"(dramatic music)" "(girl panting)" "(girl screams)" "If you need anything, you know where to find me." "Father." "These things never get any easier." "Scott Wharton." "I know who you are, detective." "I hear we'll working together soon." "When will you make an arrest?" "Soon, we hope." "You have a suspect?" "There's a person of interest." "Yes." "How long were you two together?" "Long enough." "I know that look." "I do." "Couple of lovebirds, huh?" "You could say that." "Yeah." "What a feeling, right?" "I was married." "The woman could drive me crazy, but I didn't care." "She was mine, you know?" "One morning I come home after a all-night shift." "Go upstairs and open the door of our bedroom." "It was empty." "The bed was made." "I go downstairs, check the living room, then the den," "nothing but furniture." "Halfway down the hall," "I see it on the middle of our dining room table." "Her house key." "No explanation." "No goodbye." "Just gone." "I wanted to kill her." "You know, sometimes the people you love the deepest become the ones you end up hating the most." "You know what I mean, doctor?" "No." "That's good." "You're lucky." "What exactly are you getting at, detective?" "Nothing, I suppose." "Just procedural questions." "Procedural questions?" "Yeah, procedural." "Well, I guess I should let you be." "Sorry about your loss, doctor." "(suspenseful music)" "(phone buzzing)" "Oh, shit." "(dramatic music)" "[Martin] The body was bloated beyond recognition." "It's clear she had been in the water for at least 72 hours by the time she got to me." "She had been sexually assaulted, strangled, and had bruising on her neck and wrists." "[Bartender] Tied down?" "The worst part though, were her eyelids." " What about them?" " She didn't have any." "What happened to them?" "Rape victims tend to hide from their assailants, so, they use their hands to cover their eyes." "But if their hands are tied down..." "They close their eyes." "He wanted her to watch." "Jesus Christ." "One addiction at a time, huh." "I always enjoy our uplifting conversations." "[Martin] Just walk straight." "[Samantha] Martin." "Wow, look at you." "I got you." "Why is there rope in my hand?" "[Martin] Do me a favor, don't talk." "Okay, now you just gotta sit." "What?" "Dr. Revell." "[Martin] Stay here, I'll be back in a second." "[Woman] Where are you going?" "[Martin] I'll be right back." "Keep your eyes closed." "Open your eyes." "(woman laughing)" "Is that a yes?" "Yes, yes!" "Oh, my god!" "It is 1:47 p.m." "February 22, 2011." "We begin the external examination of Dr. Jonathan Shoe." "He is six feet one inch tall." "Weight is 182 pounds." "Eye color is blue, hair color, blond." "There is a 35 mm vertical incision onto his left wrist." "(dramatic music)" "Two partially digested pills." "Suspected to be pain medication." "(dramatic music)" "Autopsy concluded at 7:10 p.m." "From the clearly self-inflicted wound to his wrist, and no evidence to conclude otherwise," "I believe Jonathan Shoe's death to be a suicide." "[Martin] Come in." "[Scott] Dr. Revell." "Take a seat." "So, how have you been?" "What do you need?" "What have you found out about Jonathan Shoe?" "Well, Scott, he's dead." "Take a look at these." "Any idea what that means?" "We were hoping you could tell us." "You are the detective." "Just trying to be as thorough as possible, Marty." "Besides the self-inflicted wound, I found nothing." "Physically the man was healthy." "Okay." "As I'm sure you're well aware, suicide cases occasionally add a flair of mystery to their death." "Adds meaning to their lives." "At least in their mind it does." "Probably means nothing at all." "Guy had a thing for keys, huh?" "They were everywhere." "Dozens of books." "Hundreds of drawings." "What was his occupation?" "Private practice psychologist, according to his daughter." "You tell her about the drawings?" "We did." "Said she knew nothing about them." "They hadn't been very close recently." "This key obsession must have been a recent hobby." "Mind if I keep this folder for my records?" "Sorry, doctor, these stay in-house." "Funny thing, there were thousands of varieties of keys from every nation in the world." "But this crazy son-of-a-bitch chose to repeatedly draw the same design." "Deduction." "Not sure what you mean." "You know how Einstein defined insanity?" "Enlighten me." "Doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results." "(chuckling)" "Yeah." "We'll be in touch." "(dramatic music)" "[Locksmith] What are you trying to lock away?" "I'm not." "What are you trying to open up?" "I'm not trying to open anything up either." "Son, I've been in the business a long time." "If you ain't trying to open something up, you ain't trying to lock it away," "I don't believe I can be of much use to you." "I'd like to have you take a look at something, if you wouldn't mind." "Of course." "Whatcha got?" "A key." "I guess you did come to the right place." "Bring it here." "I prefer business with acquaintances rather than strangers." "I'm Barry Fineman." "Martin Revell." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Revell." "Where did you get this?" "A garage sale." "What can you tell me about it?" "Well, it's old." "You ever heard of a pass key?" "No." "It's a key that opens all locks." "See, back before computer chips and key cards, every major building had one." "All the rooms would have their individual keys, but a clerk would have had one of these." "Could open any door in the building." "Made things a bit easier to organize." "How old do you think it is?" "It's hard to say." "They've been around for centuries." "Hotels, hospitals, hell even a prison warden would carry one." "They are still in use, but very rare." "This one's interesting, though." "Never seen one quite like it." "If you look closely, there is an engraving on the side." "It says 1433." "Yeah, so it does." "It most likely corresponds to whatever it unlocks." "It could be a serial number." "But the etching here looks to be done by hand." "Hell, it could even be the year it was made." "I've always been a fan of a good mystery." "Mind if I take a picture of it?" "What for?" "I'd like to do some further research, if you'll allow me." "Sure, go ahead." "Say cheese. (Shutter clicking)" "(dramatic music)" "(keys clinking)" "(suspenseful music)" "(dramatic music)" "(alarm clock blaring)" "(knocking on door)" "Dr. Revell?" "Yes?" "I'm Claire Shoe." "Jonathan Shoe was my father." "I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Shoe." "Thank you." "Please call me Claire." "Take a seat." "Claire." "How may I help you?" "I've come to collect my father's belongings." "Have you spoken with our secretary?" "She usually arranges these kinds of things." "I asked if I might speak with you I before leave." "I was hoping you may help." "In what way?" "I'd like to understand circumstance of my father's death." "Have you spoken with Detective Wharton?" "I have." "He was kind, but rather short, if you know what I mean." "What would you like to know?" "It lies within." "Excuse me?" "What he wrote on the wall." "You'd like to know what he meant?" "Yes." "Detective Wharton was in here yesterday asking exactly the same question." "He thought it might have something to do with a sickness, but my investigation found no such evidence." "I see." "If you don't mind my asking, do you have any idea what he might have meant?" "My father was rather complicated man, Dr. Revell." "He was a psychologist, correct?" "Yes." "But believe me, they can be weird, too." "He felt comfortable in isolation." "What would he do in that time?" "Christ if I know." "Once he was in there, he never came out, and we never went in." "I know once that door closed, my father was gone for a while." "Have you been to her father's home since his death?" "No," "I have not." "The police continue to qualify it as a crime scene." "Curiously, they tell me no crime has been committed." "They can be a contradictory bunch, I agree." "Thank you for your time, Martin." "My pleasure." "Please, feel free to contact me if you need anything." "Dr. Martin Revell, forensic pathologist." "I bet you love giving these away at cocktail parties." "(dramatic music)" "(jet soaring)" "[Jonathan] February 26, 2007." "These are recordings of Dr. Jonathan Shoe." "[Martin] Dead man kept recordings of his work." "[Bartender] The recorder was in evidence?" "No." "He hid it in a desk in his house." "House?" "Did you get a warrant, detective?" "(phone ringing)" "Hello?" "Yes." "How are you, Claire?" "Hey." "Are you okay?" "Not really." "I didn't know you smoked." "I don't." "What's wrong?" "Someone broke into my father's house last night." "Any idea why?" "That's what frightens me." "I don't know." "Could have just been kids." "Nothing was stolen." "What do the police know?" "Nothing." "An elderly woman made the call, but she only heard noises." "Are you hungry?" "Why?" "Because I'm starving." "Let me buy you dinner." "Nothing like Italian to ease a troubled mind." "I couldn't agree more." "You know my father used to bring me down here." "He had one of those old metal detectors." "I use to follow him around with a little scoop, and wait till I heard the beeping." "I'd pounce on the sand by his feet and dig as fast as I could." "Almost taking off his toes in the process." "Buried treasure?" "More like soda tabs and pennies." "But to me, it's never about what we found." "It's the search that was so exciting." "Do you know what I mean?" "I do." "I'd like to show you something." "[Martin] It's beautiful." "I know." "(dramatic music)" "Find everything okay?" "[Martin] He's particularly obsessed with ideas regarding his personal property being stolen." "You tell me." "Claire." "Why do you have recordings of my father's voice?" "Did you know him?" "No." "But you have this." "It was you, wasn't it?" " I'm sorry." " I'm so damn stupid." " I wanted..." " What?" "What?" "What could you possibly have wanted, Martin?" "I wanted to help." "By breaking into my father's home?" "By finding out more about him." "I thought if I went to his home, maybe I could find out why he died." "Did you?" "No." "You know, I'm curious what." "Detective Wharton will think of all this." "You said so yourself." "They don't even consider it a crime scene." "So, why would they further investigate it?" "I've seen your office back there, Martin." "What the hell was that board?" "All those pictures and newspaper clippings." "That's my wife." "Oh, you're married." "I was." "She was murdered two years ago." "They never made an arrest." "Now, it's a cold case to Wharton." "Not to me." "I have to go." "(medical saw buzzing)" "(heavy knocking)" "[Jonathan] The enemy pursues me." "Crushed me to the ground." "It makes me dwell in darkness with those long dead." "Who are you?" "(heavy breathing) (suspenseful music)" "One, four, three, Verse three." "The Psalm of David." "[Martin] Father Riley?" "Yes?" "Martin." "It's so good to see you." "How long has it been?" "Since the funeral, Father." "Come, let's sit down." "I've been following the papers." "Justice isn't always swift as we hope it to be." "How familiar are you with the Psalms?" "Any chapter in particular?" "143, Verse 3." "May I ask how it is involved?" "It was etched into a piece of evidence." "I see." "Any idea what it could mean?" "The verse was written as an allegory by David for his lost soul." "Pursuer he refers to is the Devil preying on his spirit." "The darkness in which David hid is reminiscent of a grave." "He makes me dwell in darkness, like those long dead." "Yes, buried." "His soul enslaved." " Can the soul free itself?" " I'm afraid not." "David was pursued by the purest of evils, Martin." "Whoever you are searching for may be suffering the same." "I have to tell you something." "Of course." "Your words stay between us." "I've committed a crime." "What type of crime?" "I've stolen evidence." " During the examination?" " Yes." "Is it important to the case?" "I think so." "Yes." "Then you must give it back." " I can't." " Why not?" "I have it here." "You brought it to the church?" "Yes." "May I see it?" "Father?" "Father?" " Yes, Martin?" " Are you alright?" "I'm doing just fine." "Are you sure?" "I said I'm fine." "May I hold it?" "Better that you don't, Father." "Let me hold it, son." "I should go." "You should stay." "Goodbye, Father." "Martin?" "(phone ringing)" " This is Dr. Revell." " Martin?" "[Martin] Yeah?" "[Barry] This is Barry Fineman." "[Martin] How'd did you get this number?" "[Barry] I hired someone to track you down." "[Martin] Excuse me?" "The Yellow Pages, son." "I believe I've found something that may be of interest to you." "Remember our discussion about pass keys?" "Of course." "Well, I've been doing some research on hotels, hospitals, prisons, seeing if I could find some pictures of their old pass keys." "Any luck?" "Take a look at the screen." "What is this?" "Well, look closely, notice anything?" "Look at his belt." "Holy shit." "Where was this picture taken?" "In what used to be known as the" "Santa Fe Railroad Hospital." " Never heard of it." " Yeah." "In the 1930s, the name was changed to the Batista Community Hospital." "In Boyle Heights?" "That's the one." "It's been abandoned for a couple years now." "It's got quite a reputation, you know." "For what?" "Jesus." "How did you get in here?" "Your back door was unlocked." "Are you okay?" "Why you were at a key shop, Martin?" "You followed me?" "Why were you there?" "During your father's autopsy, I found something." "What?" "An object." "What kind of object?" "When I examined the contents of his stomach," "I found a key." "Sounds ridiculous, I know, but it was there." "The key shop is part of my investigation." "This is insane." "I know." "Where's the key?" "In evidence." "Were they helpful?" "Who?" "Whoever was at the key shop." "(suspenseful music)" "[Claire] Are we allowed to be in here?" "I doubt it." "Did your father have any connection to this hospital?" "Not that I know of." "What was this?" "A morgue." "How do you know?" "Because that's where the blood drained, and that's where they stored bodies." "Wonderful." "(loud banging) Hello?" "Hello?" "We should get going." "(dramatic music)" "(faint whispering)" "There's nothing in here for us." "Come on." "The key shop owner showed me a photograph today." "It was taken in this hospital." "A worker named Randall Atkins." "Your father's key was on his key chain." "[Claire] That's how you knew?" "[Martin] Yeah." "[Claire] Where did Randall get the key?" "I don't know." "There you are." "[Security Guard] What the hell you doing here?" "I'm an pathologist." "We're investigating the death of a man." "They teach trespassing in medical school these days?" "Listen, mister..." "Bates." "Trevor Bates." "Listen, Mr. Bates." "We're investigating the death of my father." "His name was Jonathan Shoe." "He died last week." "I hired this man to help me investigate." "Well, I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am, but this is private property." "We got a tip about someone who may have worked here." "Randall Atkins." "We think he may have known my father." "Randall, huh?" "You know him?" "He used to be a janitor here." " Janitor?" " Yeah." "Before he got fired." "Why was he fired?" "There were complaints." "What type of complaints?" "Patients accused him of theft." "We didn't take any of them seriously." "But every one of them was nutty as fucking fruitcakes." "What changed people's opinion?" "One day the head psychiatrist's gold watch went missing." "Patients are one thing, but when the big dog barks, heads got to roll." "Now, I suggest you guys get out of here before I stop being so kind and call the police." "Thank you." "One more thing." "Is there some way we can get in touch with Mr. Atkins?" "That won't be possible." "Mr. Bates, any information you have..." "A little over a month ago, they found him with a rope around his neck hanging from his kid's tree house." "(suspenseful music)" "(gagging)" "(coughing)" "(dramatic music)" "[Jonathan] Patient Bud Exley." "35 years of age, Caucasian." "Meets sufficient diagnostic criteria for obsessive compulsive disorder." "Hi, Bud." "My name is Jonathan Shoe." "I'm a psychologist and I'd like to get to know you." "Would it be okay if I asked you a few questions?" "Bud, recently you attempted to kill yourself." "[Bud] Stop buzzing like a fucking fly orbiting my head." "[Jonathan] Is there anything that helps stop the buzzing?" "[Bud] It turns the pressure to the volume of cold." "[Jonathan] Okay, what is it?" "[Bud] I don't have it anymore. (Crying)" "[Jonathan] Bud, what is it, maybe I can help you find it." " (crying) my key!" " Your key?" "Okay." "Well, tell me more about your key, Bud." "[Bud] No." "Randall!" "Randall, Randall, Randall, Randall, Randall!" "[Jonathan] Who is Randall?" "(knocking on door)" "A dollar a minute." "(dramatic music)" "(bell buzzing) (cell doors opening)" "[Bud] What kind of doctor are you?" "[Martin] A pathologist." "[Bud] Who died?" "[Martin] Jonathan Shoe." "[Bud] How?" "[Martin] He killed himself." "That's ironic." "I read that he was your psychologist." " One of them." " Did you get along?" "He was pleasant." "More than most, I'd say." "How did you feel about Randall Atkins?" "It's beautiful, isn't it?" "What?" "The reason you're here." "[Martin] What is it?" "[Bud] You're asking the wrong question." "[Martin] What does it open?" " Nothing." " It's a key." "It has to open something." "Why?" "Have we met before," "Dr. Revell?" "[Martin] No." "Your name, it sounds familiar." "I don't know you." "I believe I met your wife." "I don't think that's true." "Was her name" "Samantha?" "How did you meet?" "We shared common interests." "[Martin] What interests?" "A Garden of Earthly Delights." "You know what I think?" "What?" "I think that you're full of shit." "Five foot six, brunette, dark eyes." "Smooth pale skin." "That was all in the newspaper." "Small tattoo" "on her right ribcage." "Where did you meet?" "In a park." "What park?" "Did you know today" "is my birthday?" "Guard!" "Was it you?" "Was it you?" "Tell me!" "Guard, turn on the lights!" "Tell me if it was you!" "Turn on the fucking lights!" "Was it you?" "Tell me!" "Fucking tell me!" "Was it you?" "You fucking animal!" "Was it you?" "Tell me." "(phone ringing)" "[Scott] Yeah?" "[Martin] What do you know about Bud Exley?" "[Scott] What time is it?" "[Martin] You didn't answer me." "[Scott] He was questioned." "[Martin] And?" "[Scott] We let him go." "[Martin] Why?" "[Scott] There was no reason to hold him." "[Martin] He murdered her." "[Scott] There's no evidence to prove that." "[Martin] You brought him in, you questioned him." "How was he not a suspect?" "[Scott] He was brought in as a witness." "[Martin] A witness?" "[Scott] There were a lot of people in the park that night, Marty." "He was one of them." "[Martin] Jesus Christ, Scott." "Did you ever even have a suspect?" "[Scott] Yeah, one." "What's wrong, Martin?" "You sure you don't want a drink?" "No." "I thought that I would feel better knowing what happened." "Seeing his face." "I don't feel anything." "How did he know her?" "He said they shared a common interest." "What was it?" "The Garden of Earthly Delights." "Was your wife into art?" "Why?" "The Garden of Earthly Delights is a painting." "(faint moaning)" "It's a triptych painted by Hieronymus Bosch in the 15th century." "[Martin] What's a triptych?" "A three-paneled painting." "Like reading a book, you interpret it from left to right." " How do you know all this?" " School." "I was an art history major." "The left panel is the Garden of Eden." "Here God presents Eve to Adam." "The center panel is where the title comes from." "Some believe it was Bosch's version of utopia." "A place without care or consequence." "[Martin] I don't buy it." "Why?" "You said it reads from left to right." "Well, we see where it leads." "That's hell." "I agree." "What does any of this have to do with Samantha?" "I'm not sure." "Martin?" "Yeah?" "What does the key look like?" "[Martin] Why?" "Does it look anything like that?" "(suspenseful music)" "Hello, wife." "[Samantha] Caught on camera." "Red-handed." "[Samantha] Disgusting." "I'll quit once I pass the board." "[Samantha] Oh, I'm sure." "[Martin] How was the estate sale?" "[Samantha] Good, well, sad, I guess." "Why?" "[Samantha] The former owner committed suicide." "[Martin] Really?" "How?" "[Samantha] I didn't ask." "What did you buy?" "Get that fucking camera out of my face." "[Martin] Oh, come on." "I don't want to be around you anymore." "What?" "I don't trust you." "You don't trust me?" "What's is going on?" "What is happening to you, Samantha?" "(suspenseful music)" "That's all a circle." "[Bartender] You need to go home." "Get some rest." "I'm close." "To what, Martin?" "What are you doing here, Claire?" "I called her." "Come on, Martin." "Let me buy you dinner." "First," "a trip to the commode." "(toilet flushing)" "You shouldn't smoke." "It'll kill you." "You don't look so good." "Likewise." "You know what I found?" "You're always safe in bar." "(tribal music) (woman vocalizing)" "(retching)" "(phone buzzing)" " Hello?" " Marty." "What do you want?" "[Scott] Where have you been?" "What is it?" "[Claire] Hey, it's Claire." "What happened to you last night?" "Call and let me know you're safe, okay." "Bye." "Martin." "Thanks for coming in." "We found him this morning in the office attached to his shop." "What happened?" "You're the pathologist." "(knocking on door)" "Dr. Revell?" "Yeah?" "I got the results." " Of what?" " The Shoe case." "The two capsules we found in the stomach were sleeping pills." "Sleeping pills?" "The strange part was when we got back the blood results, it showed a near lethal dose of the same pills." "The guy must have taken a bunch of them before those two." "Surprised he could stay awake long enough to kill himself." "Why would you take sleeping pills before you kill yourself?" "[Jonathan] November 20, 2010." "I found Randall." "December 282010." "Randall no longer has possession of it." "It's mine now." "January 142011." "I won't be telling anyone." "They'll want it, they'll try to take it from me." "January 292011, I have no interest in sleep." "My dreams terrify me." "February 21, 2011." "She can't take it away, not anymore." "It's part of me now." "(faint knocking on door)" "[Claire] How are you feeling?" "[Jonathan] Tired." "[Claire] I have some pills." "They'll help you sleep." "[Jonathan] Thank you, Claire." "[Claire] Here's some water to wash it down." "Where is she?" "She was here this morning looking for you." "What happened the other night?" "What do you mean?" "Don't bullshit me." "You called her." "She came." "Next thing you know, I wake up in the fucking forest." "Take a seat, Martin." "Let me get you a drink." "What's your angle?" "Excuse me?" "Did she promised you something?" "The hell are you talking about?" "She did, didn't she?" "Oh, you mean besides a blow job?" "What are you talking about?" " Go fuck yourself." " Go fuck myself?" "No, go fuck yourself, you goddamn lunatic." "Look at you!" "It's driving you crazy, and you've got nothing to show for it." "There is no answer, you obsessive drunk." "Sitting there sipping on your club soda." "You may not drink the poison anymore, but you sure as hell don't mind dishing it out, you greedy fuck." "What's this?" "She left it for you when she was here this morning." "Get out of my bar." "(suspenseful music)" "I know what you've done." "You knew your father swallowed the key." "So, you poisoned him." "Faking a suicide was the only way for you to get it." "You even wrote on the wall because you knew there would be an investigation." "It was just one problem." "Me." "You thought I'd just hand it to you." "Never crossed your mind I might keep it." "So, you followed me." "Gained my trust." "Then you drugged me." "Fucked me." "Then you took it from me." "(suspenseful music)" "There's just one thing I can't figure out." "Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" "[Claire] You got away." "It's all over." "(grunting)" "You should have just given it to me." "It's beautiful." "Isn't it?" "It doesn't open anything." "You're wrong." "It's always a circle, Claire." "I'll find out what it does." "How?" "Alone." "(both grunting)" "(dramatic music)" "[Operator] This is 911, what's your emergency?" "[Martin] She's dead." "[Operator] Sir, who am I speaking with?" "[Martin] Martin Revell." "[Operator] How did she die, Martin?" "[Martin] I killed her." "Come get me." "(bell buzzing) (cell doors opening)" "Dr. Revell." "How are you?" "Good." "What could she have possibly done to you, Marty?" "Figure it out, detective." "You knew the key shop owner." "We have you on a security camera?" "How did you kill him?" " I didn't." " And Claire Shoe did?" "Check his toxicology results." "Why?" "Because you'll find they'll look a lot like Jonathan Shoe's." "You're saying she killed her father?" "It wasn't a suicide." "You will die in this place." "Do you know that?" "Yeah." "You should know I spoke to the D.A. this morning." "He's agreeing to reopen your wife's case." "Guess who's our lead suspect?" "Fuck you, Scott." "Yeah." "Get comfortable, doctor." "Get very comfortable." "Oh," "there is one more thing." "Investigator found it in the boiler room." "Deep in the incinerator." "Curious little piece, isn't it?" "I could have sworn that I had seen it before." "Then it hit me." "A photo in key shop." "How much you bet it's covered in your fingerprints?" "Thought we'd buy your bullshit story, didn't you?" "(laughing maniacally)" "Goodbye, Dr. Revell." "(dramatic music)"