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?

Right over here, Lieutenant.

Thank God you're here.

Dylan Reinhart, Lizzie's partner.

David Wu, Jasmine's fiancé.

I just had to go I.D. Abby's body.

Jazz, I'm so sorry. Can you tell us what happened?

Some people at Abby's party kept grabbing at her.

I tried to put a stop to it, she flipped out,

and she went somewhere to calm down.

And after a while, nobody could find her.

Then the valet says she jumped in some random car

and drove away.

Just give us a minute.

Abby Wright stole a car?

And the valet let her do that?

He thought the car was hers.

Jazz, I know you want to be here for Abby,

but you've been through enough today.

We've got this. Go home.

That's an order from your friend.

I'll need hourly updates.

Absolutely.

Came down from up there.

Witnesses say the car

was going way above the speed limit.

Why would Abby Wright steal a car

and go speeding off a bridge?

This is supermodel Beyza looking stunning in couture.

Abby Wright's annual charity auction.

It's the fun fund-raising gala of the year.

Wright is wrong! Wright is wrong!

For the record, I didn't ask you to marry me

because you're friends with the owner of the New York Hudsons,

but it doesn't hurt.

Oh, yeah, I was a baller

when I was ten, networking

with the nerdiest white girl in the Bronx.

Abby Wright's come a long way.

I didn't expect this many protestors.

I did. I love Abby,

but moving an iconic basketball team to another city?

Setting herself up for a world of hate.

Hey.

That guy look odd to you?

Probably part of security detail.

I don't see his earpiece.

Excuse me. I'm NYPD.

Man at 3:00 with a gun.

Six feet, 170 pounds, mid to late 40s.

Where?

He was just there.

We'll check it out.

Come on, Rafferty, will you shoot the thing already?

Yes.

Yes!

Come on.

Go, Hudsons.

Uh, y-yeah, they're not playing, Dylan.

This, uh... this game determines who they play

- in the next round, so... - Oh.

We're pulling for Miami.

Oh, great. Go, Miami.

So, what do you want to do now?

Uh... watch the rest of the game.

Oh. Um...

I'm hungry. Couldn't you record it

and we could watch it when you come back?

Yeah, but if-if I don't watch it live,

then I have no control over what happens.

Oh.

Let's get deeper into that.

Yeah, let's not. Look, I-I know sports

isn't your thing, but it's the playoffs.

As soon as the game is over, I promise

we'll do whatever you want, okay?

Whatever I want?

Ooh.

This must really be an important game.

Get off!

By the way, it's official.

The mayor is boycotting this event.

Such transparent posturing.

When are you gonna make a run?

My PR firm is ready to brand Mayor Jasmine Gooden.

You will be an easy sell.

Do you ever get tired of having

such a perfect husband?

Ms Wright.

- Oh, hello. - Nice to see you. How are you?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Can I get a...

Oh, uh, I'll be back in a minute.

Abby, can I get a selfie?

She's gotta be hating this.

Yeah, she does.

But she's gotten used to it.

Goes with the territory of owning a major sports franchise.

Abby, you okay?

I am so sorry.

Don't touch me!

Everybody just stop touching me!

I'm sorry, I-I was just...

I was just startled.

Why don't we go inside for a minute?

Just cool off?

- All right? - Let's go inside.

Come on.

Is this Abby's bracelet?

Uh, yeah.

I'll get it to her.

Ah.

Boom. Miami pulled it out.

It is so cute how you get so excited

about five men you've never met who chase a ball

for a living.

Yeah, almost as cute as how

your nose crinkles when you patronize me.

You're right.

- That was passive-aggressive. - Uh-huh.

But what with the playoffs and your schedule and mine,

we hardly spend any time together.

And I miss you.

Well, we got the rest of the day,

so... what should we do?

Should we go to the behavioral disorder exhibit?

Oh.

Oh, it's um...

Let me guess. Lizzie?

Mm-hmm.

It's a big case.

It's our lieutenant's friend.

Sh-She says it's bad.

Go.

Came down from up there.

Witnesses say the car was going way above the speed limit.

I was just up at the crash site.

No skids. Possible suicide?

- Wasn't a suicide. - We've been here two seconds.

You can't just know that.

She didn't try to brake.

Suicide is still on the table.

Abby Wright was scrupulous about her image.

If she was suicidal, I highly doubt

she would try to kill herself in such a violently public way.

It looks like there's paint from

at least three different cars on here.

That could have happened any time.

I called Real Time Crime, asking to pull

the 911 calls around the time Abby crashed.

Turns out Abby called.

911. What is your emergency?

You have to help me! He's going to kill me!

Can you give me your location, ma'am?

Ma'am?

Now can we rule out suicide?

I'm not saying anyone should have killed her.

Clearly wrong, but... "Las Vegas Hudsons"

are three words that do not belong together.

Like "gas station buffet."

It's not just fans. You move a New York team,

you're gonna piss off the business community.

And those guys aren't short on money or power.

Careful, guys. Abby Wright was a good friend of the lieutenant.

Where are we on the guest list?

Calling number 52 right now.

So far, nobody's heard anything, nobody's seen anything.

The only two guarantees in life: Death and useless witnesses.

Hey, Lou.

Sorry about your friend.

Thanks.

Harris, did you get those videos I sent?

I was just about to show Lizzie.

Yeah, I've been reviewing red carpet footage

from various news outlets, and so far,

I don't see anyone matching the description

of the guy you saw with the gun.

Send it to me. I'll take a look.

Lieutenant's fiancé recorded part of the party with his phone

right before Abby Wright disappeared.

You see anything abnormal, Doc?

Yeah. There's a guy at the back

stuffing mini eggrolls into his pocket.

Excuse me, can I get a...

Oh, uh, be back in a minute.

Yes, ma'am, it has been