[Suspenseful music swells] FRANKLIN: You're not going anywhere.

Miller froze. He didn't hear anything in his headphones. He checked the source code. The line was hard-coded into the file, but it didn't match the audio. He hit the spacebar to pause, but the video kept running.

He clicked play. On screen, the investigator Ken Franklin was murdering his victim. Miller tapped his keyboard, timing the text.

Miller’s heart hammered. "It's a prank," he whispered. "The collector is messing with me."

The screen went black. A single line of text appeared in stark white: [Handcuffs clicking into place]

But as the scene shifted to the crime scene, something was wrong. Miller leaned in. A line appeared in the subtitle file that wasn't in the script. [Sound of footsteps behind you]

COLUMBO: See, my wife, she loves these old shows. But me? I’m a details man. And the timestamp on your login... well, it doesn't quite add up.