- Come on. You gotta keep up.
[laughs] - No fair.
- Yeah! Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Whoa! [laughs]
We're not gonna get in trouble?
- Nobody comes here. - Okay.
Wait up.
[tense music]
Yo. - [laughs]
It's nice, right? - Yeah.
- All right. Check this out.
[laughs] - What?
- I know, right?
Let's just light this bad boy up.
Wait.
- Whoa. - And...
[grunts] [splashes]
[thuds]
Whoa! - Yes!
- Whoo!
- What if we did them together? - Dude, yes.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - All right.
Here--you take one. - Okay.
- All right, let's do this at the same time.
- One, two, three. [grunts]
[both thud]
- Oh-oh! - Whoo-hoo!
Gimme another one, man. Come on.
- Dude--dude--dude. - Gimme another one.
- Dude, dude. - What?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[phone chirps]
- What's up?
- Uh, OA's gonna come and grab me.
We gotta go upstate. New case.
- How soon's he gonna be here?
- Um, probably in a few minutes.
- Aww. That's too bad.
I was gonna make you some scrambled eggs.
- Oh.
Yeah, but are they any good?
- I think they're spectacular.
- [laughs]
I knew you'd say that. Next time.
- Hey, how would you feel
about OA giving me a ride uptown?
Save me a walk to the subway.
- Uh...
[tense music]
I haven't--I haven't said anything to him.
♪ ♪
I just think that we should keep this
between us for the moment.
You know, keep things simple.
- Okay.
Sure. Better get going.
- Okay. Hey, hey, hey.
Listen. I'm sorry.
I just--I am not ready to do that.
- That's okay. It's okay.
It's not a problem.
I get it.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- See you.
- See you later.
[indistinct chatter]
- Female, late 20s.
M.E. says she didn't die under the water.
Strangled, possibly raped.
Body's bound with wire
and weighted to stay underwater.
[ominous music]
- Careful, whoever he is.
- We've got some divers searching the lake bottom.
M.E. found tattoos on the corpse
that matched a missing persons report.
Beatriz Santos from Connecticut.
Just over the state line. That's why we called you.
- Thank you. We'll take it from here.
[indistinct chatter]
- Uh, what's going on?
Looks like they found something.
Is that another body?
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- We're gonna need another bag.
We got another one.
- Step out.
We're gonna wait until he's on his back.
Hold on.
- There's somebody still down there.
- So three bodies.
- Someone's been busy.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- The FBI defines serial murder as the unlawful killing
of two or more victims at separate events
by the same offender or offenders.
Welcome to Tuesday morning.
Our first victim is Beatriz Santos.
Married, 28.
Reported missing by her husband eight days ago.
M.E. says she was killed shortly after being abducted.
Most likely she was sexually assaulted as well.
- I bet I know the answer but any DNA?
- Not after being underwater a week.
- Our second victim: Mona Kitberg.
Also late 20s, married.
Disappeared five weeks ago.
And our third is DeAnne Carlisle--
uh, married, 20s.
Disappeared eleven weeks ago.
M.E. says all three were strangled
but cannot confirm sexual assault
on Kitberg and Carlisle.
Too much time in the water.
- No, but we should assume that it happened.
- So ERT is on the scene, doing that thing they do.
Meanwhile, we need footage--
surveillance cams, security video, traffic cams
for a five-mile radius around the crime scene, yeah?
- I mean, it's pretty country up there.
Not much cameras.
- Which is why we also need dumps
from cell phone towers in the area.
- That'll take subpoenas. We'll get started on 'em.
- All right, second. What connects the victims?
They're all from the same area,
so we know that's his hunting ground.
But why did he choose these women?
We figure that out, we'll find him.
So we need full backgrounds on the women--
friends, family, husbands, criminal records.
- DeAnne Carlisle was murdered three months ago.
Mona Kitberg, a month back.
And Beatriz Santos, last week.
This guy is on the hunt.
Do not waste any time.
[tense synth music]
- Let's go to work.
- So I've been looking at it...
- Jubal. - Yeah?
- All three victims were married, right?
- Yeah. Why?
- When they were found, they didn't have wedding rings on.
♪ ♪
- None of them? - Nope.
[indistinct chatter]
- So he takes the ring as a trophy.
What does that mean?
- Ring means romance, right?
- Mm, possession in a way.
Maybe he wants to feel like
he's stealing them from their husbands.
- Okay, so if he's sexually obsessed,
then maybe he observed them first.
Jubal, we'll go talk to Santos's husband,
see if knows anyone with eyes on her.
- Jubal. - Uh, yeah.
Yeah. That sounds good.
I'll tell Scola and Tiffany
to talk to the husbands of the other victims.
[tense music]
The wire used to tie up the victims,
that wasn't 14-gauge electrical wiring
tied with a square knot, was it?
♪ ♪
- Good guess.
- Thanks.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hey, uh, this is ASAC Jubal Valentine
from the New York office.
Uh, can I speak to your SAC, Rina Trenholm please?
All right, great. Thanks.
- Enjoy.
Hey, Rina.
- Hey, you.
- Hi, how you doing? - Hi.
- Uh, I got you a coffee.
- Oh, thanks. - [clears throat]
You still take it black?
- You know it. - [chuckles] Yeah.
Thanks for coming. - Yeah.
No, I was actually in the city anyway.
I've got a Cybercrime task force meeting in midtown.
- Oh, good. How are things in Newark?
You've been SAC for what? Two years now, right?
- Yeah. Uh, it's good.
It's busy. - Yeah, yeah.
- So what's up? You wanted to talk.
- Yeah. Uh...
You remember Cory McMay?
Raped and killed that woman upstate?
- Ah. Yeah, Jubal.
I remember Cory McMay. What about him?
- We caught a serial murder case.
Three women, raped and killed.
Bound with wire.
The same kind McMay used, 14-gauge electrical.
- Wow. And?
- All three of 'em were missing a wedding ring.
Which McMay's victim was missing hers.
At the time, we thought that was irrelevant but now--
- Yeah, and now you're thinking it isn't. Why?
- Also the bodies were found in north Westchester.
Which is where McMay lived.
And--and the bodies were tied with a square knot,
which McMay used.
- Right. I use a square knot, Jubal.
Did I kill them? - Uh...
uh...
- McMay's case was eight years ago.
He's serving 30 to life.
I mean, whoever killed your victims, it wasn't McMay.
- Yeah, yeah. No, no, of course.
But, uh, maybe
he influenced somebody, a copycat type of...
- Yeah.
- Or...
You know, maybe we made a mistake.
[tense music]
- I'm sorry. You think McMay was innocent?
You think we put away the wrong guy?
- It's not impossible.
- Yeah. It is.
It--McMay was a meth head with a history of violence.
He lied on the stand.
And by the way, his DNA was on the murder victim.
- Yeah. And he had an alibi witness.
- Yeah, who nobody believed, including you.
- Well, I mean, can't really trust my--
think we both know there was a lot going on at the time.
I was drinking.
My marriage was collapsing.
- Yeah, no. I remember.
- And you and I were... - Yeah.
I--I remember.
♪ ♪
- Well, like I said, there was a lot going on.
- McMay was solid.
DNA doesn't lie, Jubal. You know that.
- Yeah.
- And the copycat idea, that's interesting.
I'd look into that.
[ominous music]
And Jubal, um...
I'm talking with the deputy director
about the counterterrorism unit about running it.
- Oh, wow.
- It's just talk right now but I'm hopeful.
♪ ♪
People asking awkward questions about an old case won't help.
- Got it. - Yeah?
- Mm. Yeah.
- Good to see you.
♪ ♪
- I can't wrap my head around any of this.
You found Bea in a lake? How did she get there?
- That's what we're trying to find out.
Mr. Santos, can you tell us what happened
the night she disappeared?
- Well, you found two other women, right?
Who are they? - I'm sorry.
We can't talk about the other victims.
- Do you at least have a suspect?
- We can't get into that either.
- Ever since Bea's gone missing,
all you cops can say is "We can't say anything."
Now she's dead and you're giving me the same crap?
I want to know what happened to my wife!
- Sir, we understand that.
Okay? And we want to help.
But the best way for us to do that
is for you to answer our questions.
[ominous music]
Where was your wife the night she disappeared?
♪ ♪
- Bea tends bar at a local restaurant.
You know, farm-to-table and all that.
All right. They close at midnight.
She's usually back by 1:00.
And she texted me that night.
She said she'd be home in 20 minutes.
That's the last I heard from her.
- Okay.
Okay, did she mention anybody stalking or harassing her?
- No, just drunks hitting on her at the bar.
- Did she mention anyone by name?
I mean, somebody that worried her
or was maybe a little too attentive?
- No.
She laughed about it.
And she said she could handle herself.
- What's the restaurant?
- Lilly's in North Salem.
♪ ♪
- Thank you.
- So as maître d',
you're keep an eye on the room all night, yeah?
- That's the job.
- Okay, well, do you remember
anybody hanging around Beatrice Santos,
maybe bothering her around the time she disappeared?
- I don't remember anyone bothering her period.
We serve high-end clientele here.
It's not the corner bar.
- Hm, her husband said
that she got hit on by customers all the time.
- I guess she told her husband more than she told me.
Not that I'm surprised she said it.
- Wait. Why not?
- Bea could be sensitive.
Not every compliment means you're getting hit on.
- Right. It's just interesting.
Her husband didn't describe her like that.
- He didn't work with her.
- That's a cool tattoo.
No, the one on your hand.
- Oh. Thanks, bro.
- Yeah. Where'd you get it?
- Uh, tattoo parlor in Kingston.
Guy said it was a Buddhist symbol.
- Hm. - Kingston.
That's cool.
- Can you give me a minute?
I gotta talk to the kitchen.
both: Yeah, sure. - Go ahead.
[ominous music]
- Buddhist symbol.
- Only if Buddha did five to ten.
That is a prison tattoo, Agent Bell.
- Are you checking for his sheet?
- Mm-hmm.
And Tate's got one.
Convicted of cyberstalking and threatening a woman.
Two years ago, sentenced to four years,
released after nine months.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey! Where's Tate?
- He just ran out the back.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Is he there?
- I don't see him.
- Elise, we need an address.
[brakes screech]
♪ ♪
[high-pitched beeping]
- Is that a smoke detector?
♪ ♪
Lloyd Tate, FBI! Open up!
- Smells like burning.
[doorhandle rattles]
- [grunts]
[high-pitched beeping]
FBI!
♪ ♪
- It's a laptop, OA.
[yelps]
[distant thud]
- [coughing]
[door creaks] - [grunts]
- FBI! Don't move!
[dramatic music]
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- Where are you going, buddy?
[handcuffs rattling]
- I'm guessing there's something on this
you don't want us to see?
- [grunts]
[dramatic music]
- If you wanna destroy your data,
burning your hard drive is a pretty effective way to do it.
- Were you able to recover anything?
- Well, the hard drive's sealed with a rubber gasket.
If the rubber's still intact,
you can usually extract some of the data--
- Yes or no, Ian?
- Yes.
I managed to dig out a few things.
- Whoa.
[buzzer rings]
- Okay, Mr. Tate.
We talked to your parole officer.
And it turns out one of the conditions of your parole
is that he has to approve everything
that you post to social media.
- You know, since you have a habit
of threatening women online.
- You obviously didn't show him some of the posts
that we found on your laptop.
Especially the one where you photoshop Beatriz Santos's head
onto some images of women having sex with animals.
That's a parole violation.
- Those are just memes.
Jokes. They're for a laugh.
- That's a pretty aggressive laugh.
A little rough on Bea Santos, don't you think?
- Well, maybe she earned it. All right?
Maybe I tried to be nice, offer to buy her a drink,
and she treated me like dirt on her shoe?
- So you're upset because she wouldn't let you
buy her a drink.
She was married.
- You think she wouldn't have taken that drink
if I was some handsome, rich guy?
She's a total Stacey.
Looks down on guys like me.
I made some jokes about her.
I should get in trouble for that?
Nobody got hurt.
- Nobody got hurt? She was killed.
- You were working the night that Bea disappeared.
Where'd you go after the restaurant closed?
[ominous music]
- What?
- Where did you go?
- No. No, no, no, no, no.
- That's not an answer.
- I don't know anything about what happened to Bea.
Why would I?
- Because she's a Stacey. You just said so.
- Wait. Wait.
I--
after work that night,
I went to a bar in Katonah, hung out with some friends.
That's where I was. Swear to god.
- Who'd you share those memes with?
- I don't know. I posted them in a chat room.
Anybody could have seen 'em.
♪ ♪
- Hey. Tate's alibi checks out.
He's a creep but he's not our guy.
- And what about the chat room?
- It's a site for incels.
Short for "involuntary celibate."
- You know, losers who blame their lack of dating success
on women being bitches.
- Yeah. I know what an incel is.
Any connection to the killings? - Maybe.
Tate wasn't the only one to post memes.
There are hundreds of images of women on the site,
including the murdered women. - All three were on the site.
- Yeah, there's a lot of information on here--
where they work, where they live.
I mean, they would have been able to track them down
with what's on here.
- This is definitely where he's identifying his victims.
Other than Tate, who's posting images?
Who else is on the site?
- Hundreds, maybe thousands.
And they're all anonymous.
- All right. Don't worry.
I'll get their real names.
We need this guy in custody.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, I'm gonna need you to check out this old case.
Guy named Cory McMay.
Raped and killed a woman eight years ago
in northern Westchester.
- Okay, what's the connection to this case?
- Uh, there are some other similarities.
Methods, materials used.
McMay's victim was taken at night,
same as the current ones.
- Okay, um... I don't understand.
He's in prison.
What do you want us to be looking for?
- Anything that would explain the overlap.
Maybe there's a copycat out there.
Or who knows?
Maybe we got it wrong about McMay.
Maybe he didn't do the murder eight years ago.
- You think McMay's innocent?
- No. I'm just saying.
We have three unsolved murders with a similar pattern,
so it's worth checking out.
A place to start is with McMay's sister.
She gave him an alibi for the time of the murder.
Nobody believed her.
But like I said, it's worth checking out.
- Okay. This is your case.
You sure you don't wanna do this yourself?
- Yeah, no. I want fresh eyes on this.
- Okay. - Okay.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I don't know what we're gonna find.
The McMay case seems pretty tight.
- Yeah. I don't know.
But Jubal's hunches are usually pretty good.
- [sighs]
[elevator chimes]
- Hey. - Oh, hi.
- I was actually coming to find you.
- Vertiz. - Zidan, how are you?
- I'm good. - Uh, we're running out.
We're actually working a serial case right now.
- That's actually why I'm here.
I've got some time. My team does too.
Figured we could help out.
- Oh. - Thanks, but we're good.
- Oh, come on. Don't be proud.
I'm just offering extra hands and eyes.
Who could say no to that?
- Like I said, we're good.
- We are. We are.
But if anything changes, we'll let you know.
[elevator chimes] Thank you.
- I'm sure he would offer to help
if it was a low-key, under the radar case too.
- Okay, give him a break. He was just offering to help.
- No, he was looking for another press case,
pad his resumé.
- At least he offered.
- I don't understand.
Why are you asking about Cory now?
- Well, his case may have something to do
with a current case that we're investigating.
- Meaning that there's a chance
someone's imitating what he did eight years ago.
- We found three dead women,
and the way that they were killed is very similar
to the way that Cory's victims were killed.
- So you think there's a copycat?
- It's possible.
- Well, I wouldn't know anything about any of that.
- Okay.
We wanna talk to you about the testimony
you gave at the trial.
You said that your brother was with you
at the time of the murder, right?
- Uh...I'm not really sure.
It's a long time ago.
- You're not sure?
It's your brother we're talking about.
- Ms. McMay, it is a crime to lie to the FBI,
a felony in fact.
- It's a crime to lie when you testify too.
[ominous music]
- Okay, well the statue of limitations
on a perjury committed eight years ago is up.
So you can't be prosecuted for that anymore.
♪ ♪
- Can't?
- No, you can't.
But you can for lying to us here and now.
So why don't we try this again?
♪ ♪
- [exhales]
Cory was so sweet before he got into drugs.
Everything bad happened after he got hooked.
And he begged me to help him,
and I thought I should 'cause he's my brother.
- So you lied.
- I felt like I had to to help him.
- So you have no idea where he was
when the murder was committed?
♪ ♪
- No.
But I wouldn't have lied if I thought he killed that woman.
Before the drugs, Cory was the kindest, more generous person.
He would give you anything.
And he's not a murderer. He's not.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- All right, let's go over what you did
the night you killed Cathy.
- I'm not gonna do that because I didn't kill her!
I never killed anyone. Why won't you believe me?
- You know, Cory, you would do yourself a lot of good
if you explained how it all happened
because we know what you did but we--
[knocks] - Yeah, hey.
- Hey.
I spoke with Maggie and OA.
They said you sent them upstate to chase an old case.
Why?
- Uh, well, this guy actually. Cory McMay.
I put him away for homicide eight years ago.
I thought there might be some connection
to the serial murders, so...
- Maggie said they didn't find anything.
- No--no, it was a-- it was a dead end.
- If it's a dead end, why are you watching his interview?
- Uh...
well, 'cause I still think
there might be something there, something I missed.
I'm trying to figure out what it was.
- Maggie said the case was solid.
- Yeah. I mean, hopefully.
♪ ♪
You see that coffee cup? - Mm-hmm.
- That is filled with vodka.
- Any vodka in that?
♪ ♪
- No.
- Listen, I get why you're concerned.
But if the collar was good then,
there's no reason to look back.
I need your head here
in this case.
[tense music]
- Hey.
I just got a call about another body.
Woman in her 20s, bound with electrical cord.
I'm headed there now with Tiffany.
- God. Jubal?
♪ ♪
Forget about McMay.
Help us figure out this case before more bodies drop.
- Yeah.
- [whispers] Yeah.
[sighs]
- She matches a missing person report filed yesterday,
but we have to check with the family.
M.E. says it looks like strangulation.
- Any sign of sexual assault?
- Looks that way but can't say for sure until the autopsy.
[indistinct chatter]
We also found drag marks starting 30 yards back
leading to the creek.
Figured he carried her from the car up on the road,
got tired, dragged her the last bit.
- Got it. Thanks.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Well...
bet you didn't see too many crime scenes
like this with the NYPD.
- That's all right with me.
I am not a country girl.
Snakes and such, no thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
Can't take her to the lake anymore,
so I guess he had to improvise.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- You seeing something?
- He dragged her but there's no dirt on her.
No leaves or sticks.
- Probably wrapped her in something.
Cloth, or plastic more likely, right?
He's fastidious, wants to keep the car free from evidence.
- Drag plastic for 30 yards over rocks and dirt,
something's bound to tear off, right?
- Plastic holds DNA pretty well.
Let's get ERT up here, sweep the drag path.
- I'll call it in. - Thanks.
Just watch out for that rattler.
- Seriously?
♪ ♪
- All right, we may have caught a break.
ERT found pieces of plastic that were wrapped
around the victim at the latest crime scene.
They're at the lab now.
Meantime, we have an ID for last night's victim.
Maria Elena Ramos.
Late 20s, married, no wedding ring, strangled.
According to the missing persons report filed
when she disappeared, she worked at a bowling alley.
Left around 10:00 PM, never made it home.
- Jubal. - Yeah?
- I got something. - Tell me.
- So this is a traffic cam image
from one of the roads to the lake
the night Beatriz Santos was abducted.
- Okay. You run the plate?
- Yeah, well, can't read it. Too muddy.
But this is from last night.
It's from an intersection just a few miles away
from where the most recent victim was found.
- Yeah, yeah. Same car.
- And again, plate's muddy. - Yeah.
So he's obscuring the plate before he goes out.
- I was able to pull three digits.
Uh, there's a car with those numbers
registered in north Westchester county.
It was reported stolen four months ago.
- All right.
That's not long before the first killing.
Who's the owner? - Right.
Uh, name's Peter DeLeon.
♪ ♪
- I don't get this.
Did you find my car? I'd really like it back.
- No.
It came up in another investigation.
You reported it stolen a couple months back, correct?
- Uh, yeah. I did.
- Uh, can you tell us what happened when it was stolen?
- Okay.
Well, it's got one of those keyless fobs.
So I parked it and forgot to turn it off,
just left the engine running.
Someone must have noticed and took it.
- Did you happen to get a look at whoever took it?
- No.
- And do your neighbors have any cameras?
- Uh, I don't think so. They haven't mentioned it.
- Okay, well, we'll just need your address.
We can talk to your neighbors.
- All right.
- So what do you do for the children's hospital?
- I'm a volunteer actually.
I was pretty sick as a kid,
spent a lot of time here.
I'm on disability--I--I--
I hurt my back working construction
so I've got the time.
Really though.
Why is the FBI so interested in my car?
- Well, like I said, turned up in another investigation.
- Well, thank you for your time.
- Take care. - Have a good day.
- Hey, Jubal. - Yeah?
- We talked to DeLeon's neighbors.
They say that he's a good guy.
- But no surveillance cams either.
- Okay, so everything he says checks out.
- Yeah, right down to his childhood illness.
Poor guy had leukemia.
- We sent his plates to the state patrol.
And the sheriff, they're running database checks
but no hits yet.
- Only good news, if you can call it that,
is that we found the name for the fourth victim
on the incel website.
So whoever's doing the murders
is a big fan of that godforsaken site.
- Where are we with finding names for these clowns?
- Isobel met with the CEO.
He's willing to cooperate.
- That's great. - Good.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Hey. What's up?
- What the hell is happening, Jubal?
- I think there's a connection
between the McMay case and the current killings.
I can't prove it but I gotta pursue it, Rina.
- Why? It doesn't make any sense.
You were there. You saw the case.
- Yeah, well, you know, I was a mess.
[mumbles]
And I wasn't sober a day that entire investigation.
- Okay. But I was.
And I was beside you every step of the way.
It was a good arrest, Jubal. We did everything right.
So I don't appreciate you digging up the past
and drawing attention to this case
because you feel guilty about your drinking.
♪ ♪
- It's not the guilt.
- So then what is it?
- It's a hunch, okay?
It's just a hunch. That's all.
- Has anyone on your team
found anything that says this case was bad?
- No.
- Then you have got to let this go.
Please just sort your stuff out
in a way that does not cost me a job.
- Rina, I'm gonna talk to McMay.
- [sighs]
- See if he can help me figure this out.
- Why are you doing this?
- Because I have to.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[door thuds, creaks]
[door thuds]
- Hey, Cory.
- Valentine.
When they told me it was you, I didn't believe it.
What do you want?
- I'm here because I have some questions about your case.
- You have questions about my case?
- Yeah, I'm not convinced we got it right.
That you belong in here.
- Get out of here.
- And if that's true,
I wanna help you.
I wanna work on getting you out.
But I need you to answer some questions for me.
On the level. Can you do that?
- For real?
- Yeah. 100%.
- What?
- Okay.
First of all,
your sister told us that, uh...
you asked her to make up an alibi for you.
Is that right?
- Yeah. I did that.
What do you want?
Everybody was saying I was guilty.
Nobody believed me. What else was I supposed to do?
- All right. All right.
Now you said you never knew the victim.
But we had videos of you at the store where she worked.
- I forgot seeing her at the store.
That's all.
I never met her other than that.
I was never with her.
Ever. - That's not possible.
- I'm telling you.
- Your semen was on her body.
How--how would that be possible
if you were not with her at some point?
- Why ask me? How am I supposed to know?
♪ ♪
- Come on.
- I was never with her.
I figure I was set up.
- Okay, no.
You were not framed, Cory, okay?
Nobody stole your DNA and put it on her.
Maybe somebody else was involved.
Maybe you had sex with her, they killed her.
Whatever. I need to know what it was.
- You still don't listen.
It never happened.
Didn't spent time with her, didn't have sex with her,
didn't kill her, none of it.
- Do you understand?
I cannot help you unless you tell me the truth.
- I am telling you the truth!
I have been telling you the truth the whole time!
Why are you here if you don't even wanna hear it?
Hey!
[buzzer rings]
[dramatic music]
[door thuds]
- You went upstate.
- Uh, yeah.
- You did exactly what I told you not to do.
- Look, Isobel.
- I don't have time for this now.
Good news, people.
Just got off the phone with the incel CEO.
Took some arm twisting but he ran a series of screens.
People who looked at the memes,
people who lived in the general vicinity of the crime scenes.
We got one hit.
Kenneth Higby.
[dramatic music]
- 28.
Runs a coffee shop upstate, lives above it.
No criminal record.
And he's married.
♪ ♪
- What kind of incel is married?
- Any word from the medical examiner about DNA?
- Still waiting.
- Okay. Thanks.
- According to the county building department,
Higby filed a permit to re-wire his coffee shop
six months ago.
- The timing is right.
Six months is right before the first murder.
- Job likes that takes a ton of 14-gauge electrical wire.
- Have Maggie and OA bring him in.
- Yep.
- So why did you have
your coffee shop re-wired, Mr. Higby?
- Why did I, um--
because I was shut down for, like, forever.
And I'm trying to get my customers back.
It's all about good Wi-Fi.
People don't really care about the coffee.
- [laughs] Fair enough.
We also talked to your contractors.
They said that you asked to keep any leftover wire
when they were finished.
- Sure. I paid for it.
I use it to fix stuff.
Why are you asking about this?
- You ever hear of the website Incel Uprising?
- No. - No?
You've never visited it?
- No.
- No, you never read any of the memes?
Hung out in the chatrooms?
- I don't even know what it is.
- Hm, yeah, you do. - What?
- You were identified by the website
as a frequent visitor.
- That's insane. I--
[stammers]
I'll give you my laptop.
You can look through it all you want.
I never went to whatever this place is you're talking about.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I think he's telling the truth.
There's nothing on Higby's laptop
that says he's been to the incel site.
- Well, then why did Incel Uprising give us his name?
- Because they screwed up.
They used the IP address from his coffee shop's router.
Assumed it was his laptop.
- So it wasn't Higby.
Well, the good news is that
it's probably a customer, right?
- Uh, you're right. But it's not that simple.
We checked the router.
Identified a computer that was in use
every time the incel website was visited from the shop.
But that laptop is on a VPN.
So there's no way we can identify the user.
- Isn't there a bank across the street from the coffee shop?
Maybe we can get access to their video cameras?
♪ ♪
- On it.
- Got a result from the M.E.
on the plastic they found at last night's crime scene.
There was DNA. They ran it and got a match.
- Who is it?
- His name is Cory McMay.
[dramatic music]
But it's gotta be wrong. I ran him.
Can't be the guy.
- That's literally impossible.
McMay's been in prison for the last eight years.
- Cory McMay, incarcerated for the past 94 months.
One of the few people we can say without absolute certainty
did not murder anyone recently.
And yet for some reason, his DNA is on the plastic.
- What about family? Siblings?
- Just a sister, so not a suspect.
- So what does this mean?
- I don't know.
- We pulled the images from the ATM across the street
from Higby's coffee shop.
These were taken ten minutes
before someone logged onto the incel website
from the coffee shop
the day before Beatriz Santos was killed.
- Well, that is Peter DeLeon from the hospital.
- The guy whose car was stolen?
- He claimed it was stolen. Maybe it wasn't.
Was he part of the McMay case?
- No.
No. Nothing to do with it.
- Anything to do with McMay personally?
- Not that I know about.
- If he's the killer, why don't we have his DNA?
- You said that DeLeon had been sick, right?
- Yeah. He had leukemia as a kid.
- Are you sure it was leukemia?
both: Yeah. - Positive.
- Scola, what you got?
[dramatic music]
[buzzer rings]
I'm Assistant Special in Charge Valentine.
This is Special Agent Scola. - Hello.
- Is someone gonna tell me what the heck's going on here?
- As a child, you had acute lymphoblastic leukemia, right?
- What about it?
- And you had a bone marrow transplant
from a matched, unrelated donor,
someone who was not a relative.
- Yeah. How do you know all this?
- In fact,
this was your donor,
Cory McMay.
He wasn't a drug addict then.
Just a nice 20-year-old who decided to help out a sick kid
by giving him some bone marrow.
- So here's the thing about you getting
a bone marrow transplant from Cory McMay.
It means that his DNA is inside of your system.
So a DNA test on your semen
could come back with Cory's DNA.
It's called a genetic chimera.
- Now eight years ago,
a woman was raped and killed, this woman.
And the DNA said McMay did it.
But that was wrong.
Because we found his DNA
on another victim this week.
♪ ♪
It was a run of four...
[papers rustling]
Murdered women.
♪ ♪
Cory McMay is in prison.
There's no way he could've killed these women.
In fact, there is only one person on Earth
who could have done it.
And that's you.
- [chuckles]
This is crazy.
Why would I kill these women?
- Your father had multiple arrests
for assault and domestic violence.
According to a police report, when you were ten,
he beat your mother into a coma.
Hog-tied her, 14-gauge electrical wire
while you watched.
♪ ♪
See, our psych experts think that you've been trying
to reclaim your mother from your father
by killing married women.
Take it or leave it so...
- You knew who Cory McMay was when he was arrested.
You knew he saved your life.
And you didn't say anything to help him.
♪ ♪
- I--I--I haven't killed anyone.
I--I couldn't. I'm not a--
this is ridiculous.
I mean, quite frankly, it's insulting.
That's what this is.
[knocks]
[buzzer rings]
- Thought you might wanna see these.
Found 'em while we were searching his apartment.
There are five.
Three have dates that match wedding dates of victims.
And one has a name--
"Seaton."
- Cathy Seaton.
The woman McMay was convicted of killing.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, let's just get some Italian.
- I love that. [laughs]
Hey. Congrats.
That's a pretty nice collar.
- Yeah. It all worked out.
Did it all on our own too.
[laughter]
both: I'll see you later.
- Okay. You need to chill out.
He's a nice guy. - I don't know.
I just feel like he's one of those guys
that always has a political eye on things.
- Mm. Well...
[sighs]
Nestor and I are together.
We're dating.
Yes. [laughs]
We were undercover and it just sort of...
Eh. It happened.
I mean, listen.
I wasn't even gonna say anything about it, but...
- Yeah, but you know you don't have to keep
that kind of stuff from me.
- Yeah.
I mean, it's better that you know.
I'm the one who wants to keep it low-key.
For now.
- Copy that. - Yeah.
[light music]
What? Are we good?
- Yeah. Of course.
Of course. We're great.
- All right.
[keys clack]
Goodnight.
♪ ♪
- Nestor.
Nestor Bell.
- He admitted it?
He killed her? He said that?
- After we showed him the rings.
- [sobs]
- Uh, we-- [clears throat]
We already talked to the prosecutor's office.
And, uh, you should hear from your lawyer in a day or two.
I think, um,
sometimes these things take longer than we'd like,
but, uh, you should be out in a couple of weeks.
- [sniffs]
Oh, my God. I can't believe it.
♪ ♪
Thank you. Thank you.
- No. Cory.
No.
Really.
- [sniffs]
If you asked me who I thought would come through for me,
your name would be at the bottom
of the bottom of my list.
- I know what you mean.
- [sniffs]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- So are you gonna take a hit from the McMay thing?
Did I mess you up or?
- No, you know.
Honestly, I think I'll be okay.
- Yeah.
- I mean, failing to detect a genetic chimera
doesn't really count as falling down on the job
so I'll be okay.
I think. [chuckles]
- Yeah. I think you will.
- You? - You know,
can't get those eight years back for McMay
but at least we got it right in the end.
- Mm.
[indistinct chatter]
[chuckles]
Hey. Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.
- After everything...
you never reached out to me.
And I somehow just kind of thought you might call
or I don't know, something.
But you never did.
- Yeah.
I mean, I kind of thought I was gonna call you too.
But, uh...
I don't know.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Remember the night we broke up?
- Yeah, no. I remember.
I told you that I didn't wanna be your mistress.
You told me you didn't wanna tell your wife about us.
So yeah. - That's the one.
- Yeah. - Anyway.
I, um...
I got, uh...
I got wasted that night.
And--and, um, blacked out and woke up the next morning
in my driveway behind the wheel of my car,
no idea how I got there.
And now, there was a, uh,
a big dent in the front end
with--with blood.
- Geez, I...
- Lots of blood.
No...
hit and runs had been reported.
It was probably an animal.
You know?
Had to be an animal.
Anyway, that is when I first went to AA.
And that led me to telling my wife about us.
And that's when things really went to pieces.
I'm okay now.
I'm sober.
Good with the ex, good with the kids, so...
But I don't know.
I've never been able to...
[emotional music]
Um, not think about that-- that night
and, um, that thing that I...
killed.
And I don't remember.
So...
♪ ♪
- I, um...
I gotta catch a train.
- Yeah. Yeah.
Okay.
♪ ♪
[sighs]