Here's the thing about apologies...
They don't come naturally to me.
Making friends?
Filthy creatures.
Oh, it's all part of the food chain, Bud.
Just be glad you're at the top,
right below me.
Her name is Niki Shumaker.
She's 18 years old.
Her student I.D. tells me she's a freshman at Hoyt University
and her credit card and cash tells me
this wasn't a robbery.
The bartender discovered the body
just after closing time, called it in.
Immediate cause of death appears to be exsanguination.
Killer slashed her throat.
We searched the dumpsters,
canvassed the area for a knife.
Nothing turned up.
I don't think we're looking for a knife.
The edges of the wound are too jagged.
The neck was somehow ripped open.
Skirt's torn and no underwear.
Possible sexual assault.
I'm afraid that's likely.
Bartender says our victim
made quite a splash here last night.
Apparently, she walked around the bar
kissing one random guy after another.
Well, maybe someone wanted more than just a kiss
and followed her out.
Which means there was a bar full of suspects here last night
who are now long gone.
We have their faces.
Yeah, but was the killer
in front of the camera or behind it?
Tox screen was negative.
But her blood alcohol was .1.
No apparent signs of sexual assault.
Huh.
In fact, no signs of sexual activity ever.
You know, I'm amazed...
Anybody gets out of college alive.
I mean, I know I had some times
that I am legally forbidden to speak of.
Did things get crazy in the game room?
Yeah.
Okay.
Someone has drawn circles on her abdomen...
and hips,
both sides.
A chunk of hair has been cut away,
and there is trace
on the remaining shafts... red.
What? Is it blood?
No. It's powder.
Could be transfer from the murder weapon.
Oh, and we've got a white paste
right below the hairline.
Yep.
You know, these markings,
they might be ritualistic,
like wiccan or satanic.
Or Greek.
I think your college student here was pledging a sorority.
What makes you say that?
Those blue circles are a hazing ritual
where the pledges have to strip naked
so the members can mark fat spots with a pen.
Oh. People wonder why we have eating disorders.
I'll call Bud and tell him to get over to Hoyt University.
You know what? I'll go with him.
He's gonna need a translator.
I was Zeta Theta Kappa.
Of course you were.
So, Jazmin, could you check these over?
We found them on Niki's phone.
Yeah. I took these.
Niki was on a kissing spree.
What?
You have to kiss as many boys as you can inside an hour.
It's hazing.
Uh, it's tradition.
It Bonds us to the sisterhood for life.
You use all the lingo,
but you completely miss the point.
My sorority sisters never put each others' lives in danger.
We actually looked out for each other.
Um, were there any other, uh, traditions
that Niki endured?
Uh, she had to go commando for a week.
No underwear.
Yeah, I got that one.
Was Niki forced to cut off a clump of her hair, too?
What? No.
Look, I liked Niki.
I was trying to help her come out of her shell.
She had a rough life.
She lost both of her parents.
She was shy, looking for a place to belong,
a family.
Family? You left her in a bar.
Because she asked me to. She wanted to hook up.
Yeah, well, she died in an alley instead.
Jazmin,
pictures?
I don't know any of these guys.
Wait.
I didn't take this last one.
Niki took this herself after I left.
I know that guy.
Who is he?
Jack Gordon.
He was in Niki's biology class.
He was obsessed with her.
Total stalker material.
Want to die.
Okay.
So you refill the reservoir
from the insulin vial...
program the pump,
and change the batteries every two weeks. I know.
Okay. Now I know that you know.
It's too much, mom.
I mean, keeping a food diary
and carb counting and insulin levels...
And now I have to check in with you every few hours?
Yes. What if you're all alone,
you go into diabetic shock again?
I need to know where you are at all times.
You said I'd be able to do
all the things I've always done.
You can, you can,
but it's just gonna be a period of adjustment.
It's not gonna happen overnight, okay?
I can't wait till Aidan gets back
so you can leave me alone.
I heard that.
We found 31 photos of Niki kissing 31 guys,
and you know what I find curious?
Yours was the very last photo.
The very last person to kiss her,
probably the last person to see her alive.
Niki's dead?
Murdered, actually.
Did you wait for Jazmin to leave so you could get Niki alone?
N... n... no. Niki kissed me and left.
Did she go out the back, 'cause we found her in the alley?
You cornered her, didn't you?
- Things got out of hand. - Makes sense.
Jazmin said you were obsessed with Niki.
Said you'd followed her around like a little lost puppy.
Jazmin is a stuck-up bitch.
Wow. That's quite a temper.
Jack, you knew Niki was gonna be
at that bar last night, didn't you?
I overheard her telling friends.
And you wanted to kiss her.
Yeah, I mean...
It... it was, like, my only chance.
She... she wouldn't do it otherwise.
Not with someone like me anyway.
I'm not buying the martyr act kid.
Stay local.
I got a feeling we're gonna see each other again real soon.
Help me out, Bud.
I mean, the baby shower's only a few days away.
How am I supposed to get the perfect gift
if I don't know the sex of the baby?
What's the big mystery? Jeannie had horrible morning sickness.
She's having a boy.
Actually, my gut tells me it's a girl.
You're never gonna break me.
We ready to get started?
Uh, yeah.
First you need to check this out.
Frontal and ethmoid nasal bones are completely shattered.
Maybe the suspect punched her.
Well, if that were the case, we'd usually see
a cleaner fracture pattern.
I mean, this looks like somebody
stuck a screwdriver up her nose
and started spinning it in circles.
Ethan.
Yeah?
I think I'm gonna need the stryker saw.
Oh, no. I know that look.
You want to tell us what's going on in that brain of yours?
It's not my brain I'm worried about.
Goggles.
Thank you.
Shield.
Saw.
Oh, my God.
That is just what I was afraid of.
Someone has removed her brain.
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You knew what you were gonna find
before you cut into the skull.
I suspected it.
How? I mean, who suspects a missing brain?
Because I've seen it before, three years ago.
It was my very first case when I was a fellow in Fox County.
The victim's name was Jennifer Marshall.
She was the third woman found
with throat slashed, nose battered,
brain removed.
Your first case was a serial killer?
That's a tough break.
Yes, I remember this.
The... the guy was a... a wealthy video game designer.
Oh, that "Pyramid Invaders" guy.
Wilson Polley.
Back in the good old days,
during mummification, the Egyptians,
they would shove an embalming hook
up a corpse's nose,
then punch right through the nasal cavity,
and churn the brain into a soup
and pour it out through the nostrils.
He described his entire methodology
in a TV interview?
One year before the first murder.
That is very ballsy.
Wilson thought he was too smart to get caught.
Big mistake.
All of his victims were members of the P.T.A.
at the high school that Wilson's daughter attended.
They were all women that he had asked out.
I remember hearing about this. It was all over the news.
Rejection was his trigger.
Okay, so Wilson Polley is serving a life sentence.
So who killed Niki Shumaker?
Copycat killer, obviously.
With intimate knowledge of the crimes.
We don't normally release these kind of details.
No, we don't. But you know who did?
The original suspect in the killings...
Daniel Grubstick.
He wrote a tell-all book clearing his name.
Original suspect?
Try new suspect.
A copycat killer? You're kidding.
You're not kidding.
Would you mind taking a look
at some crime scene photos of the new victim?
Why'd you bring 'em to me?
Well, you are the world's self-proclaimed expert
on all things Wilson Polley.
Maybe you'll see something that we missed.
Ah. Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Dr. Hunt.
But I think this is more about due diligence.
I was a suspect before so I'm a suspect again.
Right?
Smart man.
Yeah, I am.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Not Niki?
Wait. Uh, you knew Niki Shumaker?
Of course. I was her high school English teacher.
But her real name is Niki Marshall.
Wait.
Jennifer Marshall's daughter?
That was Wilson's last victim.
She must have changed her name to get a fresh start in college.
So this wasn't random.
The killer knew exactly who she was.
Niki was a good kid. What a tragedy.
Tragedy has been good to you.
Good to me?
My life was turned upside down
because I happen to be in Jennifer's house
three hours before Wilson murdered her.
Um, I didn't read your book.
Why exactly were you there?
Niki left her backpack in the classroom.
I dropped it off.
You did that a lot,
make house calls for your female students?
Hey, Lace. Where's your mom?
Off thinking up new ways to torture me, I'm sure.
Oh, come on. It can't be that bad.
It's worse.
Ever since I was diagnosed with diabetes,
she's become, like, the enemy of fun.
Lacey, your mom's just worried about you. It's her job.
It's okay. I've accepted it.
I'm never going to have fun again.
Between you and me, if I've learned one thing lately,
it's that life is too short to play it safe.
Live fast, die young?
No. Live smart, die old.
You control the diabetes.
Don't let the diabetes control you.
You're the most mature 13 year old I know, Lacey.
You can handle it.
So the lab
identified the white substance
on Niki Shumaker's forehead.
It's doxepin skin cream.
Doxepin? She didn't have a chronic skin condition.
No, but maybe the killer does.
Oh, can I ask you a personal question?
What do you think Bud's having, a boy or a girl?
How am I supposed to know?
Seriously?
You don't have some super-secret scientific insight?
Okay, there is a way to tell just by looking.
Please tell me.
Ultrasound.
Oh, my God. What a nerd.
Thank you for that.
Are you all still talking about that baby shower?
Haven't you ever heard of a gender-neutral gift?
Yes, I have. It just... it leaves me uninspired.
Well, this ought to inspire your ass.
That red trace you found on Niki's hair shaft,
it's conga red.
What is a biochemical marker
doing in a sorority girl's hair?
Not sure yet, but it got me thinking.
What if Wilson's copy cat took a trophy,
something Wilson never did.
But why perfectly recreate Wilson's crime
only to use a distinct signature to set yourself apart?
To impress Wilson.
Mm-hmm.
So I went online, found this site...
"Wilson's posse."
It's where Wilson groupies go to play.
And since fans write fan letters,
why don't we find out who's been writing Wilson Polley?
I gotta say,
orange is definitely your color.
Now what brings you here? What do you want?
Jennifer Marshall.
Her daughter was killed two nights ago.
Who, N...
Niki?
Throat slashed,
brain removed.
Sound familiar?
The real killer is back.
Not a moment too soon.
I've grown tired of doing time for his crimes.
You're really not gonna sing that same old song again,
are you?
You came here to see me,
not the other way around.
What about Wilson's posse?
You don't think one of your many admirers
killed Niki to impress you,
their big hero?
I despise that little cult.
It's despicable.
You see, their admiration
is predicated on the assumption that I'm guilty.
They think it's so cool to idolize a monster,
and thanks to you,
that's exactly how they see me now.
Then, Wilson, we want the same thing.
If you are innocent,
helping me find the real killer will only help you.
Even if it proves you wrong?
Sure.
I follow the evidence wherever it leads.
But...
sometimes evidence lies.
Your D.N.A. was on Jennifer...
fact.
I licked her ear.
Doesn't mean that I killed her.
We both know you did.
Do we?
Now this is what your mistake
has cost me.
That's your daughter Sophia.
Can you imagine what all this
has put her through?
You see, I don't have a problem with the world
believing I'm evil incarnate.
But not my little daughter.
Are you gonna help me or not?
Ah...
Gotta think about it.
Think fast.
From my fans.
No. You have to promise me one thing first.
When you realize I'm innocent,
I want an apology for the years you stole from my life.
Here's the thing about apologies, Wilson...
they don't come naturally to me.
"Wilson,"
"you are my inspiration."
"You never explain yourself to the masses of sheep"
"that inhabit this world,"
"but the more they judge you, the freer you become."
I didn't write that.
Are you sure?
Because it's signed "Gordon Jackson,"
and you're... Jack Gordon.
It's quite clever.
We could do a handwriting comparison.
Okay. Maybe I... did write it.
Well, thanks for owning up, uh, Jack.
Uh, so a serial killer is your inspiration.
How far do you take that?
Enough to kill Niki and rip out her brain
to show Wilson how much you're worthy of his attention?
No, no, I... I would never hurt Niki.
Level with me, Jack.
When did you figure out
that Niki was Jennifer Marshall's daughter?
I recognized her on the quad
from pictures in "Mind Games."
We became friends.
Oh, you made sure of that.
Did you tell her you knew exactly who she was?
Friends are honest with each other, right?
All I ever tried to do was protect her.
Do you know how many crazies there are in the world?
Uh, yeah, I... I think I do.
You're an organic chemistry major, are you?
Yeah.
Why were you working with...
conga red?
I was making conga red indicators
and testing them against acids and lye.
So what?
Because the killer cut off a clump of Niki's hair.
The remaining shafts had transfer on them...
conga red.
You took a trophy.
Yes.
Ohh.
Niki always smelled so sweet.
I knew I'd never be that close to her again,
so... I... I cut off some of her hair
when she kissed me.
Mm.
Just to remember her by, you know?
But I swear, I never hurt her.
Okay, freak show. You're under arrest.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey.
Is that for the Niki Shumaker case?
Yeah. I'm casting the tool marks
inside her calvarium
to compare 'em to the original victims'.
Fox County is sending over the casts.
I've already got 'em.
I was gonna do this,
but you kinda beat me to the punch.
Yeah, I just felt like I should do it.
You know, as a sorority girl, too.
So...
uh, these all have
the same unique groove imperfections,
uh, from the tip of the hook
and all linked to the same killer...
Wilson.
Let's compare 'em to Niki's.
Perfect match.
You know what this means, right?
Yeah. Megan is not gonna be happy.
I didn't make a mistake.
All four victims had their brains extracted
with the same hook.
That suggests a single killer.
Since Wilson was in prison when Niki Shumaker was murdered,
he probably didn't kill
the original three victims either.
You cannot be serious.
I think we need to consider the possibility
that Wilson is innocent.
What about the D.N.A. that I found on Jennifer Marshall?
It doesn't prove murder. All right?
He was never even tied to the first two victims.
He knew every one of them through the P.T.A.
So did Daniel Grubstick.
He was a teacher at the same high...
look, Megan,
I get it, okay?
I do. It was your first case.
You were eager to prove yourself.
- Oh, my G... - Mistakes happen.
Not to me.
Wow. Y...
You know what?
I am really sorry, but a falsely imprisoned man
takes precedence over your ego, okay?
- Wait. - No. We're done.
No, wait a minute.
I know exactly what Wilson is doing,
and it's brilliant, and you are playing right into it.
You convinced Jack Gordon to kill Niki on your behalf.
I helped you, Dr. Hunt,
and this is the way you show me your gratitude?
You told him where to find your brain hook.
Oh, can you even conceive of a world
where you might be wrong?
And you knew that if he used it to kill Niki,
it would look like one person killed all four women,
and then you would get a get-out-of-jail-free card.
What's the matter, Dr. Hunt?
Is the evidence proving I'm innocent?
Don't pack your bags just yet.
Oh, your bravado seems a little bit forced.
But I know why.
Because you're all alone on this at work, aren't you?
Oh, it's gotta be so frustrating.
They underestimate you. I don't.
Well, then I believe this conversation is over.
I'll just sit here and wait for the truth to set me free.
Fine.
Nothing you can say will ever change the fact
that I know you're a killer.
You know what the great irony is?
The only one of us
who's taken a life is you.
You killed a patient.
Have you forgotten?
You knowingly performed neurosurgery
with paresthesia.
I mean, come on, a surgeon with shaky hands.
But you went ahead anyway.
I know why.
Because you didn't care. You're so arrogant.
Your arrogance has driven away
every person you love in your life.
You see, that's why your husband divorced you
and shut you out from your daughter's life.
Who knows? Maybe that's why your daddy shot himself.
That was probably easier for him than to spend
- another waking moment... - Shut up! Shut up!
Yeah?
What about your victims, Wilson?
All those women dead
because they dared to prick
your fragile little male ego.
What was it that Jennifer's sister testified on the stand?
Remind me.
No, wait. I remember.
You're a big bore in bed.
And when Jennifer told you that,
you lost it, didn't you?
Is that why you killed all those women,
because they knew you're not a real man?
Best be on your way, Dr. Hunt.
Yeah.
I cross-referenced the evidence we found on Niki Shumaker's body
with suspects from the original case.
And?
Remember the doxepin cream we found on Niki's forehead?
It turns out that Daniel Grubstick
has a prescription for it,
and we've got a warrant to search his house.
What did you find?
An Egyptian embalming hook.
It looks like the real thing.
You want to explain why you were in possession
of the weapon used to remove the brains of four girls?
Three mornings ago, I found a box on my porch.
I found the hook inside.
Hmm. Same day Niki Shumaker died.
Which I didn't know at the time.
You know, I'm gonna let you keep talking,
'cause I can't wait to hear what you say next.
Look...
I wrote the definitive book
on the Wilson Polley murders.
Crazy fans are always sending me crap
they claim is new evidence.
I'm gonna have to stop you there to ask one question.
Why didn't you tell me about the hook
the first time we spoke?!
I wanted to authenticate it first
so I wouldn't waste your time.
But the lab matched the hook to all four girls,
so consider it authenticated
and your ass in serious peril.
It's a clever plan, Mr. Grubstick.
You kill three girls,
frame Wilson, write a book, and get rich.
Even if that were true, and it's not,
why would I kill Niki now?
Because your 15 minutes of fame were up.
Another dead girl buys you 15 more.
Why do you use doxepin cream,
Mr. Grubstick?
I...
I have eczema.
He has eczema.
Really? Niki didn't.
But we still found doxepin on her forehead.
That and the murder weapon
puts you on the hook for four murders.
I'm sorry. Just... I couldn't resist that one.
I don't want to talk about it.
Well, that is just too bad,
because I'm not leaving until we do.
So you may have put an innocent man in jail.
That could have happened to any of us.
What if my ego blinded me?
Is that what Wilson told you?
Don't let that guy rent a room in your head, okay?
Kate said it, too.
Do you have an ego? Absolutely.
But you always do your job,
and the evidence that you found against Wilson is very real.
It's just...
it's just the interpretation that's in question.
Do you think I was wrong?
Megan, we don't have time
for you to feel sorry for yourself.
Okay, that was blunt.
Where do you think I learned that from?
Forensics lifted a partial print off the hook.
We just got a hit.
Daniel Grubstick?
Nope.
Sophia Polley, Wilson's daughter.
So the real killer strikes again,
and you don't admit you were wrong
and release my dad?
Hey, Sophia, we're on the same page.
Wilson is innocent.
We were wrong. I'm sorry.
Don't mess with me.
I'm not.
All four women were murdered by the same killer.
And since Wilson was in prison when Niki died,
he's no longer a suspect.
So now he's just a genius
who works in a prison laundry room
because you guys screwed up.
Well, that won't be for long.
The new evidence will exonerate him.
What new evidence?
The murder weapon.
The one with your prints on it.
I can explain that.
I think you'd better.
Daniel Grubstick
showed up at my house three nights ago,
out of the blue.
Said he was writing a new book
to help prove my dad's innocence.
But he thinks that Wilson is guilty.
Yeah.
When he pulled out the hook, I knew he was lying.
He handed it to me and asked if it was real.
Was it?
How would I know?
Come on, Sophia.
The hook was yours all along.
You'd used it to kill four women.
I had no reason to hurt those women.
They... they were all mothers of girls who went to my school.
Niki and I were friends.
You had every reason.
Your father was so lonely after your mother died,
and these mothers had just rejected him.
I mean, how dare they.
So you killed them,
and Wilson took the rap for his little girl.
- No, that's crazy. - But your life's gone down the drain
since daddy went away, hasn't it?
- So you killed Niki... - Please stop.
to set him free
and dropped the hook on Grubstick's porch
to frame him,
all the while, not knowing that you'd left a print behind.
I didn't kill anyone!
Megan Hunt.
Hey, you stay the hell
away from my daughter. You hear that?
Not when the evidence leads me right to her.
The only thing the evidence has proven so far
is my innocence.
I'm hanging up now.
Well, I wonder how you'd feel if someone
went after your precious daughter...
- Lacey. - Don't you dare threaten me.
Oh, no, no. Of course not.
I just hope that none of
my misguided followers try to impress me for real.
What a shame that would be.
Hi. I'm Lacey's phone.
Be nice to me and I'll give her your message.
Lacey?
Are you here?
Oh, thank God.
Lace.
Bud, listen to me.
Something is wrong.
I have called Lacey a hundred times. She doesn't answer.
I have called Todd. He doesn't know where she is.
What if Wilson...
No, forget Wilson.
Here's what we're gonna do...
I'm gonna send a patrol car out to you right now,
and you are going to stay put.
No, I need to go out and find her.
No, you need to stay put in case Lacey comes home.
Get out there right now.
I can't lose her, Bud.
You won't. Megan...
she is going to show up.
I promise.
Now hang up and keep calling her until you get through, okay?
Okay.
- Mom, don't freak. - Lacey, where are you?
I'm at a party.
Give me the address.
I'm totally fine.
Give it to me right now.
I said I was sorry.
Well, we're still gonna go over it again.
You defied me on purpose by going to that party.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Yes, because you wouldn't have let me go.
You don't let me do anything anymore
because you're scared of everyone and everything,
and I'm tired of it!
I can take care of myself.
Peter thinks I'm mature enough to make my own decisions.
Why don't you?
Okay.
You want me to treat you like an adult?
Yes.
All right.
A very dangerous man who I helped put in jail
made serious threats today.
Against you?
No. Against you.
That's why you're staying with your father tonight...
because if anything ever happened to you, I...
What's up?
Do me a favor. Don't parent my daughter.
What are you talking about?
Wilson Polley made a threat against Lacey,
and I couldn't find her for an hour last night
because she was at a party living in the moment
or whatever it is you told her to do.
I told her not to let the diabetes hold her back.
I don't know anything about a party.
You are an adult figure.
You gave her permission to defy me.
You're overreacting.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that you've had a rough time lately. I am.
And you had a horrible, horrible thing happen to you.
But please...
don't put it on my child.
Wow. You know what? I'm surprised that
you're even capable of recognizing someone else's pain.
Good for you.
Nah. Don't really recognize 'em.
Doesn't mean they weren't here.
All right. Thanks for your time.
Hey.
The uniforms haven't cleared the crime scene tape?
Are you kidding? I told 'em to leave it up.
This just became the hottest bar in Philly.
People think murder's cool.
They should spend the day with us.
Hold on a sec.
One dead rat is natural selection.
Three is a clue. We need to bag 'em.
How do you think it's related to the crime?
You see the iridescent film layer on the puddle surface?
I bet it's a toxin that the rats ingested.
What if it came from the killer's shoes?
Wait a second. You're thinking of Jack Gordon.
He's a chem major.
I mean, it's a long shot, but what have we got to lose?
And there you have it.
The G.I. tracts of all three rats
are inflamed with caustic damage.
That, with the lack of internal hemorrhaging,
suggests...
toxic ingestion.
So what toxins did they ingest from the puddle water?
Surfactant chemicals.
Sodium sulfate, optical brighteners,
sodium hypochlorite.
Bleach.
Industrial grade bleach... not sold in stores,
not used by the bar.
The most common buyers...
hotels, hospitals, and prisons.
Wilson works in the prison laundry.
Oh, my God.
He killed Niki Shumaker himself.
I hate to poke a hole in your theory, Dr. Hunt,
but Wilson's in prison.
Exactly.
It's the perfect alibi for the perfect murder.
Listen, warden,
it's pretty simple.
Somebody let Wilson Polley out of jail four nights ago
to kill Niki Shumaker
and then let him back in.
In my experience,
escaped convicts don't come back.
They do if they need an alibi for murder.
Do you know who the C.O. was
on Wilson's cellblock Friday night?
Yes, Evan Arnold.
In fact, I just asked him to bring Wilson up to my office.
Clear.
My God.
Alert security. Code red.
Lock it down. Lock it down now!
I need an A.P.B...
on an escaped convict
wearing a guard's uniform
from Pennsylvania State Penitentiary.
We are on level-4 lockdown.
Catch me if you can, Detective.
Wilson used a new cell phone to call Bud.
We're tracking the GPS,
and he's heading to the Canadian border.
That's out of our jurisdiction.
Yeah. The U.S. marshals are taking it from here.
Did you find anything at Evan Arnold's house?
50 grand in cash stuffed under the mattress.
The going price for a prison break.
Listen, about this morning...
It's fine.
But I am done looking out for you, Megan.
Uh, you guys ready to head over to Bud's?
Yes, let's go.
Are you coming to the baby shower?
Yeah. Yeah. I'll meet you there.
Nice wrapping paper.
Are you laughing at me?
- Um... - Unh-unh.
It's the best he could do with no information.
You will never break Bud Morris, my friend. Never.
And Bud's a teddy bear compared to me.
That's true.
I got it. I got it. Gotta keep moving.
Let her go. Don't want to get in a pregnant woman's way.
That's good advice.
- Hey, guys. - Hi.
- Thanks for coming. - Hey!
Aw. Where's Megan?
Oh, she was on her way out when we left.
Nice to see you.
- Well, come on in. Come in. - You made it.
Kate, I swear. I am on my way.
Hats off to you, Dr. Hunt,
for foiling my little plan.
I underestimated you.
Where are you?
Beyond your reach.
But don't worry.
I won't be coming after you or your precious Lacey.
You've earned that,
and my respect.
You never had me fooled, Wilson.
I got close,
didn't I?
You know, I think this is
the first honest conversation we've ever had.
I agree. I don't want it to end.
I'm afraid it's gonna be a long good-bye.
Oops.
Look what I found
in the lab.
It's almost
like you left it there...
just for me.
My friends are gonna be here soon.
Oh, you mean Peter?
Well, he actually texted you.
He was wondering where you were.
So I took the liberty
to text him back.
I told him you got held up.
So you and I, we have
all the time in the world.
I'm not gonna beg.
Well...
you won't be able to.
Mm.
From now on...
I'll be doing all the talking.
You're so much more interesting than the others.
You should've heard their crying
and their pleading and the bargaining.
Each of 'em too dumb to realize
it was already over.
But you...
you're different.
That's why this is so special to me.
For over three years...
I've been dreaming of ripping out your brain.
Special treat...
I'm gonna do this
while you're still alive.
Mm.
Mm. Mm.
Ooh!
Aah!
- Mm. - Ugh!
Mm.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Ooh.
Oh, my God. Peter!
Peter, c-come on.
I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.
Peter.
Come on. It's gonna be okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
You hear me?
Peter?
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