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[tense music]

[screaming]

[tense music]

♪

[upbeat music]

I thought you said,
you've never fought before.

I said I never boxed.

When I was a kid,
fought all the time.

Brothers, cousins,

lots of cousins.

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

Not bad.

Hey, Kat,
this is my friend, Isabella.

Isabella, this is
the amazing Kat Cooper.

Hey.

But don't just throw
arm punches.

Gotta get your whole weight
into it.

Twist your body into it,
all right?

Just watch.

Oh.

See the difference?

Give it a try.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

Maybe I should sign up.

Actually, about that.

Kat's leaving us.

She got a college scholarship.
Kinesiology.

Sensational and smart.

Actually, my dad is going
to have to sell the gym.

What?

You're kidding?
I love this place.

Everyone loves it
except the landlords.

They sold the building
for redevelopment.

It's nice to meet you.

Is it weird that I want to be
her when I grow up?

This seriously sucks.

I was thinking I'd sign up
for a tournament.

Edwina, "Kid Canvasback" Yen.
I could have been your second.

I gotta get going.
I got my shift.

Yeah, I should probably
be studying.

Ah, yes. Law school.

Hardly.

LSAT's first, itty-bitty step!

Look at you go.

Soon enough,
you'll be over-billing

with the best of them.

I think Jesse actually
loves me,

but most of the time
he's just so...

I don't know. What do you
think of him? Be honest.

I think he's toxic.

Whoa. Okay.
Don't pull any punches.

You said be honest.

Of course, that's what
Mr. Cummins said too.

Not in so many words.

So you asked Mr. Cummins?

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

Basically, you vote
to break up with Jesse?

I'd probably vote
for a restraining order.

Or at least a couple
of large, aggressive dogs.

Holly. Hi.

Hi. How are you doing?

Oh, you know, I'm good.

You know Cassandra, right,
from the library?

Hi.

Cassandra's seriously badass.

Oh, I have my moments.
Um, how's your dad doing?

He's okay.

Missing you like hell,
though.

Of course, he'd never
say that, but...

Tell him I say hi.

-I will.
-Okay.

Roger, did you see your mom?

Oh, my God.

She's...

Don't ask.

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

[Sid] Copy that.

[crying]

Look out!

[tires skidding]

[Sid] What the hell
is going on?

I'm good.

Hang on a sec.

Hey! What?

Calum Hingle?

It has nothing to do
with me.

What's going on?

Leave me alone! Cops!

Hey, look, look,
look, look, look.

Let's just get off the road
and we can have

a conversation, alright?

No. Not talking to you.
I want the boss.

Not talking about what?

About what my dog found
in those woods.

♪

Hey, kiddo.

Aren't you supposed to be out
there catching bad guys?

I wanted to make us supper.
Pretend we're a normal family.

Vegetarian.

That was last week.
Now I'm gluten-free.

[laughs]

I'm kidding.

So, how was your day?

What? Normal families share
at supper time.

No, they really don't.

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

Of course we do.

Fine, tell me about your day.
Who got killed?

Why don't I set the table?

Cassandra says hi.

I saw her at Molly's.

How's she doing?

Fine, I guess.

She asked how you're doing.

Her friend was with her,
that actor guy.

[phone buzzes]

You have to take that,
don't you?

[phone buzzes]

Corporal? What's up?

[tense music]

[sirens wailing]

He says no,
he didn't see or hear anyone.

He looks pretty shaken up.

He was first on the scene,
Chief.

There was murders
and then there's this?

Show me.

[camera shutter snaps]

Do we know who she is?

Not yet.

[camera shutter
continues to snap]

She's been posed.

Chief...

Where have I seen this?

Has someone looked
after my dog?

He's still out there.

Corporal.

[knocking]

Your dog's name is Clyde?

We've got someone on it,
Chief.

You all right?

I didn't do it.

It'd be nice to get
my coat back.

It's just routine.
You cold?

And my damn boots.

Due diligence.

Lab techs need to check them
for blood fibers.

You went out with your dog.
What time, you remember?

6:00, 6:15.

I just watched Bow-Fishing.

Your wife can vouch for this?

Mary's at work.

I bet she doesn't even know.

You and Clyde go out
and then--

Clyde goes snuffling off.
I don't see him for a bit.

Then out of nowhere,
he starts barking.

Won't stop.

I call him.
He keeps barking.

I'm thinking,
bear up a tree.

Except it's different.

How so?

Dog knows when
something's wrong.

So I call him,
gotta find him.

It takes...

I don't know, ten minutes.

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

And there she is.

How close did you get
to the body?

Three, four feet.

What can you do for someone
who's dead?

Then you went out
to the road?

Seems so.

You're not sure?

Who the hell can think,
Chief?!

A time like that and
knowing they'll come for me!

Damn police!

You found out who she is?

You ever seen her before?

Never seen that poor woman
in my life...

to die like that.

Then some bastard.

I'll get someone to bring
you a blanket.

♪

[Yen] Are you going to be okay,
Mr. Hingle?

[Calum] There he is.
Oh, thank God.

Oh, my.

Come here, Clyde.

Come on.

Good boy.
Oh, such a good boy.

What the hell is going
on out there?

There's police all over
the highway.

Someone's saying a woman
got killed.

I'm glad you're here.

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

Calum?

Oh, Calum.

They found a woman
dead yesterday.

The cops have no idea.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Is this for real?

She was dismembered.

What?

The dead woman?
At Wilson Creek?

I know, of course,
you're not at liberty to say.

I understand, but oh, my God!

Phyllis, take a deep breath,
have a couple gummies,

and don't believe everything
you hear.

I heard they actually
found her body.

Coffee, large, black, please.

We'll talk.

Dismembered?

Social media
blew up at 04:00 a.m.

You would not believe
the speculation.

Someone blabbed.

I guess one of the CSI said
something to her boyfriend

or whatever.

Dismemberment, Burke and Hare,
satanic cults, space aliens.

Social media is a swamp of
theories to choose from.

We hear back
from Dr. Duval?

Just missed her.

She left an autopsy report
on your desk.

Said to give her a call.

Yen.

Doc estimates mid '40's.
She's been dead 18 to 20 hours.

Single backhand slash
with a knife.

Long blade, hunting,
possibly carving.

Touch of jaundice,
most likely hepatitis.

Intravenous drug use?

Possibly, but there's
no recent tracks.

So if she was a junkie--

She found the strength
to go clean.

Yeah.

Tell me again how fair
is life?

Our Jane Doe have a name yet?

Negative.

Chief...

We've got a second
dead body.

[tense music]

♪

A couple of joggers found her
and phoned it in.

Caucasian female in her 40's,

contusions to one side
of the face.

Janice Doncaster.

She's a realtor
and a landlord.

She's on half the buses
in town.

Cause of death?

Depressed bone fractures
at the back of the skull.

Belt buckle.
There's something snagged.

This looks like some kind of
fabric, maybe tarpaulin.

How long before you can get
started on the autopsy?

Half an hour.

Statements and contact info
from the joggers

then cut them loose,

and let's get that fabric over
to the lab.

Got it.

We're investigating
two separate murders.

Unless and until the evidence
tells us otherwise,

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

Had to say that,
didn't he?

♪

[knocking]

Maybe check
with the neighbors.

Some blue tarp?

I saw.

Ethan Doncaster, I'm Chief
Alberg Gibsons Police,

this is Sergeant Sokolowski.

Your Janice Doncaster's husband?

Look, if this is about
last night?

What happened last night?

Nothing. [chuckles]

Don't worry about it.

Janice and I had
a disagreement.

It got kinda loud.

What time was that?

9:30, something like that.
Maybe ask the neighbors.

Mr. Doncaster, there's no easy
way to put this.

I regret to inform you

that your wife was found dead
this morning.

[scoffs] Yeah. What?

We're sorry for your loss.

That's... that's not possible.

She's dead.

I'm afraid so.

[cries]

Who painted this?
Can anybody tell me?

No, right? Okay.

How about this one?

Anyone know who this artist is?

Does anyone care?

Not really. Right?

'Cause this isn't even
really art.

This is... this is more
like, um, wallpaper.

[class chuckles]

If you're an artist,

then you have got
to find yourself

in whatever it is
you're painting.

I don't care what it is.

Art has got to be personal.

I can say that
one more time.

Art has got to be what?

[class] Personal.

Thank you.

Now we're getting somewhere,
right?

Edvard Munch,
losing his head.

Lady Jane about to lose hers.

This one may be not
so much,

but I do love Elvis.

Mr. Cummins in his loincloth
getting shot full of arrows

by the critics after his show.

[class chuckles]

I'm just kidding.
I don't wear loincloths.

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

[bell rings]

He is so amazing.

And his exhibits gonna
be huge.

I promised I'd stop by
the art gallery later

to help set up. Come with?
-Um, I don't know...

Junior Alberg...

So what have you heard?

About what?

Dead women.

Your dad's the freaking
police chief.

And I'm the last person
on earth

he'd talked to about that.

What's the point of
a police chief's daughter

if she doesn't know anything?

Do you have to be such
a jerk?

Jesse, this isn't working... us.

Of course it is.
What are you talking about?

Okay, so if that's the way
you're feeling,

we'll fix it.

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

You're... you're breaking up
with me, just like that?

Well... if you want
to stay friends, then great.

If not--

Is there someone else?

No. Why does there have to be
someone else?

Oh, don't tell me, Cummins?

Don't be asinine!

Okay, I admire Mr. Cummins
as an artist.

I don't believe this.

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

Devon...

Devon...

Proud of yourselves,
Mr. C?

Not sure what I've done

that I should be proud
of Jesse.

Yeah, I don't get it either,
believe me.

Hey.

Whoops.

Sorry.

♪

When did you last
see your wife?

9:30, 10:00.

We had an argument.
She stormed off.

That's the last
I ever saw her.

She stormed off, why?

I never consulted her.

She said before I sold
a building,

A converted garage
over on industrial.

It's a dump.

A rinky dink MMA gym,

developer wants to tear it
down, build condos.

$2 million clear profit,
and I'm the bad guy?

Your wife left,
then you left.

Where did you stay
last night?

What makes you think--

Your overnight bag, you
showed up with it earlier.

I stayed at a friend's place.

I'll need a name,
contact information.

Why?
I didn't do anything wrong.

Donna McIntyre.

Yes, I have affairs.

So did Janice.

Yeah, she screwed lots of guys.
Old, young, tall, stupid.

Including Gus Cooper,
the loser I'm evicting.

Go see Cooper if you want
to harass somebody.

Do I need to identify
the body?

It's been handled.

Thank God.

I loved her, Mr. Alberg.

Hated her too sometimes

But I loved her.

He didn't ask what happened.

He's in shock.

He's the husband.
He's suspect number one.

Assuming it was foul play.

We don't know that
for certain.

Cracked right cheekbone.
Apart from that--

Struck three times by an object
with a dome surface

approximately one inch
in diameter,

leaving three circular
indentations

at the base of the skull.

Ball peen hammer.

That's what I was
thinking too.

Let's interview the neighbors
and Donna McIntyre.

Will do.

According to the LUDS,

Janice's last phone call
was at 10:02,

just before she vanished.

Let's find out
who she was calling.

I'll get a name.

How about the other vic,
Jane Doe?

Uh, still nothing
from the door to door.

No progress on the ID.

People are starting
to freak out.

Elsie says the girls
at the salon

are buddying up to go home.

Yeah, well,
can you blame them?

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

Let's go.

We're not exactly open.

Ah, it's you, Cass.
Come on in.

Council member, Whitaker.

Just plain old Sadie
and Grunt right now.

We've got that Tommy Cummings
exhibit tonight.

What is the news
with the murders?

What? You're dating
the Chief of Police?

Was, was dating.

Okay. You're not friends?

No.

Tonight how are we looking?

Um, the exhibition? Great.

No, the council meeting.

Our project comes up
for a vote tonight.

It's Phase 1 funding.

Right. Um... I'm gonna
do my best.

Mm.

We don't have the numbers,
I don't think.

The arts hub, the library
expansion, we need these.

You're singing to the choir.

Cass, It is town council.

A lot of competing priorities,
a lot of business types.

So are you.

Artsy-furtsy business.

The others of the eight.

There is a engineer,
two realtors, a car dealer,

and if it comes down
to the mayor,

she's a mortgage broker.
A mortgage broker?

Hi, Sadie, Cassandra.
What can I do to help?

Oh, you could start
a recall petition.

Sorry?

Ha! Ha!

You can unpack these
and hang those.

Thank you, Devon.

Mr. Cummins says he'll be here
himself around 4:00.

Phone numbers.
The realtors.

The car dealer,
the engineer.

Even the mortgage broker.
Get them to me.

-I love you.
-Yeah.

This is fun. We should do
this more often.

-No!
-Okay.

Janice Doncaster?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Cooper.

Wow. What happened?

I'm still trying
to piece things together.

I was hoping you could
help us out.

This is terrible.

Janice was a great landlord,
friendly,

a real problem solver.

I understand
she was evicting you, though.

Janice and her husband
sold this building.

Must have been upsetting
to you.

Ethan sold the building.

She was upset
when she found out.

Janice is good people.

Was the last time
you saw Janice?

A couple weeks, maybe.

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

Corporal Eddie.
Hey there.

You brought the whole team
with ya, huh?

Does this look familiar,
Gus?

No. Should it?

Just heard from forensics.
It's a match for canvas.

It's commonly found
on boxing rings.

Looks like fresh tarp.

Yeah, the old one was
all stained.

Look, I really like
to help you,

but that's all I know.

Sorry.

You spoke to Janice
last night.

What?
No, you're mis-informed.

According to
the phone record,

she called you at 10:02 p.m.
What was that about?

Couldn't tell you 'cause
I never heard from her.

Now, if them records
say otherwise, they're wrong.

Mr. Cooper...

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to come with us.

[grunts]

Corporal Eddie, come on!
You know me!

I'm sorry, Gus.
I truly am.

[struggling grunts]

[Sid] Let's go.

Chief?

Three circular indentations
at the base of the skull.

Let's get forensics here.

What the hell's going on?

Dad!

It's all right, sweetheart.

Just been a big mistake here,
but I'm gonna get it sorted.

No, you can't just--

Why are you doing this?

That's my dad,
he didn't do anything.

Everything's gonna be fine,
sweetheart.

Just watch the gym.

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

Promise.

You okay, Sarge?

Yeah. He just caught me
off-guard.

Of course.

I could have taken him.

Especially with a girl
to protect you.

Hey. Spoke to the unis.

Ethan's girlfriend corroborates
his alibi.

Plus, he was out
of town last week.

Sales conference in Spokane.

Which would clear him
of the Jane Doe killing too.

Yes.

Okay, that was pretty stupid.

I guess I just panicked.

Look, I got nothing to hide.

We talked, okay?
Me and Janice.

In person?

She called, said she felt pretty
crappy about me and Kat,

that's my daughter,
losing the gym.

But there wasn't nothing
she could do.

I says, this gives us
something in common, Jan,

'cause I feel pretty
crappy myself.

But, you know, I appreciate
you reaching out.

Then I hang up,
and that was that.

So why'd you panic, Gus?

'Cause I'm thinking this guy
thinks I could have done it.

Your affair with Janice,
was it over

or was it still happening?

What? Who said?

Her husband.

It's not true.

Okay, me and Janice...

yeah, a couple times.

But that was years ago,
Chief.

I mean, look at me.

I'm not exactly in her league.

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

But I never did nothing wrong.

No, no, that's...
that's a lie.

I done lots wrong, Chief.

I drank, I scrapped.
I wrecked my marriage.

I come this close to driving
my daughter away.

I could not live
if I done that.

If you got kids, got daughters,
Chief Alberg,

then you know what
I'm saying, just...

I never done this.

She all right, Kat,
my girl?

Let's talk about
Janice Doncaster.

Three lousy yes votes.

So... is that it?
No arts hub?

Not for now, anyway,
not that it's a surprise.

Oh, this town...

No, this town is great.

And it is full of great people
and so much potential.

Okay, okay, fine.
Maybe, maybe I'm naive.

But I didn't decide
to leave Sacramento...

so that I could semi-retire
or take care of my mother.

That woman is basically
indestructible

and she doesn't like me
very much anyway.

That's not true.

Well, it's...
it's kind of true,

but she doesn't like anyone.

No, I moved back here
because I love it.

I have always loved it here.

And it could be even better,
so much better,

if we could just see
the potential and go for it.

And yes, that will cost
us money,

but so does not going
for it.

Guys, this town,
the entire coast,

it could absolutely shine.

[applause]

Here, here.
Yes, that was great.

Uh... Sadie, have you met
my friend, Roger Galbraith?

Roger, this is Sadie Whitaker.

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

Still Waters.

Yes, that's me...
was me, younger me.

Strangely, not as handsome,
though.

Can I give you a lift home?

Oh, I damned well hope so.
You have my car.

Where the hell have
you been?

[TV] We're still waiting
for an update on the murder

of well-known Gibsons
entrepreneur, Janice Doncaster.

Whose body was discovered near
Spyglass Point this morning.

Foul play is suspected.

Meanwhile, police are saying
nothing at all

about the first woman whose
dead body was found...

Gibsons finest.

We can all sleep easy
knowing they're on the case.

Don't be an ass.

Hand me my keys.
I'll drive.

... the community is rocked

by these two murders
less than 48 hours.

It is the police that everyone
is looking to for answers.

Janice called you?

Yeah, like I said.

Which makes you
her last-known contact.

I had nothing to do
with this.

Do you know where she was?

No. She was at home,
I figured.

What makes you think that?

Not sure.
Maybe she wasn't.

I never asked.

Where were you, Gus?

I was at my place.

-Your home?
-Yes.

Or the gym?

Yeah, maybe. Yeah.

Thing is, we sent our forensics
team over to your gym.

We found blood around
the back door.

What are the chances
that's Janice's blood.

I never killed
Janice Doncaster!

She was my friend!!!

What about this woman?
Recognize her?

And you actually think--

My God, what kind of
monster do you think I am?

♪

You are not going to tell me
that you spent all day

with your mom.

Yeah, took her dancing.

She's not quite up
with the Foxtrot yet.

But she tangoed great.

Mmhmm.

She had a massive stroke, Cass

so I come all the way from LA
to see her.

She doesn't even know
who I am.

Still, it's good that
you're spending time.

Yeah, so I didn't,
not today.

Couldn't face it.

Then what did you do?

I...

Come on,
let's go back to your place.

-Roger.
-What?

We'll have some laughs,
a couple drinks,

maybe a thrash in
the satin sheets--

Hey, we are friends,

and barely that, if
you keep this up... stop.

Fine.

Friends with no
benefits whatsoever.

Got it.

I will drive you back
to your sister's. Roger?

Straight home, kid.

There's a killer
on the loose.

Have you ever played
a sociopath?

You'd be good.

[tense music]

I never seen her.
I never touched her.

I swear to God.

Look, my daughter,

I would... I would...
I would never let her down.

Not like this.

What sort of man would--

Disgusting.

-Janice was killed at your gym?
-Nope.

Forensics confirms it.

I'll find out the truth one way
or the other, Gus.

It's just a matter of time.

But if you want me
to help you,

you gotta help me.

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

Janice called,
she come over.

Then she says there's nothing
she's gonna do to help.

So... I got mad.
I never meant to, but I did.

My damn temper.

She... she shoves me
and I hit her.

God forgive me.

She goes backwards
and cracks her head so...

I roll her up
in the ring tarp

and stash her in the truck
to hide her.

But I gotta do something.
I can't just--

And then I start hearing

there's a woman's body
in the woods.

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

So that's what I done.

I done it...
and I gotta pay the price.

But I never done this.

Well, boss,
that was good work.

Do we believe him?

Which part?

Jane Doe.

I know, Gus. A little.

The way the woman
was killed,

it's hard to reconcile.

Still doesn't rule it out.

No, it doesn't.

But it would solve
a massive problem if--

What's your gut?

I'm not convinced.

About?

Any of it.

♪

And I can say that
we've identified

a person of interest

in the death of
Janice Doncaster.

A suspect, you mean?

We have someone in custody?
Yes, but at this point--

And the other murder?

Is this person a suspect
in both,

or are you thinking--

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

regarding a woman in her 40's,
slim build, blonde hair,

last seen wearing
a blue sweater.

If you saw her,
if you talked to her,

please contact us immediately.

When will you release the name
of the person in custody?

We'll have more
information soon.

[reporters clamoring]
Chief Alberg...

Just a person of interest, huh?

What did Dr. Duval say

about the angle of the blow
to Janice's face?

I don't think she did.

This sketch isn't going
to help us get an idea.

Look at it. It's not her.

You want to commission
another one?

No.

I'm going to be gone
a couple hours.

Hold the fort.

Where are you going?

Plan B.

Oh, get Duval to call me,
will you?

Just on my way to work.

I'm sorry for showing
up unannounced,

I tried to call.

It just went straight
to voicemail.

How are your murders?

Unsolved?

Um, yeah, that's why
I'm here.

I... I need the name
of an artist.

Georgia O'Keeffe,
Jackson Pollock.

I thought this was supposed
to be your department.

I need somebody local
who can do portraits.

Portrait of you inspiring
the troops.

Spyglass and a three
corner half,

that sort of thing.

Like Horatio at the Bridge?

No, you have too many arms.

[laughs]

Uh... Tommy Cummins.

At the high school? Really?
He's Holly's teacher.

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

He has an exhibition.
It starts tonight.

Gibsons Art Gallery.
You should go check it out.

Cassandra.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You look tired.

We should try and get
some more sleep.

As soon as these cases
are solved.

They will be.

I have faith.

[cell phone buzzes]

Hey, doc.
Appreciate the call.

Um, regarding the blow,
to Janice Doncaster's face,

what can you tell me about
the angle of impact?

Yeah.

Trust yourself.

If Jesse sees this.

But that's personal, right?
That's what makes this work.

[knocking]

Mr. Cummins.
I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Alberg,
I was just leaving.

Um, Holly's dad.

Oh, we've met.

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

We have a friend in common,
Cassandra Lee.

Sure. At the library, yeah.

Mmhmm.

Students.

This one's Devon's.

She's got a real talent.

You know, your daughter
has that spark too,

and I'm not sure
she believes that.

But Holly could be special.

Oh, she already is
to her dad.

-Well, I don't doubt that.
-Yeah.

I don't have kids myself.
One day, maybe.

But that father daughter
bond...

You do anything for her,
wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

So how can I help you, Chief?

The Egyptians believed
that a dead person's soul

could return to their portrait.
I'm guessing you knew that.

Far better than any photograph.

You bring yourself
to a painting, right?

We found a body a couple
nights ago.

A woman. No I.D.
No clue who she is.

That poor woman
in the woods, huh?

Just terrible, isn't it?
The investigation is still--

I need someone to bring
her back to life.

Hello.

How is he?

How you'd expect.

When can I see him?

How are you, Kat?

He loves you more
than anything.

He's my dad.

He'd do just about
anything for you, wouldn't he?

What the hell do you want?

What would
you do for him, Kat?

Janice came here last night
looking for your dad,

but I don't think
she found him.

Instead you
two had an argument.

Maybe she shoved you.

Maybe she took the first swing.

The blow that cracked
Janice's cheekbone

was angled up.

Janice's 5"8,
your dad's 6 foot plus.

She probably came here
to explain.

But you were not
in the listening mood.

And once things got started,

he's right-hand dominant,
your dad.

I hit her.

The punch cracked Janice's
right cheekbone,

so left hand.

Talk to me, Kat.
For your dad's sake.

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

I never liked Janice much.

She kind of hated me.

She wasn't getting up.

Daddy, I screwed up.
I really screwed up.

He said, I got this.

Sweetheart, go.
This is my job.

You got your whole life.

Hey. Go!

Out the door. Go!

[sniffling]

How many years?

It's not up to me.

Let my dad go.

No. See? She's making that up
to protect me.

Kat won't do hard time.

Involuntary manslaughter,
a year,

18 months at most.

But she's got a scholarship.

Gonna go to college,
go places.

Not like me.

Dad...

[sobbing]

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be all right.

-[sobbing] I messed up.
-No, you didn't.

I got you. You're fine.

We're fine.

Everything's gonna be
all right.

In here, Mr. Cummins.

[classical music playing
through headset]

♪

Hey boss, you know I trust
your instincts and all,

but this guy's a civilian.
You sure about this?

He's an artist.

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

What do you see?

Actually kind of beautiful,
except ice cold.

Gotta be a transient.

It reminds me of something.

The photo, not...
not the vic exactly,

but I've seen this somewhere.

Another murder?

I think. Yeah.

Where and when?

Follow your instincts.
It'll come back to you.

What do you see?

This is not a crime
of passion.

He's patient... calculating.

He's done this before.
He's gonna do this again.

We're looking for
a serial killer.