"I'm here for negotiations that will give us 23% of the train track switching business." "Wow..." "For toy trains." "Huge growth potential." "What about you, Lydia?" "I'm here for meetings with the West coast office, a little time away from my husband." "I'll drink to that." "How about another?" "Okay." "Hey, what can I get you?" "What is a good aphrodisiac?" "You don't need one." "I could use all the help I can get." "Uh, mojitos?" "Lots of alcohol, eh?" "No, lots of mint, for the breath." "Two double mojitos, please." "Keep the change." "Whoa..." "What floor are you on?" "Yours." "Mm..." "Lydia, you're the sexiest woman ever, and this never happens to me." "Well, it's happening now, baby." "I learned my lesson in Miami." "Best to negotiate while I still have my pants on." "How much for the whole night?" "Asshole." "You little bitch!" "Pool's closed, Mr. B." "Why?" "Can't tell you." "Can't or won't?" "Uh... won't, I guess?" "Shall we try again?" "Why is the pool closed?" "I won't tell you, sir." "Aw, is that right?" "It sounds rude." "Because it is." "Why are there police in my pool?" "I c-can't... won't..." "You'd better take it up with Ms. Stilwell." "I cannot go to the lobby." "I thought you can't go outside." "Is it spreading?" "Where is the other illiterate?" "Try 602." "God..." "She slapped me." "Look, I got a band-aid!" "I don't even know where the pool is." "She left, I put on Asian business report and fell asleep." "What happened?" "I had this wrapped up in a bow before the detectives even got here." "One day, I'll show you how a pro solves crimes." "Now, stop eavesdropping and scram." "So if whatever this is, is wrapped up in a pretty bow," "I can go swimming now?" "I demand to speak to the taiwanese consulate." "Pool's closed indefinitely." "Why?" "I can't say." "That's not good enough." "I need my exercise." "Well, then use the track on the roof." "Oh, right, I forgot, you can't go outside." "You're one of those, uh, agoraphruitcakes." "Duck?" "What duck?" "You said the pool was indoors." "What exactly happened here?" "Exactly nothing." "I didn't do it!" "Someone else killed her!" "This is one hell of a hotel, Hugo." "It's not the hotel, it's the guests." "We just renovated those suites, and five of the bath drain stoppers are already broken." "I-I'm on the phone." "I can see you're on the phone." "Can you?" "Mr. Balagan..." "Mr. Balagan, I'd like to introduce myself." "I'm Dr. Arnold C. Futterman," "New York." "Dr. Marcus, Montreal." "You know, 2% of the population suffers from agoraphobia." "Are you aromatherapists?" "Psychiatrists." "Oh." "Someone was murdered here in this hotel, and all you care about is some silly famous chess player?" "Oh, hardly," "I specialize in agoraphobia, and I can cure you." "So can I." "How much do you charge an hour?" "$250 an hour." "Well, you pay me 250 an hour, and you can talk to me all you want." " Okay." " With pleasure." "Agoraphobia usually arises due to a fear of panic attacks." "Ah." "And the sufferer avoids public places..." "Where unpredictability can trigger panic, yes?" "They stay home, which can be a bedroom, or a neighbourhood, but you, Mr. Balagan, are a fascinating deviation from the abnormal." ""A deviation from the abnormal."" "That sounds ominous." "Well, since you've lived in hotels exclusively since leaving Russia, hotels are your home." "It is, indeed, fascinating, Dr. Marcus, how completely wrong you can be." "I suffer from  zugzwang." "I'm not familiar with the term." "Of course, you're not!" "Call it what you want, it's still a pathology." "Let's start at the beginning." "Can you tell me about your mother?" "Why do shrinks always blame the mother?" "It's our model for all future relationships, whether we like it or not." "Yes, but we're not talking about relationships with people..." "Mm,  Paris." "We're talking about relationships with space." "Mr. Balagan, you are in denial." "Psychiatry  is denial." "It deceives people into believing they can cope with life." "No one can cope with life." "Do you think you're depressed?" "No, Russian." "If you're not going to give me your full attention," "I want my money back." "When you give me back the last two minutes of my life." "What a tragedy." "When this sort of thing happens, I always think, that's someone's daughter, someone's sister." "The world is brimming with tragedy." "And injustice." "They arrested the wrong person." "I know, because" "I did it." "I killed her." "She had a tattoo, inner thigh." "Very sexy..." "How do you lose a cleaning cart?" "It was in the hall." "Then it disappear." "And you looked for it?" "Everywhere." "But you took 12 hours to tell me?" "My key was on it." "Your key card." "No, my emergency key." "Do you have any idea how much it costs to..." "Balagan." "Eavesdropping again." "I did not want to interrupt your important duties." "Towels taken, soap stolen." "I can see why you left the police force." "Hello, Zofia, so nice to see you." "Mr. Balagan..." "Go back, retrace your steps, and find it!" "Stop picking on the poles." "That's the job of the Russians." "What do you want?" "I'm busy." "A man just confessed to me." "Oh, what are you, a priest now?" "Congratulations." "One of the shrinks from the convention." "Those people are all crazy." "He says he killed the woman in the pool." "Balagan, forget it." "It's already solved." "Does she have a tattoo?" "Probably saw it while she was swimming." "On her inner thigh?" "I guess you found the bathing suit amongst her things in the hotel, too, yes?" "No?" "Perhaps I should introduce you to my new acquaintance." "Danni!" "Hey." "What can I get you, Arkady?" "A strange man." "Average height, average build, mid-30s doesn't sound very strange." "Psychiatrist." "You win." "Um, I didn't really notice anybody." "Did you get the name, Sherlock?" "Lesson one in the academy..." "Get the name." "You get real evidence, find me." "I think I will take that pickle." "Yeah." "Is this about that poor woman they found in the pool?" "Yes." "She sat right over there." "I can't believe I poured drinks for the guy who killed her." "One moment!" "Dr. Abel Grey." "Arkady Balagan." "Do come in." "It's nice of you to come." "I expect you have a few questions." "One." "Why the hell did you touch my fiancee's clothes?" "I will answer your questions, but only if you answer mine, too." "Question for question, move for move." "Like chess." "Why would you want to ask  me anything?" "To cure your agoraphobia." "I saw those amateurs, pleading for you to let them cure you." "Couldn't cure a headache." "Well, I prefer not to waste your valuable time, Dr. Grey, but what you did..." "Got your attention." "Think of it as an intervention." "I will answer your questions, but only if you answer mine." "Truthfully." "Your word, or you can leave and let an innocent man rot in jail." "I just thought I could help." "You really killed her?" "Mm-Hmm." "Shall we shake on it?" "Answer for answer." "I didn't think you'd be afraid to shake hands." "Would you like to be white or black?" "Ah, yes, white." "You get the first question." "I'll be with you in a moment." "Did you really kill that woman in the pool?" "Yes." "Do you want your agoraphobia cured?" "I don't have agoraphobia." "I have what we call, in chess, zugzwang." "It means, if I recall, to make a move will put you at risk, so it is safer not to move." "In chess you must move, but, fortunately, life is more flexible." "My turn." "How did you kill her?" "I choked her." "Please..." "We'll be more comfortable." "My question, have you ever suffered from agoraphobia previously?" "The truth, Mr. Balagan." "Yes." "Once." "My turn." "If you really killed her, how come you don't have any scratches on your face?" "I surprised her from behind." "She was drunk." "I am powerful." "When was your first bout with agoraphobia?" "When I was young." "Where did you kill her?" "You're going to have to answer my questions with more a bit more detail, Mr. Balagan, if you expect me to reciprocate." "You were telling me about your first bout with agoraphobia." "I was invited to a preeminent chess academy in Moscow." "I was eight." "I realized it was the enemy of creativity." "I left when I was 13." "I went into my bedroom and studied chess." "Where did you kill her?" "Right where you're standing." "My question." "How long were you in your room?" "Five years." "How did you lure Lydia into your hotel room?" "She was upset." "I'm a psychiatrist," "I know how to pretend to care." "Five years in your room?" "Did you ever leave?" "Go to school?" "I was in a prison called the Soviet union." "Whether I was in my room or walking down the street, what difference does it make?" "How did you transport her body into the pool?" "Elevator." "Tsk-tsk, that was a squandered question." "Why did you leave your bedroom?" "The country dissolved." "I was free." "Why did you put her body in the pool?" "I couldn't keep her here, I like things tidy." "What was it like watching your fiancee murdered?" "Does the topic bore you?" "I find it disagreeable." "Let me rephrase the question." "What is life like now that Rosemary's dead?" "It is like entering a film." "Someone else wrote it." "I have no control, and, for the rest of my life, I am trapped." "I've suffered family tragedy as well." "I appreciate your loss." "And yet you do the same to Lydia's family." "Well, nobody's perfect." "I am taking responsibility." "I told you I killed her." "Confessing to me is not taking responsibility." "You should tell police." "With you," "I can have an intelligent conversation." "So why did you kill her?" "Well, I had to kill someone." "No, why did you kill her?" "I had to kill someone." "See, now you owe me several questions, but I'll settle for one." "You wrestled with the greatest minds in the century, and now your only power is ordering room service." "Why?" "Your questions tell me more about you than your answers do." "You are a petty man." "Don't you want to know if I've killed before?" "Or if I'll kill again?" "But my question first." "Why so powerless?" "You have a Mountain on your shoulders." "I'm the only one who understands you." "Tell me about Rosemary." "Why does the loss of her result in the loss of your confidence and self-control?" "Are you really that much of a pathological egotist that you thought you were the target of the assassination, when every indication said otherwise?" "How do you know about that?" "That woman's blog." "Pippa." "I mean, do you really think that putin tried to kill you?" "See, I conclude that I'm much better at asking questions than you are." "For instance, you failed to ascertain if I knew my victim." "Did you?" "Yes, Lydia was my patient." "You killed your patient?" "Oh, you didn't see that one coming, did you?" "Why?" "We were having an affair, one of many." "Oh..." "I hate it when I sound boastful." "She became possessive?" "Well, you know women." "She threatened to expose the relationship." "Ruin your career." "I tried to dissuade her, tried everything, but then she came here to the conference where I'm delivering a paper." "See, her sleeping with Mr. Wong was her way of taunting me." "She tried to ruin me." "So you killed her." "I got bored of trying to cure her, then I got bored of having sex with her, and then I just got bored of her..." "Oh." "Hmm..." "Why do you keep your dead fiancee's clothing?" "It's most melodramatic." "I am sentimental." "Why did you put my dead fiancee's clothing in the water?" "To remove her scent." "To free you." "You're trying to free me..." "I am trying to free you." "See, what I don't understand is, why throw away your life for a woman?" "A dead one at that?" "Or is she just an excuse to avoid a generation of players that grew up with the Internet, every game at their fingertips?" "Do you know what they call you?" ""Arkady balaclava."" "The man who's afraid to show his face." "You must learn to control your anger." "I can cure you." "You can leave the hotel, or not." "It would be up to you." "Do you want to know how?" "See, a mind like yours needs play." "Your cure must be not a treatment to endure, but a puzzle you must solve." "What do you mean?" "Oh!" "Time's up." "We'll have to pick this up next time." "Who would have thought you'd be such a good psychiatrist?" "And a good killer." "Or just insane." "Or just insane." "Yes." "Mr. Balagan, I killed Lydia." "I had motive, means and opportunity, and now you have everything that you need to prove it." "However, the conference ends tomorrow." "I must return to Phoenix." "Of course, if you are cured by then, you could pursue me." "If not, then..." "Too bad." "Why a duck?" "The yellow rubber duckie?" "It's so obvious, Mr. Balagan." "You must do your homework." "So did he do it or not?" "I don't know." "He left me with few details:" "He choked her, he was her doctor, they were having an affair." "Well, we should be able to confirm whether she was his patient." "And who's going to tell us that?" "Right, well, why did he tell you all this?" "He wants to cure me." "Maybe that's what all this is about and nothing more." "Maybe he just wants attention." "Well, should we call the police?" "They already arrested their man." "What about Hugo?" "That bully?" "Mr. Balagan will solve it, you'll see." "Maybe I won't." "He threw me off." "I was off my game." "He threw me off." "He went after you emotionally." "It's your weak spot." "Is it, now?" "Well, it's understandable." "It takes a long time to heal from the murder of a loved one." "I had him in my hand, though." "I should have solved this puzzle." "We can do it together." "Oh, Sam, spare me your saccharine sentiment." "Mr. Balagan..." "Sam is here to help you." "Sorry, Sam." "Here." "You just needed new batteries in your remote." "Thank you, Alcina." "You're welcome, Mr. Balagan." "Danni!" "Got your text." "Danni, you're on speaker, no sexy talk." "You wish." "Okay, this is what I saw." "The murdered woman was in here, cruising the bar, not paying attention to the Chinese guy's moves, and then a crowd from the convention came in, she was suddenly very interested in him." "Sounds like this Dr. Grey was telling the truth." "Do you remember what any of these shrinks looked like?" "There was an old guy with grey hair and a bow tie." "Be a good look for you, Arkady." "Ha ha." "And a younger shrink, very attractive, big eyes, gotta go..." "Martini, dry." "Yes." "Sam, find out exactly what Grey did last night." "Alcina, I need you to find out about Zofia and her missing cart." "Can we finish our game later?" "Well, it's mate in 5 unless you notice what I'm doing on my g-file, then it's 7, but that will get tedious." "Not for me." "Sam..." "Pippa!" "Sam..." "Well, I hate to say it, Arkady, but you were right." "Cops are full of crap." "Jason Evans interviewed" "Rosemary's alleged killer." "It's one softball lob after another." ""Emil shirt"?" "No wonder he turned to crime." ""I was driving on West pender" ""when this car cut me off." "I was cranked on meth..."" "I gave him the finger." "He honked." "I tried to ram him." "Teach him a lesson." "He took off, and, uh, and then I lost him." "Then what?" "I saw his car at the Huxley hotel." "I wheeled up, and I shot him." "Your target wasn't Rosemary Venturi?" "No." "I didn't even know there was a woman till I watched the news." "You shot him 'cause he cut you off?" "It was the crank, man, it wasn't me." "Why did you have an automatic weapon?" "Jacking cars." "I'm always worried some prick is going to try to kill me." "People are messed up." "And you're confessing because..." "Big C." "Pancreatic." "I got, like, two, three months." "My priest says I won't go to hell if I confess to God and the police." ""Where did you get the uzi?"" "Answer, "don't know, man."" "No follow-up questions." "Were Greg Lamont's car windows open or closed?" "Why didn't you ask that?" "Leave it to me, I got it covered!" ""Was it a bright or a foggy day?"" "Was he wearing sunglasses, huh?" "I don't know!" "You don't know?" "Who are you?" "Who am I?" "Oh, that's interesting." "He doesn't even know who I am!" "What, I don't look familiar to you?" "No!" "I was there!" "Were the windshield wipers on or off?" "On, or... off." "I don't know." "On or off?" "What's the problem with you?" "Hey, I was stoned!" "You know what day it was when you shot them?" "Get out!" "What day of the week did you shoot them?" "This is my interrogation!" "Emil shirt is full of shirt, and your friend, Detective Jason Evans, he's as incompetent as the rest of them." "Emil shirt is dying of cancer." "I think someone is paying him to confess to the crime." "Leave a little for the kids after he's gone." "So, we're back to the beginning of the game." "Maybe not." "A guy saw my website, an expert on Russian ballistics, from Washington state." "He's coming up to meet me." "Be careful." "I don't meet sources in my bedroom." "Meet him here at the hotel, and if he has anything to say, then..." "I don't know, call me." "Can you tell me all the activities of room 1501 between 8:00 P.M. and 8:00 A.M. this morning?" "Dr. Abel Grey?" "Yeah, him." "He ordered the light dinner at 9:35." "It was delivered at 10:15, and he put an electronic do not disturb on his phone at 10:26." "Any calls?" "He called room 907 at 1:10 A.M." "Who's in 907?" "Uh, it was the dead chick's room." "Lydia Beckett." "Um, did she answer?" "They talked for 54 seconds." "Thank you." "I took dinner to Dr. Grey's room at 10:15." "He was alone?" "He wouldn't open the door." "The dinner was for one?" "Those shrinks are nuts." "I saw one wearing nothing but a shower cap and she had this plunger..." "Dr. Marcus," "I have a few questions." "Oh, please." "Mr. Balagan, you charged me $250 for an hour." "Would you mind if I charged you the same?" "I would have it no other way." "Thank you." "I need to ask you few questions about a doctor here at the conference," "Dr. Grey." "Ugh, I just ate..." "Mr. Balagan, you don't wear shoes?" "That tells me you're making a statement about your agoraphobia," ""I will not be cured..."" "Or I'm more comfortable in bare feet." "Could you please tell me about Grey?" "He can't cure you, he's nuts." "I don't need convincing." "Grey is brilliant, but he knows nothing of your condition, and he's an expert on hydrophobia." "Fear of water?" "Seriously?" "He wrote the seminal book on the subject." "Overrated, in my opinion." "He was an expert witness in the Lusek case, infamous murder-by-drowning." "Was he here last night with you at the bar with the group of psychiatrists?" "Briefly." "He left early." "He's a bit awkward socially." "Speaking of "awkward socially."" "Mr. Balagan, we were just getting started..." "We'll continue this later." "But why are you leaving?" "What makes you so uncomfortable?" "Murder." "It was a Celtic pendant, tiny, silver." "My late mother gave it to her, and it wasn't on Lydia." "It wasn't in her room, and that man didn't have it." "Ms. Beckett, no one from the hotel took it." "Our director of security found Lydia's body, and there was no necklace." "It has no value, except to me." "Our staff never entered his room or hers except with the police." "You need to speak with them." "Or me." "Ms. Beckett, my name is Arkady Balagan." "My sincere sympathy would you like to sit for a moment?" "I have a few questions." "W-who are you?" "We have reason to believe that the police arrested the wrong man, and your daughter's necklace might confirm it." "Please, two minutes, two minutes." "Thank you, thank you, thank you." "So, you're from Phoenix, too?" "Yes." "I met a psychiatrist from there." "Dr. Abel Grey." "So Lydia was his patient?" "I do not like that man." "Why?" "Lydia wouldn't explaining why she was coming here." "She didn't know anybody, then I found about the convention." "So she was having an affair with Dr. Grey." "My daughter was very needy..." "As you know, the police arrested a a businessman," "Paul Wong." "My daughter did not pick up strange men, a-and what would she be doing in a swimming pool?" "Hydrophobia, yes." "Yes." "She had a boating accident when she was 14." "She almost drowned." "Dr. Marcus..." "May you find comfort in your memories, and peace in your pain." "It's me again." "Yeah." "Why do killers take trophies?" "To show their power over their victims, and then there's serial killers." "So, they take souvenirs for inventory control?" "And to relive each murder." "Well, perhaps some criminals take a trophy because they want to be caught." "Crime needs punishment." "Mm-Hmm." "And one more question." "Why do people grow up to become serial killers?" "Well, there are all kinds of individual reasons, but what unites most serial killers is they have very high self-esteem, but feel the world does not give them the recognition they deserve." "Because..?" "They're failures." "Professionally, romantically, financially." "Always?" "Just about." "Speaking of failures..." "Thank you." "Hugo!" "Arkady Taliban." "Quick question." "You found the body?" "Yeah, why?" "Are you still trying to solve a crime that doesn't need to be solved?" "I told you, we got the guy." "Humor me." "You know how she died?" "Mm-Hmm." "She was strangled, correct?" "I can't say." "That's a police hold back." "But you are not a police." "You wouldn't understand." "It-it's a brotherhood." "A calling." "Until you die, you're a cop." "So she was strangled then, thank you." "Mm, Grey's quite the famous shrink." "Taught at Penn." "Private practice." "Speaks all over the world." "Three books, and he's doing the keynote this afternoon." "So why would he bring her body all the way down to the pool?" "This Dr. Grey is an expert on..." "What did you call it?" "Hydrophobia." "So maybe he's obsessed with water." "Maybe." "Maybe we should call the police." "I don't know about that." "Grey may have confessed, but all the evidence is all circumstantial." "Have you been reading law books in your spare time, Sam?" "I thought it might help us out." "Do you hear this, alcina?" "Sam dismisses abstract thought and craves concrete evidence." "Where do people hide things in hotel rooms, besides the safe?" "Oh, Mr. Balagan, everyone thinks they are so smart, but they always hide their things in the same four places." "Go on." "Well, there's between the bed and the mattress..." "Or they tape things under the chairs..." "And the sneaky ones put things under the extra blankets in the closet..." "Or in the extra toilet paper roll." "I am on it." "If there's a killer, maybe I should go, too, just in case." "I fly solo." "Well done." "How much for the whole night?" "Asshole." "You little bitch!" "Room service?" "Room 1501." "Baby back ribs, please." "Room service." "Just leave it there!" "Lydia..." "I miss you." "I need you." "Come to my room." "1501." "Now you are cured of your hydrophobia." "He may be crazy, but he's not lying." "He did kill her." "Hey, Gurjit, check out the rack on..." "Oh." "That belonged to Lydia Beckett, her mother confirms it." "It was hidden in 1501, registered to a Dr. Abel Grey." "A maid found it." "Grey called Lydia at 1:10 A.M." "They were having an affair, and he confessed to me." "Twice." "That's enough to arrest him, or do you want me to get you a pee sample, too?" "Good evening, Dr. Futterman." "Dr. Marcus." "We were just discussing your case." "Arguing, really." "Lost track of time." "Well, you won't be the only ones missing Dr. Grey's keynote..." "I do not believe this!" "This is absolutely ridiculous!" "What happened?" "That is not Dr. Grey." "Yes, it is." "That's Dr. Grey." "What did he do?" "Had you pegged for a wannabe, Balagan, but this time you're the real deal." "I'm afraid that is not him." "What are you talking about?" "That's Grey." "It's Grey, but it's not the killer." "Thank you, Mr. Campbell." "Call me Tom." "Please." "Oh, uh, thank you for coming all this way." "My pleasure." "It's a beautiful part of the country up here." "So I'm eager to hear what you have to say about the bullets in my sister's case." "Yes, well, let me give you a bit of the background info first." "In the marines, I trained at the expeditionary warfare school in ballistics..." "I will sue you, Mr. Balagan, till you are broke, till you are naked, till you are dead." "I apologize again, Dr. Grey." "I explained the mix-up to the police." "Then why am I still here?" "My lawyer says you haven't gone to the station to make your statement." "Because you're a shut-in," "I'm a prisoner!" "Why did this man try to frame you?" "I don't know who he is." "In his late 30s." "Smart, creepy." "He would have had to break into your office, or snoop around your house." "He must've been obsessed with you." "Lusek." "William Lusek." "Dammit." "I thought I saw him stealing my garbage two months ago." "The Lusek case." "Tell me about it." "When Lusek was 13, he strangled a classmate and put her body in a bathtub." "So, what happened to him?" "He spent the next two years in psychiatric institutions and was subsequently under my care for four years." "He didn't go to jail?" "No, his family history helped me to get him acquitted on a delayed-trauma, temporary-insanity defense." "What family history?" "When Lusek was six, his mother was charged with killing her daughter." "She said her baby accidentally drowned in the bathtub, but the evidence pointed to her strangling her." "You got him acquitted of killing his classmate." "Why is he trying to frame you?" "Did you have an affair with Lydia Beckett?" "Who said that?" "Lusek." "Lydia's mother, everyone but you." "No comment." "And last night?" "I had drinks in the bar with my colleagues." "I saw Lydia flirting with a strange man." "I started to feel tired." "I went to my room about 9:30." "I ordered a light snack..." "And you fell asleep before it came?" "That's right." "Let me guess..." "You didn't call Lydia at 1:00 A.M." "No, when I woke up in the morning," "I learned Lydia had been murdered." "And you didn't tell anyone you knew her because..." "We had a complicated history." "I'm a married man, a father." "You need to get me out of here." "Get me out..." "Asshole." "You little bitch!" "Room 1501." "Butter chicken, please." "Room service!" "Just leave it there!" "Lydia..." "I think I understand what happened." "Yes, you screwed up." "The uzi pistol and an uzi micro both use 9 mil, but I want to talk to you about the Russian variants." "There are two." "The 7n31 and the 7n21..." "Pippa?" "Let's go for a walk." "Okay." "Pippa, I'm sorry, I can't come right now." "I'm very busy..." "Pippa can't come to the phone right now." "Where is she, Lusek?" "So you figured out who I am, but too late, I win." "I keep her." "What have you done with her?" "Is she okay?" "For now." "You were hoping I could catch you, right?" "Give me one more chance." "You'll have to come outside to get me." "Mr. Lusek, you know I can't do that." "No, you can because I can cure you." "Remember?" "You're a better psychiatrist than the psychiatrists, but..." "I'm not a good patient." "I can't be cured." "You have no choice." "Now, you come outside, and I'll call and I'll let you know where Pippa is." "It'll be fun, I promise." "Better hurry." "Because he hates psychiatrists because they got him off on an insanity plea." "Hold it, that's why I hate psychiatrists, but he got off, so it makes no sense." "He wants to be punished." "He's a whack-job." "So now he'll embarrass the entire profession by doing what they couldn't, curing the world's most famous agoraphobe." "And how do you know all this?" "A rubber duckie told me." "Lusek was saying all shrinks are "quacks."" "This is the best I could find in the kitchen, Mr. Balagan." "So this is going to work?" "This will let you leave the hotel?" "Yes." "I hope so." "You can do it, Mr. Balagan." "You do not need the hood." "I do." "Take it off." "No, please, Mr. Lusek." "Allow me to do this incrementally." "You can do it, Mr. Balagan." "No hood." "I am outside." "No one has gotten me this far." "Turn to the right." "Left." "See, it's me." "Now tell me where to go." "Take it off!" "You said a mind like mine needs play." "That is what I'm doing, so give me directions." "What game are you playing?" "I am imagining I am inside so that my body can be outside." "Baby steps, Mr. Lusek..." "No, shut up." "Keep walking." "Forward." "You see, it is working." "Now where do I go to find Pippa?" "Nothing." "Anybody got a 20 on this nut job?" "Okay, enough." "Take off the hood." "It's working, Mr. Lusek!" "The world must see that I have cured you." "Now, take off your hood." "And they will." "Now." "Now, I don't know who's down there," "Mr. Balagan, but it's not you." "Of course it is." "And the next time you lose someone you care about, there will be no doubt that you were responsible." "Mr. Lusek!" "He's gone, Sam." "Sorry." "Where the hell is he?" "No, where is he going?" "Water..." "He must be taking Pippa to the pool." "Brilliant, but too bad it's wrong." "I mean, look, it's still locked down." "It's a crime scene." "Isn't that a little obvious anyway?" "Obvious." "Why did he take Lydia to the pool in the first place?" "I don't know, to see if dead people float?" "His mother, when she killed his baby sister, put her in a bathtub and said that she drowned." "He put his classmate in a bathtub, so it follows logically that the only reason Lusek put Lydia in the pool was because he didn't have a bathtub." "Yeah, but do you know how many bathtubs there are in the Huxley?" "We just renovated those suites and five of the bath drain stoppers are already broken." "Yes, but not all of them have stoppers that work." "Yeah, it's Hugo." "Are there any work orders for room 1501?" "Come on, come on, come on..." "One for plumbing." "Where the hell is he?" "He wants to be caught." "Wait, where are you going?" "Watch the monitors!" "I can help you." "You cheated, Arkady..." "You need to be punished." "You cannot kill her yet." "I have one more move left!" "You wasted it." "You're not angry at me, you're angry at psychiatrists." "And wouldn't you be?" "Yes." "Don't..." "Okay, okay." "Okay!" "Ah, ah..." "Okay, okay." "I know you killed your classmate." "I know you did, and even though you weren't held criminally responsible," "I know that you feel guilty about that." "Yes?" "Yes." "They said I was crazy." "I wasn't crazy, I was evil." "Right from the start." "What a tragedy..." "When this sort of thing happens," "I always think," ""that's someone's daughter, someone's sister."" "The world is brimming with tragedy." "And injustice." "I killed her." "You killed her." "Yes." "The rubber duck." "You killed your baby sister, not your mother." "You killed her, and your mother covered for you." "Yes." "And that's why the wrong person was arrested, and that's what you want to be punished for." "Nobody knew that." "You did." "I did." "Yes, you did." "I was a bad boy." "No, no, no, no, you were a little boy." "You were probably just jealous." "That's the most natural thing in the world to be jealous." "It's bred in our bones for survival." "I need to be punished." "Crime needs punishment, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does." "Well, you can be punished now." "You don't need to kill anymore." "You can be punished for Lydia." "Would you like to be punished?" "And the two girls?" "And the two girls, the classmate, your little sister." "You need help." "Would you like some help?" "Yes." "Would you like to call for 9-1-1?" "Yes..." "I need help." "My name?" "My name's Billy..." "Billy Lusek." "Hi." "Hey." "I couldn't move my arms." "You were drugged." "I tried to fight him." "It's all right, it's all right." "We beat him." "But me trying to solve my puzzles, and you trying to solve..." "Rosemary's case..." "Look at the trouble we got into." "We can do it, Arkady."