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I’ll sign us in.

Must see Mrs. Gould.

Mrs. Gould?

Mrs. Gould, I’m sorry. I truly am.

I don’t understand.

I need you to look at each photo…

very carefully.

Look and see if there’s anything strange or…

out of place, anything at all.

I don’t see anything.

Please, I can’t do this right now.

Okay.

It’s got to be now.

There may be something we missed.

Wait.

What?

Here.

This painting, it’s upside down.

• Your men didn’t move this? - No.

Those shots were taken before forensics.

Nothing.

There’s got to be something.

• He moved the screws to rehang it. - Yep.

What the fuck is that?

Switchblade.

Goddamn it.

There must be something.

He didn’t paint the fucking thing.

No, he’s fucking with us, that’s what he’s doing.

See this, this is us.

Just wait a minute.

• Somerset’s climbing on the furniture. - Wait a minute.

You’re kidding me.

Call the print lab.

Oh, man.

Honestly…

have you ever seen anything like this?

The swell pattern tells me that they’re not…

the victim’s fingerprints.

I don’t know, man.

I say he’s whacked enough.

It doesn’t fit.

He doesn’t want to stop.

Who knows.

Freaks out there doing their evil deeds they don’t want to do.

“The voices made me do it”.

“Jodie Foster made me do it”.

It can take 3 days to make a match, so maybe you guys want to cross…

your fingers somewhere else.

You meant what you said to Mrs. Gould, didn’t you?

About catching this guy.

Wish I still thought the way you did.

Tell me what the hell it is you think we’re doing?

Picking up the pieces.

We’re collecting all the evidence, taking all the pictures and samples…

writing everything down…

noting the time things happened.

That’s all?

That’s all.

Putting everything into neat piles and filing it away…

on the off chance it’ll be needed in the courtroom.

Picking up diamonds on a deserted island…

saving them in case we get rescued.

Bullshit.

Even the most promising clues usually only lead to others.

So many corpses roll away unrevenged.

Don’t try to tell me you didn’t get that rush tonight.

I saw you.

We’re getting somewhere.

Wake up, Glimmer Twins.

We got a winner.

He uses the name Victor. His real name is Theodore Allen.

Homicide found his prints at the scene.

He’s got a long history of serious mental illnesses.

He got a very strict Southern Baptist upbringing.

Somewhere along the line they fell short.

Victor dabbled in drugs, armed robbery and assault, spent time…

in prison for the attempted rape of a minor.

His lawyer made sure that didn’t last long. By the way the lawyer was Eli Gould, the “greed” victim.

We’ll stop this today, ladies and germs.

Victor’s been out of circulation for awhile, but we’ve a residence for him.

• You’re not buying this? - Doesn’t seem…

Like our guy, does it?

You tell me.

Our killer seems to have more purpose.

You ever take a bullet?

Never in my thirty-four years, knock on wood.

I’ve only taken my gun out 3 times wanting to use it.

Never pulled the trigger.

Not once.

You?

No, I never took a bullet, but…

I pulled my gun once shot it once.

• Really? - It was my first one of these.

We were a secondary unit.

I was pretty shaky going in i was a rookie.

We bust open the door looking for this junkie, the fucker opened fire on us.

One cop got hit in the arm.

Christ, what was his name?

It spun him like a top… no, Well, more, you know, more like slow motion.

I remember…

riding in that ambulance…

and, well…

he died right there.

Right there.

Christ, what was his fucking name?

SWAT goes before dicks.

They love this.

Police!

Clear!