Previously on Instinct: I want to go see a friend
who may be able to help. Wait.
I'll drive. He works undercover.
(rings doorbell)
I'll take whatever you can get on the victims.
Where did you find out all this?
Does it matter. Of...
It matters if I want to get a warrant
to back up these rumors.
You know things you're not telling me.
But these are my cases.
And, uh, if I were to call, what would I call you?
Julian.
(screaming; suspenseful music playing)
Oh, no.
No! No, no, please. Please don't do it!
Oh!
(audience laughing, murmuring)
That last scene scared me to death.
I hope no one got mad because of that high-pitched scream.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Sorry about that. Oh.
Hope everyone enjoyed the show. It's time to go.
There's always one.
Uh, you see those words on the screen, miss?
Those are the credits.
It means the movie's over.
Come on, miss. I gotta clean the theater.
(gasping)
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
Hello, Lizzie.
Glad you could make it. What can I get you?
Chateau Cortmanche '05. Two glasses, please.
Pleased you rang.
And surprised.
I'm full of surprises.
I don't doubt it.
This isn't about some NYPD case, is it?
No.
Good.
DYLAN: Lizzie.
I didn't realize this was a party.
Well, this is an interesting... twist.
Okay, so I invited you both here
so we can put all our cards on the table.
No lies between us.
I play by the rules. Dylan, clearly I know
who Julian is, and... we've met a couple of times.
Now, I know you both enjoy
this spy crap, but I don't,
and my job doesn't allow it,
so I'm drawing a line here.
If it involves me or my work,
everything is out in the open.
Understood.
Great. DYLAN: Just out of curiosity...
...who came to who first?
"Who came to who first?" What are you, 12?
JULIAN: For the record, I was protecting you.
You were protecting me?
You were both protecting each other,
like little teenagers with secrets.
But I'm not good with secrets.
(clears throat)
Here you are. Thank you.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go home and walk my dog,
so enjoy your Chateau whatever.
She really is something.
She is indeed.
(cell phone buzzes)
(indistinct police radio communication)
Long time, no see.
The vic was found in the lower balcony.
No I.D.
Just a cell phone and a watch
with the name "Charlotte" engraved on the back.
(camera shutters snapping, quiet chatter)
LIZZIE: Head trauma.
Likely cause of death.
What is she wearing?
Definitely steampunk.
Huh?
A futuristic sci-fi aesthetic
inspired by the Victorian era.
But not exactly what you'd wear out to the movies.
She doesn't have much blood on her.
It's...
There's...
a trail of blood coming from the exit.
She wasn't murdered in here.
Why dress her like that?
And why leave her to be found?
What is the murderer saying?
LIZZIE: Can you get a sample
of this blood?
You found the body?
Yeah, I was, uh, cleaning up during showings.
And nobody saw anything before or after the screening?
No, nothing. I mean, no one's really here
on Wednesday nights, and I'm the only one
working the closing shift. Mm-hmm.
Can you turn the lights back on, please?
Yeah, sorry about that.
Our projector's on a timer.
The next showing of Demon Hound is starting,
so I'll just turn it off.
That's not Demon Hound.
But that is our victim.
LIZZIE: I thought you said there was no one in here.
EMPLOYEE: Lady, nobody is supposed to be.
LIZZIE: Okay, we need to go up.
Stay here, please. Harris?
LIZZIE: NYPD.
There's nobody up here. It's clear.
Can anyone run this remotely?
EMPLOYEE: I'm not sure. Maybe someone's hacking into it?
(power drill whirring)
No. Stop.
DISTORTED VOICE: Your mind is sick.
It's time to cure you of this illness.
You deserve to die.
Oh, my God. What is he doing?
He's filming this girl's murder.
DISTORTED VOICE: Because I'm better than you.
Whoa, that's too close.
And he's making us his audience.
You're scaring me.
Stop! Stop it! Stop!
Stop filming! Please! No!
(drill whirring)
♪ ♪
A girl's corpse was found at a movie theater? Mm-hmm.
Movie night with Maddie is off the schedule.
Hey, thanks again for agreeing to help watch her. Kathy is...
Forever in our debt? I know.
She e-mailed that three times.
It's not like I'm donating a lung.
This is her first vacation since we finished law school.
You know? She's a single mom working a full-time job,
going on a Caribbean cruise.
It's a very big deal to her.
Maddie sees me as a kind of father figure.
And kids with an absent father often attach themselves
to any parental figure they can find, so...
I'm glad it's you.
And, since we've decided
we want to start a family, this is kind of a trial run.
It's going to be fun.
Yeah, 'cause you get to be the
"sure, you can have mac and cheese at every meal" dad,
while I'm the "enough with the TV, do your homework" dad.
(chuckles) And since I get
to play the heavy, time to lose your board of carnage.
Oh, I am way ahead of you, evil, un-fun dad.
Dear God.
Okay, so we pick her up
from school, visit the planetarium,
see a Broadway musical,
and then have frozen hot chocolate
at Serendipity?
We did not do this much in our first month of dating.
(chuckles) I want Maddie to have a good time.
Yeah, and I want Maddie to get her homework done.
Okay, bad cop.
You know, hanging with Maddie is gonna be on fleek.
No. It's gonna be trill.
I want a divorce. (chuckles)
(doorbell rings)
(door opens)
ANDY: Uh, Maddie. MADDIE: Hey, Andy.
I was... I was just about to pick you up.
How'd you get here? Subway.
Subway? I-I was 30 before I took the subway on my own.
Hey, Maddie. It's been a couple of years.
You've gotten bigger.
I-I mean, you know, taller.
But not, you know, too tall.
Just the right amount of tall.
We don't spend that much time around 12-year-old girls.
Yeah, that's coming through pretty clear.
(Dylan chuckling)
There's some fun stuff
I thought we could do after school.
Once you've done your homework.
Uh, I kind of planned to hang out with my friends.
Oh, well... Oh.
You... of course, yes.
I have some English to do before school.
Is that...? Can I...? Of course.
Of course. Uh, yeah. No, this is your room
for the week, so, uh...
make yourself at home.
(whispers): I'll cancel Serendipity.
Yeah, that's the bad news.
Good news-- she's like a cat.
All we have to do is feed her and hope she doesn't run away.
Sweet.
LIZZIE: I've seen half a dozen arrestable offenses,
and we haven't even entered a dorm yet.
You must have been fun to party with in college.
I had to work my way through college,
look after my sister, take care of my mother,
so no, there weren't too many keg parties for me.
You should try breaking a rule sometime.
Start with something crazy, like jaywalking.
It's thrilling!
Yeah, I'll get onto that.
Why are we walking so fast?
Are we? Oh.
Probably because, when I'm on campus,
I'm late for my lecture,
rushing to get my notes ready and fleeing from students
who don't believe in office hours.
So, you love teaching?
Actually, I do.
Oh, uh, we're looking for Seneca.
Seneca's in class.
We're Charlotte's parents.
Dr. Reinhart, Detective Needham.
Please accept our condolences.
We're so sorry about your daughter.
We thought you were arriving later.
We took an earlier flight.
I needed to be in Charlotte's room,
feel her clothes, touch her things.
LIZZIE: If you don't mind my asking,
did Charlotte ever mention anyone
who may have had something against her?
No. DYLAN: A bad breakup?
Someone she feared?
She wanted to be a filmmaker.
She won awards.
She was our baby.
She came here to learn to direct.
To study with the great Professor Mosher.
She was his top student.
She felt like she belonged for the first time.
She loved every minute.
Except for acting.
Why did she hate acting?
She said the other student directors
got out of control.
The kids have no money to pay actors,
so Mosher makes them perform the stunts.
And they'd get hurt.
It was Mosher, the way he pushes his students,
that killed our girl.
Mom, you don't understand anything about me, because...
you never bothered to try.
(crying): Why can't you hear me?
MAN: Good God.
Why can't you love me?
What is happening in this scene?
A mother and her son are fighting.
I can see that, Claire, but there's no subtext.
And that dialogue? "Why can't you hear me?
Why can't you love me?"
That is movie talk.
I want real-life dialogue. And the camerawork.
Master, close-up, close-up.
(groaning): God. It's pedestrian.
It's a rite of passage.
Professor Mosher does this to everybody.
But he'll turn you into a filmmaker.
MOSHER: But-but-but...
it's not as anemic as Spencer's last film.
Our T.A.
'Cause that just sucked the life right out of me.
There was no point of view.
If you don't exist behind the camera,
there can be nothing real in front of it.
What makes a film phony?
ALL: When it lacks authenticity.
You want to grab your viewers?
Then surprise them.
Push reality to the limit.
And I thought you were an overdramatic professor.
How well did you know Charlotte?
Not too well.
But she had a point of view,
and an ear for dialogue and humor.
When everyone was making horror movies,
she was doing... she was doing comedies.
Charlotte was original,
not a...
...vacuous suck-up like most of them.
This is just terrible.
I'm devastated.
(cell phones buzzing and chiming)
Hey, somebody posted a film to the class site.
Geez, that's Charlotte.
You all might want to put your phones down.
It gets very graphic.
CLAIRE: Oh, my God. Is this real?
Is this why you're here?
Who posted it?
It's anonymous.
Please tell me this isn't real,
that Charlotte isn't dead.
It's gotta be Henry. Look at the steampunk.
Who's Henry?
He's one of my students.
Which one? He's not here.
He hasn't been to class for a couple of days.
DYLAN: Given the calculated planning,
I'd say we're dealing with a psychopath,
rather than a sociopath, who'd be more impulsive.
So he plays the film in a theater,
and then posts it online.
Is it some kind of homicidal exhibitionist?
Or a "murder artist," like the Zodiac.
By filming the murder and sharing it with an audience,
they can gain a sense of power and fulfillment.
And risk getting caught.
That may not matter if they get a rise
out of inflicting pain.
An arrogant psychopath craves center stage,
and they can never get enough.
(woman screaming)
There.
(chain saw buzzing)
(screaming)
(screaming, gasping)
Stand back.
LIZZIE: Police!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Um, we're just filming a movie.
What's going on?
Yeah, we knew that.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm tired of sitting in this chair.
You just ruined my shot.
Charlotte's... dead?
She was a beautiful person.
And you knew,
and you didn't tell me, and we went ahead and did this?
I didn't want to upset you.
Yes, it's horrible, but we have a deadline.
Deadline?
Charlotte's dead.
He's so controlling, he doesn't even let his actors
use cell phones on set.
Can I go, please?
LIZZIE: We're going to need a statement first.
And, Henry, we'll need to search your apartment.
Search my apartment? For what?
Some of your colleagues suggested
that the film in which Charlotte was killed
was very similar to your own work.
The steampunk aesthetic rests on the idea
that if something looks good it's because it is good.
That film sucked.
It was a steampunk rip-off.
Wait, you think that I had something
to do with killing Charlotte?
Oh, my God. Was I next?
Were you gonna kill me, too?
I didn't kill anyone.
I-I can't even kill a roach.
So, then, it shouldn't be a problem
for us to take a look at your place.
Well, maybe you want to get a warrant.
Are you hiding something up there?
ACTRESS: What did he use to kill Charlotte?
A drill. Why?
It used to be a drill that killed my character,
but he changed it to a chain saw this morning.
DYLAN: Andy, I got your text.
What happened? Is she okay?
ANDY: She is. I'm not.
She was caught being mean to a boy online.
School has a zero-tolerance policy on cyber-bullying,
so she has been suspended for two days.
Maddie was cyber-bullying?
It's-it's not the Maddie I know--
or at least thought I knew-- but...
I gotta get back to work. I'll drop her off at home.
What, by herself?
All right, I'll-I'll take her to the bar.
She can eat and do her homework there.
Yeah, burger, fries and TV?
You've really got this "bad cop" thing down.
DYLAN: I'll take her to the precinct.
She can work there. She's not a criminal, Dylan.
We're not trying to scare her straight.
It wouldn't be the worst thing for Maddie
to be surrounded by cops for a few hours.
DISTORTED VOICE (over video): You deserve to die...
Oh, my God.
That's so gross.
Harris, there is a child here.
Hey, you want to raid our pantry?
We got stale doughnuts and gummy worms.
No treats. Maddie has had some disciplinary issues at school.
Get your stuff. I'll find you somewhere else to work.
The search warrant for Henry's place
turned up some steampunk costumes
and props that matched the video of Charlotte.
And no drill. Mmm.
Uh...
MADDIE: Wow, look at those.
Not good lighting in here. But I want to see the picture.
DYLAN: Come on. LIZZIE: But the biggest piece of evidence
was Henry's laptop. What was on it?
It's what was missing-- his hard drive.
He said it was stolen, but he never reported it.
Shocking, huh?
We should bring him in.
Okay, Nancy Drew. You can work here.
No, she can't work here. Why not?
Henry's on his way.
Um, come on.
Charlotte was killed with a drill.
You had a drill in a script as a murder weapon,
and then you changed it to a chain saw. Why?
Because somebody stole my drill.
Right. Someone stole your hard drive and your drill.
I think you should maybe
learn to take better care of your stuff.
Or maybe you got rid of the drill
after you used it to kill Charlotte.
Where were you last night?
Home. Are you sure?
That is a ticket stub for the Village East Cinema.
The same showing where Charlotte's body was discovered.
We found this in your apartment.
7:00 p.m.?
That's hardly night.
Professor Mosher wanted us to see it for class.
I left after the opening sequence.
It was one really cool continuous shot.
The rest is hacky.
Guys, I know this doesn't look good, but...
I didn't do anything.
Your classmate, Naomi, says there was
some animosity between you and Charlotte.
Yeah. Russ's seminar is...
Russ?
Mosher.
Everyone pitches in,
but his class can get a little...
Cutthroat?
Competitive.
Top student gets a grant to make their thesis film.
I make horror movies.
Charlotte made dramedies.
Every semester, we were Russ's top two.
She was number one. You were two.
I wouldn't kill for competition.
How about for authenticity?
Authenticity isn't verisimilitude.
If it were, then home movies would be high art.
Look, even though we competed,
Charlotte couldn't have been nicer.
I didn't touch her.
Let's see if the theater security footage
verifies your story.
You keep calling him "Russ."
Do most students
call Professor Mosher by his first name?
No, not most students.
And he let you skip class to make your films, right?
Yeah, I have festival deadlines.
And he's not just a teacher.
He's a mentor.
He's a true filmmaker.
I'm a teacher, too.
I wish my students talked about me that way.
What makes him such a terrific teacher?
Russ says that film isn't just an art form.
It's life.
And like life, trust is everything.
I would do anything for Russ.
Maybe that's what's missing from my classroom.
(chuckles)
Not one of my students
would trust me with their hard drive.
Why don't you tell me about that?
I heard you got in trouble for bullying some boy.
Mmm.
I was bullied in middle school.
Keith Calhoun.
He used to push me around,
and then one day I just punched him in the jaw.
Turned out he had a crush on me.
Did you get in trouble?
Uh-uh.
I never got in trouble.
I was a rule follower.
Still am.
We found some e-mails from Charlotte to...
Oh. Hey, Maddie.
One sec.
We found some e-mails from Charlotte to a friend
about liking a guy.
She doesn't use his name, but she calls it complicated.
Okay, great. See if you can find anything else.
Mm-hmm. Thanks.
So, this boy you bullied--
what's he like?
His name is Aidan.
He's new this year and kind of shy.
But if you get to know him, he can be funny.
It sounds like you like him.
Why write mean posts about him?
I didn't.
You didn't write the posts?
No.
I bet it was Mia.
She's always borrowing my phone.
Why didn't you tell the principal?
Mia is the most popular girl in class.
If I say something, she'll make my life
miserable forever.
I bet it hurt Aidan, thinking you'd say that.
I tried to tell him it wasn't me,
but he didn't believe me.
(sniffles)
I really, really do like Aidan, but...
my friend Zoey told me it's bad for your rating
to like just one guy.
Your rating?
On ChitterPix.
If you flirt around,
you'll get more guys to like your stuff.
Then your rating goes up.
That's the rule.
Maddie, do you ever think about breaking the rules?
Do you?
Nah, I don't think Henry did it.
He kept a steady voice, spoke in complete sentences,
and didn't point a finger at anyone.
He does seem sincere, but that doesn't explain
how his drill suddenly disappeared
or why he gave Mosher his hard drive.
Mosher's impact on his students is pretty impressive.
Are you envious?
DYLAN (chuckles): Of course not.
Professor.
Oh, I-I was just heading to class.
You're not seriously considering Henry as a suspect?
He may be an intense young man,
but he is not capable of doing something like that.
Why did he give you his hard drive?
To preserve his thesis film.
He's been working on it for months.
It's the most important thing in his life.
See, he didn't want the...
the footage to get lost in evidence.
So you're protecting your student?
I was.
But I-I sure as hell don't want
to get in the way of a murder investigation.
The drive is locked in the, uh, editing room.
Uh, come on, come on.
What's the rush? Well, I hate to be late for class.
But you're already late.
We went to your classroom first,
and your students said you'd be here.
What's so important here?
Nothing. DYLAN: Professor...
(sighs) There are tells people have when they're lying.
Like the grooming gesture.
You're asked a question, and suddenly you feel the need
to adjust your surroundings, as you did by moving your phone.
What's on your computer
you don't want us to see?
Charlotte.
That's a film that she made about subverting the male gaze.
Hmm.
Well, you really do get to know your students.
It's not what it looks like.
That you're a married man having an affair with a student,
and that student is now dead?
Professor Mosher, did you kill Charlotte?
TARU is going through Henry's hard drive.
Great. I pulled Charlotte's e-mails with Mosher.
It was more than just a fling. She was in love with him.
Oh. He told her he wouldn't leave his wife.
So she was pissed he ended the relationship?
In her last e-mail three days ago,
she threatened to go public with the affair.
Mosher never replied.
There's your motive.
But if Mosher killed Charlotte,
why would he make such a display about it?
Maybe to throw suspicion on someone else?
Or maybe Henry did it.
Svengali syndrome.
Manipulate someone who reveres you
to do your dirty work.
Henry certainly idolized his professor.
Yeah, maybe Mosher had Henry kill her.
But he didn't know that Henry would film it for authenticity.
So, I spoke with Maddie. Mm-hmm.
For what it's worth, I don't think she did it.
She likes that boy.
She does? Mm-hmm.
Why didn't she come out and say that?
She's worried that if she snitches,
it's gonna ruin her social status.
How'd you get her to talk to you?
12-year-old girls are complicated.
I was one once.
We should tell her principal.
Maddie has no proof.
These cyber things can be tricky.
Not for everyone.
And yes, I am talking about Julian.
Thank you for telling me.
See, doesn't it feel better not to be all spy-ish?
Feels tremendously better.
Rule follower.
Normally, you come to me to assist in your hunt
for some deranged mastermind, but today
you want me to hack into a 12-year-old's
bejeweled cell phone to discover
who was, like, being a total liar?
I really need this information.
The whole social fabric
of Maddie's school life is at stake.
And she's a good kid.
Very well.
(typing)
Hello, Kitty.
It seems that a chap
named Aidan was the object
of numerous posts made on Maddie's ChitterPix account.
I thought those pic things were meant to disappear.
They do.
Unless you request an unscrupulous hacker
to retrieve them from the bowels of the Web.
Looks like this girl you're watching over
can be quite cruel.
This one suggests Aidan
is an "assed-out gutter-punk loser"
who procures his threads from the Salvation Army
and will never be kissed.
Ow, that hurts.
Move on. Keep checking.
There are two accounts linked to Maddie's profile.
The second account was created yesterday
from an address in Chelsea.
Maddie doesn't live in Chelsea.
Joel and Nora Miller do.
They have a daughter, Zoey, 12.
Oh, Zoey's the same age as Maddie.
Looks as if young Zoey was engaged in a spot of catfishing.
(chuckles) So Zoey was impersonating Maddie
so Maddie would take the blame,
while also undermining Maddie's friendship with Aidan.
I'd rather face a warlord in Chechnya
than Zoey in a schoolyard.
I'm glad I'm not young.
LIZZIE: Oh, that's good news.
Maddie must be so relieved.
Oh, she doesn't know yet.
Well, I've got some bad news.
We had to cut Henry loose.
His hard drive came up clean,
and we don't have enough to hold him.
And Mosher's alibi is airtight.
He was with his wife and another couple.
That just doesn't make sense.
If it's not Henry or Mosher...
We're back to square one.
Who would want to kill Charlotte,
make it look like Henry, and film it?
(door opens) ANDY: Hey, Dyl, you home?
We got pad see-ew from the place around the corner.
I gotta go. I'll speak to you soon.
Great news, Maddie.
I cleared your name with Principal Mathis.
You can go back to school tomorrow.
Way to go.
Um, did you tell Principal Mathis
that Mia did it?
No, it was some girl named Zoey.
Zoey?
Yeah. Uh...
she wouldn't do anything like that.
Uh, well, she did. I can show you the proof.
Why can't you just mind your own business?
I don't want to go back
to that stupid school ever again.
Zoey is her best friend.
Or at least she thought so.
Oh.
I'll go talk to her. No, no. I'll do it.
I'll do it.
I fixed the problem.
I'll go and fix the solution.
Go away.
I don't know if you know this, but I have
way too many degrees in human behavior.
And they don't come in handy very often,
but I do know that you shouldn't take the blame
for something that's not your fault.
Congratulations on your degrees,
but you don't understand how it works.
(sighs) Then teach me, Maddie.
Tell me what happened.
Tell me so I can understand.
But you can't understand.
Maybe not.
I didn't have to deal with cyber-bullying
or Twitter or ChitterPix or...
Face-anything.
But I was pimply.
And gay, and terrible at sports.
I do know you have to learn
who to trust, who not to trust,
but above all, to trust yourself.
Zoey's my best friend,
but she's been really mean to me lately.
She's been making fun of my posts,
and she even called me a "postaholic"
because my Pix rating
is going up.
What's a Pix rating?
You get points every time people view your posts.
The more followers you have,
the higher your rating is.
Without a high rating, it's like you don't exist.
Like...
people don't even know you're there.
You are so much more than an online rating.
Hey.
I survived.
You will, too.
She was his top student.
For the first time, she felt like she belonged.
The steampunk aesthetic rests on the idea
that something looks good because it is good.
That film sucked.
It was a steampunk rip-off.
If you don't exist behind the camera,
then there can be nothing real in front of it.
Like no one knows you're there.
Hey, Nancy Drew,
I think you just helped me with my case.
I did? Yeah.
I've, uh, gotta get to work,
but I know that Andy wants to spend some time with you
because-- guess what--
you've got a pretty high rating with us, too.
Thanks, Dylan.
You guys are trill.
(chuckles)
So, Mosher shines a spotlight
on Charlotte and Henry, his two favorites,
but what about the other students?
They don't get the validation or the attention.
It's like they're not even there.
Explains why you'd post that video killing Charlotte online.
Suddenly, your film becomes the most talked about one around.
Right. Now imagine being those students,
watching Charlotte and Henry get all the praise.
There was that girl, Claire,
whose movie we saw Mosher critique.
And then the T.A.
Mosher slammed his movie, said it was anemic.
Said it sucked the life out of him.
He humiliated the poor guy
in front of everyone, and what did the T.A. do?
He just took it passively, like he didn't
have the validation to defend his movie or himself.
But there may be a fury building with every cut to his ego,
just waiting for the right trigger.
So you knock off Charlotte, and then frame Henry?
Use his steampunk style, steal his drill.
But why?
Jealousy? Anger? Resentment?
Let's ask the professor.
I'm not talking without my lawyer.
You're no longer a suspect, Professor,
but you may be able to help us find who killed Charlotte.
Tell us about your T.A.
Spencer? Yeah.
He's talentless,
but he makes up for it with a strong sense of entitlement.
He's a rich kid who thinks he's a filmmaker.
His parents made a very, uh, generous donation
to the university.
I gave them an assignment
to, uh, film something authentic, personal,
and Spencer turned in a video essay
on why he wants to make films.
SPENCER (over video): My name is Spencer Baymoore.
Welcome to our beautiful Baymoore home.
Just another canvas on which to make your dreams come true.
Uh, Spencer... his parents made their fortune
flying around the world building overpriced homes.
Spencer was raised by nannies.
Mommy? Daddy?
Come say hi.
Oh, that's right-- Mommy and Daddy
are too busy designing dream homes.
Thinking they're better.
But I don't care.
Because I'm better than you.
"I'm better than you."
Isn't that what the killer said
right before he killed Charlotte?
Did Spencer ever express anger?
Show signs of violence?
No. No, I told him last week
that he wasn't gonna get the grant.
That the footage he screened wasn't good enough.
He seemed fine with it.
When you told him he wasn't getting the grant,
did you tell him who was?
Sure.
Charlotte or Henry.
Oh, my God. Where does he live?
I'll look in the school database.
There's another anonymous link. Open it, please.
DISTORTED VOICE: I will premiere my next film
very soon, and it will be unforgettable.
Professor Mosher, I'm sorry
you find my films anemic, lifeless,
but I will make you proud.
Please, please, help me!
Help me! MOSHER: Henry.
DISTORTED VOICE: You want us to grab our viewers?
Surprise them?
To push the limits of reality?
You want authenticity?
This film is live.
No one in Spencer's apartment. They searched the campus, too,
and his parents are on vacation in Italy.
(sighs) A fragile mind like Spencer's
may have snapped when he didn't get that grant.
And instead of punishing the one he idolized,
he may have gone after the competition.
I'm not getting anything. Yeah, there's no sign of Spencer
on the video yet.
Why can't we track where he's streaming from?
The killer's using an onion router to scramble his IP.
The router sends out fake IP addresses
every two to three seconds
to hide his real location.
It's like finding a needle in a stack of needles
and somebody keeps adding needles.
Okay, so we saw him two hours ago.
Just search within
a 20-mile radius.
I'm getting recurring IPs in Brooklyn.
LIZZIE: Okay, we'll head in that direction.
And give me an update with the actual address
as soon as you have it. It may take some time.
Should we call Julian?
Let's keep this NYPD.
DISTORTED VOICE: Now it's golden boy Henry's
turn to be anemic.
His punishment:
death by exsanguination.
If Spencer drains Henry's blood, he will be dead within the hour.
Make the call. Come on.
(siren wailing)
JULIAN (over phone): His IP spoofer's pretty elaborate.
I'll try finding an exploit in.
He's looking cyanotic.
If we don't get there in time, he'll go into cardiac arrest.
I got in.
Now just one more step.
There. I've narrowed it down to three locations.
Three doesn't help us.
Julian, are any of these addresses
at one of Spencer's family's sites?
(typing)
Yes. 88 Elm.
Recently acquired by Baymoore Homes.
That's where our killer is. Uh, take the next left.
Text EMS the address,
and tell them to bring units of blood.
We're not going to make it in time.
We have to stall Spencer.
How?
Stop the only thing that matters to him.
JULIAN: Give me a minute.
(quiet chatter)
♪ ♪
(beeping)
No.
Don't do this.
(siren wailing)
Don't do this to me. Don't drop out on me now!
DYLAN: Police!
Put it down, Spencer. Put it down.
Stay away from me.
This is gonna be better than anything he
or Charlotte ever made.
'Cause this...
this is true authenticity.
Exactly what Professor Mosher wants.
DYLAN: The movie's over, Spencer.
It's over...
when everyone sees the bad guy die.
But no one's watching you anymore.
Your feed's been cut.
You have no audience.
OFFICER: Move in, move in!
Come on, come on!
LIZZIE: Spencer Baymoore...
Wait. He's still alive.
...you are under arrest for murder.
Take him away.
Is he okay? Yeah, he's good.
He's still alive.
(over video): Wait, wait.
Oh, my God, are you seriously filming right now?
How many times do I have to tell you
this face belongs behind the camera?
We are never gonna get this done
before the sun sets if you don't...
(laughing): Stop it! Oh, my God, stop!
Stop.
She looks so happy.
We found it on her computer.
These are the outtakes from her thesis film.
We're compiling everything to send to you.
But if you want to keep watching in here...
You have no idea how much this means.
Thank you.
Of course.
(laughing): Stop. Oh, my God, I hate you.
How's the kid doing?
Henry? Okay. He's recovering.
I miss our kid.
Yeah, it's a little quiet around here, huh?
Feels like an empty nest.
The responsibility is a little crazy, huh?
Yeah, and you must be exhausted after being bad cop.
(chuckles)
I'm good cop.
And that works because, as a behavioral specialist,
I cannot be the good cop.
Thank you for being there for Maddie.
You know, I think, despite her school suspension
and witnessing a filmed murder, she had fun.
She did. She-she definitely did.
Yeah. Yeah, and she's still breathing.
We didn't kill her. Which is something.
You know, I... I think it'll be easier when it's our kid.
Totally. Totally. Yeah. It's-it's gotta be, you know?
Still want to do it?
I do.
You? Yeah.
In the meantime,
how about that frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity?
Love it. Come on.
Hello, Lizzie.
What poor sap are you going to leave
bruised and flattened today?
Uh...
What didn't I make clear the other night?
You put your cards on the table,
and I heard what you had to say.
Now it's my turn.
♪ We were waiting for the end ♪
Go ahead.
♪ I had a dream... ♪
I was once very much in love with a woman
who could not handle my line of work.
She broke it off.
Probably for the best.
Why are you telling me this?
♪ It was the blackest night ♪
Why am I telling you this?
♪ I'd ever seen... ♪
I don't want to break your rules...
Julian, stop.
Just stop.
♪ Are we shadows? ♪
♪ Are we the stars that hit the ground? ♪
♪ Hold on to me ♪
♪ You know there's no walking away now ♪
♪ Be brave for now ♪
♪ Who will I be in the end? ♪
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