Simon Hoxley, Europol.
I believe you have something for me.
That is Nicholas Endicott.
- What does it mean? - It means...
I am heading to New York City.
I attract caring and positive people into my life.
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I'm telling you, these infirmary hours have been
like a soothing, tingly balm on the psyche.
- You've said as much. - No, I didn't.
But one steps into a medical setting,
and it all floods back like a Proustian memory.
The alcohol, the iodine...
Stabbing in the yard.
Patient highly agitated. We need to stabilize.
- The blood. - Mr. David, a little help here.
Looks like he may have nicked his brachial artery.
- I could help. - Shut up.
You know, if you can't stop the bleeding, you'll lose the arm.
Don't you think I know that?
Damn it!
Let me help.
Hold him still.
Get Whitly out of here now!
So your sister moves out,
and you want to celebrate over dinner?
As delightful a houseguest as Birdie was,
she will be even more delightful
in the garden apartment of our Murray Hill building.
Now we can have a conversation without speaking in code.
Well, I just got a case, so...
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, your sister has already RSVP'd, and I know
things have been tense between you two.
Ainsley and I may have had it out,
but... it was constructive.
We're Whitlys. No one does this murder stuff better than us.
Oh, I have no idea what that means.
But I will see you at 7:00.
I'll be there at 8:00.
Shooting was the cause of death. Hanging was accidental.
The vic got caught up as she fled.
Her name's Holly Corso, age 35.
She was the boat's chief steward.
Chief stew runs the interior crew.
The boatswain runs the exterior crew.
It's supervisory.
Takes a lot of experience to earn that title.
And the passengers?
No, it's too early for charter season.
They just made the Atlantic crossing,
stopped for repairs, got caught up with the weather.
The crew was out barhopping,
found Holly when they rolled back in
about 4:00 this morning.
Holly's face was made up for a night out,
but she stayed in.
Yeah, the crew said she changed her mind last minute.
Which means she was contacted by someone she knows.
This murder was personal.
My stars, that was a tit bit louder than I expected.
Sorry to interrupt.
No, do go on.
Actually, don't bother.
This murder wasn't personal.
And who the hell are you?
Simon Hoxley.
Europol. Just observing.
With your commissioner's permission, of course.
Yeah, you're that guy. The MindSleuth.
Detective Tarmel. I hear you're quite the workhorse
over at Major Crimes.
And if you've read my book,
quite the brains as well.
Can't argue with you there.
Detective Powell. Young. Accomplished.
- Enchanté. - No.
And Lieutenant Gil Arroyo.
The man who took down The Surgeon.
And then took in his son, Malcolm Bright,
as a protégé.
Apologies for stepping on your toes.
Being The Surgeon's son, you're inclined to see
murder as personal because for you...
it always is.
All right, then.
What do you see?
Our killer met Ms. Corso on the top deck
and shot her twice. Simple. Precise.
The victim was left hanging, which shows
the killer's indifference.
You failed to see what is staring you in the face.
A targeted assassination.
You don't have nearly enough information
to call this a professional hit.
Don't I?
The only way you could come to that conclusion is...
is if this murder wasn't the first of its kind.
Is that why you're really here?
Are you trying to profile me?
Aim a little lower, Whitly.
Do you have anything concrete to share?
Because observer or not, this is my crime scene.
Overseas, I was investigating a courier chain
that moves illicit goods all over the world.
Drugs, guns, and perhaps
a particularly gruesome dead body.
As my investigation gained traction,
someone started killing the links in the chain
one by one, including Ms. Corso.
You're saying our vic smuggled a dead body?
Possibly.
Although, as I said...
I don't want to step on anyone's toes.
Why is Europol so interested in this murder? Sir...
This is under the NYPD's jurisdiction,
but I will say that this murder may relate to my investigation,
which could be the crime of the century.
Oh, come on, you can't just throw that out there
and not give us a little more.
All right, Ms. Whitly.
I caught this particular snake by the tail
near Lake Peipus in Estonia.
Lake Peipus? Isn't that where...
And once I find the head of the snake, I will also find
the person who killed this woman, who killed others like her,
and who killed the American billionaire Nicholas Endicott.
Do you have any suspects?
How much trouble are we in? I mean, this guy is
supposed to be like a modern Sherlock Holmes.
That's a little generous.
Then how did he figure out Endicott wasn't killed overseas?
We said no more secrets.
I knew the body couldn't be found here,
but I didn't exactly put it in a suitcase, get on a plane
and dump it in an Estonian lake all by myself.
So how'd you do it?
With Nicholas Endicott's help.
Sophie Sanders told me how he covered up his crimes
using a network of couriers.
Most of them had no idea what they were moving
or who they were working for.
The number was right there in his phone.
So you used Endicott's own courier network
to dump his body.
Seemed like the most elegant solution.
Yeah.
Except everyone who transported the body is dead.
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Not everyone.
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These two.
I can help with that.
Oh, you don't have to.
Thank you.
You know how it is.
They never tell you what you're picking up.
You're not supposed to ask questions, but...
how do you know what to expect if you don't ask?
And I just asked a question.
It's okay.
Hey, dude, don't worry.
We got it from here.
She reminded me of Sophie.
Endicott always seemed to find vulnerable people he could manipulate.
She's still out there.
Then... you better find her before the MindSleuth does.
I don't like being ambushed.
If this case leads to Endicott's killer,
I deserve to know before some bozo at New York One.
I withheld information from you, and for that I apologize.
But Endicott did try to kill you,
and you were one of the last people to see him alive.
- Therefore... - You think I murdered him?
I was busy bleeding out over at New York Presbyterian when he went missing.
That's a hell of an alibi.
You've been close to the Whitlys for decades now.
And it's no secret that Endicott was cozying up to America's
favorite murderous family.
I didn't have anything to do with Endicott's death, and neither did Jessica.
Jessica. Endicott's final paramour.
I'm sensing you two have a little...
history.
Which gives you both motive.
What we both found out is what kind of a man he was.
The way I feel is, if Endicott was killed in my city,
on my watch, I want to know who did it.
Lieutenant Arroyo...
you do not disappoint.
I'd feel the same way.
You know, Europol agents aren't able to make arrests.
But it would be my honor
to watch you put the cuffs on Mr. Endicott's killer.
Deal?
Deal.
Our crew's alibi checks out,
but they did say Holly was living large.
Our vic was a spender.
Makes sense if she was smuggling on the side.
You know, I've been thinking,
these private yachts, they have to be ready for anything, right?
That means food, booze.
They got a lot of cold storage.
Now, normally, that's the chef's domain,
but on a transatlantic crossing...
Holly could have stored Endicott's body in the walk-in.
How do you know so much about yachts?
I watch a lot of Below Deck.
Anyway, we find out what was delivered,
we find the next link in the chain.
Good thinking.
So I guess that, uh, Hoxley guy's along for the ride on this one, huh?
At least he's the real deal.
If you look past the hocus-pocus,
you'll notice he's had a lot of lucky breaks in his career.
So when you profile a killer, it's for real,
but when Hoxley does it, it's a magic trick?
Says the guy who bought his book.
Maybe what our boy Bright needs is a moniker.
Like, uh...
BrainHacker.
- Professor Profile. - Captain CrimeFighter.
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- You got something? - Uh, no.
Nothing yet.
My boy! It's okay. I'm alone.
So...
a globe-trotting killer
is murdering his own... couriers?
And the agent thinks it's the same person who killed Endicott.
So I need to out think him before he gets too close.
But if the murderer kills this courier
who saw your face, maybe that works in your favor.
I'm just floating an idea.
No. That woman does not deserve to die.
Yes, excellent point, of course.
So, uh, who's this...
Eurotrash investigator they've sent?
It's Simon Hoxley.
The MindSleuth?
The one and only.
Ooh, boy.
He's got a perfect track record.
Perfect conviction rate. Perfect teeth.
For a Brit.
This is not helpful.
You know, for years, he tried to interview me,
but I wasn't interested.
That's why I barely earned a passing mention
- in his book. - Can we focus?
Please?
I am deceiving my team, and I'm currently
breaking into a seafood processing plant.
I should not be doing any of these things.
Yeah, well, your family is at stake.
If you want to get ahead of Simon Hoxley,
you're gonna have to be ruthless.
Yeah, well, I can think ruthless.
I don't know if I can be ruthless.
Okay, so let's think ruthless.
Why a seafood fac...
Oh...
Oh, I bet they vacuum-sealed and flash-froze
Mr. Endicott like a big-eye tuna.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Yeah, well, your father has skills, my boy.
I just wish more people would utilize them. I tell you what.
Why don't I break out,
take care of Hoxley...
I'm not hearing any of this.
And then we all go on the run together!
No, no, no, no, no.
So you're saying that's a no?
I'm sorry about this.
Be ruthless.
You're not their main supplier,
but we still have to cover all our bases.
Well, fine, but our crew's gone home.
We're gonna need your records on personnel, too.
We got a body!
Oh, God.
That's Brian.
Brian Tamishiro.
I'm calling it in.
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You got here fast.
I was in the neighborhood.
Why is your arm wet?
Oh...
Uh...
if you really want to know, there was a, um,
cab and a pothole
and water and...
Hey, this the victim?
The dead man? Yes.
Good catch.
The victim is Brian Tamishiro. He worked as a delivery driver,
but he also did packing and shrink-wrapping.
Endicott's body never showed much evidence of freezer burn,
so the shrink-wrapping and flash-freezing were
likely done here.
I'm never buying frozen fish again.
Vic was shot twice, and as a bonus,
the killer took his thumb.
Initial blood spatter is contained.
And Brian was here after the shift finished, which means
he stayed late to meet someone.
I believe the victim knew his attacker.
Now...
the missing thumb.
The killer took the thumb because he needed it.
I'll wager we haven't recovered a phone yet.
I was gonna say the same thing.
And you'd both be right... No phone.
It'll be an older model with a print scanner
instead of facial recognition.
Otherwise, the killer would have taken the whole head.
Yes.
Yes, we are lucky that that's not the case.
The killer will use the phone to locate the next link
in the chain.
Maybe we can get there first.
Save whoever it is.
I was going to say the same thing.
Look at that, you guys agreeing on something.
When a crime scene is this obvious,
so are the conclusions.
Or perhaps the scene is obvious
because it was designed to be?
Dr. Capshaw, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Nice work with the pans. Thank you.
What is it?
The, um...
the patient from earlier.
He had a bleed in his subclavian.
He-he died.
Ten minutes after he got to the trauma center.
Damn.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry?
The Surgeon?
A surgeon.
I once was a doctor like you.
Yeah, with a complete lack of regard for human life.
Not complete.
I've gotten that call.
It hurts.
You don't believe me?
You killed 23 people.
Never on my operating table.
Church and state, Dr. Capshaw.
I never mix business and pleasure.
How can you separate the two?
Perhaps that was my...
particular brand of madness.
I'm here, after all.
As are you.
It's a job.
You're better than this place.
Well, tell me, h-h-how did you end up here?
They told me you'd do this.
Do what?
Lure me in.
Manipulate me.
It's not happening, Whitly.
I'm in charge.
Do we understand each other?
Yes.
I believe we do.
Good.
The blood drain's clogged.
Wipe up the floor, and you can go.
It would be my pleasure.
Good Lord, that is excellent!
American women make better cocktails,
and I'll fight anyone who disagrees.
Just keep piling on the charm,
and maybe I won't notice that you are here with an agenda.
Mm, another great American quality.
- Getting down to brass tacks. - Well...
I know you think Nicholas was killed in New York,
and I was one of the last people to see him alive,
so your curiosity is understandable.
Hmm. I'm glad you feel that way.
But, sadly...
I can't offer any insight on Nicholas's death.
Now, how did a clever woman like you
get entangled with so many homicidal men?
So we're already down that road, are we?
You must've been furious when your latest paramour
turned out to be a murderous thug.
Jessica Whitly... played for a fool...
yet again.
So... I killed Nicholas.
Perhaps I did it...
after his thug stabbed Gil in the gut
and I sat by my dying friend in the hospital.
Or... maybe...
during Gil's surgery!
I took a little trip to the snack machine
and lured Nicholas back to my lair and killed him.
Right here.
But most likely, Detectives Powell, Tarmel and I
stayed by Gil's side as he clung to life.
Is that alibi sufficient for you?
I cannot believe I made you a martini.
Well, I am very honored
to have been invited to your home.
It's quite perfect.
Yes, it is.
Which is why it's puzzling
you would even suggest
that Nicholas Endicott was killed here.
I was just...
I never would have imagined that this very room
might be the scene of the crime.
- Oh... - His throat was slit, you know.
A bloody business that is.
And now I'm noticing this brand-new rug.
It's less sun-drenched than its counterpart.
I've met some terrifying men in my day...
so if you're trying to scare me,
you're gonna have to do better than this.
Now...
I hope you enjoy your stay in New York.
I intend it to be a short trip.
Family meeting. Now.
You should have called me the second he showed up.
Because that wouldn't have seemed suspicious.
She has a point.
You have no idea what I've been doing to keep this family safe.
No, we don't. Because you do not let us in.
Oh, well, what would you like to know?
How I've been dishonest with my team?
Or maybe you'd like to know about the thumb in my freezer.
- Wait, what? - I do not want to know that.
Just "letting you in."
Okay, well, I for one
think we've done a pretty good job
in regards to this murder.
Are you listening to yourself?
Oh, come on, you know what I mean.
Do you even see what you are doing to him?
What you have done to all of us by killing Nicholas?
I was trying to save us.
Stop. Stop.
If we have any hope of getting out of this,
we need to stick together.
From here on out, nobody talks to Simon Hoxley.
He has our whole family in his crosshairs,
and we will sink or swim together.
Got it?
Got it.
The problem is,
there's one more member of the Whitly family.
My, my.
How far The Surgeon has fallen.
Mm, missed a spot.
Now this... is a real dump.
Another interview request?
You just can't take "no" for an answer.
Official business this time.
As an agent of Europol.
Not The New York Times best-selling author.
What did you call yourself again?
The Brain Puzzler?
MindSleuth.
I'm sorry you weren't featured in the book.
My editor told me to trim the fat.
The critics loved it, though.
It was even made into a movie.
Ah, a TV movie.
You saw it, then.
I'm glad they're keeping you entertained in here.
Oh, did I say I was entertained?
You'll certainly be featured in my next book.
I'm still working on the title.
Sins of the Father is a little too on the nose.
There's just no snappy way of saying,
"The Whitly family murdered Nicholas Endicott."
The family that slays together stays together?
I see you're still using humor to deflect your fear.
Of you? The Brain Fart?
You're afraid for your family.
After all, you molded them,
- you turned them all into... - What the hell is this?
Dr. Capshaw.
Meet the Mind Putzer.
Simon Hoxley. Enchanté.
My, my, a beautiful doctor in this cesspool?
With The Surgeon?
He needs to finish his work.
Two minutes. Please.
Or do I have to call your administrator,
say you're being a problem?
You're being rude, Hoxley.
How about this for rude?
Your family couldn't possibly pull off
killing Nicholas Endicott without your help.
They don't have your killer instinct.
Oh, you should see my ex at a charity auction.
Enough jokes!
What did you tell them?
How to clean up a crime scene?
How to dismember a body for transport?
What was that?
Do I detect a little glimmer of... paternal pride?
Of course.
Your son Malcolm.
He studied murder at your knees,
and now he's passed his first real test
by killing Nicholas Endicott.
Oh. And Daddy's proud.
Just leave my son alone.
Your anger is an admission of his guilt.
Tell me something.
How will you feel when I lock him away for life?
When you see him like a useless husk of a man...
just like his father.
- Just... - Whitly.
Your shift is over. It's time to go.
You really shouldn't have interrupted me.
- I'm going to have to call your... - Already did.
I told my administrators that I was gonna kick your ass out of here.
If they didn't like it, fire me.
They didn't fire me.
Stay away from my family.
Okay.
Her contact is in here somewhere,
but I'll have to be fast.
Now...
did you know that you can't unlock a phone
without a bioelectric current?
Geolocation will pinpoint us in 60 seconds, so...
Got it!
Whitly! I know you're in there.
Whitly!
Fancy yourself as a bit of a white knight, do you?
Technically, that's a footman's sword.
Dull-edged, but designed to pierce armor.
A metaphorical choice for a profiler.
Do you think our occupation gives us an edge...
were we to plan a murder?
You may as well just come out and say it.
Fine.
You killed him. It's as clear as day.
What about motive?
Why would I kill Nicholas Endicott?
To protect your sister, to avenge your mother,
to keep your father comfy at Claremont.
You all had something to gain.
It was a family affair.
You want to pierce some armor?
I'll tell you what I see.
A man desperate to cobble a case together
in the hopes of saving his fading reputation.
You haven't solved a case in years,
MindSleuth is in the bargain bin,
and that Patek Philippe,
while being a very good dupe,
is a knockoff nonetheless.
Even that scarf is showing its age.
I assure you, I'm quite comfortable in my station.
You're washed-up. Holly and Brian's deaths
are just a means to an end,
another way to get your face in the paper.
Which makes you as phony as that wristwatch.
Thank you, Mr. Whitly.
I will let you know when I obtain the search warrant
for your mother's house.
On what grounds?
Endicott's throat was slashed.
Perhaps the murder weapon
is still among your mother's silver.
Tell me,
did you use it to carve the roast at Christmas dinner?
You'll never be a white knight.
You're still just a scared little boy,
hungry for Daddy's love.
Au revoir.
Don't try anything.
You're not the first psycho I've picked up.
Thanks for trusting me.
Just drive to Grand Central.
We have to get you out of town.
Can I at least pick up some stuff?
Sorry.
Whoever's doing this might already be watching your place.
I remember you now.
Yeah, you were nice,
but I could tell you were going through a thing.
Yeah.
You weren't allowed to ask questions.
Maybe I should have asked more, since that pickup
was around the last time I heard from Mr. Endicott.
Which means I am supremely screwed.
Mr. Endicott was not a good man.
You're not the first young woman whose life he ruined.
Like that's supposed to make it okay?
This is not the way to Grand Central.
Sorry, I'm, like, freaking out.
But you're not, are you?
You changed lanes smoothly, used your signals.
You only had one hand on the wheel,
which is pretty remarkable, considering...
This is how I drive.
Uh, maybe we could take the highway?
But you missed that, too.
You're going to the waterfront.
That's where you killed Holly.
You're not a link in the chain.
You ran the chain.
Relax.
One more thing, and it'll all be over.
Hoxley.
He's waiting for you at the yacht, isn't he?
I won't let you hurt him.
We can go to the police.
- I have connections. I can help... - You can't.
Now, I'm gonna go take care of our little Europol problem.
All you have to do is get out of the car
and literally do nothing.
Or I'll kill you.
Your choice.
Cool it!
Chill, lady! Chill!
Stop right there.
How did you know I was here?
We need to get out of here now.
- You're being set up. - Stay back.
You are here to kill the last link in the chain, Natalie.
She's ready to come in,
but she's terrified, and now I know why.
You don't understand, she's here.
She's going to kill you.
Who was that?
The head of the snake.
We're going to be killed by a millennial?
What a twist.
Follow me.
Obviously.
- Oh, God. - Come here. Come on.
I can't die in Brooklyn.
Don't you carry a gun?
Don't you?
I'm British.
It's just a through-and-through.
- You'll be okay. - Not the cashmere.
Okay.
Now, stay down. I'll draw her away.
Oh, God.
Drop the gun. Grab my hand.
How can I trust you? I know what you did.
Please! There's no other way.
Didn't see you there.
That's okay.
I know you had a long night.
Turned out she was in pretty deep with Endicott,
and we know how he used people.
It's looking like she just...
had enough and killed him.
I...
I tried to save her.
I know.
You did good work here.
He had some help.
I just gave my statement to Detectives Powell and Tarmel.
Now I'm off for some rest,
relaxation and painkillers.
You are always welcome here.
Just call first.
Lieutenant Arroyo, I promise I will try.
Glad you're here.
I wanted to apologize.
- I got so defensive of my family... - No, stop.
It's you who should have the apology.
Threatening you with a paring knife was so dramatic.
What was I thinking?
"Those who mine darkness
see shadows where there are none."
That's from MindSleuth.
You have read my book.
And I'll read the next one.
Oh. That's kind.
But there's nothing sexy about the silver medalist.
You solved this one.
Not true.
You were the one who tied Endicott to the courier network,
followed the murder trail from Estonia to Manhattan.
I was more of a supporting character.
- More Lestrade to your Sherlock. - Hmm.
You found the head of the snake.
It's almost as if my investigation forced
the head of the snake to come back and eat her own tail.
Sounds like a best seller.
Maybe.
But the press is so fickle.
I haven't booked an appearance in years.
I might be able to help with that.
- _ - Tell me, what was it like
to finally catch the woman that murdered Nicholas Endicott?
It felt like something we all needed.
Closure.
I go into more detail in my new book
The Ouroboros Murders.
Named after the ancient symbol of a snake eating its own tail.
Hmm. That's a brilliant title.
It really is. Yeah.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed that
- a little too much. - Of course I did.
I got to put this Endicott mess behind us.
And the prime-time slot.
To getting away with murder.
Oh...
How about... To keeping it in the family?
I'll drink to that.
To family.
Mr. David?
I was dreaming about Versailles, so this had better...
Dr. Capshaw.
I sent Mr. David to check on another patient.
I assure you we're very alone.
So, I don't know
what plans you had for my suture scissors...
but I need them back.
I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.
Then you can't think very much of me.
You don't have the slightest clue what I think of you.
I won't ask you again.
I'm doing you a favor, Whitly.
If you're caught with those scissors,
14 days in isolation.
Neither of us want that, do we?
Good boy.
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