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It's okay for me to be here.

I mean, I'm just David's friend.

Just take- take my money.

I don't want your money, Simon.

I am going to take something

much more dear to you than that.

Either you lose the ability to hear

or your lose the ability to play.

Shut up! This way!

Hurry up! Get on your knees!

Okay!

Choose.

Your hearing...

or your fingers.

Why is this happening?

You have 60 seconds to decide.

What's it gonna be?

Fine.

Fingers.

But you have one more choice to make.

All at once

or one at a time?

Choose!

crunch!

ISO17?

ISO17.

Hey, hey, no sleeping in here!

God damn it.

How'd you even get-

Sh*t.

So the janitor found

the poor bastard passed out

in the staircase.

No witnesses, no security cameras.

Great. What else?

Looks like we got a pattern.

That's blood.

From the crime scene last night.

That's a match.

Where's the victim?

Covenant Hospital.

Show me where they found him.

How bad is it?

He'll live.

I'm not sure how much

he's gonna want to.

Snipped off all his fingers

and made sure they

couldn't be sewn back on.

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, that's the symbol

I told you about.

I already got Jamie on it.

Christ almighty.

The aforementioned fingers.

Sheriff Wagner. Follow me.

Sheriff Wagner, any comments

for the evening news?

- No.

- Come on, Tom.

Throw me a bone here.

Your kid wants to join their ranks?

Good times.

Sheriff Wagner has no comment.

"Sources close to the investigation

"say the attacker forced the victim

"to choose between losing his hearing

or losing his fingers. "

How does a person

do something like that?

You know, personally, I think I'd rather

lose my hearing and be deaf

than lose my fingers,

but the guy was a pianist,

so a pretty raw deal either way, right?

Hello? What is with you?

You're acting all weird. Are you okay?

If I tell you something,

do you promise not to think I'm crazy?

- Forget about it.

- No, tell me.

No, really, let's just drop it.

Fi!

In her note,

my mom talked about choices,

and it never made sense.

But what if someone made her choose,

choose between doing what she did

or-or something else

that was even more horrible?

That would explain it, right?

Then it would make sense.

Have you spoken

to your father about this?

God, I can't talk to him

about this stuff.

Last time I tried,

he totally freaked out on me.

Maybe you should just try, Fi.

You know, maybe you should just try.

You're right.

It's silly.

I'm just being silly.

Mr. Campbell?

Not another one of you.

I just...

I just want to get some sleep.

Of course.

I understand.

Get on with it already.

Come on, come on.

Um, is there anything else

you can think of that might help

identify the guy who did this to you?

How many times

do I have to go over this?

It was dark.

He had a flashlight

in my eyes the whole time.

I don't know who he was

or how he knew my name-

He knew your name?

What else did he know about you?

Nothing, I guess.

Did he say anything to you

that stuck out

or anything that you could

think of that might have-

Something about choices

and, uh, ramifications

or something like that.

I don't know.

There must be a reason

why he picked you.

There must be a reason

why he chose you.

Can you think of anything?

Do you know him?

Have you ever met somebody

that might do this to you

or anything?

Please, there must be a reason.

I just-

I just want to get some sleep.

Okay, next.

Okay, okay.

Do you have the camera?

Try a little less smile.

You got five frames.

Great, but it's not been the five best

we've had so far, okay?

Come on, give me a nice smile.

Just give me your eyes. There you go.

You know what? I'm over this.

I'm done. I'm done.

A**hole.

All right, you know,

let me see everything

from the first camera right away.

Just forget about the other one

for now, okay?

No, I just wrapped.

A bullshit day, as always.

I don't feel well.

Listen, I need to eat.

So if you don't mind

putting in an order for me,

that would be great.

Yeah, I know.

Baby, I know, but listen-

I- okay.

Fine.

Hey, sorry. I'm sorry.

We're just-we're wrapped up.

Can you see that I'm on the phone here?

- Yeah, seriously.

- Okay.

Not a conversation for you.

Get the f*** out of here.

No, just some idiot.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be such a f***ing a**hole.

No, I don't care.

He just walked in here

and was eavesdropping

on my whole conversation.

All right.

Yeah, well,

you better start thinking of me

for a change, all right?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, well, that's your opinion.

I'll see you later.

If you want to get laid tonight,

you better drop the f***ing attitude.

What?

No, go away.

Listen, I'll be done when I'm done.

Just give me a minute.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

What the- listen, you little sh*t,

whatever the f*** your name is,

if you expect to come back here tomorrow

and have a job-

Hey, not funny!

I thought you loved the camera, Jenna.

Who the f*** are you, you creepy f***?

Sticks and stones will break your bones.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me!

Vain to the very end.

Not afraid for your life,

just for your face.

Help!

I want to offer you a choice.

You have 60 seconds to decide.

What is more dear to you, b*tch?

Your eyesight or your beauty?

You'll either never be able

to see yourself again,

or the world will see what

a miserable hag you really are.

No, please!

Now let me see

those big, beautiful lips.

No, please!

The hourglass is handmade.

And I've timed it.

It's exactly one minute.

Down to the frickin' second.

Perfection is certainly

keeping with the profile.

Hey, Alice. My dad here?

Yeah, his office.

So that's now two handmade hourglasses.

They match perfectly.

The last crime scene and now this one.

We got zero fingerprints, zero hair.

This guy's good, really good.

We've never seen this level

of expertise before.

I'm just waiting on

the DNA report from Forensics,

see if we can get anything on the blood.

I just heard the vic, Simon Campbell,

has regained consciousness

up at Covenant Hospital,

so I'm gonna head over there

and question him, all right?

And let me know if anything

clicks with our piano man.

Hey, Ms. Pulitzer herself.

- Hmm.

- How you doing?

Good. You?

Oh, you know, been worse.

Been better.

Hey.

- Bad time?

- No, no.

Just promise me you'll never become

one of these bottom-feeders.

No comment.

That's my line.

Whole town's in a tizzy

because there might be

a madman on the loose.

Well, isn't there?

It's a little early

to be broadcasting

that kind of hysteria.

So the crimes actually aren't connected?

I'm not saying that.

Then there's a maniac on the loose.

Are we really having this discussion?

You taking notes?

God help the cops on your beat.

Please, come in.

Sit down.

I got a pop-up message

this morning on my computer.

Photographs of this woman

tortured, burned.

I think she might be dead.

Uh-huh.

You know, that's terrible.

I'm not saying it isn't,

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