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?

Don't overdo it today, Gary.

Pace yourself.

Surprise!

Whoa.

Bad time?

No. No, it's never a bad time

to see my little sister.

Um... - Hi!

- Hi! - You look amazing, as usual.

What, is everything okay?

Everything's great. Why?

Well, I just... I, uh...

I haven't seen you since Christmas,

and you live in Boulder, and...

here you are in my house.

I have a job thing.

Okay.

So you're here looking for a job.

That's good. Great.

Really great news.

Well, are you taking off?

- There's a murder I need to get to. - It's cool.

I'll just chill with Gary. I know where everything is.

- Okay. Let me know if you need anything. - Okay.

Photo, get a shot of that.

Hey, Doc. Good morning, Detective.

Uh, not so far. What have we got?

Those two lovebirds right here

were on their way to a romantic encounter

and literally tripped over the remains.

I'm guessing that killed the mood.

Our vic's a John Doe.

Unis searched the area for a weapon.

Nothing so far. You need anything, let me know.

- Okay. - Thanks.

I'm keeping the lookie-loos away.

He's just a kid.

Can't be older than 18 or 19.

Aw.

The hem on his pants is hand-stitched.

Probably done by his mother.

- Makes it sadder somehow. - (CAMERA CLICKS)

We'll run these through facial recognition.

Key ring, no keys.

Maybe they were stolen.

Or maybe it's just a good-luck amulet.

Guess it didn't do much good.

Rigor's not far along. He's been dead six hours max.

Single slice made with a straight-edge blade,

possibly a hunting knife.

No hesitation marks.

Do you understand the level of aggression it takes

to make that cut with one stroke?

And to throw away the body, not even try to hide it...

just get rid of it like it's garbage...

demonstrates a flagrant disregard for societal norms

and a chilling lack of empathy.

Whoever did this is a savage.

"Savage" means merely uncivilized.

This is the work of a sociopath,

a far more dangerous creature.

Caleb Troyer, 19.

Dixons Corners, New York.

- How far upstate is that? - Two hours.

Uh, local sheriff said the family belongs

to a strict religious community.

Yeah, I have it here.

"The church espouses an ascetic life,

eschewing modern technology, including phones and computers "".

"Espouses" and "eschewing" in one sentence

is just showing off.

So they're, like, Amish?

Kind of but not.

"Formal education ceases at 13."

Wow. Some religions reject Satan.

They reject high school.

I just spoke to him Saturday

on the pay phone at the post office.

Why did Caleb move to New York?

To find work.

He went with another boy from the church, Seth Weber,

about six months ago.

But I just spoke

to his parents, and they said that Seth

told them that he and Caleb

hadn't been living together for some time.

What did Caleb do in the city?

Construction. (SIGHS)

He'd send us a hundred dollars every week.

Alice.

You people from the government?

New York City Police, sir.

We're trying to find out what happened to your son.

Do you know who Caleb spent time with in New York?

We don't know much about his life in the city.

Boy always kept secrets.

Well, a lot of teenagers do.

We got things to do.

Do you mind if we take a look at Caleb's room?

No posters.

No electronics.

If I was a teenager, I might want to get out of here, too.

Nice quilt, though.

Hand-stitched.

They just lost their son,

yet no warmth between them.

Must have taken a lot of courage for Caleb

to defy such a domineering father

and move to New York.

I bet the mom was Caleb's ally.

Look.

Oh, those are the same feathers that were on his key ring.

What are those?

Popsicle sticks? He kept them.

In a lockbox.

They must have meant something to him.

Mrs. Troyer, do you know what these are?

I've never seen them before.

Mm-hmm.

That photograph of Caleb,

do you think it might be possible that I could keep it?

Yes, of course. Here.

Thank you.

Caleb would've had a rough go in my family.

We were always in each other's business.

He definitely had a private life.

I don't think he went to New York to find work.

I think the move was... more personal.

Man, there's nothing personal.

Just like his room at home.

If 85% of the people born into the community

stay within the church their entire lives,

I wonder what happens to the other 15%.

You think it could be someone from the church?

Well, the church defines its own rules,

and Caleb's father clearly disapproved of his decisions.

Ooh. Blood.

Get a photo. We need CSU here.

Well, well, well.

Looks like Caleb was having a party.

One with lipstick, one without.

One joint with lipstick.

Hmm.

Hey! Stop!

Hiding in the closet?

Seriously?

There's nothing going on, Officer.

Then why were you standing

- in a closet? - (SIGHS)

That's why.

Who are you?

Seth Weber.

You're who Caleb moved down here with.

I live with my girlfriend now.

What would your church think about the weed?

About you breaking into Caleb's room?

I didn't break in.

The door was unlocked. And I didn't do this.

I got here right before you. I came to get the money.

Caleb's loaning me $95 for rent.

He keeps his money in the sock drawer.

We don't trust banks where we're from.

The money's gone.

Caleb's dead, Seth.

He was killed.

Dead?

What...? How?

When was the last time you saw him?

Friday, when I asked to borrow...

You think I did it? Maybe he didn't

lend you the money. You and Caleb fought.

- No way. Maybe he was gonna

tell your parents about you smoking weed,

about you living in sin with your girl.

Caleb wouldn't do that. He was loyal.

Besides, he's the one who had secrets.

What kind of secrets?

I don't know, but he...

he used to disappear for hours and never tell anyone

where he was going. Even back home,

there was times he'd tell his folks he was at work

and I knew that wasn't true.

Who were Caleb's friends here?