Instinct (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Stay Gold - full transcript

Previously on Instinct.

My name is professor Dylan Reinhart.

Welcome to Intro to Psychopath.

Detective Elizabeth Needham, NYPD.

You're not just some
boring old professor.

You're CIA? Retired.

Welcome to the team, Mr. Reinhart.

What,
you can't access sealed documents?

That's why they're sealed.

- That's why I have friends.
- Don't tell me you need Intel,

and the NYPD is slowing you down.



As their dads.

- Just in case.
- If I were to call,

what would I call you?

Julian.

Was the evidence
in that live-streaming case

properly obtained?

You should not punish
Lizzie for my mistake.

You should fire me.

Jogger found her.

Whoever did this

took the time
to make her look comfortable.

Right after he bashed her head in.

Maybe he staged it this way
to throw us off.

Or maybe they murdered her
and felt guilty after.



Killer's remorse.

Killer's remorse?
Don't get all intellecty on me.

"Intellecty"?

What are you, Dr. Dylan Reinhart?

While there are five major
psychiatric disorders,

I think there should be
a sixth: Happiness.

Happiness is statistically abnormal.

Think about it, do you know
more happy people or unhappy?

And what the hell is happiness anyway?

What makes me happy
may not make you happy.

Hello? Hello? Who's there?

Who's out there?

I-I can't open this.

Help me! Please, someone.

It won't open.

Help me! Please!

Dear old Epicurus may have
defined happiness

as the supreme good, but he also
cautioned his followers

that being happy ain't easy.

Spoiler alert, life often sucks.

Like you getting suspended
from the police department?

Happens to the best of us.

You know, we have people

to take crime scene photos.

What are you thinking?

Hey!

Stop!

Look out!

Watch it!

This would've been so much
easier if you'd just stayed put.

Happiness means different things
to different people.

Take narcissists.
Go ahead, take them. Ha ha.

Narcissists' self-esteem

is based on being better than you.

So if you fail, they're happy.

Do we have any narcissists in this room?

Come on. I know you're out there.

More than six percent of the population

have Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Jenny. Stand up.

If you promise to speak honestly with me,

I will let you choose your grade
for this semester. Sound good?

Deal.

Okay. So you can either

have a B-plus
and everybody else gets an A,

or you can have a B-minus,

and everybody else gets a C.

If I take the B-plus, I'll have
the lowest grade in the class?

But it's still a B-plus.

Or you could have a B-minus,

and all these slackers get a C.

Take the B-plus!

B-minus, all the way.

Ha ha.

Congratulations, Jenny,

you are now top of the class,

and subjectively happy.

See you Thursday.
Thank you all very much.

There you are.

Way to go, Needham.
I'll take it from here.

- Couldn't have done it without you.
- Sergeant Harris.

Sarge, what's going on?

Another body. Up there.

And across the street
from our first victim.

Looks like we've caught a
not-so-remorseful spree killer.

Come on. You're going to jail.

I'm here to see Detective Needham.

Thank you.

No way, Reinhart. You know the rules.

Lieutenant Gooden forbade you
from all crime scenes.

I know. Nice to see you, too.

Professor Psychopath.

You can't be here, Lou's orders.

That's what I told him.

He doesn't listen very well.

- I'll get rid of him.
- Here you go, Sarge.

You coming?

You're gonna get me into trouble.

Vic is Justine Crowley, 32,
a Steve Jobs-level genius

who believed human immortality
is achievable.

Perhaps motivated by
death anxiety, a fear of death,

sometimes called thanatophobia,

not to be confused with necrophobia,

which is a fear of others
who are dead or dying.

What do you call a fear
of dying from boredom?

Um, thaasophobia.

The vic started this business
to help people live longer.

Media called her Robo Boss.

Apparently she remained
emotionally disconnected

from her employees
and pretty much everyone.

So you two have something in common.

Her husband saw the machine was
on when he arrived this morning,

with a meditation stick locking her in.

He opened it and found the vic inside.

A cryotherapy chamber.

Some believe it's the fountain of youth.

A fountain that spits out

nitrogen vapor at 200 degrees
below Fahrenheit,

engulfing whoever's inside.

On the plus side, you'll look super.

Maximum time is three minutes.

We don't know yet how long

she was in there. Possibly hours.

Hey, hey.

You don't have gloves on.

We're processing the entire
staff, including her husband.

Good, because whoever did this
clearly knew her.

I'd say an inside job.

Right.

You follow your theories,

and I'll stick to the facts.

This was not a quick, painless death.

Her heart rate increased,

violent shivering,
disorientation, frostbite.

Whoever did this was angry
at her. Very angry.

While she looks like that,

the other victim
in the photograph you sent me

was carefully laid out.

The same mind could not have
executed both killings.

Their proximity is a
coincidence, which means

there is no spree killer,
and the Upper East Side is safe.

So, lunch?

This gentleman set up
Vim's security system.

What is Reinhart still doing here?

He won't leave.

Sergeant Harris, aren't
you just a little happy

- to see me?
- Detective Needham.

Ian Bridgecroft, Bridgecroft Security.

You set up the system here?

Yeah. I don't know how this could happen.

My system is airtight,
with triple redundancies.

Aside from
the Crowleys, your staff

and the employees here at Vim,

is there anyone else who would
know how to bypass your system?

I created the system
so that couldn't happen.

Everyone who has access is given
their own personal code.

- Okay.
- But

I have my staff
double-checking everything.

Okay. We'll be in touch.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Looks like an inside job.

This is where you say you were right,

because you're always right,

because you're Dr. Dylan Reinhart.

Hello?

Only a sadistic killer would trap a woman

in her own cryo chamber
so she freezes to death.

But sadistic killers like to watch

their terrified victim's reactions.

It arouses them, makes them feel godlike.

This murderer couldn't see her die.

So what does that tell you?

I'm not sure.

But one killing is never enough

for a sadistic murderer.

Whoever did this will kill again.

Two women, both early 30s,
found across the street

from each other, on the same morning.

And you're telling me
they're not connected?

I don't believe so, no.

Road Runner's alibi checked out.

He took off because he broke parole,

was afraid that you might arrest him.

See, that's why I didn't sprint.

'Cause I felt he was clean, in here.

I'm surprised you can
feel anything in there

with all that fried food you eat.

Fucci, you take the sleeping victim

- in the park case.
- All right.

On it. Gonna call the vic Rip Van Winkle.

No, you're not.

Lizzie, you stick to the frozen vic.

We're talking to everyone
who had access to...

Who's "we"?

It's a figure of speech.
Um,