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MARTIN:
Or maybe you're all
torn up inside

because getting away with
murder didn't feel bad at all.

No, it felt good.

(grunts)

-Grab my hand!
-How can I trust you?

I know what you did.

There's no other way.

♪ ♪

♪ Well, if you want to sing out,
sing out... ♪

Oh, Malcolm.
Why must everything you paint

have an exit wound?

It's a pear.

Uh...

♪ A million things to be... ♪

A bloody pear.

Fine. Well, maybe I'm not
cut out for art therapy.

I only agreed to this because
you wanted to procrastinate.

Aren't you supposed
to be writing a book?

Strangers have been making
assumptions about you for years.

I thought you would relish
the chance to show them

how much worse you really are.

(laughs): Oh.

Darling, leave
the bon mot to mother.

(sighs)

I just feel like
I haven't tried.

I used to write, I kept diaries.

But then,
after your father's arrest,

I stopped writing,
started repressing.

Mm. Runs in the family.

I honestly remember very little.

What about the police reports?

Aren't there transcripts
of everything you said?

I know someone who would be
very happy to help.

Nonsense.

Gil is far too busy
to help me with this.

See? He's got a new case.

They didn't call me?

Why didn't they call me?

(sighs)

Where should I start?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Forget to call someone?

Nope. I'm pretty sure

everyone who's supposed
to be here is here.

I need you to take a break.

You lost someone in the field,
Kid. That's traumatic.

Come on.
Trauma's my middle name.

Okay, that came out worse
than I meant, but I'm fine.

Gil, I know you care about me.

Which is why you'll let me help.

Fine.

BRIGHT: Um, and one other thing.

GIL: There is no other thing.

It's for my mother.

She needs The Surgeon files
for her book,

and I thought maybe
you could get them?

I know she'd love to see you.

So is that a yes?

Try to look
a little less excited.

-For the cows' sake.
-EDRISA: You're here.

They said you were not
coming today,

but my horoscope said that
a cosmically-sanctioned romance

was happening today, so you're
right on time. (chuckles)

Also, you're bleeding.

Oh, no, it's, uh, paint.
New hobby.

Oh, I-I thought
that this was your hobby?

Where's the rest of the body?

Legs. No torso yet.

Or head, which makes it
a bit harder to ID the guy.

EDRISA:
We know he's male. Mid-50s.

DANI:
The warehouse alarm was
turned off around midnight.

The morning crew
found the body parts.

They called it in.

Any employees not show up?

Not that we know of.

The manager's pulling records
and looking through

security footage.

Do we know how...

Chain saw!
Oh, sorry.

I was waiting for you to ask.

Given the way
the blood has clotted,

we think that the victim
was still conscious

when the killer went
full Texas Chain Saw Massacre.

Bright, you got fresh eyes.
What do you see?

The dismemberment,
the missing head, the staging.

It's an expression
of power and control.

Mm, sounds like someone
with serious anger issues.

But this wasn't
a spur-of-the-moment murder.

-This was thought-out.
-BRIGHT: It's performative.

Our killer derived
pleasure from this.

Which means we may be dealing

with a budding
homicidal psychopath.

Think I just became
a vegetarian.

♪ ♪

Oh, Dr. Capshaw?

-Not now.
-I just have a quick...

-I said not now.
-Vivian.

Please?

-Don't call me that.
-I'm sorry,

but I just cannot stop
thinking about the other night.

Neither can I.

It was a mistake.

I never should have...

I-It was a colossal
lack in judgement.

Well, most good things are.

Look, I've made bad decisions
in my life--

kissed the wrong men,
trusted the wrong friends--

but all of that is nothing
compared to what I did with you.

It meant a lot to me, too.

Come on, Viv.

We are good together.

This electricity we have,

it's what all great
love affairs are made of.

No.

It's what true crime podcasts
are made of.

I'm not risking my life
or my job

-or my...
-Heart?

I was gonna say "dignity."

Oh, the things I could do
to your dignity.

Martin Whitly.

It's over.

We'll see about that.

(indistinct conversation)

Hey.

Has Bright said anything to you
about how he's been feeling?

Right.
Me neither.

Problem is, I think this thing
is gonna eat away at him

if he doesn't talk about it.

More than everything else
eats away at him?

Okay.
I'll talk to him.

We found the torso.

What are you guys talking about?

You.

Techs searched the place
top to bottom.

The head isn't here.

The killer may have taken it
to dehumanize the victim.

But they wanted us to find this.

It's the only part of the body
that's clothed.

But the shirt's intact,
which means...

The killer dressed him
post-murder.

To cover something up.

It's part of the theatrics.

Aah!

Well, the killer
gave themselves a name.

-The Vulture.
-EDRISA: No.

The killer didn't.

I did.

-(birds shrieking)
-(crunching, thudding)

There's a special place in hell
for people who hurt birds.

And humans, obviously.

That's one of three videos
that The Vulture posted.

All filmed in the same
innocuous space.

All untraceable.
Yeah.

We were afraid that he would
tire of birds someday

and escalate to killing humans.

All right, I got questions.

First, uh, where'd this
murder board come from?

Oh, home.
I have a few.

-Next question.
-GIL: You said,
"We were afraid."

-Who's "we"?
-Oh.

Uh, my web sleuthing group.

The Killabustas.

You're a web sleuth?

Well, some might say
"online vigilante,"

"digital gumshoe," but yeah.

Medical examiner by day,
web sleuth by night.

Yeah, I know, it's crazy.

BRIGHT:
Oh, I disagree.

Web sleuths have aided
in the capture and arrest

of hundreds of criminals.

Most famously,
the Golden State Killer.

Exactly. I mean, we care about
the crimes that the police

just don't have the bandwidth
or the brains for.

Ooh.

(stammers)
No, present company excluded.

When MrJuly found the videos,

his... Oh, sorry, that is,
um, that's another member.

See, there are hundreds of us
all around the world.

We all have aliases.

I mean, I go by KamaSutures.

It's a... it's a double entendre
because, you know,

I'm always sewing up bodies
and I like sex.

(chuckles)

Why didn't you bring this
to us earlier?

W-Well, the birds
are all native to Arizona.

So we reported it
to the state police,

but there wasn't much
they could do, and...

And now he's in New York
and someone's dead.

Edrisa.
It's not your fault.

We're gonna find him.

First step is getting an ID
for our vic.

Let's go.

Bright?

-Your father...
-You don't have to ask.

This is right in his wheelhouse.

Dahmer, Son of Sam,
The Boston Strangler--

they all started on animals.

It's an entry-level opportunity
to play God.

They have all the control
over this,

uh, caged...

seemingly inferior creature.

Question is, what triggered

The Vulture's escalation
to people?

Mm-hmm.

You seem distracted today.

Oh, please.

I'm just mulling the case.

And I'm not usually granted
visitation during, uh...

(whispers):
quiet time.

What exactly is quiet time for?

♪ ♪

Oh, you know, mulling stuff.

Imagining...

...all kinds of things.

♪ Raven hair... ♪

Playing with them in your mind.

♪ Eyes ♪

♪ Flicker fire... ♪

Oh, my God, you're actively
fantasizing right now,

-aren't you?
-Don't be ridiculous.

♪ I could've
loved you longer... ♪

I'm a profiler.

I know the signs

of a deviant mind in the throes
of delusional reverie.

It's super gross.

I'm just gonna have a...

a quick nibble.

♪ Green grass ♪

♪ Sullen choir... ♪

BRIGHT:
If you don't focus

on my case, I'm leaving.
You know that.

(sighs)

Fine, fine.

Well, um...
(clears throat)

if Dr. Tanaka has...

correctly profiled your killer,

then he's spent years

suppressing his deeper urges.

But...

now that he's taken
his first life...

he'll do it again.

And soon.

You can't keep a good man down.

EDRISA:
How long

do we stare at it
before we go crazy?

Oh, I'm already crazy.

You must really love it, though.

To do it as a hobby.

Growing up...

my parents used to take me
on their research trips.

I was six years old...

when I accidentally
played with a voodoo doll.

And, um, like, a year later,

I saw my first cadaver.

The two are unrelated.

Mm... I think.

The point is,

that when it came
to making friends,

I never really fit in.

But then I found
the Killabustas.

And, you know,
they're a bunch of misfits.

But together, we're a family.

JT:
Got an ID.

Vic's name is

Alex Malone.

60-year-old retiree from Queens

who's also a member
of the Audubon society.

He fought for
the conservation of birds.

Well, that can't
be a coincidence.

It isn't.

Um, Alex was a member
of the Killabustas.

We called him Birdboy.

He was my friend.

Edrisa, I'm sorry.

So...

we were trying to track

how The Vulture
might've acquired

the birds in his videos.

Alex was following
a lead on Craigslist.

BRIGHT:
Well, maybe he found something.

Alex got too close and
The Vulture flicked the switch.

He killed to keep
his identity hidden.

You and Dani check Alex's house.

I'll talk to Gil, get a warrant.

Good, got it.

I'll go with them.

No.
No, no, you won't.

No, I-I won't.

(engine shuts off)

You coming?

You know, I lost someone
in the field once.

When I was undercover.

Shouldn't we go
look for a crime scene or...

I'm fine.

I know I say that a lot.

Her name was Kayla.

I watched her OD and...

I couldn't save her.

Everyone told me that
I should take a break after,

but I lied

and told them that I was fine.

Just like you always do.

Cocaine helped.

Not feeling, not... thinking.

Until I OD'd.

And...

when everything went dark,
all I could think was...

...I deserve this.

I'm sorry.

I don't want
your sympathy, Bright.

I want you to listen to me.

Trauma doesn't just disappear
because you want it to.

You have to face it.

But you don't have
to face it alone.

(knocking)

Hey! Sorry!

Okay, I pulled a Bright.

But I couldn't just, you know,
sit back and do nothing.

The son of a bitch
killed my friend!

It's fine, just don't make
"pulling a Bright" a habit.

This looks like our crime scene.

BRIGHT:
Whoever broke in

used serious force.

Maybe a chain saw.

Stop! NYPD!

Stop! Stop!

-I said stop!
-Bright, get out of the road!

It's a four-door hybrid,
fuel-efficient family car.

-Bright!
-I said stop!

(grunts)

Bright!

Oh! Aah!

Hey, look.

It worked.

-(car door opens)
-WOMAN: Oh, God.

Is he dead?

I knew I shouldn't have been
the getaway driver!

-I have night blindness!
-You had right of way.
He can't sue.

Put your hands on the car!

Whoa! Whoa!
I can help. I'm a fireman.

DANI:
I said on the car.

Wait, I know you.

You're MrJuly.

No, no, no,
they're-they're not suspects.

These are my super close friends
from online.

They're all Killabustas.

MARTIN:
Well, that's quite a bump

you got on your keppy.

And I'm hallucinating.

Not good.

I'm talking to someone
who isn't here.

That's psychosis, if I'm lucky.

Schizophrenia if I'm not.

Or it could be a four-door
hybrid running you down.

Why won't you open up to Dani?

Be honest with her.

She's practically
begging for it.

What?

You're not okay.

All this trauma
you're trying to push down.

You know,
it's not gonna disappear

as soon
as you solve another case.

The only thing I need
to disappear is you.

Look, I'm not your father.

I'm just that part of your mind

that you really, really, really
want to ignore.

Talk to her.

She's not like the others.

You can trust her.

You're not here.

You're not here.
You're...

...not here.

So, you're MrJuly.

The one who found
The Vulture's videos.

I thought you didn't know
anyone else's real identity.

Oh, I didn't.

I mean, MrJuly's avatar
was a super-hot fireman.

I figured it was a sock puppet.

You know, like,

a fake picture
that you put on your profile.

But you're real.

So are you.

You can call me Blaze.

Yes I can.

(both chuckling)

(clears throat)
Okay, Blaze.

We still need to ask you
a few questions.

Ashton, why were you at Alex's?

Same as you. Trying to find out
what went down with Birdboy.

Which is a little crazy,
but not...

"jump in front of a car" crazy.

Is that police procedure--
jumping in front of a car?

No, no it isn't.

BLAZE:
I was worried about Birdboy.

He went radio silent
on the message board.

So Blaze messaged the group that
he was going to Birdboy's house.

But only LululeMom and DeadHead
were willing to meet in person.

I can't believe he's dead.

Murdered.

By The Vulture.

I, uh, like your jacket,
by the way.

Oh.
It's pleather.

Blaze.

How did you know that
Alex was The Vulture's victim?

SASHA:
Alex reached out to Blaze

a few days ago.
He wanted to meet up.

We thought he found
something on the killer.

But Alex didn't show.

So I started looking for him.

Do you know there are 86
Alex Malones in New York City?

But only one of them
is in the Audubon society.

Sasha drove.

We waited in the car
while Blaze went inside

to make sure it was safe.

I did a quick sweep,
but didn't find anything.

I was about
to fill in the others

when I ran into you.

But, look, I-I get it.

Breaking into the home
of a murder victim?

I mean...

it's a little suspicious.

You think?

Alex sent me a-a pamphlet

from the Audubon society.

I almost threw it out,
but I saw a note hidden inside.

Oh, my God.

I got a mailer
from the Audubon Society.

-I tossed it.
-When?

Yesterday.

But I don't take my recycling
out until Thursday.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

Oh.

You know, give me
a call sometime...

if you want to fight
a real fire.

-Gil. What are you...
-Bright

said you needed your statement
from Martin's arrest.

It wasn't easy.

But I wrangled them
and everything else

that wasn't bolted down
by the D.A.

Remind me to take Malcolm
out of my will.

He just wanted to help.

So do I.

Buyer's remorse?

Uh, I have multiple remorses.

I'm in way over my head.

But thank you.

Come on, Jess.

You can do this.

You have overcome enough

for a dozen bestsellers.

But everybody's already
made their mind up about me.

I'm not gonna change anything.

(exhales)

You know, when you came in
for questioning...

every cop in that precinct
thought you were guilty.

That you knew about his crimes.

But by the end,

they all felt for you.

Some still do.

(both laugh)

This memory lane

you're heading down...

I can help.

I got myself
into this mess and...

I need to get through it
on my own.

(grunts)
So, welcome, come in, relax.

I don't know, office area...
bedroom.

It's... oh, not relevant,
it's just, you know,

elephant in the room,
it's right-right-right there.

Queen-size bed, pillow-top.

-Recycling?
-Yeah, uh, the sink.

(alarm chirping)

Oh, that's my Killabusta alert.

Mm...

Oh, it's nothing new.

It's just LululeMom
updating the group about Alex.

(phone vibrating)

Oh.
It's a text from Blaze.

(laughs): Ah.

He wants to go
on a date tonight.

Do you think that he is
the romance from my horoscope?

How tall do you think he is?

I don't know.
Six feet?

Really?
I thought he was six, three.

It's... No? It's so hard
to tell from down here.

Oh, look, there it is.

Huh.
Yeah.

From Alex.

He knew you worked
with the NYPD?

I let it slip that I was
a medical examiner.

Well, good that you did.

He found out that The Vulture
bought their birds online

under the username
Save The Sparrows.

Save The Sparrows?

I know that username.
He's...

He's a member
of the Killabustas.

He infiltrated the group.

(monitor beeping)

(clears throat)
Uh, Dr. Capshaw.

I'm sorry.
Um...

Kameron's IV is leaking.

Oh, thank you.

I'll fix it.

If you loosen my leash,
I could fix it for you.

That won't be necessary.

You can't keep
pushing me away, Vivian.

Stop. Now.

Just doing my job.

Speaking of, I noticed
Kameron also has impetigo.

An infection like that
can spread like bed bugs.

I can handle my patients.

So I shouldn't tell Mr. Benjamin

he has a precancerous mole
behind his left ear?

I'd get that checked out ASAP.

That's enough.

Not for me, Vivian.

(laughs)

(laughter)

I thought we had
an understanding.

Well, I thought you valued
my medical intellect.

Or are you just upset

because I noticed
the impetigo first?

You're making a scene.

I'm only getting started.

Mr. Benjamin,

Whitly's agitated
and aggressive.

-Restrain him.
-MARTIN: No...

-(Kameron laughing)
-(grunts)

Anyone else?

(grunts)

-(laughter)
-I can't believe it.

What?

KamaSutures.

Just feels like I just
went on a date with a celebrity.

Who says it has to end?

Not me.
Definitely not me.

Oh, um, watch out.

I bite.

Any update on Save The Sparrows?

He sent some threatening
messages to Alex,

tech can't trace him

and he's really good
at hiding online.

Hmm.
He isn't really hiding.

He's looking for a place
to belong.

The Killabustas
are the only people

who really know him.

That's a seriously twisted mind.

Sure.
The kind I get.

The Vulture
spends his life alone.

Ignored, isolated.

He killed birds online
for attention.

That's what Edrisa's group
gives him.

But Alex was gonna
out him to the group.

You're right. Killing Alex
wasn't about self-preservation.

It was about
preserving the group.

The Vulture needs them.

None of this is getting us any
closer to finding the killer.

What if we already have?

Who found the videos
in the first place?

Who was supposed to meet Alex
before he was murdered?

Who organized the break-in
and invited

the others to meet in real life?
One person.

Blaze. He fits.
He works odd hours

knows his way
around a chain saw.

And he's on a date
with Edrisa right now.

Oh, no.

Blaze beat us here.

Oh!

Dani?
B-Bright?

What are you doing here?

Are you sure about this profile?

I was.

Wait, y-you think
I'm The Vulture?

Uh, that was our working theory.

But, uh...

...our killer
would never order takeout.

No, we didn't order takeout.

BRIGHT:
Well, what's this, then?

EDRISA:
What? What is it?

We found our victim's head.

♪ ♪

We've met before.

You spoke
at my medical school in '95.

Dr. Martin Whitly,

the great
cardiothoracic surgeon.

I wanted what you had.

The career, the respect.

I was top of my class.

(chuckles)

You even congratulated me.

But once I started residency,
it fell apart.

I pushed myself to be the best,
the next great surgeon.

I wasn't part of their club.

Didn't play their games.

They called me reckless.

So, since you asked,

that's how I landed here.

Out in the cold.

Surgeons can be real bastards.

To break a child's rib cage
with your hands

because you know that you can
undo what God has done.

There's a reason they call them
"killer instincts."

Yeah. I bet you say that
to all the girls.

(both laugh)

You know, listen,
I watched you drill

into a man's head freestyle.

Well, they were wrong
about you, Dr. Capshaw.

And I'm sorry about, uh,

undermining your authority.

You should always
feel in control.

Well, sometimes
it's fun to lose control.

(laughs softly)

No, no.
You, uh...

You've got to forget
about me, Viv.

What do you mean?

You deserve someone

who can help you make
your dreams come true.

I'm only good at nightmares.

You have no idea
what I dream about.

(clicking)

We're gonna have
to make this quick.

Well, I can't make any promises.

Hey, uh, thanks
for offering your place.

I feel better
knowing she's safe.

Can't believe The Vulture
knows where I live.

(chuckles): Oh.

This is nice.

Gil's ready to shut down
the group until it's safe.

The killer's obviously
targeting members.

Not yet. We need to see
what they do next.

(Edrisa exhales)

I did not know
you were into bondage.

You're, uh, into bondage?

(scoffs)
Like, light bondage.

(whispers):
And not so light.

(tongue clicking)
Oh.

This is a fridge
of a very sad person.

We should order sushi.

And I acknowledge the fact
that it is weird

that I still want takeout.

(knocking on door)

Did you already order?

Better.
I invited the Killabustas.

Ones with alibis.

Thank God you called.

I was about to get crunk
on Chardonnay,

but this is much
more productive.

I've got a good update.

A Killabusta in Thailand
was able to pull 50 hours

of surveillance footage
from the warehouse.

Do I want to know
how they did that?

No.
You definitely do not.

I'll set us up
on the big screen.

Maybe we'll find something.

What is happening?

Oh, we are web-sleuthing.

(chuckles)
Pretty cool, right?

We're turning the case
over to them?

ASHTON:
Okay, guys.
I've zoomed in on it.

What is it?

They clocked a van
parked outside the warehouse

on the night of the murder.

You think
they're onto something?

We'll see.

Look, it's got blinds,

and they're closed,
so you can't see inside.

And that-that is
an Arizona plate. Arizona!

Why is that important?

Because The Vulture got
all of his birds from Arizona.

Great eye, Ashton.

Oh, I'm just a truck driver.
But what do you think?

What are the chances
that van's still there?

-Yeah, let's check it out.
-Yeah,

-Babysitter's got
another two hours.
-I think we'll just get snacks.

Uh, I'm sorry, guys,

but the NYPD
is gonna take over from here,

just to be safe.

Ugh. Buzzkill.
Fine.

I'll go put my stupid kids
to bed.

I need a ride to my rig.
Blaze?

Oh, yeah, don't worry,
I can take you.

Uh...

It's not much, but...

I want you to be safe.

I'll see you around,
KamaSutures.

(door closes)

EDRISA:
Exciting, right?

I mean, the van-- that's a clue.

That's a real clue.

I'm not sure.

What, are you jealous?

I'm sorry Blaze is so jacked.

That's not it.

Um, the cruiser did a drive-by.

The van is still there,
with Arizona plates.

-Of course it is.
-(phone vibrating)

Gil, what did you find?

Plates aren't registered
to a van, they were stolen

from a truck depot
outside Phoenix.

DANI:
Truck depot.

Run a background on Ashton.

Wait, what does this have
to do with Ashton?

We didn't find the clue,
we were shown it.

50 hours of grainy black-
and-white surveillance footage,

and after barely an hour

he finds an out-of-focus
license plate.

JT:
Checking traffic cam logs

of the plates on Ashton's cab.

Looks like he's been
through Arizona

six times in the last year.

EDRISA:
No, no, no, he-he said
all of his routes

were in the northeast.

-Why would he lie?
-Because Ashton is The Vulture.

Oh, my God.

-He's with Blaze.
-(door opens)

(door closes)

DANI:
Bright, Ashton's van
is here on Eighth.

That's not good.

-It's locked, and there's blood.
-That's not good either.

Call it in. I got to go.
Edrisa!

Hey.

What's up, guys?

Ashton.

Great.
Uh, we got a new lead.

You should come back up
to the loft.

I think you guys can help.

Sure. Yeah.

Uh, Edrisa, could you give me
a hand with this stuff?

BRIGHT:
Where's Blaze?

Oh, he's pulling the car around.

Great.
I'll call him.

(line ringing)

I'm sorry, Edrisa.

He's not gonna answer.

-(line beeping)
-He's bleeding out in my truck.

Thought I'd pick up
some cleaning supplies

-before I take him apart.
-EDRISA: How can you be

The Vulture?

I thought we were friends.

We are friends.

Everything I've done
has been for us.

For the group.

I've been a freak my whole life.

I had no one
until that bird video.

Suddenly I was a part
of something.

But Alex found out who you were,

so you killed him.

-He was gonna ruin everything.
-EDRISA: Ashton,

please, you can't let Blaze die.

He's one of us.

No.
This is how this has to be.

Blaze will die, I will escape,

and then you
will keep looking for me.

-This is our family.
-Ashton, it won't work.

Family will only go so far.

'Cause once
they know the truth--

who they're really after--

they'll give up on you.

And no...

more...

family.

No.
She'll never let me go.

BRIGHT:
You're right.

She won't.

Aah!

(groaning)

I'll call a bus.

You save Blaze.

(grunting softly)

(gasps)
He's alive!

-Hey.
-Oh, Blaze.

Look at you.
I thought you were dead.

But you're gonna be fine.

Very, very fine.

It was Ashton.

I know.

We got him.

I mean, I got him.

I don't mean to brag, but...

Yeah, I do.

It was awesome.
(chuckles)

You're awesome.

♪ ♪

Is that offer
still on the table?

Hold this.

(chuckles)

Mm. Hard work does
make the beer taste better.

Hmm.

(laughing)

Oh...

I worked so hard

to forget my past that I...

I hardly remember the woman
from back then.

-From the files.
-Oh, I remember her.

How fiercely
she protected her kids.

How she didn't let
those old-school detectives

walk all over her.

Every time
she walked into a room,

time slowed down.

♪ A slave to love... ♪

It still does.

♪ You're running with me ♪

♪ We don't touch the ground ♪

♪ We're the restless hearted ♪

♪ Not the chained and bound ♪

♪ The sky is burning ♪

♪ A sea of flame ♪

♪ Though your world ♪

♪ Is changing ♪

♪ I will be the same ♪

♪ Slave to love ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Slave to love ♪

♪ Slave to love. ♪

Do you think you
can ever really know someone?

Like Ashton.

Hundreds of hours
with the group,

masquerading
as someone he wasn't.

I mean, we all do, really.

You think this is
really about Ashton

or is it maybe about the thing

you didn't want
to talk about before?

What if I didn't
do enough to save Nat?

What if I'm not really
who you think I am?

Bright, you did everything
you could to save her.

You're a good person.

You can't really
be doubting that.

It's just,
ever since Nicholas died,

-I feel...
-Nicholas?

Whoopsie.

I meant Nat.

Sorry, I...

It's been a long week.
I'm just tired.

Oh, she's gonna see straight
through that one, my boy.

I know.

It's okay.

I'm here.

MARTIN:
Oh...

here comes the kiss.

No. Um...

it's getting late.

Uh, you should leave.

What are you doing?

Sorry, I-I'm just...

Sorry.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(locks click)

Why are you ruining this?

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator whirring)

(bell dings)

FRIAR PETE (sighs):
Ah...

That smell.

On a warm night,
it's always the same.

Musk.

Heat.

Flesh.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Lust, Dr. Capshaw.

The reek of sin.

(inhales deeply)

♪ Were you there ♪

♪ When they crucified ♪

♪ My Lord? ♪

(inhales deeply)

♪ Were you there ♪

♪ When they crucified ♪

♪ My Lord? ♪

♪ Oh, sometimes ♪

♪ It causes me to tremble ♪

(bell dings)

♪ Tremble, tremble ♪

♪ Were you there ♪

(growing louder):
♪ When they crucified ♪

♪ My Lord? ♪

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MAN:
Greg, move your head.