Endgame (2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - I Killed Her - full transcript

(bright music)

(sirens wailing)

(crowd murmuring)

I'm here for negotiations
that will give us 23%

of the train track switching business.

Wow.

For toy trains.

Huge growth potential.

What about you, Lydia?

I'm here for meetings
with the west coast office,

a little time away from my husband.



I'll drink to that.
(glasses clinking)

How about another?

Okay.

Hey, what can I get you?

What is a good aphrodisiac?

You don't need one.

I could use all the help I can get.

Uh, mojitos?

Lots of alcohol, eh?

No, lots of mint, for the breath.

Two double mojitos, please.

Keep the change.

What floor are you on?

Yours.
(both laughing)



(door closing)

Mm.

Lydia, you're the sexiest woman ever,

and this never happens to me.

Well, it's happening now, baby.

I learned my lesson in Miami.

Best to negotiate while
I still have my pants on.

How much for the whole night?

(hand slapping)
Asshole.

You little bitch.

(dramatic music)

(cameras snapping)

(crowd cheering)

(radio chattering)

Pool's closed, Mr. B.

Why?

Can't tell you.
Can't or won't?

Uh, won't, I guess?

Shall we try again?

Why is the pool closed?
I won't tell you, sir.

Aw, is that right?

It sounds rude.
Because it is.

Why are there police in my pool?

I can't, won't.

You'd better take it up with Ms. Stilwell.

I cannot go to the lobby.

I thought you can't go outside.

Is it spreading?

Where is the other illiterate?

Try 602.

God.

She slapped me.

Look, I got a band-aid.

I don't even know where the pool is.

She left, I put on Asian business report

and fell asleep.

What happened?

I had this wrapped up in a bow

before the detectives even got here.

One day, I'll show you
how a pro solves crimes.

Now, stop eavesdropping and scram.

So if whatever this is is
wrapped up in a pretty bow,

I can go swimming now?

I demand to speak to
the Taiwanese consulate.

Pool's closed indefinitely.

Why?

I can't say.

That's not good enough,
I need my exercise.

Well, then use the track on the roof.

Oh, right, I forgot, you can't go outside.

You're one of those, uh, agoraphruitcakes.

Duck, what duck?

You said the pool was indoors.

What exactly happened here?

Exactly nothing.
I didn't do it.

Someone else killed her.

This is one hell of a hotel, Hugo.

(scoffing) It's not the hotel,

it's the guests.
(elevator dinging)

(phone ringing)

We just renovated those suites,

and five of the bath drain stoppers

are already broken.
(bell ringing)

I'm on the phone.

I can see you're on the phone.

Can you?
Mr. Balagan.

Mr. Balagan, I'd like
to introduce myself.

I'm Dr. Arnold C. Futterman, New York.

Dr. Marcus, Montreal.

You know, 2% of the population
suffers from agoraphobia.

Are you aromatherapists?

Psychiatrists.

Oh, someone was murdered
here in this hotel,

and all you care about is some
silly famous chess player?

Oh, hardly, I
specialize in agoraphobia,

and I can cure you.

So can I.

How much do you charge an hour?

$250 an hour.

Well, you pay me 250 an hour,

and you can talk to me all you want.

With pleasure.
Okay.

(bright music)

Agoraphobia usually arises due
to a fear of panic attacks.

And the sufferer avoids public places.

Where unpredictability
can trigger panic, yes?

They stay home, which can be a bedroom,

or a neighborhood, but you, Mr. Balagan,

are a fascinating deviation
from the abnormal.

A deviation from the abnormal.

That sounds ominous.

Well, since you've
lived in hotels exclusively

since leaving Russia,
hotels are your home.

It is, indeed, fascinating, Dr. Marcus,

how completely wrong you can be.

I suffer from zugzwang.

I'm not familiar with the term.

Of course you're not.

Call it what you want,
it's still a pathology.

Let's start at the beginning.

Can you tell me about your mother?

Why do shrinks always blame the mother?

It's our model for
all future relationships,

whether we like it or not.

Yes, but we're not talking

about relationships with people.

(sniffing) Mm, Paris.

We're talking about
relationships with space.

Mr. Balagan, you are in denial.

Psychiatry is denial.

It deceives people into believing

they can cope with life.

No one can cope with life.

Do you think you're depressed?

No, Russian.
Mr. Balagan,

if you're not going to give
me your full attention,

I want my money back.

When you give me back the
last two minutes of my life.

(elevator dinging)

What a tragedy.

When this sort of thing
happens, I always think,

that's someone's daughter,
someone's sister.

The world is brimming with tragedy.

And injustice.

They arrested the wrong person.

I know because I did it.

I killed her.

She had a tattoo, inner thigh.

Very sexy.

How do you lose a cleaning cart?

It was in the hall.

Then it disappear.

And you looked for it?
Everywhere.

But you took 12 hours to tell me?

My key was on it.

Your key card.

No, my emergency key.
Do you have any idea

how much it costs to, Balagan.

Eavesdropping again.

I did not want to interrupt
your important duties.

Towels taken, soap stolen.

I can see why you left the police force.

Hello, Zofia, so nice to see you.

Mr. Balagan.
Go back,

retrace your steps, and find it.

Stop picking on the Poles.

That's the job of the Russians.

What do you want?

I'm busy.

A man just confessed to me.

Oh, what are you, a priest now?

Congratulations.

Arkady: One of the
shrinks from the convention.

Ah, those people are all crazy.

He says he killed
the woman in the pool.

Balagan, forget it.

It's already solved.

Does she have a tattoo?

Patrick: Probably saw
it while she was swimming.

On her inner thigh?

I guess you found the bathing suit

amongst her things in the hotel, too, yes?

No?

Perhaps I should introduce
you to my new acquaintance.

Danni.

Hey.

What can I get you, Arkady?

A strange man, average
height, average build, mid-30s.

Doesn't sound very strange.
Psychiatrist.

(chuckling) You win.

Um, I didn't really notice anybody.

Did you get the name, Sherlock?

Lesson one in the Academy.

Get the name.

You get real evidence, find me.

I think I will take that pickle.

Is this about that poor
woman they found in the pool?

Yes.

She sat right over there.

I can't believe I poured drinks
for the guy who killed her.

(water rushing)

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(door knocking)

Man: One moment.

Dr. Abel Grey.

Arkady Balagan.

Do come in.

It's nice of you to come.

I expect you have a few questions.

One.

Why the hell did you touch
my fiancee's clothes?

I will answer your questions,

but only if you answer mine, too.

Question for question, move for move.

Like chess.

Why would you want to ask me anything?

To cure your agoraphobia.

I saw those amateurs,

pleading for you to let them cure you.

Couldn't cure a headache.

Well, I prefer not to
waste your valuable time,

Dr. Grey, but what you did.
Got your attention.

Think of it as an intervention.

I will answer your questions,
but only if you answer mine.

Truthfully.

Your word, or you can leave

and let an innocent man rot in jail.

I just thought I could help.

You really killed her?

Mm-Hmm.

Shall we shake on it?

Answer for answer.

I didn't think you'd be
afraid to shake hands.

Would you like to be white or black?

Ah, yes, white.

You get the first question.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Did you really kill
that woman in the pool?

Yes.

Do you want your agoraphobia cured?

I don't have agoraphobia.

I have what we call, in chess, zugzwang.

It means, if I recall,

to make a move will put you at risk,

so it is safer not to move.

In chess you must move,

but fortunately life is more flexible.

My turn.

How did you kill her?
I choked her.

Please.

We'll be more comfortable.

My question,

have you ever suffered from
agoraphobia previously?

The truth, Mr. Balagan.

Yes.

Once.

My turn.

If you really killed her,

how come you don't have
any scratches on your face?

Abel: I surprised her from behind.

She was drunk.

I am powerful.

When was your first bout with agoraphobia?

When I was young.

(sniffing) Where did you kill her?

You're going to have
to answer my questions

with more a bit more detail,

Mr. Balagan, if you
expect me to reciprocate.

You were telling me about your
first bout with agoraphobia.

I was invited to a preeminent
chess academy in Moscow.

I was eight.

I realized it was the enemy of creativity.

I left when I was 13.

I went into my bedroom and studied chess.

Where did you kill her?

Right where you're standing.

My question.

How long were you in your room?

Five years.

How did you lure Lydia
into your hotel room?

Abel: She was upset.

I'm a psychiatrist, I know
how to pretend to care.

Five years in your room?

Did you ever leave?

Go to school?

I was in a prison
called the Soviet Union.

Whether I was in my room
or walking down the street,

what difference does it make?

How did you transport
her body into the pool?

Elevator.

That was a squandered question.

Why did you leave your room?

The country dissolved.

I was free.

Why did you put her body in the pool?

I couldn't keep her
here, I like things tidy.

What was it like watching
your fiancée murdered?

Does the topic bore you?

I find it disagreeable.

Let me rephrase the question.

What is life like now
that Rosemary's dead?

It is like entering a film.

Someone else wrote it.

I have no control,

and for the rest of my life, I am trapped.

I've suffered family tragedy as well.

I appreciate your loss.

And yet you do the
same to Lydia's family.

Well, nobody's perfect.

I am taking responsibility.

I told you I killed her.

Confessing to me is
not taking responsibility.

You should tell police.
With you,

I can have an intelligent conversation.

So why did you kill her?
Well, I had to kill someone.

No, why did you kill her?

I had to kill someone.

See, now you owe me several questions,

but I'll settle for one.

You wrestled with the
greatest minds in the century,

and now your only power
is ordering room service.

Why?

Your questions tell me more about you

than your answers do.

You are a petty man.

Don't you want to know
if I've killed before?

Or if I'll kill again?

But my question first.

Why so powerless?

You have a mountain on your shoulders.

I'm the only one who understands you.

Tell me about Rosemary.

Why does the loss of
her result in the loss

of your confidence and self-control?

(gun firing)

(lock turning)

Are you really that much
of a pathological egotist

that you thought you were the
target of the assassination,

when every indication said otherwise?

Arkady: How do you know about that?

That woman's blog, Pippa.

I mean, do you really think
that Putin tried to kill you?

See, I conclude that I'm much better

at asking questions than you are.

For instance, you failed to ascertain

if I knew my victim.

Did you?
Yes, Lydia was my patient.

You killed your patient?

Oh, you didn't see
that one coming, did you?

Arkady: Why?

We were having an affair, one of many.

Oh.

I hate it when I sound boastful.

She became possessive?
Well, you know women.

She threatened to expose the relationship.

Ruin your career.

I tried to dissuade
her, tried everything,

but then she came here to the conference

where I'm delivering a paper.

See, her sleeping with Mr. Wong

was her way of taunting me.

She tried to ruin me.

So you killed her.

I got bored of trying to cure her,

then I got bored of having sex with her,

and then I just got bored of her.

Oh.

Hmm.

Why do you keep your
dead fiancee's clothing?

It's most melodramatic.

I am sentimental.

Why did you put my dead fiancee's clothing

in the water?
To remove her scent.

To free you.

You're trying to free me.
I am trying to free you.

See, what I don't understand is,

why throw away your life for a woman?

A dead one, at that?

(body slamming)

Or is she just an excuse
to avoid a generation

of players that grew up with the internet,

every game at their fingertips?

Do you know what they call you?

Arkady Balaclava.

The man who's afraid to show his face.

You must learn to control your anger.

I can cure you.

You can leave the hotel, or
not, it would be up to you.

Do you want to know how?

See, a mind like yours needs play.

Your cure must be not
a treatment to endure,

but a puzzle you must solve.

What do you mean?

Oh,

time's up.

We'll have to pick this up next time.

Who would have thought you'd
be such a good psychiatrist?

And a good killer.
Or just insane.

Or just insane.

Yes.

Mr. Balagan, I killed Lydia.

I had motive, means, and opportunity,

and now you have everything
that you need to prove it.

However, the conference ends tomorrow.

I must return to Phoenix.

Of course, if you are cured by then,

you could pursue me.

If not, then too bad.

Why a duck?

The yellow rubber duckie?

It's so obvious, Mr. Balagan.

You must do your homework.

Sam: So did he do it or not?

I don't know.

He left me with few
details, he choked her,

he was her doctor, they
were having an affair.

Sam: Well, we should be able to confirm

whether she was his patient.

And who's going to tell us that?

Right, well, why did
he tell you all this?

He wants to cure me.

Maybe that's what all this
is about and nothing more.

Maybe he just wants attention.

Sam: Well, should we call the police?

They already arrested their man.

What about Hugo?

That bully?

Mr. Balagan will solve it, you'll see.

Maybe I won't.

He threw me off.

I was off my game.

He threw me off.

He went after you emotionally.

It's your weak spot.

Is it, now?

Well, it's understandable.

It takes a long time to heal
from the murder of a loved one.

(whimsical music)

I had him in my hand, though.

I should have solved this puzzle.

We can do it together.

Oh, Sam, spare me your
saccharine sentiment.

Mr. Balagan, Sam is here to help you.

Sorry, Sam.

Here, you just needed new
batteries in your remote.

Thank you, Alcina.
(phone ringing)

Alcina: You're welcome, Mr. Balagan.

Danni.

Got your text.

Danni, you're on speaker, no sexy talk.

You wish.

Okay, this is what I saw.

The murdered woman was in
here, cruising the bar,

not paying attention to
the Chinese guy's moves,

and then a crowd from
the convention came in,

she was suddenly very interested in him.

Sounds like this Dr.
Grey was telling the truth.

Do you remember what any
of these shrinks looked like?

There was an old guy with
grey hair and a bow tie.

Be a good look for you, Arkady.

Ha ha.
And a younger shrink,

very attractive, big eyes, gotta go.

Martini, dry.

Yes.

Sam, find out exactly
what Grey did last night.

Alcina, I need you to find out about Zofia

and her missing cart.

Can we finish our game later?

Well, it's mate in
five unless you notice

what I'm doing on my
g-file, then it's seven,

but that will get tedious.
Not for me.

Sam.

Pippa.
Sam.

Well, I hate to say it,
Arkady, but you were right.

Cops are full of crap.

Jason Evans interviewed
Rosemary's alleged killer.

It's one softball lob after another.

Emil Shirt?

No wonder he turned to crime.

Pippa: I was driving on West Pender

when this car cut me off.

Emil: I was cranked on meth.

I gave him the finger.

He honked.

I tried to ram him.

Teach him a lesson.

He took off, and, uh, and then I lost him.

Cop: Then what?

I saw his car at the Huxley Hotel.

I wheeled up, and I shot him.

Your target wasn't Rosemary Venturi?

No.

I didn't even know there was a woman

till I watched the news.

You shot him cause he cut you off?

It was the crank, man, it wasn't me.

Why did you have an automatic weapon?

Jacking cars.

I'm always worried some prick
is going to try to kill me.

(scoffing) People are messed up.

And you're confessing because?

Emil: Big C.

Pancreatic.

I got, like, two, three months.

My priest says I won't go to hell

if I confess to God and the police.

Arkady: Where did you get the uzi?

Answer, don't know, man.

No follow-up questions.

(dramatic music)

Were Greg Lamont's car
windows open or closed?

Why didn't you ask that?
Leave it to me,

I got it covered.

Was it a bright or a foggy day?

Was he wearing sunglasses, huh?

I don't know.
You don't know?

Who are you?
Who am I?

Oh, that's interesting.

He doesn't even know who I am.

What, I don't look familiar to you?

No.

I was there.

Were the windshield wipers on or off?

On, or off.

I don't know.
On or off?

What's the problem with you, you stutter?

(blow thudding)
Hey, I was stoned.

You know what day it
was when you shot them?

Get out.
What day of the week

did you shoot em?
I don't know.

This is my interrogation.
(hand slamming)

Emil shirt is full of
shirt, and your friend,

Detective Jason Evans,

he's as incompetent as the rest of them.

Emil Shirt is dying of cancer.

I think someone is paying
him to confess to the crime.

Leave a little for the
kids after he's gone.

So, we're back to the
beginning of the game.

Maybe not.

A guy saw my website,

an expert on Russian ballistics,
from Washington state.

He's coming up to meet me.

Be careful.

I don't meet sources in my bedroom.

Meet him here at the hotel,

and if he has anything to say, then,

I don't know, call me.

(door closing)

Can you tell me all the
activities of room 1501

between 8:00 p.m. and
8:00 a.m. this morning?

Dr. Abel Grey?

Sam: Yeah, him.

He ordered the light dinner at 9:35.

It was delivered at 10:15,
and he put an electronic

do not disturb on his phone at 10:26.

Any calls?

He called room 907 at 1:10 a.m.

Who's in 907?

Uh, it was the dead chick's room.

Lydia Beckett.

Um, did she answer?

They talked for 54 seconds.
Thank you.

I took dinner to Dr.
Grey's room at 10:15.

He was alone?

He wouldn't open the door.

The dinner was for one?

Those shrinks are nuts.

I saw one wearing nothing but a shower cap

and she had this plunger.

Dr. Marcus, I have a few questions.

Oh, please.

Mr. Balagan, you charged
me $250 for an hour.

Would you mind if I charged you the same?

I would have it no other way.

Thank you.
I need to ask you

a few questions about a
doctor here at the conference,

Dr. Grey.

Ugh, I just ate.

Mr. Balagan, you don't wear shoes?

That tells me you're making a statement

about your agoraphobia,
I will not be cured.

Or I'm more comfortable in bare feet.

Could you please tell me about Grey?

He can't cure you, he's nuts.

I don't need convincing.

Grey is brilliant, but he
knows nothing of your condition,

and he's an expert on hydrophobia.

Fear of water?

Seriously?

He wrote the seminal
book on the subject.

Overrated, in my opinion.

He was an expert witness
in the Lusek case,

infamous murder by drowning.

Was he here last
night with you at the bar

with the group of psychiatrists?

Briefly.

He left early, he's a
bit awkward socially.

Speaking of awkward socially.

Mr. Balagan, we were
just getting started.

Arkady: We'll continue this later.

But why are you leaving?

What makes you so uncomfortable?

Murder.

It was a Celtic pendant, tiny, silver.

My late mother gave it to
her, and it wasn't on Lydia.

It wasn't in her room, and
that man didn't have it.

Ms. Beckett, no one
from the hotel took it.

Our Director of Security
found Lydia's body,

and there was no necklace.

It has no value, except to me.

Our staff never
entered his room or hers

except with the police.

You need to speak with them.

Or me.

Ms. Beckett, my name is Arkady Balagan.

My sincere sympathies.

Would you like to sit for a moment?

I have a few questions.

Who are you?

We have reason to
believe that the police

arrested the wrong man,

and your daughter's
necklace might confirm it.

Please, two minutes, two minutes.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So, you're from Phoenix, too?

Yes.

I met a psychiatrist
from there, Dr. Abel Grey.

So Lydia was his patient?

I do not like that man.

Arkady: Why?

Lydia wouldn't explain
why she was coming here.

She didn't know anybody, then
I found about the convention.

So she was having an
affair with Dr. Grey.

My daughter was very needy.

As you know, the police
arrested a businessman, Paul Wong.

My daughter did not
pick up strange men,

and what would she be
doing in a swimming pool?

Hydrophobia, yes?
Yes.

She had a boating
accident when she was 14.

She almost drowned.

Dr. Marcus.

May you find comfort in your memories

and peace in your pain.

It's me again.
Yeah.

Why do killers take trophies?

To show their power over their victims,

and then there's serial killers.

So, they take souvenirs
for inventory control?

And to relive each murder.

Well, perhaps some
criminals take a trophy

because they want to be caught.

Crime needs punishment.
Mm-Hmm.

And one more question.

Why do people grow up to
become serial killers?

Well, there are all
kinds of individual reasons,

but what unites most serial killers

is they have very high self-esteem,

feel the world does not give them

the recognition they deserve.

Because?
They're failures.

Professionally, romantically, financially.

Always?
Just about.

Speaking of failures.

Thank you.

Hugo.

Arkady Taliban.

Quick question.

You found the body?

Yeah, why?

Are you still trying to solve a crime

that doesn't need to be solved?

I told you, we got the guy.

Humor me, you know how she died?

Hugo: Mm-Hmm.

She was strangled, correct?

I can't say.

That's a police hold back.

But you are not a police.

You wouldn't understand,
it's a brotherhood.

A calling.

Until you die, you're a cop.

So she was strangled then, thank you.

Mm, Grey's quite the famous shrink.

Taught at Penn.

Private practice.

Speaks all over the world.

Three books, and he's doing
the keynote this afternoon.

So why would he bring her body

all the way down to the pool?

This Dr. Grey is an expert
on, what did you call it?

Hydrophobia.

Alcina: So maybe he's
obsessed with water.

Maybe.

Maybe we should call the police.

Sam: I don't know about that.

Grey may have confessed,

but all the evidence
is all circumstantial.

Have you been reading law
books in your spare time, Sam?

I thought it might help us out.

Do you hear this, Alcina?

Sam dismisses abstract thought
and craves concrete evidence.

Where do people hide
things in hotel rooms,

besides the safe?

Oh, Mr. Balagan, everyone
thinks they are so smart,

but they always hide their
things in the same four places.

Go on.

Well, there's between
the bed and the mattress.

(energetic music)

(horn honking)

Or they tape things under the chairs.

And the sneaky ones put things

under the extra blankets in the closet.

(whip snapping)

Or in the extra toilet paper roll.

I am on it.

If there's a killer, maybe
I should go too, just in case.

I fly solo.

(shower running)

Well done.

(camera whooshing)

How much for the whole night?

(hand slapping)
Asshole.

You little bitch.

Room service?

Room 1501.

Baby back ribs, please.

(knocking) Room service.
Just leave it there.

Lydia.

I miss you, I need you.

Come to my room.

1501.

(both struggling)

(elevator dinging)

(Arkady whistling)

(water splashing)

Now you are cured of your hydrophobia.

He may be crazy, but he's not lying.

He did kill her.

Hey, Gurjit, check out the rack on, oh.

That belonged to Lydia
Beckett, her mother confirms it.

It was hidden in 1501,
registered to a Dr. Abel Grey.

A maid found it.

Grey called Lydia at 1:10 a.m.

They were having an affair,
and he confessed to me.

Twice.

That's enough to arrest him,

or do you want me to get
you a pee sample, too?

(door slamming)

Good evening, Dr. Futterman.

Dr. Marcus.

We were just discussing your case.

Arguing, really.

Lost track of time.

Well, you won't be the only ones

missing Dr. Grey's keynote.
I do not believe this.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

Arkady: What happened?

That is not Dr. Grey.

Yes, it is.
That's Dr. Grey.

What did he do?

Had you pegged for a wannabe, Balagan,

but this time you're the real deal.

I'm afraid that is not him.

What are you talking about?

That's Grey.
It's Grey,

but it's not the killer.

(soft music)

Thank you, Mr. Campbell.

Call me Tom.

Please.
Oh, uh,

thank you for coming all this way.

My pleasure.

It's a beautiful part
of the country up here.

So I'm eager to hear
what you have to say

about the bullets in my sister's case.

Yes, well, let me give you a bit

of the background info first.

In the Marines,

I trained at the Expeditionary
Warfare School in ballistics.

Abel: I will sue you, Mr.
Balagan, till you are broke,

till you are naked, till you are dead.

I apologize again, Dr. Grey.

I explained the mix-up to the police.

Abel: Then why am I still here?

My lawyer says you haven't
gone to the station

to make your statement.

Because you're a shut-in, I'm a prisoner.

(dramatic music)

Arkady: Why did this
man try to frame you?

I don't know who he is.

In his late 30s.

Smart, creepy.

He would have had to
break into your office,

or snoop around your house.

He must've been obsessed with you.

Lusek.

William Lusek.

Dammit,

I thought I saw him stealing
my garbage two months ago.

The Lusek case.

Tell me about it.

When Lusek was 13,

he strangled a classmate and
put her body in a bathtub.

So, what happened to him?

He spent the next two years
in psychiatric institutions

and was subsequently under
my care for four years.

He didn't go to jail?

No, his family history
helped me to get him acquitted

on a delayed-trauma,
temporary insanity defense.

What family history?

When Lusek was six,

his mother was charged
with killing her daughter.

She said her baby accidentally
drowned in the bathtub,

but the evidence pointed
to her strangling her.

Arkady: You got him acquitted
of killing his classmate.

Why is he trying to frame you?

Did you have an affair with Lydia Beckett?

Who said that?
Lusek.

Lydia's mother, everyone but you.

Abel: No comment.

And last night?

I had drinks in the
bar with my colleagues.

I saw Lydia flirting with a strange man.

I started to feel tired.

I went to my room about 9:30.

I ordered a light snack.

And you fell asleep before it came?

That's right.

Let me guess, you didn't
call Lydia at 1:00 a.m.

No, when I woke up in the morning,

I learned Lydia had been murdered.

And you didn't tell
anyone you knew her because?

We had a complicated history.

I'm a married man, a father.

You need to get me out of here.

Get me out.

(soft music)

(liquid splashing)

(hand slapping)
Asshole.

You little bitch.

Room 1501.

Butter chicken, please.

(knocking) Room service.

Just leave it there.

Lydia.

(both struggling)

I think I understand what happened.

Abel: Yes, you screwed up.

The uzi pistol and an
uzi micro both use 9 mil,

but I want to talk to you
about the Russian variants.

There are two.

The 7n31 and the 7n21.

Pippa?
Hm?

Let's go for a walk.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Pippa, I'm sorry, I
can't come right now.

I'm very busy.

Lusek: Pippa can't come
to the phone right now.

Where is she, Lusek?

So you figured out who I am,

but too late, I win.

I keep her.

What have you done with her?

Is she okay?
For now.

You were hoping I
could catch you, right?

Give me one more chance.

You'll have to come outside to get me.

Mr. Lusek, you know I can't do that.

No, you can because I can cure you.

Remember?

You're a better psychiatrist
than the psychiatrists,

but I'm not a good patient.

I can't be cured.

(fist slamming)

You have no choice.

Now, you come outside,

and I'll call and I'll let
you know where Pippa is.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Better hurry.

Because he hates psychiatrists

because they got him
off on an insanity plea.

Hold it, that's why
I hate psychiatrists,

but he got off, so it makes no sense.

He wants to be punished.

He's a whack-job.
So now he'll embarrass

the entire profession by
doing what they couldn't,

curing the world's most famous agoraphobe.

And how do you know all this?

A rubber duckie told me.

(elevator dinging)
Lusek was saying

all shrinks are quacks.

This is the best I could find
in the kitchen, Mr. Balagan.

So this is going to work,

this will let you leave the hotel?

Yes.

I hope so.

(dramatic music)

(sirens wailing)

(horns blaring)

(phone ringing)

You can do it, Mr. Balagan.

You do not need the hood.

Arkady: I do.

Take it off.

Arkady: No, please, Mr. Lusek.

Allow me to do this incrementally.

You can do it, Mr. Balagan.

Lusek: No hood.

Arkady: I am outside.

No one has gotten me this far.

Lusek: Turn to the right.

Left.

Arkady: See, it's me.

Now tell me where to go.

Take it off.

Arkady: You said a
mind like mine needs play.

That is what I'm doing,
so give me directions.

What game are you playing?

Arkady: I am imagining I am inside

so that my body can be outside.

Baby steps, Mr. Lusek.
No, shut up.

Keep walking.

Forward.

You see, it's working.

Now where do I go to find Pippa?

Nothing.

Anybody got a 20 on this nut job?

Okay, enough, take off the hood.

Arkady: It's working, Mr. Lusek.

The world must see
that I have cured you.

Now, take off your hood.

And they will.

Lusek: Now.

Now, I don't know who's down there,

Mr. Balagan, but it's not you.

Of course it is.

And the next time you
lose someone you care about,

there will be no doubt
that you were responsible.

Arkady: Mr. Lusek.

He's gone, Sam.

Sam: Sorry.

Where the hell is he?

No, where is he going?

Water.

He must be taking Pippa to the pool.

Brilliant, but too bad it's wrong.

I mean, look, it's still locked down.

It's a crime scene.

Isn't that a little obvious anyway?

Obvious.

Why did he take Lydia to
the pool in the first place?

I don't know, to see
if dead people float?

His mother, when she
killed his baby sister,

put her in a bathtub and
said that she drowned.

He put his classmate in a bathtub,

so it follows logically
that the only reason

Lusek put Lydia in the pool

was because he didn't have a bathtub.

Yeah, but do you know how many bathtubs

there are in the Huxley?

(soft music)

We just renovated those suites and five

of the bath drain stoppers
are already broken.

Yes, but not all of them
have stoppers that work.

Yeah, it's Hugo.

Are there any work orders for room 1501?

Come on, come on, come on.

One for plumbing.

Where the hell is he?

(camera whooshing)
(ominous music)

He wants to be caught.

Wait, where are you going?

Watch the monitors.

I can help you.

You cheated, Arkady.

(Pippa spluttering)
You need to be punished.

You cannot kill her yet,
I have one more move left.

You wasted it.

You're not angry at me,
you're angry at psychiatrists.

And wouldn't you be?
Yes.

Don't.
(dramatic music)

Okay, okay, okay.
(Pippa gasping)

Ah, ah.
(water splashing)

Okay, okay.

I know you killed your classmate.

I know you did.

And even though you weren't
held criminally responsible,

I know that you feel guilty about that.

Yes?

Yes.

They said I was crazy.

I wasn't crazy, I was evil.

Right from the start.

What a tragedy.

When this sort of thing happens,

I always think, that's someone's
daughter, someone's sister.

Arkady: The world is
brimming with tragedy.

And injustice.

I killed her.

You killed her.

Yes.

Arkady: The rubber duck.

You killed your baby
sister, not your mother.

You killed her, and your
mother covered for you.

Yes.

And that's why the
wrong person was arrested,

and that's what you
want to be punished for.

Nobody knew that.

You did.

I did.
Yes, you did.

I was a bad boy.

Arkady: No, no, no,
no, you were a little boy.

You were probably just jealous.

That's the most natural thing
in the world to be jealous.

It's bred in our bones for survival.

I need to be punished.

Crime needs punishment, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

Arkady: Well, you can be punished now.

You don't need to kill anymore.

You can be punished for Lydia.

Would you like to be punished?

And the two girls?

And the two girls, the
classmate, your little sister.

You need help, would you like some help?

Yes.
Would you like

to call for 911?

Yes.

(phone dialing)

I need help.
(water splashing)

My name?

My name's Billy.

(Pippa coughing)

Billy Lusek.

(elevator dinging)

(soft music)

Hi.
Hey.

I couldn't move my arms.

You were drugged.

I tried to fight him.

It's all right, it's all right.

We beat him.

But me trying to solve my puzzles,

and you trying to solve Rosemary's case,

look at the trouble we got into.

We can do it, Arkady.

(Arkady humming)

(upbeat music)