Instinct

Previously onInstinct...My name is

Professor Dylan Reinhart. Welcome to Intro to Psychopaths.

Detective Elizabeth Needham, NYPD.

We're hoping your expertise

can help us find out who the killer is.

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.

You're gonna be a great father.

And child would be lucky to have you and Andy

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?

Oh, 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?

Uh-huh. 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.

Oh, 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.

Uh, media called her Robo Boss.

Apparently she remained emotionally disconnected

from her employees and pretty much everyone.

Oh, 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.

Ugh, 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?

Oh. He won't leave.

Sergeant Harris, aren't you just a little happy

to see me?LIZZIE: Detective Needham.

Ian Bridgecroft, Bridgecroft Security.

Uh, you set up the system here?

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

My system is airtight, with triple redundancies.

Uh-huh. Uh, 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.

Eh...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.

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

Who's "we"? Oh.

It's a figure of speech. Um, I'mtalking to everyone