Mindcage

Jake.

Dutch.

Hey, you'’re not gonna like this one, Jake.

Trust me.

Don'’t examine the body

until a lead investigator is present.

Understood. But you'’re half an hour late.

The priest said that he'’d never seen this woman in the church before.

Just because he'’s a priest don'’t mean he can't lie, Mary.

Sage.

Jake!

Wait here.

I already spoke with Dr. Loesch.

The Artist is right where he should be.

Just wait till CSI finish this report.

Can'’t start jumping into conclusions here.

What were you guys talking about?

Just some old demons.

St. Joseph'’s called again today.

The doctors are giving him one week, maybe two at the most.

You should go see him.

-I can'’t handle that. -Mary, this is your dad.

Can we please just not talk about this?

Before the biblical God created the world,

he first created the heavens.

And inside the heavens, he created the cherubim,

the angels and the archangels.

The archangels were essentially the highest rank of angels

and the chief messengers of God himself.

Among those archangels was a being known as Lucifer.

Both women were coated in a resinous substance.

The lab confirmed it'’s the same compound used on previous victims.

Previous victims?

I think it'’s pretty safe to assume

-we have a copycat on our hands here, folks. -Sir?

One with a rather intimate knowledge of his predecessor.

-Uh, excuse me, Sheriff? -Yes, Detective Kelly.

I didn'’t realize that there were other murders connected to this case.

I assumed Jake filled you in.

It must'’ve slipped his mind.

Okay, here'’s the Cliff'’s Notes version.

Five years ago, serial killer Arnaud Lefeuvre,

aka "The Artist," abducted and murdered six women.

Prostitutes, sex workers.

First, he poisoned and preserved them using a ricin extracted from castor beans.

Then he'’d arrange and decorate the corpses

in lifelike poses using metal frames,

leaving them to be found in various places around the city.

He called them his "masterpieces."

I do actually remember that. It was before finals,

so the details are a little fuzzy.

How did you guys end up catching him?

Damn fine detective work is how.

Done by damn fine detectives, one of whom is sitting right beside you.

Hey. You might want to ease up on the caffeine there.

It'’s the only thing keeping me vertical.

Sleep hasn'’t been very restful for me lately.

Ah.A railroad worker found her about an hour ago.

Need to get some photographs around here.

The city is still trying to recover from what happened five years ago.

Last thing we need is some damn copycat reenacting this nightmare.

Well, you'’re preaching to the choir, sir.

Yeah. That'’s why I'm considering every option.

-No way. Absolutely not. -Think objectively here, Jake.

He'’s our best chance, and you know it.

-Nobody would do this, sir. -Dutch has already volunteered.

-Dutch? -Okay, sorry. Vo-- Volunteered for what?

The Artist.

He wants to send Dutch in there to see The Artist.

Oh, well, that'’s a bold move, um, but worth a shot.

I think that if you appeal to his ego,

he would resent the fact that another lesser artist is copying his work.

But I think Dutch needs some finesse.

I would send someone else.

Who do you have in mind, Detective?

Um, you'’re looking at her.

My background is in psychology, so...

I'’ve read your file, Mary.

Then what do you say? You won'’t regret this.

Sir, she'’s not ready for this.

You know what? I'’m actually very capable of making my own decisions.

Thank you. I won'’t let you down.

I'’ll call Dr. Loesch, set it up this afternoon.

Thank you.

I still deserve to be here, you know.

So don'’t even think about monopolizing the conversation.

I get to ask some of the questions.

All of them actually. I'’m not going in with you.

What do you mean?

Well, The Artist is only going to play ball

if we could somehow win his trust.

That would be impossible with me in the room, considering our history.

You mean what? Other than the arrest? Or...

People will remember The Artist for the way he murdered and preserved six women.

But he actually took seven lives.

What are you talking about?

Zeke Anderson. My partner of 15 years.

And a good friend.

The night we finally tracked down The Artist, Zeke was killed.

Jake, I'’m so sorry. I... I had no idea.

There'’s more.

That night, we were pursuing The Artist in a patrol car.

We collided. Our vehicles flipped.

I must have lost consciousness for a moment

because I don'’t remember Zeke getting out.

I just seen him standing next to The Artist and...

And what?

Zeke doused himself in gasoline

and set himself on fire.

Mr. Lefeuvre is monitored around the clock.

He'’s actually the only resident of a psychiatric institution scheduled for execution.

The court declared him sane, right?

Yes, I read the mental evaluation presented at his trial.

And you disagree?

My opinion'’s irrelevant.

The Artist was transferred here to prevent any further self-harm.

Self-harm?

Slashing his wrists

and painting on the walls in his own blood.

Thank you.

-Mr. Lefeuvre, my name is Detective Mary Kelly. -I know who you are.

-Sorry. Did someone tell you that I was coming? -Yes. A winged friend told me.

Well, I'’m sure someone like you

has much better use of their time than conversing with birds.

And who said anything about a bird?

The reason for my visit today is actually because--

Regarding the copycat, no doubt.

I presume you'’d hoped to pick at my brain on the matter.

Yes, I was--

I was hoping that you might familiarize yourself with the case.

If you saw some photos of the victims,

maybe you would notice something that could help us.

And if I notice something, what would be in it for me?

I just assumed a man like you

wouldn'’t want his legacy tarnished by an impostor.

That'’s semi-clever, Mary.

I'’m afraid you'’ll have to take a different tack with me.

Okay, then, I will talk to Dr. Loesch

and see if we can get you some better meal options.

Two weeks before my execution, you think I'’ll be swayed by a new menu?

Extending the time in the yard then?

I abhor physical exertion of any kind.

"No" again, I'’m afraid.

But let'’s cut to the chase, shall we?

I want my death sentence commuted to life in prison.

I'’m afraid I don't have the authority to offer you that.

You will have once we show the authorities something.

May I?

Photographs of my art macabre

can still be seen on the Internet

if one knows where to look,

and then used to replicate my work.

So, the suspect could be literally anyone.

No, not anyone.

The preservative was a match.

Your formula, it was sealed by court order.

It was never released to the public.

So, this copycat, he knows far more than he should.

Maybe it was someone that you knew from your past, someone that you confided in?

Could you leave the file with me tonight?

I'’d like to study it in detail.

I'’ll have Dr. Loesch bring it to your cell.

In the meantime, I have prepared some questions

that might help refresh your memory.

That won'’t be necessary. My memory is absolute.

But I would like your help with a different matter.

-What is that? -My art supplies.

They'’ve been in the Sheriff'’s Department storage since my arrest.

I want them back with permission to use them in my cell.

I must have my art supplies, Mary, or we can'’t proceed.

It'’s nonnegotiable.

Reminder that my hour of death is fast approaching.

Thank you, Mary.

I'’ll see what I can do.

Should you find anything, Dr. Loesch will provide you access to a phone.

Mary, are you familiar with the archangel Samael?

Yes, but I outgrew fairy tales.

And then along comes Mary.

He knew I was coming. Someone on the inside must be feeding him information.

What about our case? Is he willing to help?

-Uh... -What does he want?

He wants his sentence commuted.

-No damn way! -Okay. He might know something.

Don'’t be naive, Mary.

He only said what you wanted to hear.

Naive? Wow. That was uncalled for.I'’m sorry.

But two weeks from now that bastard'’s gonna fry,

and the world'’ll be a better place for it.

I think we both could use a coffee.

I'’m okay. Thank you.