We're now in Adam's room. He's yet another criminal with delusions of becoming an artist. Sara's checking out the drawings -- a cat with a tail that turns into a thorny branch, a tree that turns into a spike-studded cudgel. Gil stops snapping photos to exclaim, "This stuff is dark!" A mentally ill criminal producing disturbing drawings? What are the odds? Sara says as much. Gil checks out a sketch of a Medusa-like woman and comments, "Adam's subconscious was working overtime." Sara muses, "I bet you aced your Rorschachs." She smiles at him, and Gil gets flustered. Then she says, "When I was in fifth grade, I drew a picture of a harpooned whale. Everyone thought I was gonzo'd. But I had just read Moby Dick. Sometimes a dying whale's just a dying whale." Gil is staring at her with an expression that seems to suggest something's blown his mind. Could it be the idea of a ten-year-old Melville fan? The intimation that Sara's mental health was ever shaky? The suggestion that Sara thinks he may be overanalyzing Adam's boring and derivative sketches? Sara then accidentally drops a sketch. Unfortunately for all of you, I have no idea what happened after she moved the desk to retrieve it, as an actual crime report interrupted the broadcast for two minutes.
However, by the time we return, we're in Dr. Dino's office, Gil's recovered from whatever fantasies he had of a lingerie-clad Sara sitting on a pillow and reading Billy Budd to him, and returned to his usual state: staring contemptuously at whomever happens to be in his line of sight. Dr. Dino's reading the letters I assume Sara found tucked behind the desk. The first one: "Dearest angel, I think of you wherever I go. You are my prince. I miss you. Write to me. Your only love, Mother." Then Dr. Dino shudders in disgust before resuming: "Another one 'It rained today. I thought of that time when you and I got caught in that storm at the lake. The fire I came home and made your favorite dinner. I even set a place for you' so on and so forth." Sara manages to recover first: "That does not sound maternal to me." That would be because it's not. "Incest," Gil says grimly. Dr. Dino concurs, "Fully consummated. Mother/son incest is rare, deeply pathological --" "Oedipal complex taken too far," Sara interrupts, but Dr. Dino quickly clarifies, "Oedipal implies son-to-mother. In this case, the mother was seeking the love and creating the codependence. We call this the Jocasta complex when Adam was nine, his father died. His mother replaced her dead husband with her son." Sara dryly comments, "That's gonna mess you up." And how: Adam is schizo-affective, suicidal, and a pathological narcissist. Dr. Dino continues, "When he was a teenager, he was unable to retaliate against his mother, and incapable of actual intimacy, so he started raping women." Gil asks, "Always women?" Getting animated, Dr. Dino says, "Yes, which is why I don't think he killed Robbie." Sara points out that she found Adam's semen in Robbie's bed, and Dr. Dino continues, "See, that surprises me. Like any good psychopath, he rarely veers from his pattern. Adam is a single-celled organism who exists wholly for himself. He must have been getting something tangible in return." What that might be is a mystery for now.