CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Previously on CSI: Our serial killer

got all of his inspiration

from one place: The Nine Circles of Hell.

Your daughter, Ellie, is one of the girls

who may be missing.

The pictures I sent online?

A client who reached out to my ministry.

Oliver Tate. Works for a bio tech company.

Without an undercover operation,

we are all just sitting around

waiting for another body to drop.

I need to do this, Dad.

Stop the SUV.

Killer's got Morgan. And Ellie.

He's got them both.

The Book of Job tells the story

of a man who loved God

and renounced evil.

Until one day, Satan posed a challenge to God.

Test this man.

Test his faith.

When we mourn,

we're all tempted to curse God.

To give voice to our anger, our confusion.

Our sense of powerlessness against evil.

We're tempted to ask:

Are we being punished for our own sins?

We're tempted to ask:

Is there something we could have done?

You are the angry girl.

Get out of the car! Now! Get out!

Nick! She's not here. Russell, Morgan's gone.

Oliver Tate, LVPD!

Go, go!

Go left!

- Yep. Clear. - Clear!

Sheriff, it's clear.

No sign of... Find Tate.

Nick, traffic cams showed two SUVs.

We're tracking the other one now.

I got it.

The SUV with Morgan

is parked outside a storage facility

off of Hill

and Decatur.

Greg.

Greg!

Drop back!

Greg?

Nick, Greg, talk to me. What's going on?

Stand by, Russell.

It's not Morgan. It sure looks like her, though.

Her hair, her dress.

I think it's one of the missing girls

from Larson's church.

The crime scene's

staged like the Fifth Circle of Hell.

We'll start to process. Uh, get us some help

out here, will you?

If I may conjecture...

John, not now.

Your press badge only gets you

so much access. No, I understand.

This has nothing to do with my being a reporter

doing some story right now.

If neither Ellie Brass nor CSI Brody

were intended to be

the killer's next victim, then...

then there is still hope, isn't there?

There are four circles of Hell left,

so... more circles means more time.

We are gonna find them.

Alive?

Or like all the others?

We know you're working with Oliver Tate.

Oliver Tate.

No way.

Where are the girls?

I already told your guys who stopped me.

Now I'm telling you... I don't know.

And we're telling you we don't buy it.

Two SUVs, two drivers... you playing decoy,

and whoever was driving the girl.

And not just any girl.

I know your daughter Ellie

from Brother Larson's church.

She told me all about you.

: I'm not your little girl.

You're gonna talk to us.

Kiss my ass.

All right, all right, no, no, no, no.

The kid knows where Morgan is, Jim.

You want to know why I was driving that SUV?

I work for Brother Larson.

Talk to him.

You set us up, you son of a bitch.

I don't know what kind of...

intimidation Jake was subjected to,

but I know the boy's flesh is weak.

Righteousness and a good lawyer, cast out that confession

faster than Jesus cast out the moneychangers from the temple.

I-I don't way what game you're...

you think you're playing here.

You-you and Tate are on the hook

for four murders, and now two kidnappings.

I'm being set up, pal.

I'm telling you, Oliver Tate is setting me up.

Why would Tate go after you?

Obviously, a man of Tate's...

dark desires is vulnerable.

I tried to blackmail him, but...

man wouldn't pay my price, so...

I called his bluff.

I shared his secrets with his...

friends, his employer.

Much to his chagrin, I imagine.

You don't believe me, do you?

No. Admittedly, I've not earned your faith.

But... I know someone who has.

Someone who was once.

Tate's favorite forbidden fruit.

Someone who once saved your life.

Angela?

The very same.

I should warn you, Mr. Russell,

if Oliver Tate is the master of this game,

he will never stop until he sees to it...

we all burn.

Can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Ellie?

You're the cop. He said you'd be coming.

Who? Who said that?

I don't know. I haven't seen his face.

All I know is that I was with him

at his condo, and then I woke up here.

You were with him, too?

Yeah.

Where are we?

What is this place?

It's hell.

Hyoid bone's broken.

Denise Tyler was strangled.

Thoracic injuries appear postmortem

from being impaled - on that spear. - Staged.

Just like the others.

We've seen this latent bruising before.

Our last victim.

"Barb...

"the...

thorns."

What does that mean?

I don't know.

This guy's dropping bodies,

he's staging crime scenes

and leaving nothing behind to tie him to the murders.

Maybe this time he did. This looks like

a dried secretion.

Perhaps a bead of sweat

from the attack.

Could be our killer's DNA.

Who's the mannequin supposed to be,

the Grim Reaper or something?

Phlegyas, the boatman.

In Dante's Inferno, Virgil escorts Dante

down through the Nine Circles of Hell,

and Phlegyas here is the one who

gets him across the River Styx, the River of Death.

I always liked engineering.

How wide do you think that door is?

I don't know, maybe four feet.

And the beam of this boat?

At least six.

Somebody put this thing together in here.

Let's see if we can take it apart real quick.

I think there's a seam right here.

Ready? Yeah.

Balliol's bones... just like the ones our guy's

been leaving behind for us in the Bibles.

Yeah, but those dowels

had zeros on them; These have zeros

and numbers in repeating order

from stem to stern.

Maybe it's some kind

of, uh, sequence, like a code.

Tate's leaving us messages.

He must've left us something somewhere in that condo.

I mean, he know we were gonna tear the place apart.

I'm telling you, I haven't found anything,

and I mean anything.

There is no blood,

there are no signs of violence.

There is nothing here to even suggest

a secondary location.

All right. Keep looking.

You know, there's got to be a message there someplace.

Hi. Hi.