a tall drink of protein shake.

And he very likely
has heterochromia.

Different colored eyes?

That mean something to you?

Blow it up.
Get some picks. Right?

Yeah, it means our guy also has

a bum shoulder
and a shaky alibi.

So, when we bring him in,

all I need you to tell me

is whether it's the man
you saw in the elevator.

Yes, ma'am.

You're mighty popular.

Oh, it's just Dad.

He's texting me
his flight details.

Where's he going now?

I may have mentioned
that we're hiding out

from a crazy axe
murderer or whatever.

Hmm? I was really
worried about you,

and it just kind of slipped out.

And you know Dad.

He booked a flight
to Vegas before we

even got off the phone.

That's okay. I mean,
yeah, it's okay.

It's... No...

It's okay, it's okay.

You lied to us, Ted.

You told us you
were a contractor,

hired to build a boat ramp.

You don't have a
contractor's license.

According to the State
of Nevada, you never did.

I guess I'm more of
a casual handyman.

That doesn't explain
why the two day laborers

who worked at the property
don't recognize you.

How about you?

You recognize him?

You never
worked at that cabin.

No. You just played
along to make us think

you were supposed to
be there. Are you sure?

That's not the guy I saw.

This is
what you designed.

A real-life game of
Assassin. You took advantage

of troubled, potentially
violent individuals

and blackmailed them

into taking each other out.

Sounds like a good plan.

I'm sorry, but it does.

I mean, takes out the trash,
does humanity a favor,

keeps everyone's hands clean.

You think your hands are clean?

Whoever did this,

I don't know, should get
a medal or something,

but it wasn't me.

Uh, Ted...

You don't have any proof.

Oh, no, that's
where you're wrong.

We pulled DNA from
this bungee cord.

A man with heterochromia
sweat on it

while he was stringing
up Diane Auerbach.

Bet it matches you.

Okay, so, I touched

a bungee cord on a jobsite.

I'm not denying that.

Cut the crap, Ted.

You blackmailed these people

to get them to kill each other,

and when we started

to get too close, you
decided to go after

the director of the crime lab

Max Roby.

Is Maxine watching right now?

Gotcha.

How'd you know "Max"
was short for "Maxine"?

You think you're the smartest
one in the room, don't you?

I wouldn't bet on that.

Guess we'll find out
which one of us is right.

Belly of the beast.

Yeah, here we are.

In a serial
killer's house.

Sure missed this.

Let's just hope Mr. Hester
doesn't keep his house

as clean as his crime scene.

Hope it's a good omen this time.

Chavez.

What's that?

You saw a flourishing
patch of cucumbers

and thought, "Bet there's
a body under there."

Excuse me, nitrogen
from decaying tissue

can cause increased
chlorophyll production

in plants growing
over a shallow grave.

And, if you'd seen the drawings,

you would've thought the same.

Folsom.

Grandma?

You told your neighbors

that your grandmother
moved to Sarasota,

but she never left
home, did she?

Did your granny know

about your twisted
little fantasies?

She was the one who sent me

to Dr. Auerbach in
the first place.

She promised I'd get better.

And for years, I thought I did.

Changed my pattern of thought,

like Auerbach said.

I could control the urges.

Until you couldn't.

She was just skin and bone.

Just one little
knock to the head

and she went down so... easy.

Why?

Why not?

What about Diane Auerbach, hmm?

Well, she was
supposed to fix me.

But she
failed, clearly.

But why kill her now?

You.

You did that.

You were talking to
her, making her think.

She called me.

She suspected.

It was you we saw

at her house. Yeah.

I had to clean up everything
that she had on me.

It took a little... convincing,

but she told me
where to find it all.

So we were
getting close.

And you had to move fast.

But you still couldn't
resist the urge

to stage your scene

just like those fantasies

that you couldn't shake.

I was born with these fantasies.

They're as much a part of me

as your left hand
is a part of you.

Death lives inside of me.

Why not use that?

What do you mean, use it?

I knew I could make the
world a better place.

I knew I could...

cull the rotten fruit.

You stole files
from Diane Auerbach

and other child psychiatrists.

No, these doctors,
the Auerbachs,

the-the Sarkisians, the rest,

they think they can help,
but my way is better.

I found people like me,

and I used the death inside
them to solve the problem.

So, you set the wheel rolling.

One kills the next,
kills the next,

and on and on until
there's only one left.

Alan Herskovitz,
Richard Sloan...

It was in them all along.

They all killed with
just a tiny push.

I'd hardly call
blackmail a tiny push.

Also, what about
the other people?

Lynn Zobrist, Lamont Moore.

Molly Tate.

I mean, none of those people

were going to be pushed
to murder. Right?

I'm not batting a thousand,

but none of them were going
to be president of the PTA,

right?

No one is going to miss them.

We're missing something.

He's giving us everything.

Not yet.

I would like
to ask you about

these cards.

This writing here.

I can't tell you
anything about that.

I didn't write those.

I have no idea what that means.

You see this guy?

In the white room,

these squiggly... symbols?

That's not me.

That's my MVP.

Okay, Ted,

there's no reason
for you to lie.

We're late in the game.

I'm telling you the truth.

And you're right,

I have no reason not to.

I set out to find
people like me.

Potential serial killers.

And I did.

I found a real champ.

And even though I'm in here,

he's out there,
playing the game.

And he's going to
win by a landslide.

He
claims the white room

isn't his.

I don't think he's lying.

The DNA we found in the white
room doesn't match Ted Hester.

What? Whose is it?

So that was the plan,

to take out the last man

standing yourself, huh?

Of course.

But you made that
pretty impossible, so...

I gave my best player

a real challenge.

You're all in the game now.

May the best man win.