Instinct

My name is Dylan Reinhart. Not too long ago,

I was an operative in the CIA known as Agent Reinhart.

When I left the Agency and started teaching,

I became Professor Reinhart.

I wrote a book about abnormal behavior

and criminals, which was so successful

a serial killer used it as clues for his murders.

That's when the New York Police Department

reached out to me to help catch him.

Which I did, so they hired me,

and I became Consultant Reinhart.

So now I'm working with this woman,

Detective Lizzie Needham

of the homicide division, catching killers.

Looks like I need a new name.

Don't they call you Professor Psychopath?

Sexy, edgy, risky.

Do you know what I mean? Tasty.

Yeah, I'm confused. Are you enthusing

about your empanada, or are you saying

that a book about consulting for the NYPD

isn't tasty enough for you?

No, I'm saying that the public is fickle

and these things wax and wane.

But the good news for you

is there's a huge appetite for spycraft.

You do realize I am no longer a spy.

Yes, but with your CIA background

and me as your editor, I could provoke

a bidding war for the movie rights

just based on the title alone.

So, my book, which I have not written yet, has a title?

Oh, yeah.

Mm, what is it?

Spy Brain.

Not that I would ever tell you

- what to write. - Oh, no, except when you do.

There's just one small hitch.

Well, we'll get the Agency's permission.

Even if we could, I would never divulge my CIA past.

I still have former assets in the field

who might be identified

and their lives put in mortal danger.

We'll just change the names.

Looks like a bad day for dogs everywhere.

Gary has a blankie,

a Tempur-Pedic bed, ten toys,

two tubs of finely chopped organic chicken...

What is that?

His doggy GPS.

I know, but it's not like he can tell someone if he gets lost.

Lizzie, he's here

for a tooth pulling, which is great news

because it means the doctor thinks he'll live long enough

to need the rest of his teeth.

So, isn't this overkill?

No, this is overkill.

That's a lot of forms for a tooth-pulling.

I know they have to put him down first.

Put him under. ‭Under.

Right, right. But are you sure that's all they want to do?

The vet just needs my permission to run a few tests

- before the procedure. - I had my appendix burst

in Tanzania once. I had to be airlifted to Kenya.

I didn't fill in half as many forms as that.

Did you forget you're here for moral support?

- Right. - ‭Gary's old.

I'm scared.

Maybe just be quiet.

It's funny.

Studies claim that pet ownership

reduces stress

and helps fight depression, yet here you are

stressing out about a tooth-pulling

and depressed about Gary's inevitable demise.

- We're ready for Gary. - Oh.

Hey, buddy.

Oh. It's okay, Gary.

Can you play that video again?

Check this out.

Keep your eye on the beagle. It's disturbing.

He's cramping, seizing up with pain.

And look at that motion he's making with his left paw.

I think he's injecting epinephrine into his thigh.

This beagle wasn't

having an allergic reaction

to that kid's peanuts.

He was in trouble long before that.

EMS arrived to find the poor guy unresponsive.

They did a scoop-and-run,

intubated him, administered ACLS,

but they couldn't revive him.

What was his cause of death?

Cardiac arrest due to anaphylactic shock

brought on by a severe allergic reaction to peanuts.

It's tragic but not uncommon.

Where's his costume?

And why was the epinephrine injection not effective?

He had one?

Oh, yeah.

Let me see.

There's a small puncture site on his thigh.

So the needle pierced the fur

and his skin, but didn't counteract the peanuts.

Maybe it was sabotaged.

We're gonna need to take this

- and have it tested. - Of course.

What is that?

A highly concentrated peanut compound.

Surprisingly odor-free.

How can you possibly know that?

Because I, too...

have a peanut allergy.

This man didn't die from an allergy.

He was murdered by one.

We need to secure the crime scene, collect evidence

and retrace Gavin's steps leading up to his murder.

You can't do this. We have a show in 20 minutes.

Look at the line. Ticket sales have quadrupled.

I can't believe Gavin's dead.

He was such a sweet guy.

We can't let all those kids down.

I'm sorry you won't be able to exploit

Bagel's untimely death, but we have a homicide

- to investigate. - ‭Homicide?

Gavin's death was no accident. Someone killed him.

How is it murder? He had a peanut allergy.

Are-are we in danger?

We have no reason to believe so,

but we're just starting our investigation.

Where was Gavin's costume kept, and who had

access to it when he wasn't wearing it?

He always brought his costume home.

Listen, I really gotta get this show started.

- Let's roll out, guys. - Hey, hey, hey.

Everyone needs to stay to be questioned.

Gavin was a mentor,

an inspiration to me.

Uh, he was giving, he was loving,

he was affectionate.

Why would anyone want to murder him?

Gavin brought something special to Bagel's character.

Kids responded to him.

Gavin was like a brother to me.

We had a great connection.

Both on and offstage.

Gavin was universally loved

and adored by everyone.

Theater has lost a great talent.

Gavin was a douchebag.

Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for the guy.

But he was banging Selma even though he was dating Mindy,

which pissed her off and made Solly completely jealous

because he kind of has a thing for Selma.

Yeah, Gavin was a mooch.

I think he owed Hector like a grand,

which he never paid back.

And even though he had a nothing career,

he was always bragging about some B-movie he shot in Morocco,

which I don't think even got released.

We have five people who felt some level of contempt

toward Gavin, just from this recent production alone.

I'd eliminate Hector.

Clearly, he resented Gavin but also had empathy towards him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lent him money in the first place.

And by killing him, he'd never get his money back.

I'd eliminate Solly. Gavin was helping make

his production successful.

True, and Solly's desire for Selma

was more wishful than real.

What about Dina? She didn't have a problem

pointing a finger towards everyone else.

Yeah, but she also pointed a finger at herself.

Not to mention she was right on all accounts.

Her story checked out.

Selma was oddly dispassionate,

which could be the trait of a killer,

but her motive is the most dubious.

Which leaves Mindy, who doesn't exactly

strike me as a peanut chemist.

Well, that was efficient.

We managed to eliminate the five potential suspects

in, oh, under 30 seconds.

Hey, hey. Having a barbecue this weekend.

I would have sent an e-mail,

but I couldn't get the thing to work, so I printed them.

Why does it look like a serial killer made these?

Yeah, I couldn't figure out how to delete the shoe.

What home upgrade you showing off this time?

We just put in some sweet new hardscaping.

You know, patio,

outdoor kitchen, the whole shebang.

You should bring your, um... you know, your, uh...

your guy, your, uh,

domestic whatever.

You mean my husband?

Yeah. Yeah.

Great.

I look forward to meeting your domestic whatever.

You're one of those people