Instinct (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

♪ Rock

♪ Freeze

♪ Rock...

WOMAN:
Looking good, Dino.

♪ Rock

(speaking indistinctly)
♪ Freeze...

MAN:
What's up, Dino?

What's up, man?

♪ Higher, baby
WOMAN 2:
Hey, Dino.

I'm going to the restroom.
Be right back.

♪ Get higher, baby



♪ And don't ever come down...
♪ Freebase! ♪

(low, indistinct chatter)

Pulp.

Pulp?

What the hell
is pulp?

Find out.

In here.

(sniffs)

Who are you
supposed to be?

Michael Caine.

Who?
Guess you've never seen
Dressed to Kill.

Sorry, I don't do needles.

This doesn't go into your vein.

It's like a B12 shot,



only much, much better.

(gasps, shudders)

(exhales)

How much?

First one's on me.

(sighing)

(choking)

I'm not much
for religion, Dino...

(high-pitched grunt)

...but I do like
what the Bible says

about right and wrong.

You're a sinner.

Get ready.

This is going to sting.

♪

Welcome
to Abnormal Behavioral Analysis,

more commonly referred to
as Intro to Psychopaths.

My name is
Professor Dylan Reinhart,

and, yes, my mother was
a huge Bob Dylan fan.

(laughter)
Okay.

Can I have a volunteer?

Uh... you,

the scared-looking one.

Yes, you. Come on up here.

Now!

♪

(bell tolling)

Excuse me.
Smiley face emoji.

What's your name?
Edward.

Okay, Edward,

I will give you an
"A" in this course

if you punch me as hard
as you can in my stomach.

Come on.

What if I was
to tell Edward

I would fail him if
he didn't punch me?

Would that change anything?

STUDENTS:
No.
No? Well,

what if I was
to give Edward this bag...

filled with a million dollars...

and said he could keep it
if he hits me.

What would he do now?

Smack him.
If he doesn't
do it, I will.

(laughter)
Exactly. So what
does this tell us

about human behavior, huh?

It's context-driven.

Meaning, depending
on the circumstances,

we can be motivated
to do almost anything.

And I have just offered Edward
a million new circumstances.

Come on, Edward,

you know you wanna.

(chuckles)

Normal behavior, therefore,
is when we collectively decide

that the circumstances
justify the behavior.

Abnormal behavior
is when we don't.

But can we really judge behavior
simply on the behavior itself?

Aren't we all...
capable of behaving abnormally?

(gasping)

Welcome to Abnormal Behavior.

STUDENT:
Wow.

While I may not be up

on all the laws
in Pennsylvania,

I'm pretty sure punching
a student isn't legal.

That student isn't in my class.

He's a drama major.

And I didn't
touch him.

It was a performance
to prove a point.

Given that you're
a detective,

you should have
figured that out.

How did...
Oh, come on.

The "I don't care how I look"
pantsuit,

the humdrum flats,
the almost total absence

of makeup, and
the slight dip

in your posture favoring
your right side,

probably due to the SIG P226
holstered to your hip.

♪

Detective Elizabeth
Needham, NYPD.

You look different
from your picture.
What picture?

The one in People magazine
from a couple of years ago.

Being one of their 25

Most Intriguing People.
Uh-huh.

Must have Photoshopped it.
A lot.

I'd like to talk
with you.

Well, I need lunch
and I have a meeting,
so how about tomorrow?

I think someone may want
to kill you, so you tell me.

So, Dr. Dylan Reinhart.

Penn undergrad.

PhD in psychology,

Stanford.

Three-year research fellowship,

University
of Cambridge.

Then another PhD,

this time from MIT, statistics.

Taught at
the American University

in Cairo...
(groans)

Does my looking into your
background bother you?

What bothers me
is that you haven't yet said

who wants to kill me.

Dino Moretti, a 22-year-old,

was found dead in a nightclub

in the Meatpacking District
from a massive heart attack

and all the telltale signs
of a drug OD.

"Self-inflicted" may
have been the report

were it not for a
playing card by his foot.

The jack of diamonds.
We have no leads, no witnesses,

and, while it may be
a random killing,

I have a feeling
there'll be more murders.

Which is why I'm here.

Before Dino died,

the killer sent your book
to the Homicide Division.

As the famous expert

on criminal psychopathology,

I was hoping
you might have some ideas.

Don't they call you
Professor Psychopath?

While I may have
a fascination with psychopaths,
it does not mean I am one.

Judging by the way you eat
your pizza, I'm not so sure.

Using a fork and knife
slows the process down

and allows you to focus more
on the pizza itself.

I have no problem
focusing on pizza.
You should try it sometime.

Mm-hmm, sure, right after
I catch whoever killed this kid.

Inside of your book,

there was also a bookmark.

Ah, the Master
of High Knowledge Card.

In cartomancy
the king of clubs

is said to be one
who has great power

but one who is
not aware of this.

Your bestselling
criminal theory book
is about playing cards.

This killer is using them.

(chuckles) My book
is not about playing cards.

Gambling was the central motif.

The compulsion for risk
versus the need for control,

two competing ideas which
serial killers and psychopaths

share with us all.
Mm.

When did my book
and this arrive?
We got your book

the day before Dino was killed.
So the king of clubs

arrives the day
before the kid's killed,

and the jack of diamonds
is left at the kid's feet

at the scene of the crime?
Mm-hmm.

I think you may be right.

I think the killer is trying
to talk back to my book.

Or to me.

We're hoping your expertise
can help us figure out

who the killer is
and how your book connects

before anyone else gets hurt,
including you.

I'm meeting this afternoon

with the victim's father,
Aldo Moretti.

Restauranteur?
Yes. If you'd like

to join me...

I'm sorry.

I have a meeting with my editor
about my next book. (chuckles)

Right. Those who can't do.

Professor.

Hey, uh... maybe
you can write

a book about it while the
next victim gets killed.

Oh, that thing about
not hitting the student,

that stays between us.

♪

(revs engine)

You look fat.

Nice to see you, too.

And this is flat.

Very theoretical.

I am discussing theories.

And I am falling asleep.

Where's the pizzazz?
Where's the heart?

You know, your last
book was alive.

You made being
a freak cool.

You could still be the
next Malcolm Gladwell.

But fatter.

You used to be
a man of action, and...

now I guess you're just...
tweed jacket guy.

(laughs):
I mean, come on,

you need to take a
break from teaching.

You need to focus

on getting yourself
and this book

into better shape, because
I need Dangerous Dylan back.

I need Sexy Dylan.

Look, bring this guy back.

The guy who wrote
Freaks was hot.

It's funny you should say that.

A cop came to my class today.

A kid was killed, and, uh, the
killer sent my book as a clue.

She wants my help.

That's great news!

Not the "dead kid" part...
The part where you're

gonna do something
to help get your mojo back.

My mojo retired to Boca.

When you finished
that first book...

you had just left
your other life.

And I don't think
that kind of mojo

goes away
after just three years.

I think it's still
there in you.

And if you lose a little weight,
you might find it.

You know I made a promise.

I know you signed
a two-book deal,

which is technically more
binding than a spousal promise.

Try telling Andy that.

Andy doesn't not want you doing
what you're born to do.

What kind of life,
or book, is that?

LIZZIE:
Mr. Moretti,

was your son dealing?

Dino didn't deal.

Okay.

He is... was a bright kid.

Straight As.

And is there anybody
that you can think of

who may have held a grudge?

No. Everyone loved Dino.

Well, not everyone.

Mr. Moretti,
this is Dr. Reinhart. He's...

...working with me on the case.

Dr. Reinhart, do you think
my son was murdered?

Mr. Moretti.
We're considering
all possibilities

as we await
the toxicology report.

Mr. Moretti, I don't know
if your son knew the killer,

but I am certain the killer
knew your son. (grunts)

We're not sure
there is a killer,

or that he knew your son.

Detective Needham and I
agree to disagree.

Mr. Moretti,
am I right in assuming

your son didn't just
patronize White Lines,

but many other clubs?

All the clubs courted Dino.

He was treated like royalty.

All over the city.

LIZZIE:
From now on, you don't float
your theories

to anyone but me.
Got it?

Anyone tell you
you're bossy?

I'm not bossy,
I'm your boss.

You can't tell
a grieving father

you're certain of
something if you're not.

Moretti said Dino was like
royalty in the clubs.

The king of clubs.

That playing card the killer
sent in my book was a clue

as to who's next on his list.
The jack of diamonds is, too.

He's our next victim.

Now we just have
to figure out

who the jack is.

I...

It's okay.

You don't have to admit
I was right.

By the way, Moretti's
never heard of your book.

His loss; hope you told him so.

I never read it either.

My boss made me reach out
to you.

Expect a signed copy
for Christmas.

Can't wait.

I'm gonna get a list
of everyone who went

into the club the night
Dino was killed.

Maybe it'll point us
to who the jack is

before the killer
gets to him.

Where's your partner?

Aren't you supposed
to have a partner?

I have a bad history
with partners.

Meaning...?

The last one nearly lost a tooth

after he tried to stick
his tongue down my throat.

What made you change your mind
and show up?

If I told you that,
I wouldn't be intriguing.

(cheering)

Hey, Dylan.
Hello, Candice.

Take one of these.

Thank you.

Aloha.

Hawaiian night?

You quit a corporate law firm

to open your own bar
for Hawaiian night?

It's the, it's the
big college bowl game

in Honolulu.

Whatever. The place
is packed. Shut up.

So it is. What do I know?

You okay?
Yeah.

How was your day?

Oh, you know.
Humdrum life of academia.

(laughs)

Do you think of me
as a professor?

Yeah. Well, that-that
is what you do.

That is not what I asked.

Oh, no. No, no,
no, no, no, no.

Do not have an existential
crisis on Hawaiian night.

(laughing):
I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

But do you think
I've put on weight?

Everyone puts on weight
after they get married.

You haven't.
We've been married
less than a year.

Give me time.
What's really going on?

Nothing, nothing.

Joan hates my new book.

She thinks it's flat
and heartless.

Oof. I'm sorry.

(chuckles)
Double Dark and Stormy
coming up.

(exhales)

(phone buzzes)

(siren whooping)

Thank you.

Follow me, and it's pretty bad.

You have to really
dislike someone

to stab them
this many times.

John Condon.

His wife found him
about 30 minutes ago.

Says she was having drinks
with friends.

Condon ran a Ponzi scheme.

Some business based
on a spiritual quest.

I think the name
of his company was...

Hourglass.

And he is definitely
our jack of diamonds.

Based on what?
Oh, may I?

Please.

When two diamonds
are placed together

to form a shape
of an hourglass,

the resulting symbol
can be identified

as a depiction of enlightenment
and ultimate truth.

Though it would seem Condon's
spiritual quest was money.

Oh. And his friends
called him Jack.

So you were right.

The killer is announcing
who his next victim is

with each card.
Mm-hmm.

He sends us a clue about Dino
with a king,

leaves a clue about Condon
with a jack,

and now a clue with a two
of hearts about who's next.

And we get to unravel
the mystery.

Figure out the rules
of his game.

♪

Being called
in front of the mayor,

especially this mayor,
not exactly

on my day's bucket list.

I know and I apologize,

Lieutenant Gooden.

(scoffs)
Seriously?

Youngest lieutenant in
the department's history?

Jasmine. Okay, Jas.

Despite my promotion,
we're friends,

first.

At least, you know,
when we're alone.

Speaking of which,
where is Professor Psycho?

Dr. Reinhart should be here
any minute.

You sure you can
handle this case?

I can give you a list
of the ways I'm sure.

Yeah, and I can give you a list
of all the guys you refuse

to partner with:
Sumner, Miller, Gomez...

Uh, lazy, stupid, smug.

Is it possible
that it's you?

Lizzie, you know,

this isn't
a detective buffet.

You don't get to pick
the partner you want.

You know my heart breaks
for you.

You've had a big setback,

but if you can't bounce back
in your personal life,

you got to do it here.

Oh. Lieutenant Gooden,

Dr. Dylan Reinhart.
Pleasure.

JASMINE: Oh, here we go.
REPORTER:
One more question, please,

before you go...
Don't speak unless spoken to.

Dr. Reinhart.
Madam Mayor.

Let me tell you
there will not be

a serial killer in my city.

Detective Needham and I were
just saying the same thing.

Wait. What? Is this like

if we say it often enough
it will be true?

(laughing):
Because...

there is a serial killer
in your city.

Dr. Reinhart,
I'm a big fan of your work

and your belief in
the power of symbols.

Now, given the killer's copycat
use of the playing card,

which is the structure
of your book...
Motif.

I know you can help us
solve this case,

protect the innocent,
and catch this butcher.

Well, nothing would please me
more.

And, uh, I know that Lizzie,

um, D-Detective Needham
and I

will, uh, get him.

Right, Lizzie?

Detective, at a loss for words?

Uh... Madam Mayor,

the tox confirmed
the club kid OD'd

on whatever the killer gave him,

but the track mark in
his arm wasn't in a vein.

The medical examiner
said that

other then the needle mark
in Dino's arm,

the only unusual thing he found

was a minor contusion
in his left eye.

Now, we're checking
to see if...
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wait a minute.

The eye... An eye for an eye.

I'm not following.

Revenge. We should check
Dino's eye

to see if that's how
the OD was administered.

We are going to do that.

Uh, when heroin addicts

run out of veins,
they sometimes

inject the needle into
their eye for a hit.

So if the suspect
killed Dino for revenge

and also Condon for revenge...

Then we have a possible motive
that connects both murders

and we're one step closer
to solving the case

and not having a serial killer
in your city.

Have the M.E.
check his eye.

And all of you,
just keep your mouths shut.

Yes, Your Honor.

Lizzie, go do what you do.

What is it about floating
theories you don't understand?

Oh, boy.

(sighs)

Uh, Detective,
where are we going?

Hey. Hey. If we're
gonna work together,

I would like
to have a gun.

Uh, the kid's eye contusion
was caused by

an injection into the soft
tissue of the eye socket.

And this dude...

...died from multiple
stab wounds.

How many?

Way too many to count.

Oh, yes, because counting
can get exhausting.

352. That's how many
dimples there are

in a Titleist
Pro V-1 golf ball.

4,608... that's the number of
words in the U.S. Constitution.

Seven and a half million...
That's how many Americans

are currently
out of work.

Care to add one
to that number?

(sighs)
I'll call you when I'm done.

We'll wait.

So, what is it
with all these facts?

You're like a walking Wikipedia.

I can't help it.
I have a phonographic memory.

You mean "photographic."

No, no.

When I read something,
it stays in my mind,

but I don't see it,
I h-hear it.

Huh.

Growing up I was
a prodigy on the piano.

Chopin, Mozart.

If I heard it once,
I could play it or sing it.

I have perfect pitch.

I can tell if you
blow your nose in "G,"

or the wind
whistles in "D."

Uh, hmm.

I didn't have
too many friends.

No.

You still play?

Not so much.

Why did you stop?

52 stab wounds.

52, like a
deck of cards.

He's deliberate,
brutal...

fascinating.

And he has 49 cards
left in his deck.

That's 49 more bodies

and a lot more carnage
if we're not careful.

Every worthwhile serial killer
has a nickname. (sniffs)

You okay if we call our guy
the Dealer?

NEEDHAM:
I couldn't care less
what we call him,

as long as we catch him

before he gets
to the two of hearts.

(grunts)

So, Dino and Condon
aren't friends.

They're not related.

Nothing suggests
they ever met.

Revenge alone isn't gonna help
us find the two of hearts.

Two of hearts

is known
as the "sweetheart card."

It represents people
who love love.

Idealists.

Of course,
they're usually the people

who get hit the hardest
when real life

comes crashing down
on their ideals, so...

young couple who just
got married?

Or divorced.

A matchmaker?

Or a marriage counselor.

(exhales)
You're a real romantic.

Your boyfriend must
be a lucky guy.

Can you stop that?

So, if your theory
about revenge is right,

what is the Dealer avenging?

Well, almost every
serial killer

chooses his victims
in one of two ways:

randomly or
very, very carefully.

If the victims
are unrelated,

it becomes more about
the act itself, killing.

If the victims are
related, it becomes...

BOTH:
More about the result, death.

If the victims are being judged,
you have to ask yourself,

why does the killer
pick these victims?

What flips the switch from
having feelings about people

to murdering them?

I read Freaks three times.

My boss

didn't make me reach out to you.
It was my idea.

I just didn't want
to inflate your ego any more,

but now I see
that's not possible, so...

Go on, say something snarky.

No snark.

Glad you liked it.

DYLAN:
I'm so late.
Oh, there's Andy.

Which one is she?
Ah, the one

who's six foot, with
stubble, and a man.

Come and meet him.
(sniffles)

Oh, is it okay
if I introduce you as Lizzie?

He doesn't know
you're working with me.

(sighs)
How is it you can deduce that,
but not that I'm gay?

You should tell him.

♪ I've been a fool
with my reputation... ♪

I am so sorry I'm late.

I'll explain later.

This is my friend Lizzie.
This is Andy.

Nice to meet you.
And you.

Eh, you want to grab
a bite with us?
Oh.

Uh, I'd love to, but I-I
promised Gary I'd be home early.

And I'm not.
(laughs)

Hope I see you again.
See you.
All right.

Gary?

Gary?

Hey.
(whining)

Hey.

(beeping)

As the prosecutor, do you know
if anyone Condon scammed

ever threatened
his life?

Anyone who might
seek revenge?

Some generic hate mail
but nothing specific

and nothing we felt needed
further investigation.

If it was pretty clear
Condon was guilty

of fraud, why
was he let off?

We got the wrong judge.

Judge Brooks is... is one
of those by-the-book guys.

He used some

arcane interpretation of the law
to clear Condon.

You should speak with him.

I didn't like Condon
for what he did.

The guy was
an upper-echelon crook.

But the law is the law.

So you think he was guilty?

My personal opinion doesn't
matter. That's not why I'm here.

You read my book?

Didn't even know it was there.

I thought you'd enjoy it, sir.

Thank you, Elliot.
What's it about?

Abnormal behavior.

I've always found that term
a bit redundant.

Me, too.
Me, too.

(door opens)
DAN:
Judge Brooks,

you've got Millard
in five minutes

and then the hearing
for People v. Barbaro.

Yeah.

This is my way of saying
it's time for you both to go.

Oh, of course.

Yeah, don't worry.
He does the same thing to me.

I'd forget to eat lunch
without Dan.

Thank you for your time.
Mm-hmm.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

So Condon's guilty
but gets off.

No known people who'd want
to hurt him, a grieving wife.

It may not be
revenge, which means

we may not have our
connection with Dino

and even less of an idea of how
to pinpoint the two of hearts.

I want to go see a friend
who may be able to help.

Great. I'll drive.
Uh, alone.

He works undercover.

Um, I'm a cop.

Um, he isn't.

So-so you get
to come everywhere with me,

but I can't go with you?

You just go do what you do.

(door buzzer sounds)

(buzzer sounds)

(buzzer sounds)

And I thought
you retired.

(chuckles)

Look at you.

So academicy.

Why does that sound
like an insult?

'Cause it is.

You think it's someone

who found out you're CIA?

Was CIA.

Potato, potahto.
Don't make it personal.

I'm just saying it's possible.
Because he used a
theme from your book?

Motif.

Maybe he's a fan
of your writing.
Whatever.

Maybe when your case is over,
you'll return to your calling.

World's gotten scarier
since you left.

I'll take whatever
you can get on the victims.

It's a shame.

You were the best operative
I ever worked with.

Oh, I bet you say that
to all your old colleagues.

Integrity, loyalty,

and balls...
You had it all.

Until I realized I didn't.

No room for relationships
in our business.

That's why I'm single.

You're single because no woman

in her right mind
would marry you.

That, too.

(phone buzzes)

(siren whooping,
helicopter blades whirring)

(overlapping chatter)

Nobody comes or goes.
Canvass the building.

Okay, Lizzie.
Couple came in
under the name Smith.

Not their first time,
always Thursdays.

Room service waiter
discovered them.

Door was open, and they were
shot at point-blank range.

Got to be an affair.

No married couple'd
have sex in a hotel room

in the middle
of the afternoon.

(garbled radio transmission)

DYLAN:
Do you really think

the Dealer killed them
while they were having sex?

Or did he force them
into this position?

Uh, power and control?
The blood spatter

suggests they were in bed.

Aha. Well, he's enjoying
himself, as demonstrated

by the playing card lodged...
Of all places...

Between Mrs. Smith's,
uh... cheeks.

Glad I'm not bagging it.

(laughs quietly)
Queen of hearts.

Mother of higher love,
powerful, successful.

Detective Needham,
can we, uh...?

Excuse me.

MAN:
Wasn't the queen
of hearts in

Alice in Wonderland?
Yeah, yeah. The antagonist.

Uh, foul-tempered, quick
to hand out death sentences.

Her famous line...
"Off with their heads!"

(groans loudly)

Excuse me.

♪ You treated me bad

♪ And you drove me crazy
(groaning)

♪ It's 36 steps
to the front door... ♪
What was that?

That was Harris,
my last partner,

aka the Wandering Tongue.

Apparently he's got
deep feelings for me.
(scoffs)

I'd love to see how you treat
someone who can't stand you.

Well, it appears our
innocent young Dino

got himself pulled in
for dealing drugs.

Your friend works fast.
Who is he?

Then his mom made a call,
and Dino got let off.

Oh, okay. I'll follow up
with the mom, and don't think

I didn't notice you evading
my question about your friend.

That's all you got?
He's working on more.

Just give him a
little more time.

Explains why Dino was
the king of clubs,

but not how he's connected
to the Smiths or Condon.

Watch out!

(indistinct chatter)

Nobody move!
Shooter's on the mezzanine.

Stay here.
No problem.

NYPD!

Son of a bitch got away.

Yeah.
Aah!

Why would the Dealer stay at
the scene? Was he trapped?

Targeting us?
Maybe he just
wants us to stay away.

Here are the credit card
receipts.
Thanks.

32 of our guests paid with cash.

That's a lot, no?

But not for us.

Where's your
surveillance footage?

Sorry. We removed our cameras.

Our hotel is a luxury,
rendezvous spot.

We protect the privacy
of our clients.
Oh.

How's that working
out for your clients?

So the Dealer knew
the Smiths were cheating.

So we're really sticking
with the Dealer?

It's descriptive and short.

So is the
perp, writer.

So the Dealer knew
the Smiths were cheating,

and in a place
you couldn't be filmed,

so I'd say
a jealous spouse?

Who also knew
Dino and Condon?

Which is why
I didn't say it.

So Dino dealt, Condon stole,
the Smiths cheated.

There's one thing that jumps out
they all have in common.

They're all law-breakers,
criminals, douches.

(laughs)
If that's his beef, he'll have
to kill half of New York.

(laughs)

There's something else they
may all have in common.

Here you go, Lizzie.
Thank you, Jim.

Keith Millard,
aka Mr. Smith.

Arrested seven years ago for
driving while intoxicated.

Jennifer Scott, aka Mrs. Smith,

arrested for child endangerment.

So, they all committed crimes,
but Condon wasn't found guilty.

Neither was Mr. or Mrs. Smith.

Let me try Dino.

Oh.
Huh. Nothing. Sealed.

What? You can't
access sealed documents?

That's why they're sealed.

That's why I have friends.

LIZZIE:
How did you get these?

These court documents
are privileged.

Yeah, so is my friend,
who just sent over these.

I'm finally starting to realize
why you're so intriguing.

You're not just
some boring old professor.

You're... FBI?

CIA?

Door number two.

Case officer?

And paramilitary.

Whoa! You're a tough guy.

Was a tough guy.

Retired?
In '14.

Why?

I had other responsibilities.

Dino Moretti, arrested age 16
for selling dope.

The day before his trial,
the charges were expunged

and the record sealed.

All arrested,
none convicted.

And not because
they were necessarily innocent.

Condon and the Smiths' cases
involved technicalities

or loopholes
their lawyers exploited.

So, the law said the victims
were not guilty,

but the Dealer
thinks differently.

Or he knows differently.

Judge Brooks.
Yeah.

Check and see if Brooks presided
over those other cases.

Mr. Smith, Brooks.

Mrs. Smith...

Brooks.

Dino Moretti.

Judge Gerald Brooks.

Maybe the judge knows
more than he's telling us.

Needless to say, I'm distressed
to learn that I'm the link.

But I would not change
even one of my rulings.

The law can't protect
the innocent

without sometimes helping
the guilty.

So you believe
all the victims were guilty

even though
you made trial decisions

that helped them go free.

I make trial decisions
based on the law,

not what my gut tells me.

Nothing I do on the bench
is personal.

Uh, someone out there
disagrees with you.

And he or she
is taking it personally.

Then I hope for all our sakes
that you catch him...

expeditiously.

Does the queen of hearts

ring any bells
regarding a past case?

I once had a man who thought
he was the prince of Wales.

Otherwise I have not
had any royalty before me.

I will give it thought.

Elliot? Queen of hearts.

Anyone come to mind?
No, sir.

But I can ask Dan to print up
summaries of all your cases.

Much appreciated.

Be prepared.
This might take a while.

So, who's the queen of hearts?

The writer of a romance novel?

Prostitute?
Drag queen?

Any chance it's you?

First of all, why would
my saying "drag queen"

lead you to me?

And second, I don't get treated
like a queen,

and my colleagues don't think
I have a heart, so no.

If you don't get
treated like a queen,

then why are you with Gary?

Yeah, you're right.

None of my business.

I'm sure he's a wonderful guy.

One question, though.

Will Gary mind that you're
out to such a fancy meal

with another man?

Is Gary bigger than me?

That's two questions.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to upset you.

Did you guys have a
fight or something?
Mm.

Gary's not my boyfriend.

He's my dog,
and I have to put him down.

I know it's stupid and crazy

for me to be sitting here,
crying about this

given what we're dealing with
at work.

No, no, no, no. I've had dogs.

When they die,
it's heartbreaking.

Charlie and I rescued him.

My old partner and my fiancé.

He was shot and killed
in the line of duty a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Gary's all I have left
of him, and...

I don't want him to disappear.

It's not fair.

It's...

it's like every day
my heart is growing colder.

I don't mean to unload on you.

No, no. It's-it's okay.

Heart.
You're mourning.

Just give it time.
No.

There's a doctor
Brooks had in his court,

a famous cardiologist.

Charged with vehicular
manslaughter

and found not guilty.

Brooks disallowed
the testimony

of the key witness
for the prosecution

due to some absurd precedent

brought by the defense.
She's got to be

our queen of hearts.

Get someone over to the home
of Dr. Caitlyn Glenroy.

8 East 72nd Street. Now.

Hey.
Ah. Victim's deceased.

He must have shocked her with
the paddles. It's pretty bad.

We must have just missed him.

Which playing card
did he leave?

Uh, there isn't one.

(gasps faintly)

I thought you said
she was dead.

She looked dead.
I-I didn't want to touch her.

No, she's still warm. No pulse.

The shock from the defib
must have knocked her out,

but it didn't kill her.

Not yet.
Tom, the paramedics. Now.

LIZZIE:
You think the Dealer screwed up?

DYLAN:
No, he thought she was dead.

He had no idea we'd
get here this fast.

But why no card?

Is he done?

Has his plan changed?

(phone buzzes)

Brooks' clerks check out.
No priors.

One, two, three.

Joker.
The court jester.

(gasps) He's after Judge Brooks.
Come on.

Everything all right?

Judge hasn't left
the premises.

Is anyone in there?

Just the judge
and his wife.

(shakes door handle)

What are you doing?

You wanted a gun?

Oh, it's okay. I got one.

Do you plan on just watching?
(panting)

Oh, I was afraid kicking
down the door for you

would be disempowering.

Look, we can do it
together, okay?

Ready, on three?
One, two, three.

Are you okay?

I should be asking you that.

Are your clerks here?

Why would they be here?

They're usually
still at the office.

Hardest working clerks
I've ever had.
Court clerks.

The court jester.

Apologies, Your Honor.
Yeah.

Elliot, are you okay?

You're right on time.

Dr. Reinhart,
I thought it would be fitting

for you to witness
the final part

of the idea you helped inspire.

But first, uh...

please put the guns down.

Guns down!

Or I swear I'll kill him.

Okay, Dan.

From one freak
to another, I get it.

If I were you,

I probably would have shot him
through the heart by now.

All those years. Endless hours.

All the hard work you put in
to help bring justice,

and now you think
this guy just undid it all.

Maybe he doesn't
deserve to live.

I know what you're feeling.

Gratitude.

Yes, I was outraged

by the victims' verdicts, but...

reading your book

made me realize

I could do something about it.
And you have.

And now it can end.

Elliot didn't do anything.

Elliot did the legwork
for Judge Brooks

to find those obscure cases.

The shady loopholes

and precedents
to get the criminals off.

Dan, I was just
Hey.

Doing my job.

Please.

A collaborator's
favorite excuse.

Doesn't make you any less guilty

than Dino, Condon, any of them.

But he wasn't in control of it,
unlike the criminals...

and you.

We're all capable
of behaving abnormally.

You've restored what is right.

Those who deserve
to be punished have been,

and justice has been done.

But if you kill Elliot
right now,

you are as guilty
as they are.

You're better than them.

Give me the gun.

No!

(strained breathing)
Hold on, Lizzie.

You okay? Dial 911.

Tell them 10-13.

Do it now.

Cuff that guy.

Hang in there, Lizzie.

Come on, come on.
(handcuffs click)

Come on.
(strained breathing)

Okay, come on.

Okay, when you lay there,
just stay with me, Lizzie.

Stay with me.

She took a bullet to the chest.

She's having trouble breathing.

It could be
a tension pneumothorax.

You got it.

(speaks indistinctly)

(siren wailing)

♪

Hey.

Well, you look terrible.

Expecting "I don't care
how I look" pantsuit

and humdrum flats?

Come in.

Thanks.

So, how are you holding up?

It was a through and
through. I'm fine.

Just a little sore.

Well, a lot sore.

But I wasn't gonna leave
Gary alone any longer.
Oh.

Hey, Gary. (chuckles)
(Gary whines)

Thank you. You saved my life.

You were brave.

Stupid but brave.

That's what I want
on my tombstone.

You nearly got it.
Oh, no, those are for you.

It's like you didn't mind
getting killed,

like you-you didn't care.
(groans)

Spare me the psychobabble.

How's Dan the Dealer?

(chuckles):
He asked for an autograph.

(laughing):
Oh, my God. I know,

it's not... I'm sorry.

At least you're having an impact
on your readers.

Isn't that what
every writer wants?

Stop it. Now.

Do you want some?

Uh, I'm-I'm trying
to lay off the carbs.
Ah.

Hmm.

You know,

I haven't trusted
anyone since Charlie.

So... if the teaching thing
gets boring,

maybe you want to, you know...

I could use a partner
in any form I can get.

Maybe you should have been
a cop.

(sighs) I should have been
a lot of things.

There's still time.

This might be
the perfect opportunity.

Those that can't do and all.

I have a deadline
for my next book,

and I need some new ideas

because apparently my old ones

lack pizzazz and heart.

You're not gonna
believe this.

They fished a body
out of the Hudson last night,

and its heart was missing.

(chuckles)