Blindspot (2015) s04e11 Episode Script
Careless Whisper
1 9-1-1, what's your emergency? [MAN.]
There's someone trying to break into my house.
I think it's - I think they're after my - [GLASS BREAKING.]
- They're in the house.
- Who is in the house, sir? No! Hello, can you please send Hello! I've gotta get out of here.
You?! - Late night? - [SIGHS.]
Just catching up on all this undercover work Zapata had with Keaton.
Still can't believe she's back.
I still can't believe that she kept us in the dark about their op.
On paper, I almost get it.
They felt like they couldn't take any chances.
Yeah, but in reality I feel completely betrayed and backed into a corner.
Now I got no choice but to send Zapata back out on a mission I never even authorized, all while keeping the CIA off her back.
Yeah, but, just remember.
She wasn't calling the shots.
Keaton was.
And with him still in a coma, this is all on you now.
This must be how Phil Jackson felt when he was brought in to turn the Knicks around.
He got fired, didn't he? Don't remind me.
[LAUGHING.]
Sorry.
How's Jane doing? She's good.
She's really good considering everything she's going through.
The doctors, they keep telling me I gotta give her breathing room so she can figure out what her "new normal" is.
I would love me some "normal" right about now.
Same.
Zapata's supposed to be meeting with Del Toro right this second.
- Natasha - [SHRIEKS.]
The CIA would like a word.
You don't seem too worried that she's meeting up with a dangerous cartel hacker.
[CAR TIRES SCREECHING.]
[BANGING.]
[TIRES SKID.]
If I've learned one thing, it's that Zapata has no problem taking care of herself.
Hey, listen, you don't understand.
Unh! [PATTERSON.]
The ZIP you were injected with has never fully left your system.
It's killing you.
[SHEPHERD.]
If this Kallisto person is still out there he might have a way to reverse the effects of ZIP.
It's too late.
Whoa - Was it something he said? - [SIGHS.]
Kind of.
It's weird.
When I first came out of that bag and discovered all the things I could do, the fighting styles, the languages - The helicopter flying? - Hm.
It was all muscle memory, instinct.
But now? Every hit brings a rush of memories of every hit before it, every workout, every lesson, it's, uh Overwhelming? A little, yeah.
But I'd take Remi's training memories over almost everything else she did.
Well, speaking of your health situation.
Please tell me that contains the stem cells - that are gonna save my life.
- Not quite.
- But this is - A bracelet.
I was going to say this is a "custom-designed ultra-smart health monitor.
" But, sure, "bracelet" works, too.
- Okay.
- Dr.
Roga identified a dozen key indicators associated with the progression of ZIP poisoning.
This tracks all of them.
Everything from heart rhythms to oxygen saturation.
It even analyzes the content of your sweat.
So, uh, it monitors how close I'm moving towards death.
That's a little dark.
Don't think of it like that.
Think of it like it's your own personal Patterson with you at all times.
And that green light is basically me waving at you, saying, "Hi, hello, everything's fine.
" - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Okay, now you have to teach me that combo move.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- All right.
- Thank you.
Edgar! Hey Ooh! Jeez, I did not see you there.
- Sorry, Rich.
- You're saying "sorry" and yet I feel like you're kind of blaming me - for what just happened - Briana, thanks.
Where's the fire, Rich? Long Island And it's not a fire.
It's a homicide.
An author of some repute has wound up dead and we need to get to the crime scene, ASAP.
I don't understand.
Is that a tattoo connection? Uh, you could say that.
[RICH.]
I believe this was Jane's coming out party.
Times Square bomb scare? Boy, try saying that five times fast.
Times Square bomb scare, Times Square bomb scare.
Times Square bomb scare, Times Square bomb scare.
So, this is your "tattoo connection"? Several of these articles are about corrupt officials that were taken down as a result of tattoo cases.
Methinks Jane has a secret admirer.
Or not.
None of them actually mention her.
Most of these articles have nothing to do with the tattoos.
They're not even FBI cases, Rich.
So he was propped up Pen put in his hand, post-mortem.
Killer trying to send a message? Well, maybe they didn't like his last novel.
- Yeah.
- [READE.]
Tell me about the victim.
Uh, Winston Pear.
Became a bestselling author when he latched onto the whole true crime fad.
I wouldn't say that "he latched onto it.
" More like he started it.
Kurt has all of his books.
Read two on our honeymoon.
But I read 'em on the plane, okay, just to be clear.
Uh, "Winston Pear is internationally renowned" "for his genre-bending novels where fictional detectives" "solve real crimes.
" Oh, come on, that is totally cheating.
He's also "renowned" for his inability to write women.
They're either victims or sex objects or usually both.
His writing is a little "dated.
" But his books have led to actual arrests.
The Hell's Kitchen diamond thieves.
The Coney Island kidnappers They get it, you're a super fan.
- I'm not a super fan.
- Whatever you say.
The blood spatter indicates he was killed right there.
And with that.
Then the killer went through the house and trashed everything looking for something.
Or trying to make it look like they were looking for something to hide the fact that it was actually a crime of passion? Ooh! Or a suicide.
Huh? See now we're writing a mystery novel.
There's no computer.
Maybe the killer took it? No, he was really old school.
He only ever used typewriters.
- Ugh, pretentious.
- No, I mean, he thought that it helped him connect to the words more, like Yeah, all right, I might be a super fan.
[RICH.]
Okay, uh, speaking of being connected to the words more.
Here is something that might help us.
A voice from beyond the grave.
9-1-1, what's your emergency? [WINSTON.]
There's someone trying to break into my house.
I think it's - I think they're after my - [GLASS BREAKING.]
- They're in the house.
- Who is in the house, sir? Sir? Are you still there? - Oh, I thought this would be longer.
- Wait, play it again.
9-1-1, what's your emergency? - There's someone trying to break - Stop.
At the beginning.
That "tick" sound.
It almost sounds like a um [CLOCK TICKING.]
- Huh.
- [LOUD TICKING.]
Winston was right here when he first made the call.
9-1-1, what's your emergency There's someone trying to break into my house.
But the other sound on that recording could be that latch.
[WINSTON.]
There's someone trying to break into my house.
[LOUD TICKING.]
A manuscript? The plot thickens.
"Inked to Death": "A Jane Doe Mystery.
" [PATTERSON.]
It's about Jane? No, it's about all of us.
[CLOCK TICKING.]
If he was killed because of what he was writing And the book is about us Then we just found ourselves smack dab in the middle of an old-fashioned murder mystery.
Looks like we're dealing with a serial killer.
And not just any run-of-the-mill Ted Bundy-type This is the work of The New York Ripper.
Making this his 35th victim.
And making him the deadliest serial killer in this state's history.
[LONG WHISTLE.]
Life goals.
I'm sensing something.
There's a pattern to these murders.
Jane's right.
Sorry I'm late.
The Nikkei opened down 5% today and my investors are freaking out.
Such is the life when you're an FBI super agent and the CEO of a major tech company.
Hmm.
If you connect the dots to his kill sites, they match the shaded area to Jane's centaur tattoo.
[JANE'S VOICE.]
Nice work, Peterson.
Nice work.
[READE.]
Kurt Walker, Edgar Reece.
Rich DotBiz.
And he even got Special Agent Peterson's first name right.
These "fictional detectives" are us.
Except that I don't have a centaur tattoo.
We've never worked a case with a "New York Ripper.
" I've never even heard of that serial killer.
Also "Life goals"? I mean, isn't death goals the obvious joke? [PATTERSON.]
Who does science in 6-inch heels? Why does he spend all this time describing women's shoes? Why not spend a paragraph on Rich's loafers? But he kind of did get our essence.
[SCOFFS.]
Whatever, Mr.
"Billowing biceps, threatening" "to rip through his shirt.
" [READE.]
Winston Pear invents a serial killer and a tattoo to go with it just to put us in a story? How does he even know us? Invented a tattoo? Yes.
A serial killer, maybe not.
The reason we've never heard of "The New York Ripper" is because it's a name coined by Winston.
He has a theory that three dozen real murders in Long Island have been committed by the same person.
Check out this tweet from Winston's publisher: "Next summer, Winston Pear is going to unearth" "New York's deadliest mystery.
" Sounds like he was ready to name a person that matches his theory.
Yeah, a name the real killer doesn't want getting out.
Then why don't we just skip to the end? "As the team races the clock" "to stop this anonymous killing machine" "from taking another life" Oh.
It just stops.
It's not complete.
"Anonymous killing machine" doesn't real help.
Yeah, it looks like we need to figure out how Winston was planning on ending his book.
That's not gonna be easy.
His whole life was analog.
No computer, no cell phone.
His car has an 8-track.
Let's just hope Winston didn't take the killer's identity to the grave with him.
Rich, coordinate with local police and get as much evidence as you can back to our office.
I want a list of every suspect they've got for all 35 - of those murders.
- Okay.
Looks like word got out who died here.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
Hey You see that guy on my six? Could just be a lookie-loo.
It could also be the killer looking for the manuscript.
Sir? FBI.
Stop! Got a runner! [WELLER ON RADIO.]
Jane, do you have eyes on him?! [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
[MUTED.]
I need you to intercept him! Jane! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [MUTED SOUND.]
- [WELLER.]
FBI! - But I didn't do anything.
- That's why you ran? That's it.
Come on.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's just a little denim burn from when I side-tackled that guy.
I'm talking about before the tackle.
- C'mere.
- Hmm? Patterson said that your vitals spiked.
So, what was that? Like, a migraine? Not exactly.
More like a ear-piercing drone followed by silence, but it only lasted a couple seconds.
A couple of seconds? Jane I still got the guy, didn't I? Patterson said she's okay with me being out in the field as long as I got this on.
But if you think I should dial back on my activity No, I don't want you to do anything for me.
All right, you gotta do it for yourself.
- Trust your gut.
- [CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Suspect is ready for us in the interrogation room.
Get this.
He's an agent.
CIA? NSA? Nope, try again.
I'm telling you, I'm just his literary agent.
When I heard about Winston, I went right down there.
To steal evidence? No, to make sure someone was looking after my client's best interests.
Your dead client.
[SIGHS.]
Now, that book, that'd be worth millions, wouldn't it? Probably more now.
Wait.
You think I killed him? No, no, no.
Okay, you're right.
I did want to get my hands on the manuscript.
It is worth a lot, but only if it's delivered to the publisher.
I was just gonna borrow it, make a copy and then put it back.
That's not still an option, is it? No.
But if you tell us everything you know about the book, maybe we'll keep you out of jail.
Winston had been trying to write about the Ripper for years, but he could never find a way into the story.
Until Times Square got evacuated because of a bomb scare a couple years ago, you remember that? It sounds vaguely familiar.
Winston thought it was weird that there was never any follow-up about it, so he pinged his NYPD contacts, got in touch with the beat cops and bomb squad guys that were there.
And that's when he found out about this naked lady who came out of a bag, covered in tattoos from h Holy You're her, aren't you? Focus, Ronnie.
That was it.
He couldn't get that image out of his head.
He had to write about it.
Where does the Ripper come in? The perfect mystery needs the perfect crime-solving team, right? For Winston, she you were the ideal foil for the Ripper.
You're not represented, are you? I'm thinking about getting into How does the book end? I can't tell you.
I'm pretty sure that Winston's not gonna fire you.
Well, I can't tell you because I don't know.
He only trusted a few select people with the details of his works-in-progress.
- Like? - Like Frankie, his editor.
I don't know any other names specifically.
They may be in his notebook.
What notebook? Winston kept all his notes and research in a red Moleskine.
His theories.
Who he talked to about the case.
It was like an extension of his brain.
Never saw him without it.
I've been looking through all the murders Winston attributed to the Ripper.
No consistent M.
O.
Some of them look ritualistic, others look completely random.
The cops have over a hundred suspects for them in total.
Why did Winston think these were all done by the same person? Only one way to find out.
You want me to do a book report? It's the best lead we got going.
Make copies for everyone.
Hey, have you heard from Zapata? Not yet.
[RICH.]
So this is very, very bad.
[WELLER.]
Oh, yeah? What's bad? We've hit a dead end.
Literally.
The Agents that went to pick up Winston's book editor found her a little less than alive.
And unlike Winston, whose murder was interrupted by a 911 call, looks like the Ripper really took his time with this one.
[JANE.]
Her lips are sewn shut.
It's not too hard to figure out what that means.
He's silencing anyone connected to the manuscript.
What about Winston's notebook? Talked to local PD.
Not only was it not taken into evidence, but CSU didn't even list one in their crime scene inventory.
So, either they haven't found one yet, or - Someone took it.
- If the Ripper has Winston's notebook, that means he's got a road map to everyone he needs to kill next.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Placement of the murder weapon, the wealth of physical evidence These crime scenes, they're almost too perfect.
[GASPS.]
I can't.
We can't.
We can.
Not here, not again.
I just keep thinking about your wife.
Oh, to hell with my disinterested wife! Shh! Maybe this will help set the mood.
[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
"The forbidden lovers share a toast before embracing".
"Their bodies intertwining like two snakes in a pit of" - Oh, my God.
- Okay.
Well, you get the picture.
Yeah, I would like to send it back.
Also, it says I have a wife.
Okay, first of all, if I was married, which I never would be, I would have multiple wives and a husband.
And what does it even mean for a crime scene to be "too perfect"? Speaking of not having any grounding in reality, listen to this.
"Rich DotBiz, willing to put his criminal past behind him" "and work with the Feds" "not out of a desire for redemption", "but out of a desire for friendship".
"True friendship".
"Something that's always been lacking" "in the life of this spastic emissary of chaos.
" Where does he come up with this crap?! Yeah, where does he? Okay, talking to his usual law enforcement contacts, I can see how Winston figured out much of the stuff in this book.
But the fact that you don't have any friends? Hey, okay, I have friends, all right? They're just in Canada.
And how the hell does Winston Pear know where I keep my celebratory reserve? Hmm, I see what you're saying.
Let's get drunk.
- No.
- No, we have a rat.
Is the book that bad? No.
Well, yes.
[CHUCKLES.]
That's not what's bothering me.
All this reading in this fluorescent light is just killing my eyes.
You okay? Do you wanna keep going? Yeah, yeah.
Check out the size of these forensics reports.
It's pretty extensive.
When's the last time you saw a forensics report that complete? Uh, never.
It's as though every piece of evidence CSU would expect to find was left right where they would expect to find it.
The Ripper has to be a cop.
Someone in the office was talking to Winston.
What? The devil is literally in the details.
What's in the drawers.
Who's keeping secrets.
Jane's migraines Wait, he wrote about my ZIP poisoning? No, I think he thinks you're pregnant.
Or psychic.
Or pregnant and your baby's gonna be psychic? The only way Winston could know this stuff is from someone who is in very close proximity to us.
Yeah.
But who? Uh, class, if you would, please, turn to page 77 in your textbooks.
I can't believe this.
- Did I step out of bounds? - Step out of bounds? I think you just broke this whole case wide open.
- We need to talk to you.
- [READE.]
It can wait.
[WELLER.]
Rich has got something.
No, Briana's got something.
It's incredible.
You came up with this on your own? No, you guys had most of the pieces, I just filled in the blanks.
People say I'm a perfectionist, that I dot every "I," cross every "T.
" It's just that when I see even the smallest detail missing, it's like a black hole, sucking me in.
I guess that, where everyone else sees the world as it is, I see the world as it isn't.
I see what's not there.
Well, you're wasting your talents behind a desk.
You need to be in the field.
With a gun and a badge.
[READE.]
"Welcome to the Big Leagues, Briana.
" Should I keep reading, or do you have something to tell us? Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
I thought I was just Winston Pear reached out to me to help him with the research.
I didn't realize How much trouble am I in? Why did you do it? I I didn't realize what I was doing.
When he first reached out, he was just asking about protocol, procedure.
When he started to ask about you guys, I thought it was off the record.
How did he even find you? I went to college with his stepdaughter.
I thought it was weird when he reached out to me of all people.
It just felt good to be useful, you know? He said that I was helping to catch a dangerous criminal! We catch criminals here every day.
No, you catch criminals here every day.
I get people to sign things.
[WELLER.]
How long had you two been talking? About a year.
The deeper he got into the book, - the more he'd call.
- [CELL PHONE CHIMES.]
Patterson's got something.
See if Briana here knows something that'll help us catch this guy.
Break in the case? In the book, the FBI was fixated on specific cuts found on the victims.
So we looked for cuts in the real world, and we found every victim has incisions made with a scalpel-like knife.
The cuts were surprisingly precise, slicing the dermis but not the subcutaneous tissue.
Suggesting that the killer has a medical background.
You don't need to go to medical school to be good with a scalpel.
No, but it helps.
And it gave us another vector in our hunt for Winston's suspect.
Vector one Long Island residents who work in law enforcement.
[RICH.]
It's a long list.
Vector two Have a medical background.
[RICH.]
Slightly shorter list.
Vector three Have worked or lived near the murder clusters.
- That's a very short list.
- How short? One name Gerald "Geri" Savitt.
He's a detective with the Suffolk County PD.
Former paramedic.
The best part, as a child, he had a history of abusing animals.
I don't know why I said that with a smile on my face.
It's a hallmark of burgeoning serial killers.
How positive are you that this is the guy Winston ID'd as the Ripper? I found a Post-It note with the words "Falcon Head" written on it.
Falcon Head happens to be the name of a ranch owned by Savitt's parents, where he grew up, so - 73%.
- 1,000%.
What are you gettin' mad at me for Have a little confidence.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATES.]
[WELLER.]
Did he ever talk to you about his theory? Who he thought did it? Not specifically.
But he did once refer to the killer as "GS.
" [JANE.]
He did? It was during the last call that I got from him.
It was It was a different kind of call.
He didn't ask about you guys.
He just wanted to talk.
He sounded frustrated and a little drunk.
He said that he was having doubts about his "GS" theory.
What kind of doubts? He had just gotten ahold of some kind of travel records.
He said that they gave "GS" too many alibis.
Winston was worried that he'd have to go back to square one or abandon the entire book.
Great.
So the book might not just be incomplete.
It could be worthless.
Rise and shine, sweetheart.
Look, I'm telling you, you got this all wrong.
[TASING, MEN GROANING.]
[STUN GUNS BUZZING.]
We need to hurry.
There are more CIA operatives on the way.
I'm a friend of Madeline's.
Let's go! I can feel the Ripper slipping away from us.
Every lead drying up.
He's gonna kill again soon, and what are we doing? Just chasing our tails.
I don't like what this case is doing to you.
Yeah, well You wanna catch a monster sometimes you gotta become a monster.
Well, before you do anything rash, you might want to take a look at this.
- Is that? - It is.
- Does that say? - It does.
Took two tests just to be sure.
We're going to be parents.
I "glove" you.
I "glove" you.
[RICH.]
"I glove you"? - There's typos in this.
- Why are you still reading that drivel? The killer is still out there, primed to strike again.
Nothing in that book is gonna stop him.
All right.
Wait a second.
What if they're not typos? What if it was a mechanical failure? Holy crap.
- I'm not following - No time to explain! - Oh, hey.
- Rich.
Oh, yeah, you know what? You got me and Patterson all wrong.
Also, I have friends.
Okay, you would know that if you came to my Cinco de Mayo party last September.
Also, I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my Cinco de Mayo party last September.
- Briana.
- Hi.
Now, she's been talking to Winston a lot.
Yes.
So I gathered.
So we thought maybe looking at some evidence might help her remember some useful information from their conversations.
How do we know if Winston's research is even useful anymore? These are copies of the travel records he got ahold of last week.
They show that Gerald Savitt traveled - [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
- for criminology lectures around the country and wasn't even in the state for most of the murders.
So he was right to abandon that theory.
So you're saying that the Ripper killed Winston for nothing? Just because of a tweet that said he knew who did it? [WELLER.]
I don't buy it.
Something in Winston's investigation - spooked the Ripper.
- [RINGING CONTINUES.]
Someone he talked to.
Someplace he went.
[RICH.]
Behold! I give you Winston's primary typewriter.
It's in nearly every photo taken of him.
Now, when they found it, there was no paper in it and the ribbon was clean, so kind of a dead end, right? Not really a lead.
- Check this out.
- [TYPING.]
- Huh.
- [HITTING KEYS.]
Huh? The "L" and the "G" typebars are stuck together.
So Winston switched typewriters.
Each ribbon makes an imprint for every keystroke.
So, if we can just get our hands on the right typewriter, we could figure out what Winston was typing on his last days.
Including whatever didn't make it in the final manuscript.
You know, some pages could have been discarded.
Maybe the killer took some out.
Now, based on the slight typeface differences in the final chapter, it's clear that Winston switched to an IBM Selectric.
I already called Nassau PD, they said a Selectric was found at the scene of the crime.
I told them not to touch it, that I'd be right up there to get it.
As long as you guys are cool with me driving up there.
Fine, but you can't go alone.
- Do I get to pick my away team? - I'll I'll go with him.
- You sure? - Yeah.
I could use some fresh air and sunlight right about now.
[RICH.]
All right! Keys? Be careful.
Shotgun.
Driving.
Okay.
Just Aren't you curious on who just saved your life? You're Dominic Masters, security consultant, and Madeline's first hire after she took over HCI Global.
You've spent the better part of two decades working for oil companies, setting up their operations in hostile regions around the world.
But I got the picture you weren't the kind of guy who liked getting his hands dirty.
My hands look dirty to you? So how long were you tailing me? Madeline just sent me here today.
Really? Just today, huh? You just so happened to be there when I got nabbed by the CIA? Yeah.
Actually it was the cartel she was worried about.
You're lucky I was there.
Now let's get you safely back to the States.
No.
No! I need to get back for that meeting with Del Toro.
Not gonna happen.
You missed your meet with Del Toro, and guys like that don't wait around.
For what Madeline's offering his boss, he might.
And if there's any chance he's still there, I have to take it.
We both know what'll happen if I show up to Madeline empty-handed.
Yeah, I do.
Which is why I need to bring you back.
[STUN GUN POWERING UP.]
I'm going back with or without you.
So you can show up with nothing, or you can show up with me and Del Toro.
Fine.
One stop before the airport.
[WELLER.]
What is Falcon Head? Savitt's childhood home.
It was a major clue that Winston was zeroing in on Savitt as his prime suspect.
But we already ruled him out, so unless he's got an evil twin Can you pull up the persons-of-interest list - on all 35 murders? - Yeah.
One super long persons of interest list.
Hmm, more like men of interest list.
There's no women on it.
Well, statistically, 85% of serial killers are Oh, my God.
- Briana, you're a genius.
- I am? What if Winston was so blinded by the stats, not to mention his own unconscious bias, - that he missed a suspect? - [PAPERS SHUFFLING.]
Someone who shared geography with Gerald, who crossed paths with the same people he crossed paths with.
Someone who spent a lot of time at Falcon Head.
I thought you were just kidding about the whole evil twin thing.
I was.
But Gerald has a stepsister.
Iris Bricklemyer.
[WELLER.]
As a kid, she lived with Gerald for half the year.
They were roommates for a chunk of their adulthood.
She's a cop, too.
Auxiliary officer, SFPD.
[READE.]
Please tell me her day job was in medicine.
Uh, no, but she did do this.
[WELLER.]
That's cute.
[READE.]
Yeah, in a horrifying kinda way.
Yeah, and it's much harder than it looks.
Making these dioramas requires a hobby knife and surgical precision.
Hobby knife's a lot like a scalpel.
[PATTERSON.]
Exactly.
No wonder these crimes look staged.
The victims were posed.
She was making art.
Life-sized versions of her dioramas.
[WELLER.]
We can't afford to be wrong again.
Can you check to see if she ever traveled with her brother? [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
Jane.
You okay? I I don't know.
My vision's getting all Your vision's all what? [DISTORTED SOUND.]
- Rich I can't see.
- What? Should we go to the hospital? We should go to the hospital, right? No, no, no.
We're already here.
- Just get the typewriter ribbon first.
- Really? Yeah, you want to come all the way back out to Long Island? Okay, you make a valid point.
I'll be quick.
Oh [PANTING.]
Iris never traveled with her brother, which means his alibis are not hers.
And look at this.
All those times the police were called to Gerald's house as a kid for animal abuse.
They match the custody schedule his parents had for Iris.
Gerald was covering for his stepsister.
Send that photo to Jane and Rich of our new prime suspect.
Yep, sending it now.
- [BEEPING.]
- Whoa, wait a second.
Jane's vitals just spiked.
- What do you mean, "spiked"? - She's in distress.
[PHONE VIBRATING AND BEEPING.]
[WELLER.]
Jane, you okay? No, she's not.
She's blind.
And that woman you just sent us a picture of? I'm pretty sure she just took her.
[DISTORTED SOUNDS.]
[IRIS.]
Winston thought my brother was the killer? Geri? So Winston had no clue who I am, which means once you're dead, no one will.
You kill me, the entire FBI will be looking for you.
Let them try! What I've got planned, it'll be worth it.
[JANE.]
Why? What did all those victims do to you? They're not victims.
They're subjects.
They should feel honored that I chose to immortalize them.
Honored? You murdered them.
We all die, Jane.
Only a lucky few of us get to do it with purpose and intent like you.
Doesn't Jane's health monitor use a cell chip - to send you data? - Yes.
But to triangulate her position, the phone needs to ping three cell towers.
Right now it's pinging only one in a very rural area.
The search area is at least 100 square miles.
The signal's glitching pretty bad.
[RICH.]
Oh, I never should have left her.
I should've stayed in the car.
I should've taken her to the hospital.
This is all my fault.
[WELLER.]
What if it's not glitching? What is she's sending us a message? [BEEPING.]
[BEEPING.]
Thank God for Morse code.
[BEEPING CONTINUES.]
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[TIRES SKID.]
No! Stay here.
It's bad enough that I'm getting here late.
I show up with a face Del Toro isn't expecting, I'll lose him for sure.
You remember what happened last time you showed up here alone? I don't have a choice.
[PHONE RINGING.]
[RINGING STOPS.]
Del Toro.
[DISTORTED VOICE.]
You're late.
- Yeah, I, uh - I don't care.
The only reason I still have my freedom is because I know when not to walk into a room.
And my gut tells me to stay the hell away from you and your friend in the car.
Hey, come on a a deal's a deal.
I help up my end, now it's your turn.
The deal was for a set meet at a set time and you missed it.
Tell your boss you can find a new hacker.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
So what happened? - Was he there? - No.
But this was.
He's in.
Gonna meet us in New York.
Guess I'm your lucky rabbit's foot.
You get to fly back alive and give Madeline the good news.
For a second there, I thought you were really screwed.
[ENGINE STARTING.]
[STAIRS SQUEAKING.]
It's a shame Winston called 9-1-1.
I didn't get a chance to complete my work on him.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
What a stupid, wrong-headed name to give me.
"The Ripper.
" Animals rip.
I create.
When you die Jane Doe.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
What story do you want your body to tell? I don't know.
Maybe something like this! [GRUNTING.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BEEPING.]
[RICH.]
"West.
Route 27.
Five miles.
Turn north.
" That must be all she could have figured out about her location as her vision was failing.
[STAMMERING.]
So how much does that narrow - the search area? - Not enough.
Briana, let's get every agent we can out there, all hands on deck.
Iris has to own some property out there.
Like a cabin, lodge, something.
Wait, her aunt and uncle own a vineyard out there.
It's closed for the season.
Let's move.
[STONE CLATTERS.]
[SAW BANGING.]
[IRIS CHUCKLING.]
If you want to play games, why don't you come a little closer? You really think you can stop me with that little thing? Watch me.
[GLASS SHATTERS, JANE AND IRIS GRUNTING.]
[IRIS SHOUTING, BOTH GRUNTING.]
Unh! [HELICOPTER OVERHEAD.]
Kurt [MONITORS BEEPING SOFTLY.]
Hey.
You still can't see anything? No.
Just darkness.
It's happening, isn't it? What Patterson warned us about after Tokyo.
My body's starting to forget how to function.
No.
[STAMMERING.]
We don't know that that's what it is.
Rich and Patterson, they're off talking to the doctors and we're gonna work this out.
Can I get you anything? No.
No, just keep talking to me.
- Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
How about [GRUNTING.]
How about I read you something from this really great book.
- "Inked to Death: A Jane Doe Mystery.
" - No.
- [BOTH LAUGHING.]
- No.
- Okay.
- [BOTH CHUCKLING.]
That guy was wrong about everything.
Not everything.
He knew that - you were gonna take down the Ripper.
- Mm.
And, I guess he knew how much we "glove" each other.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
- I do "glove" you.
- Mm.
I do.
I can't see how worried you are but I can feel it.
Can you feel that? That's all you need to worry about.
[SIGHS.]
We've been through worse.
And we will get through this.
I promise.
[READE.]
Your communications with Winston were irresponsible, they were misguided, - and a complete breach of trust.
- I understand.
I wasn't finished, Briana.
They also were not illegal.
No actual classified information was shared, so Wait.
So, I'm not fired? No, you're suspended.
But the real punishment begins when you get back and you have to earn the trust of your colleagues again, - which won't be easy.
- Thank you.
I won't let you down again.
Yeah, well, everyone deserves a second chance.
- Get out of here.
- Thank you.
[WATCH BEEPS.]
W-Wait, Briana.
Question, um You spoke to Winston for a year, gave him details about the entire team, but Zapata didn't show up in the book at all.
How come you didn't tell him about her? I did.
Winston said that, as a character, Zapata was too combustible, too self-destructive.
He wanted to give the cops in his story a happy ending, but for Zapata he just couldn't find one.
For her, or anyone close to her.
Thank you.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
- I-Is she? - No.
She had a grand mal seizure, but she's in recovery.
She's stable now.
Things were a little scary for a minute, but she's okay.
What is it, Patterson? Grand mal seizures were listed in Dr.
Roga's files.
Combined with Jane's hearing and vision loss, all signs point to the ZIP having reached her parietal lobe.
Which means she doesn't have much time left.
How much? Weeks? Months? No.
As in, days.
Maybe less.
There's someone trying to break into my house.
I think it's - I think they're after my - [GLASS BREAKING.]
- They're in the house.
- Who is in the house, sir? No! Hello, can you please send Hello! I've gotta get out of here.
You?! - Late night? - [SIGHS.]
Just catching up on all this undercover work Zapata had with Keaton.
Still can't believe she's back.
I still can't believe that she kept us in the dark about their op.
On paper, I almost get it.
They felt like they couldn't take any chances.
Yeah, but in reality I feel completely betrayed and backed into a corner.
Now I got no choice but to send Zapata back out on a mission I never even authorized, all while keeping the CIA off her back.
Yeah, but, just remember.
She wasn't calling the shots.
Keaton was.
And with him still in a coma, this is all on you now.
This must be how Phil Jackson felt when he was brought in to turn the Knicks around.
He got fired, didn't he? Don't remind me.
[LAUGHING.]
Sorry.
How's Jane doing? She's good.
She's really good considering everything she's going through.
The doctors, they keep telling me I gotta give her breathing room so she can figure out what her "new normal" is.
I would love me some "normal" right about now.
Same.
Zapata's supposed to be meeting with Del Toro right this second.
- Natasha - [SHRIEKS.]
The CIA would like a word.
You don't seem too worried that she's meeting up with a dangerous cartel hacker.
[CAR TIRES SCREECHING.]
[BANGING.]
[TIRES SKID.]
If I've learned one thing, it's that Zapata has no problem taking care of herself.
Hey, listen, you don't understand.
Unh! [PATTERSON.]
The ZIP you were injected with has never fully left your system.
It's killing you.
[SHEPHERD.]
If this Kallisto person is still out there he might have a way to reverse the effects of ZIP.
It's too late.
Whoa - Was it something he said? - [SIGHS.]
Kind of.
It's weird.
When I first came out of that bag and discovered all the things I could do, the fighting styles, the languages - The helicopter flying? - Hm.
It was all muscle memory, instinct.
But now? Every hit brings a rush of memories of every hit before it, every workout, every lesson, it's, uh Overwhelming? A little, yeah.
But I'd take Remi's training memories over almost everything else she did.
Well, speaking of your health situation.
Please tell me that contains the stem cells - that are gonna save my life.
- Not quite.
- But this is - A bracelet.
I was going to say this is a "custom-designed ultra-smart health monitor.
" But, sure, "bracelet" works, too.
- Okay.
- Dr.
Roga identified a dozen key indicators associated with the progression of ZIP poisoning.
This tracks all of them.
Everything from heart rhythms to oxygen saturation.
It even analyzes the content of your sweat.
So, uh, it monitors how close I'm moving towards death.
That's a little dark.
Don't think of it like that.
Think of it like it's your own personal Patterson with you at all times.
And that green light is basically me waving at you, saying, "Hi, hello, everything's fine.
" - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Okay, now you have to teach me that combo move.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- All right.
- Thank you.
Edgar! Hey Ooh! Jeez, I did not see you there.
- Sorry, Rich.
- You're saying "sorry" and yet I feel like you're kind of blaming me - for what just happened - Briana, thanks.
Where's the fire, Rich? Long Island And it's not a fire.
It's a homicide.
An author of some repute has wound up dead and we need to get to the crime scene, ASAP.
I don't understand.
Is that a tattoo connection? Uh, you could say that.
[RICH.]
I believe this was Jane's coming out party.
Times Square bomb scare? Boy, try saying that five times fast.
Times Square bomb scare, Times Square bomb scare.
Times Square bomb scare, Times Square bomb scare.
So, this is your "tattoo connection"? Several of these articles are about corrupt officials that were taken down as a result of tattoo cases.
Methinks Jane has a secret admirer.
Or not.
None of them actually mention her.
Most of these articles have nothing to do with the tattoos.
They're not even FBI cases, Rich.
So he was propped up Pen put in his hand, post-mortem.
Killer trying to send a message? Well, maybe they didn't like his last novel.
- Yeah.
- [READE.]
Tell me about the victim.
Uh, Winston Pear.
Became a bestselling author when he latched onto the whole true crime fad.
I wouldn't say that "he latched onto it.
" More like he started it.
Kurt has all of his books.
Read two on our honeymoon.
But I read 'em on the plane, okay, just to be clear.
Uh, "Winston Pear is internationally renowned" "for his genre-bending novels where fictional detectives" "solve real crimes.
" Oh, come on, that is totally cheating.
He's also "renowned" for his inability to write women.
They're either victims or sex objects or usually both.
His writing is a little "dated.
" But his books have led to actual arrests.
The Hell's Kitchen diamond thieves.
The Coney Island kidnappers They get it, you're a super fan.
- I'm not a super fan.
- Whatever you say.
The blood spatter indicates he was killed right there.
And with that.
Then the killer went through the house and trashed everything looking for something.
Or trying to make it look like they were looking for something to hide the fact that it was actually a crime of passion? Ooh! Or a suicide.
Huh? See now we're writing a mystery novel.
There's no computer.
Maybe the killer took it? No, he was really old school.
He only ever used typewriters.
- Ugh, pretentious.
- No, I mean, he thought that it helped him connect to the words more, like Yeah, all right, I might be a super fan.
[RICH.]
Okay, uh, speaking of being connected to the words more.
Here is something that might help us.
A voice from beyond the grave.
9-1-1, what's your emergency? [WINSTON.]
There's someone trying to break into my house.
I think it's - I think they're after my - [GLASS BREAKING.]
- They're in the house.
- Who is in the house, sir? Sir? Are you still there? - Oh, I thought this would be longer.
- Wait, play it again.
9-1-1, what's your emergency? - There's someone trying to break - Stop.
At the beginning.
That "tick" sound.
It almost sounds like a um [CLOCK TICKING.]
- Huh.
- [LOUD TICKING.]
Winston was right here when he first made the call.
9-1-1, what's your emergency There's someone trying to break into my house.
But the other sound on that recording could be that latch.
[WINSTON.]
There's someone trying to break into my house.
[LOUD TICKING.]
A manuscript? The plot thickens.
"Inked to Death": "A Jane Doe Mystery.
" [PATTERSON.]
It's about Jane? No, it's about all of us.
[CLOCK TICKING.]
If he was killed because of what he was writing And the book is about us Then we just found ourselves smack dab in the middle of an old-fashioned murder mystery.
Looks like we're dealing with a serial killer.
And not just any run-of-the-mill Ted Bundy-type This is the work of The New York Ripper.
Making this his 35th victim.
And making him the deadliest serial killer in this state's history.
[LONG WHISTLE.]
Life goals.
I'm sensing something.
There's a pattern to these murders.
Jane's right.
Sorry I'm late.
The Nikkei opened down 5% today and my investors are freaking out.
Such is the life when you're an FBI super agent and the CEO of a major tech company.
Hmm.
If you connect the dots to his kill sites, they match the shaded area to Jane's centaur tattoo.
[JANE'S VOICE.]
Nice work, Peterson.
Nice work.
[READE.]
Kurt Walker, Edgar Reece.
Rich DotBiz.
And he even got Special Agent Peterson's first name right.
These "fictional detectives" are us.
Except that I don't have a centaur tattoo.
We've never worked a case with a "New York Ripper.
" I've never even heard of that serial killer.
Also "Life goals"? I mean, isn't death goals the obvious joke? [PATTERSON.]
Who does science in 6-inch heels? Why does he spend all this time describing women's shoes? Why not spend a paragraph on Rich's loafers? But he kind of did get our essence.
[SCOFFS.]
Whatever, Mr.
"Billowing biceps, threatening" "to rip through his shirt.
" [READE.]
Winston Pear invents a serial killer and a tattoo to go with it just to put us in a story? How does he even know us? Invented a tattoo? Yes.
A serial killer, maybe not.
The reason we've never heard of "The New York Ripper" is because it's a name coined by Winston.
He has a theory that three dozen real murders in Long Island have been committed by the same person.
Check out this tweet from Winston's publisher: "Next summer, Winston Pear is going to unearth" "New York's deadliest mystery.
" Sounds like he was ready to name a person that matches his theory.
Yeah, a name the real killer doesn't want getting out.
Then why don't we just skip to the end? "As the team races the clock" "to stop this anonymous killing machine" "from taking another life" Oh.
It just stops.
It's not complete.
"Anonymous killing machine" doesn't real help.
Yeah, it looks like we need to figure out how Winston was planning on ending his book.
That's not gonna be easy.
His whole life was analog.
No computer, no cell phone.
His car has an 8-track.
Let's just hope Winston didn't take the killer's identity to the grave with him.
Rich, coordinate with local police and get as much evidence as you can back to our office.
I want a list of every suspect they've got for all 35 - of those murders.
- Okay.
Looks like word got out who died here.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
Hey You see that guy on my six? Could just be a lookie-loo.
It could also be the killer looking for the manuscript.
Sir? FBI.
Stop! Got a runner! [WELLER ON RADIO.]
Jane, do you have eyes on him?! [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
[MUTED.]
I need you to intercept him! Jane! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
- [MUTED SOUND.]
- [WELLER.]
FBI! - But I didn't do anything.
- That's why you ran? That's it.
Come on.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's just a little denim burn from when I side-tackled that guy.
I'm talking about before the tackle.
- C'mere.
- Hmm? Patterson said that your vitals spiked.
So, what was that? Like, a migraine? Not exactly.
More like a ear-piercing drone followed by silence, but it only lasted a couple seconds.
A couple of seconds? Jane I still got the guy, didn't I? Patterson said she's okay with me being out in the field as long as I got this on.
But if you think I should dial back on my activity No, I don't want you to do anything for me.
All right, you gotta do it for yourself.
- Trust your gut.
- [CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Suspect is ready for us in the interrogation room.
Get this.
He's an agent.
CIA? NSA? Nope, try again.
I'm telling you, I'm just his literary agent.
When I heard about Winston, I went right down there.
To steal evidence? No, to make sure someone was looking after my client's best interests.
Your dead client.
[SIGHS.]
Now, that book, that'd be worth millions, wouldn't it? Probably more now.
Wait.
You think I killed him? No, no, no.
Okay, you're right.
I did want to get my hands on the manuscript.
It is worth a lot, but only if it's delivered to the publisher.
I was just gonna borrow it, make a copy and then put it back.
That's not still an option, is it? No.
But if you tell us everything you know about the book, maybe we'll keep you out of jail.
Winston had been trying to write about the Ripper for years, but he could never find a way into the story.
Until Times Square got evacuated because of a bomb scare a couple years ago, you remember that? It sounds vaguely familiar.
Winston thought it was weird that there was never any follow-up about it, so he pinged his NYPD contacts, got in touch with the beat cops and bomb squad guys that were there.
And that's when he found out about this naked lady who came out of a bag, covered in tattoos from h Holy You're her, aren't you? Focus, Ronnie.
That was it.
He couldn't get that image out of his head.
He had to write about it.
Where does the Ripper come in? The perfect mystery needs the perfect crime-solving team, right? For Winston, she you were the ideal foil for the Ripper.
You're not represented, are you? I'm thinking about getting into How does the book end? I can't tell you.
I'm pretty sure that Winston's not gonna fire you.
Well, I can't tell you because I don't know.
He only trusted a few select people with the details of his works-in-progress.
- Like? - Like Frankie, his editor.
I don't know any other names specifically.
They may be in his notebook.
What notebook? Winston kept all his notes and research in a red Moleskine.
His theories.
Who he talked to about the case.
It was like an extension of his brain.
Never saw him without it.
I've been looking through all the murders Winston attributed to the Ripper.
No consistent M.
O.
Some of them look ritualistic, others look completely random.
The cops have over a hundred suspects for them in total.
Why did Winston think these were all done by the same person? Only one way to find out.
You want me to do a book report? It's the best lead we got going.
Make copies for everyone.
Hey, have you heard from Zapata? Not yet.
[RICH.]
So this is very, very bad.
[WELLER.]
Oh, yeah? What's bad? We've hit a dead end.
Literally.
The Agents that went to pick up Winston's book editor found her a little less than alive.
And unlike Winston, whose murder was interrupted by a 911 call, looks like the Ripper really took his time with this one.
[JANE.]
Her lips are sewn shut.
It's not too hard to figure out what that means.
He's silencing anyone connected to the manuscript.
What about Winston's notebook? Talked to local PD.
Not only was it not taken into evidence, but CSU didn't even list one in their crime scene inventory.
So, either they haven't found one yet, or - Someone took it.
- If the Ripper has Winston's notebook, that means he's got a road map to everyone he needs to kill next.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS.]
Placement of the murder weapon, the wealth of physical evidence These crime scenes, they're almost too perfect.
[GASPS.]
I can't.
We can't.
We can.
Not here, not again.
I just keep thinking about your wife.
Oh, to hell with my disinterested wife! Shh! Maybe this will help set the mood.
[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS.]
"The forbidden lovers share a toast before embracing".
"Their bodies intertwining like two snakes in a pit of" - Oh, my God.
- Okay.
Well, you get the picture.
Yeah, I would like to send it back.
Also, it says I have a wife.
Okay, first of all, if I was married, which I never would be, I would have multiple wives and a husband.
And what does it even mean for a crime scene to be "too perfect"? Speaking of not having any grounding in reality, listen to this.
"Rich DotBiz, willing to put his criminal past behind him" "and work with the Feds" "not out of a desire for redemption", "but out of a desire for friendship".
"True friendship".
"Something that's always been lacking" "in the life of this spastic emissary of chaos.
" Where does he come up with this crap?! Yeah, where does he? Okay, talking to his usual law enforcement contacts, I can see how Winston figured out much of the stuff in this book.
But the fact that you don't have any friends? Hey, okay, I have friends, all right? They're just in Canada.
And how the hell does Winston Pear know where I keep my celebratory reserve? Hmm, I see what you're saying.
Let's get drunk.
- No.
- No, we have a rat.
Is the book that bad? No.
Well, yes.
[CHUCKLES.]
That's not what's bothering me.
All this reading in this fluorescent light is just killing my eyes.
You okay? Do you wanna keep going? Yeah, yeah.
Check out the size of these forensics reports.
It's pretty extensive.
When's the last time you saw a forensics report that complete? Uh, never.
It's as though every piece of evidence CSU would expect to find was left right where they would expect to find it.
The Ripper has to be a cop.
Someone in the office was talking to Winston.
What? The devil is literally in the details.
What's in the drawers.
Who's keeping secrets.
Jane's migraines Wait, he wrote about my ZIP poisoning? No, I think he thinks you're pregnant.
Or psychic.
Or pregnant and your baby's gonna be psychic? The only way Winston could know this stuff is from someone who is in very close proximity to us.
Yeah.
But who? Uh, class, if you would, please, turn to page 77 in your textbooks.
I can't believe this.
- Did I step out of bounds? - Step out of bounds? I think you just broke this whole case wide open.
- We need to talk to you.
- [READE.]
It can wait.
[WELLER.]
Rich has got something.
No, Briana's got something.
It's incredible.
You came up with this on your own? No, you guys had most of the pieces, I just filled in the blanks.
People say I'm a perfectionist, that I dot every "I," cross every "T.
" It's just that when I see even the smallest detail missing, it's like a black hole, sucking me in.
I guess that, where everyone else sees the world as it is, I see the world as it isn't.
I see what's not there.
Well, you're wasting your talents behind a desk.
You need to be in the field.
With a gun and a badge.
[READE.]
"Welcome to the Big Leagues, Briana.
" Should I keep reading, or do you have something to tell us? Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
I thought I was just Winston Pear reached out to me to help him with the research.
I didn't realize How much trouble am I in? Why did you do it? I I didn't realize what I was doing.
When he first reached out, he was just asking about protocol, procedure.
When he started to ask about you guys, I thought it was off the record.
How did he even find you? I went to college with his stepdaughter.
I thought it was weird when he reached out to me of all people.
It just felt good to be useful, you know? He said that I was helping to catch a dangerous criminal! We catch criminals here every day.
No, you catch criminals here every day.
I get people to sign things.
[WELLER.]
How long had you two been talking? About a year.
The deeper he got into the book, - the more he'd call.
- [CELL PHONE CHIMES.]
Patterson's got something.
See if Briana here knows something that'll help us catch this guy.
Break in the case? In the book, the FBI was fixated on specific cuts found on the victims.
So we looked for cuts in the real world, and we found every victim has incisions made with a scalpel-like knife.
The cuts were surprisingly precise, slicing the dermis but not the subcutaneous tissue.
Suggesting that the killer has a medical background.
You don't need to go to medical school to be good with a scalpel.
No, but it helps.
And it gave us another vector in our hunt for Winston's suspect.
Vector one Long Island residents who work in law enforcement.
[RICH.]
It's a long list.
Vector two Have a medical background.
[RICH.]
Slightly shorter list.
Vector three Have worked or lived near the murder clusters.
- That's a very short list.
- How short? One name Gerald "Geri" Savitt.
He's a detective with the Suffolk County PD.
Former paramedic.
The best part, as a child, he had a history of abusing animals.
I don't know why I said that with a smile on my face.
It's a hallmark of burgeoning serial killers.
How positive are you that this is the guy Winston ID'd as the Ripper? I found a Post-It note with the words "Falcon Head" written on it.
Falcon Head happens to be the name of a ranch owned by Savitt's parents, where he grew up, so - 73%.
- 1,000%.
What are you gettin' mad at me for Have a little confidence.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATES.]
[WELLER.]
Did he ever talk to you about his theory? Who he thought did it? Not specifically.
But he did once refer to the killer as "GS.
" [JANE.]
He did? It was during the last call that I got from him.
It was It was a different kind of call.
He didn't ask about you guys.
He just wanted to talk.
He sounded frustrated and a little drunk.
He said that he was having doubts about his "GS" theory.
What kind of doubts? He had just gotten ahold of some kind of travel records.
He said that they gave "GS" too many alibis.
Winston was worried that he'd have to go back to square one or abandon the entire book.
Great.
So the book might not just be incomplete.
It could be worthless.
Rise and shine, sweetheart.
Look, I'm telling you, you got this all wrong.
[TASING, MEN GROANING.]
[STUN GUNS BUZZING.]
We need to hurry.
There are more CIA operatives on the way.
I'm a friend of Madeline's.
Let's go! I can feel the Ripper slipping away from us.
Every lead drying up.
He's gonna kill again soon, and what are we doing? Just chasing our tails.
I don't like what this case is doing to you.
Yeah, well You wanna catch a monster sometimes you gotta become a monster.
Well, before you do anything rash, you might want to take a look at this.
- Is that? - It is.
- Does that say? - It does.
Took two tests just to be sure.
We're going to be parents.
I "glove" you.
I "glove" you.
[RICH.]
"I glove you"? - There's typos in this.
- Why are you still reading that drivel? The killer is still out there, primed to strike again.
Nothing in that book is gonna stop him.
All right.
Wait a second.
What if they're not typos? What if it was a mechanical failure? Holy crap.
- I'm not following - No time to explain! - Oh, hey.
- Rich.
Oh, yeah, you know what? You got me and Patterson all wrong.
Also, I have friends.
Okay, you would know that if you came to my Cinco de Mayo party last September.
Also, I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my Cinco de Mayo party last September.
- Briana.
- Hi.
Now, she's been talking to Winston a lot.
Yes.
So I gathered.
So we thought maybe looking at some evidence might help her remember some useful information from their conversations.
How do we know if Winston's research is even useful anymore? These are copies of the travel records he got ahold of last week.
They show that Gerald Savitt traveled - [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
- for criminology lectures around the country and wasn't even in the state for most of the murders.
So he was right to abandon that theory.
So you're saying that the Ripper killed Winston for nothing? Just because of a tweet that said he knew who did it? [WELLER.]
I don't buy it.
Something in Winston's investigation - spooked the Ripper.
- [RINGING CONTINUES.]
Someone he talked to.
Someplace he went.
[RICH.]
Behold! I give you Winston's primary typewriter.
It's in nearly every photo taken of him.
Now, when they found it, there was no paper in it and the ribbon was clean, so kind of a dead end, right? Not really a lead.
- Check this out.
- [TYPING.]
- Huh.
- [HITTING KEYS.]
Huh? The "L" and the "G" typebars are stuck together.
So Winston switched typewriters.
Each ribbon makes an imprint for every keystroke.
So, if we can just get our hands on the right typewriter, we could figure out what Winston was typing on his last days.
Including whatever didn't make it in the final manuscript.
You know, some pages could have been discarded.
Maybe the killer took some out.
Now, based on the slight typeface differences in the final chapter, it's clear that Winston switched to an IBM Selectric.
I already called Nassau PD, they said a Selectric was found at the scene of the crime.
I told them not to touch it, that I'd be right up there to get it.
As long as you guys are cool with me driving up there.
Fine, but you can't go alone.
- Do I get to pick my away team? - I'll I'll go with him.
- You sure? - Yeah.
I could use some fresh air and sunlight right about now.
[RICH.]
All right! Keys? Be careful.
Shotgun.
Driving.
Okay.
Just Aren't you curious on who just saved your life? You're Dominic Masters, security consultant, and Madeline's first hire after she took over HCI Global.
You've spent the better part of two decades working for oil companies, setting up their operations in hostile regions around the world.
But I got the picture you weren't the kind of guy who liked getting his hands dirty.
My hands look dirty to you? So how long were you tailing me? Madeline just sent me here today.
Really? Just today, huh? You just so happened to be there when I got nabbed by the CIA? Yeah.
Actually it was the cartel she was worried about.
You're lucky I was there.
Now let's get you safely back to the States.
No.
No! I need to get back for that meeting with Del Toro.
Not gonna happen.
You missed your meet with Del Toro, and guys like that don't wait around.
For what Madeline's offering his boss, he might.
And if there's any chance he's still there, I have to take it.
We both know what'll happen if I show up to Madeline empty-handed.
Yeah, I do.
Which is why I need to bring you back.
[STUN GUN POWERING UP.]
I'm going back with or without you.
So you can show up with nothing, or you can show up with me and Del Toro.
Fine.
One stop before the airport.
[WELLER.]
What is Falcon Head? Savitt's childhood home.
It was a major clue that Winston was zeroing in on Savitt as his prime suspect.
But we already ruled him out, so unless he's got an evil twin Can you pull up the persons-of-interest list - on all 35 murders? - Yeah.
One super long persons of interest list.
Hmm, more like men of interest list.
There's no women on it.
Well, statistically, 85% of serial killers are Oh, my God.
- Briana, you're a genius.
- I am? What if Winston was so blinded by the stats, not to mention his own unconscious bias, - that he missed a suspect? - [PAPERS SHUFFLING.]
Someone who shared geography with Gerald, who crossed paths with the same people he crossed paths with.
Someone who spent a lot of time at Falcon Head.
I thought you were just kidding about the whole evil twin thing.
I was.
But Gerald has a stepsister.
Iris Bricklemyer.
[WELLER.]
As a kid, she lived with Gerald for half the year.
They were roommates for a chunk of their adulthood.
She's a cop, too.
Auxiliary officer, SFPD.
[READE.]
Please tell me her day job was in medicine.
Uh, no, but she did do this.
[WELLER.]
That's cute.
[READE.]
Yeah, in a horrifying kinda way.
Yeah, and it's much harder than it looks.
Making these dioramas requires a hobby knife and surgical precision.
Hobby knife's a lot like a scalpel.
[PATTERSON.]
Exactly.
No wonder these crimes look staged.
The victims were posed.
She was making art.
Life-sized versions of her dioramas.
[WELLER.]
We can't afford to be wrong again.
Can you check to see if she ever traveled with her brother? [HIGH-PITCHED RINGING.]
Jane.
You okay? I I don't know.
My vision's getting all Your vision's all what? [DISTORTED SOUND.]
- Rich I can't see.
- What? Should we go to the hospital? We should go to the hospital, right? No, no, no.
We're already here.
- Just get the typewriter ribbon first.
- Really? Yeah, you want to come all the way back out to Long Island? Okay, you make a valid point.
I'll be quick.
Oh [PANTING.]
Iris never traveled with her brother, which means his alibis are not hers.
And look at this.
All those times the police were called to Gerald's house as a kid for animal abuse.
They match the custody schedule his parents had for Iris.
Gerald was covering for his stepsister.
Send that photo to Jane and Rich of our new prime suspect.
Yep, sending it now.
- [BEEPING.]
- Whoa, wait a second.
Jane's vitals just spiked.
- What do you mean, "spiked"? - She's in distress.
[PHONE VIBRATING AND BEEPING.]
[WELLER.]
Jane, you okay? No, she's not.
She's blind.
And that woman you just sent us a picture of? I'm pretty sure she just took her.
[DISTORTED SOUNDS.]
[IRIS.]
Winston thought my brother was the killer? Geri? So Winston had no clue who I am, which means once you're dead, no one will.
You kill me, the entire FBI will be looking for you.
Let them try! What I've got planned, it'll be worth it.
[JANE.]
Why? What did all those victims do to you? They're not victims.
They're subjects.
They should feel honored that I chose to immortalize them.
Honored? You murdered them.
We all die, Jane.
Only a lucky few of us get to do it with purpose and intent like you.
Doesn't Jane's health monitor use a cell chip - to send you data? - Yes.
But to triangulate her position, the phone needs to ping three cell towers.
Right now it's pinging only one in a very rural area.
The search area is at least 100 square miles.
The signal's glitching pretty bad.
[RICH.]
Oh, I never should have left her.
I should've stayed in the car.
I should've taken her to the hospital.
This is all my fault.
[WELLER.]
What if it's not glitching? What is she's sending us a message? [BEEPING.]
[BEEPING.]
Thank God for Morse code.
[BEEPING CONTINUES.]
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
[TIRES SKID.]
No! Stay here.
It's bad enough that I'm getting here late.
I show up with a face Del Toro isn't expecting, I'll lose him for sure.
You remember what happened last time you showed up here alone? I don't have a choice.
[PHONE RINGING.]
[RINGING STOPS.]
Del Toro.
[DISTORTED VOICE.]
You're late.
- Yeah, I, uh - I don't care.
The only reason I still have my freedom is because I know when not to walk into a room.
And my gut tells me to stay the hell away from you and your friend in the car.
Hey, come on a a deal's a deal.
I help up my end, now it's your turn.
The deal was for a set meet at a set time and you missed it.
Tell your boss you can find a new hacker.
[LINE DISCONNECTS.]
So what happened? - Was he there? - No.
But this was.
He's in.
Gonna meet us in New York.
Guess I'm your lucky rabbit's foot.
You get to fly back alive and give Madeline the good news.
For a second there, I thought you were really screwed.
[ENGINE STARTING.]
[STAIRS SQUEAKING.]
It's a shame Winston called 9-1-1.
I didn't get a chance to complete my work on him.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
What a stupid, wrong-headed name to give me.
"The Ripper.
" Animals rip.
I create.
When you die Jane Doe.
[DISTORTED SOUND.]
What story do you want your body to tell? I don't know.
Maybe something like this! [GRUNTING.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BEEPING.]
[RICH.]
"West.
Route 27.
Five miles.
Turn north.
" That must be all she could have figured out about her location as her vision was failing.
[STAMMERING.]
So how much does that narrow - the search area? - Not enough.
Briana, let's get every agent we can out there, all hands on deck.
Iris has to own some property out there.
Like a cabin, lodge, something.
Wait, her aunt and uncle own a vineyard out there.
It's closed for the season.
Let's move.
[STONE CLATTERS.]
[SAW BANGING.]
[IRIS CHUCKLING.]
If you want to play games, why don't you come a little closer? You really think you can stop me with that little thing? Watch me.
[GLASS SHATTERS, JANE AND IRIS GRUNTING.]
[IRIS SHOUTING, BOTH GRUNTING.]
Unh! [HELICOPTER OVERHEAD.]
Kurt [MONITORS BEEPING SOFTLY.]
Hey.
You still can't see anything? No.
Just darkness.
It's happening, isn't it? What Patterson warned us about after Tokyo.
My body's starting to forget how to function.
No.
[STAMMERING.]
We don't know that that's what it is.
Rich and Patterson, they're off talking to the doctors and we're gonna work this out.
Can I get you anything? No.
No, just keep talking to me.
- Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
How about [GRUNTING.]
How about I read you something from this really great book.
- "Inked to Death: A Jane Doe Mystery.
" - No.
- [BOTH LAUGHING.]
- No.
- Okay.
- [BOTH CHUCKLING.]
That guy was wrong about everything.
Not everything.
He knew that - you were gonna take down the Ripper.
- Mm.
And, I guess he knew how much we "glove" each other.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
- I do "glove" you.
- Mm.
I do.
I can't see how worried you are but I can feel it.
Can you feel that? That's all you need to worry about.
[SIGHS.]
We've been through worse.
And we will get through this.
I promise.
[READE.]
Your communications with Winston were irresponsible, they were misguided, - and a complete breach of trust.
- I understand.
I wasn't finished, Briana.
They also were not illegal.
No actual classified information was shared, so Wait.
So, I'm not fired? No, you're suspended.
But the real punishment begins when you get back and you have to earn the trust of your colleagues again, - which won't be easy.
- Thank you.
I won't let you down again.
Yeah, well, everyone deserves a second chance.
- Get out of here.
- Thank you.
[WATCH BEEPS.]
W-Wait, Briana.
Question, um You spoke to Winston for a year, gave him details about the entire team, but Zapata didn't show up in the book at all.
How come you didn't tell him about her? I did.
Winston said that, as a character, Zapata was too combustible, too self-destructive.
He wanted to give the cops in his story a happy ending, but for Zapata he just couldn't find one.
For her, or anyone close to her.
Thank you.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
- I-Is she? - No.
She had a grand mal seizure, but she's in recovery.
She's stable now.
Things were a little scary for a minute, but she's okay.
What is it, Patterson? Grand mal seizures were listed in Dr.
Roga's files.
Combined with Jane's hearing and vision loss, all signs point to the ZIP having reached her parietal lobe.
Which means she doesn't have much time left.
How much? Weeks? Months? No.
As in, days.
Maybe less.