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Fall through.

Keep going.

What have we got?

We secured the barn
and surrounding areas.

- You're good to go inside.
- Thank you.

Lights.

I wish I could tell you
about the last week.

Let me get that for you.

Morning. Thank you.

There you go.

Aw!

Welcome back, T!

- How's the baby?
- I think we'll keep him.

Who's he look like?

Uh, Winston Churchill
with a deep tan.

Yeah, the baby's great,
Jack. Thanks for asking.

Sorry. Uh, what
are you doing here?

Need to pick up some
stuff out of my desk.

You look like you're
about to snap a few necks.

I had to drive out to some
goddamn barn in Canning

'cause the Staties found some
clothes they think maybe belonged

to the Maitland guy.

It's our case. Somebody's
got to represent.

You kidding me? It's a
fucking one-hour drive.

By the time I show up,
it'll be wrapped and gone.

Have fun.

Please tell me you've
at least fed yourself

since I left this morning.

I found the website of the old age
home where Terry went to visit his father.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

I ran the old man's name through
the National Criminal Database,

turns out he was arrested
for aggravated assault

in Marietta back in 1985.

- Honey.
- Mmm-hmm?

They've got you on
leave for a reason.

Do I look whacked out?

It's post-shooting protocol,
it's nothing personal.

Yeah, I know that.

So how about you just take
the time off they gave you?

I mean, Jesus, if somebody
offered me paid leave...

Speaking of which,
how was your day?

"Song of the Humpback Whale."

I'm serious.

I want to see you dance to
"Song of the Humpback Whale."

Boom, boom.

Come on, change the music. Put on
the "Song of the Humpback Whale"!

Watch her dance.

Hey, Jack.

You ever heard that?

It's kind of a nature recording.

Bunch of fucking whales
making these moany noises

to each other in the ocean.

Can't say I have.

Well, the reason
I suggest it is,

if she's gonna move her ass up
there like some half-dead Oxy-head,

maybe that tune would
be more to her liking.

Asshole.

Candace to the
main stage. Candace.

- You're not working today?
- Yes, I'm goddamn working today.

Just taking my
time getting there.

Is that okay with you, shithead?

Sure, it's okay, Jack.

Oh, good, I'm
so glad to hear it.

"Sure, it's okay
with you, Jack."

Just gonna pay,
not gonna hit you.

Toss that down her panties.

Motherfucker!

What did I tell you?

This is your last chance, Butch!

Come on out or we're
coming in after ya!

Very serious, Butchie.

Very serious.

Shit.

It's bullshit.

Fuck this.

Oh, shit!

Fuck.

I'm a police officer.

Wh... what do you want?

What did you just do?

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

God!

Here's what we
found at the barn.

Thank you.

Lavender button-down shirt,

pair of grey Jockey shorts,

white crew-socks,
and brown work boots,

all of which can be found
growing on the nearest tree.

- Yeah, sure.
- However, we also found this.

- Terry's?
- Indeed.

It's the same one we caught
on the surveillance tape

after he changed
clothes at the strip club,

and at the train
station in Dubrow.

Yeah, but there could be more than
one belt buckle like that in the world.

No doubt. The lab had
Maitland's dabs on file,

matched them up right away.

But here's the thing: Some
were very well defined,

but others... Take a look.

You see how faint the lines
and whorls are on those?

While on these, they're
almost entirely broken up.

The tech who did the work
said the weaker prints were like

the prints of an old person.

So maybe somebody
80 or 90 years old.

So someone else?

No. They're all the same person.

I asked him if maybe
they could seem blurred

'cause Maitland was moving fast,

wanting to change clothes
quick to get out of town.

He said no.

Did you check them
against the ones in the van?

Indeed.

The well-defined ones
were an easy match.

But here's the thing.

Originally, we IDed
five sets of prints.

Terry's, the kid Merlin's,
the van's owner in New York,

- his wife and his daughter.
- Okay.

But there was one set

we thought was too
degraded to bother with.

So, take another shot,

compare them against the old
man prints on the belt buckle.

Buckle. Van.

Terry strong. Terry degraded.

Terry young. Terry ancient.

What's happening here? I've...

Maybe hold that
question until I'm done.

We also found this.

What is it?

At first, we thought it
was semen, but it's not.

Besides, semen doesn't do this.

- The same stuff?
- They're 90% sure.

And there's more of it

- in other parts of the barn.
- Was anyone working there?

Maybe it's motor
oil, engine lubricant.

- They tested for that.
- How about livestock salve,

udder liniment?

- You know, bag balm?
- Tested for that, too.

- So what is it?
- Well, they're still testing.

I think we should go

and contact Howie Saloman,
Alec Pelley, bring them in on this.

Why would we do that?

Just let them know
what's going on.

Yeah, but we don't
know what's going on.

Exactly, so... Yeah.

See if they have
any bright ideas.

Mrs. Maitland, this is not
your girls' fault in the least.

Please understand that.

But the kids in school...

There's a growing hostility
towards Maya and Jessa,

and I'm afraid that it's
only going to escalate.

Can't their teachers
protect them?

Can't you?

This is coming from
the parents as well.

So they're being expelled?

- "Expelled" is the wrong word...
- Okay, well let me think.

How about we just say
they're on sabbatical?

Yes, I like that much better.

You have to
understand my position.

I do understand.

You have to look out for the
welfare of all of the students

and not just the ones who
are being harassed and bullied.

I get it.

I can help you find a school,

but I am afraid
wherever the girls enroll...

Got it.

Maybe you can
consider home schooling?

I can certainly
help you with that.

And mother to mother?

I think it's outrageous
when children have to pay

for the sins of a parent.

Sins?

My husband was innocent.

What do you mean the state
lab doesn't know what this shit is?

It's the state lab
for Christ's sake.

They're working on it.

And they're sure all
the prints are Terry's?

- The van and the buckle?
- They are.

Sounds to me like you're
still trying to nail him.

No, Howard, we're just...

We're trying to get
to the bottom of this.

Who's "we," Anderson?
You're off the job now.

Yeah, that's right.

Until I'm reinstated,
my time's my own.

So, now it's all about
getting justice for Terry, huh?

Uh, for Terry, for
Frankie Peterson.

But, Howard, I'm not gonna
get to do that for either of them

if all I'm supposed to be doing is
crawling around on broken glass,

telling you how grievously sorry I
am for having possibly fucked up.

- "Possibly"?
- That's what I said.

You know, Terry flew in and
out of Dayton with his family,

yet you're saying those blurred prints
couldn't have been anyone else's?

Because somebody else had to
have driven that van down here.

Yeah, that question
is on the list.

We asked for this meeting

because we're so deep
in the woods with this

that we figured four heads
would be better than two.

You wanna see
your guy exonerated,

then we need to find
the true actor here,

because nobody else is
gonna go through all of this,

and frankly, nothing
less is gonna do.

Yes?

We gotta backtrack to Dayton.

Seems like that's where this
whole horror show started.

Somebody's gotta retrace
every step Maitland took.

I'd say re-interview Glory,
maybe even the kids, but...

Yeah, but they weren't with
Maitland around the clock.

That's right.

I don't know.

I guess I could fly up there
for a couple of days myself,

but I don't think
that's enough time.

I have a State Police Homicide
conference in Atlanta tomorrow.

How about sending Holly Gibney?

Holly Gibney.

Yeah, the one and only.

Shouldn't be too hard to find where
she parked her spaceship these days.

- Chicago, right?
- Yeah.

We get her on this,

there's nobody better
at retracing steps.

What's with the spaceship?

Well,

as an individual, she's...

She's what I
would call "unique."

Chevy Cavalier, General
Motors, produced 1985 to 2005.

Reboot of Chevy
Monza, 1975 to 1981.

BMW 3 Series Gran Turismo,
four-cylinder model, 318d.

Produced 2013 to 2015.

Wow.

1966 Renault Dauphine,

three-box, four-door
saloon model,

845cc engine, discontinued 1967.

- Holly Gibney.
- Hey, Holly, it's Alec Pelley.

Hello, Alec Pelley.

Nice to hear your voice again.

It's nice to hear
your voice again, too.

I guess I'll cut right
to the chase here.

Um...

A man was arrested
down here by local PD

for the rape and murder
of an 11-year-old boy.

But there's still some question

as to whether they
collared the right guy.

And answering that
involves backchecking a trip

he made to Dayton, Ohio
with his family in early March.

Does that, uh, sound
like a piece of cake to you?

- Who was the arresting officer?
- Ralph Anderson.

Well, I'm not agreeing to
anything over the phone.

- Okay. Why's that?
- Because the last time

I committed to a job that
way, it turned out that the man

who hired me had a swastika
tattooed on his forehead

and I didn't discover that

until I turned up at his house
with his runaway daughter.

So if he wants me to be
part of his investigation,

- he has to see me face to face.
- Okay.

Well, I guess I can talk to
Howie, maybe fly you down here.

Well, as you know,
I'm an aviophobic.

You're what?

You're sitting in my seat.

Hello?

Miss, do you see
the other stools?

You're okay where
you are, but you...

You're sitting in my seat.

Thank you.

Holly? You still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

What was that you
just called yourself?

- I'm not flying.
- Okay...

Okay.

Oldest trick in the book.

What's that?

I know what you're doing, you...

So you have a bad actor
with you in the box, right,

and he thinks he's finished
answering all your questions,

all you gotta do is sit there,

say nothing.

Before you know
it, he gets nervous,

starts talking and
then you got him,

because you got him going
past his rehearsed answers.

So,

how have you been spending
your time since our last session?

- Chores, mostly.
- What kind of chores?

You know, gardening,
yard work, cars.

I hear that physical activity
is its own kind of therapy.

How are things at home?

Um...

- Home?
- With your wife?

Oh.

We're good. We're always good.

I mean, you know...

There was a time,
you know, when...

Well, I guess, you know,

I wasn't so sure we
were going to make it.

Maybe for, you know,
about six months or so.

But we made it,
and, uh, we're good.

What was going on?

Um, losing a child.

Our only child.

And I guess that, uh,

something like
that's either going to

bring you closer than you've
ever been, or it's gonna...

It's... It'll tear you apart...

I've seen it happens both ways.

I'm sorry.

No, like I said,
we got through it.

We're good.

What was it like for you
when things were still rough?

Maybe we could just keep it
about the things that actually

put me in this chair.

You know, the first game my
dad ever took me to was at Wrigley.

1985, Cubbies-Mets.

Must have been towards the
end of the season somewhere,

but after all these years,
who can remember the date?

Did they win or lose?

Cubbies lost.

- September 26th.
- September 26th?

I wish I could remember
who was pitching.

Johnny Abrego started for the Cubs,
but was knocked out on the fourth.

He was relieved by Ron Meredith,
Steve Engel and Jay Baller.

Dwight Gooden,
on the other hand,

threw a complete game
shutout for the Mets.

Hello, Alec. Who's your friend?

I'm gonna need the name
and address of the hotel

that the family were
staying in in Dayton.

- It's in there.
- And the room number?

I can get that for you.

I'm gonna need the location of
the parking lot and the restaurant.

It's in there.

The hospital
information I can see...

Father's medical records...

Do I need that?

No.

I need to find out who
was working in that wing

the days of the
Maitlands' visits.

That's my job.

I'm gonna need 1,000
in cash, 20s and 50s,

all of which will
be accounted for,

and if I don't use it, you can
just deduct it from my fee.

- That's no problem.
- Speaking of my fee,

- I'm gonna need half.
- That's no problem either.

- Here you go.
- Done and done.

It means, uh, "For your
health" in Lithuanian.

- Oh, right.
- And then you say, "I sveikata."

- Right.
- Yeah.

I sveikata.

Hey.

I... I thought they screened
our mail for things like this.

Must have slipped through.

I have to say, all these
contradicting eyewits,

videos and forensics,

sounds like your man
has a doppelgänger.

From the German, "double goer."

The myth is, if it's a myth,

is that everyone in the
world has an identical double.

If you mean by that a twin,
we've already checked that out.

Not a twin. No. No, sir.

Um, a non-biological double.

The Egyptians call it a Ka,
the Norwegians a Vardoger,

the Finns an Etainen,

- the Swiss a Dark Uncle...
- She likes history.

My particular favorite is
"Fetch," from the Old Irish.

Find that word quite
fetching, don't you?

What we're looking for is a
flesh and blood male biped.

My theory about the
doppelgänger is that it is

a primitive construct they
used to explain bipolar disorder,

or schizophrenia, or
just the everyday struggle

- between the ID and the super-ego...
- If it's a myth?

- What?
- You said, "if" it's a myth.

- Yes, I did.
- Mmm.

Because I have no, um,
tolerance for the unexplainable.

Well then, sir, you'll
have no tolerance for me.

Okay, here we go.

I can tell you what day May
1st lands on 204 years from now

faster than any
computer on Earth.

I can look at a skyscraper for
two seconds from a speeding car

and tell you within six
inches how tall that building is.

And I can not only recite the
lyrics of every rock and roll song

written from 1954
to the present day,

but I can tell you which
Billboard chart position

they were in week to week
before they fell off completely.

But you know what?

I don't listen to music,
because I don't like it.

Heights make me throw up.

And if you ask me what date it is
today, I have to look at a calendar.

- Now, all that's true, Ralph...
- When I was four years old

my parents took me to see a
psychiatrist to be examined.

That was what
got the ball rolling.

And, well, by the time
I was eight years old,

I had been tested, uh, studied,
written about and videoed

by psychiatrists,
behaviorists, neuroscientists

and six different kinds of
interdisciplinary socio-biologists.

And you know what they said?

"Fuck if I know."

So, Mr. Anderson,

if I feel like using
the conditional "if"

then "if" is the
word, mockingbird.

Your parents allowed
them to do that to you?

They were scared.

They thought the white
coats could cure me.

Cure you of being yourself?

I think I need to go upstairs.

- Can I help you with anything?
- I'm good.

You don't like to
drink that much,

but you did it to make
me feel comfortable.

Thank you.

Honey, what's wrong?

You need to call that
detective that hurt my dad.

- Who? Ralph Anderson?
- I don't know his name.

- The sad-looking one.
- Why?

Because I have
something to tell him.

What do you have to tell him?

The man said to only tell him.

The man? What man?

What man, Jessa?

Hey, guys.

Can we talk out here first?

- This is my wife, Jeannie.
- I know who she is.

Thank you for coming by,

but it's just because my daughter
had a bad dream involving you.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

And she thinks that she has to
tell you something about the dream.

And my hope is if you
come in and let her,

that maybe it will
help ease her mind.

I need you to help
ease her mind, okay?

Yeah.

That must have been a
very scary dream, Jessa.

It wasn't a dream. I
said that ten times.

It was, my love.

If there was a man here, he
couldn't have gotten upstairs

without one of us seeing him.

Or hearing him.

You know, we have creaky stairs.

But what makes you so sure
that it wasn't a dream, Jessa?

Can you just do what I
asked you to do, please?

Yeah.

Um...

But you know whatever it was,

you know there's no
man up there now, right?

Not now, but he said
he wouldn't come back

if I gave you the message.

Okay. What's the message?

He said to tell you to stop.

Stop what?

He said if you don't stop, something
very bad is going to happen.

Did he say what kind of bad
thing was going to happen?

Okay, time to go upstairs.
Come on. Come on.

God damn it, Ralph.
Thanks for nothing.

Glory, can I talk to
you for a second?

Just the two of us?

So how did you
find Holly Gibney?

Um...

I found her unique.

- "Unique," he says.
- Mmm.

She's a full-tilt
bull goose loony.

But she's damn good
at what she does.

You'll see.

When our son Derek was Jessa's
age, he used to have a lot of nightmares.

And Ralph and I,
we discovered that

just saying, "Oh, it's a bad dream,"
didn't really help him very much.

In fact, it usually made
him more agitated.

Your point?

But if we tried to see
it through his eyes,

if we took it as
seriously as he did,

you know, and asked him details about
it or his thoughts about what it all meant,

a lot of the times he would
end up convincing himself

that it was just nothing
more than a crappy dream.

Either that, or he'd
end up so bored

by our little debriefing session
that he'd fall back asleep,

just to get us out of the room.

So, my point telling
you this is just,

maybe it's not so terrible if...

Can you just let Ralph keep
asking Jessa about her dream?

No.

But you can.

So, Jessa,

this man that you saw, can
you tell me what he looked like?

Better.

- Better than...
- The other times.

How many times
have you seen him?

- Four.
- Oh, honey.

The first time he looked
like daddy, but wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought
you'd start crying again,

and I didn't want you to.

He looked like your
daddy, but he wasn't?

His skin was wrong.
And he was mean.

How was he mean?

He was trying to make me cry.

What a jerk. How
about the second time?

The second time he looked
just a little bit like my daddy,

but messy.

Messy? You mean
like his clothes?

His face. It was blurry. Like
someone tried to erase it.

And did he say
anything to you that time?

Just more mean stuff.

Hmm.

And then you saw
him again last night?

Yeah, but he wasn't
blurry anymore.

Right, you said that he was better,
but did he still look like your daddy?

No way.

This time, he was more
muscly here and here,

and he looked inky.

Inky?

I'm tired. And I don't
want to answer anymore.

Okay, well, now that you gave
Mr. Anderson the message,

I don't think he's ever
coming back, do you?

He said he wouldn't.

And if he does,
tell him to bug off.

Tell him, if he has a
message he wants to give me,

he can give it to me
himself. Okay, Jessa?

I don't think you want that.

You remember, honey,

that he can't hurt you, so
you don't have to be scared.

He doesn't make me scared,

he makes me angry.

I think you're the one who's
supposed to be scared.

Okay, guys.

Grab your jackets.

I wanna be done by the time Daddy
gets back from visiting Grandpa.

- Mom?
- Yes.

I made you a picture.

Mama, I made a
new picture of Daddy.

- With a baseball bat.
- Nice.

Your car get towed?

No, I'm just looking for the person
who's in charge of mall security.

That would be me.

One of my people decided to use
a Taser on her husband last night,

they've been going
through a rough patch,

so it left me
shorthanded for today.

Now that you've got
me, how can I help you?

What dates were you looking for?

March 6th to the 11th.

That's six weeks ago.

We scrub the surveillance cameras
in this parking lot once every five days.

Figured as much.
Thought I'd take a shot.

Have you checked
with the Traffic Division?

- It was never reported stolen.
- Oh.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, you can't park there.

There's two spots, right there.

Thank you.

I can, uh...

I can ask my buddy
over at the impound yard,

see if it turned up over there?

The van was in the
custody of Cherokee City PD.

I was hoping I could
get eyes on the individual

who might have taken
it from here to there.

Sorry. Can I ask why
Cherokee City PD?

It was used to abduct a child
who was subsequently murdered.

In any event, thank
you for your help.

You're a PI?

Yes, I am.

Would you like
to see my license?

No, that's okay.

But do you have a business card?

Oh, here. Here, I'll trade you.

You know,

if there's anything else
I can help you with just

make sure to reach out, okay?

My great grandmother handles
her oil better than this dude.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Boom!

- Pay up, fucker.
- Piece of shit.

Jack.

Come on, man, let's
get you some fresh air.

- God damn it!
- I didn't touch him.

I know. I know.

Hey, Jack, I didn't
touch you, man.

Please, please.

I'll do anything,
just make it stop.

Just make it stop.

Please.

Oh, hey. Hi, Glory.

Hi. Sorry for just
showing up like this.

I just, um...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, come in.
- Thank you.

Yeah, thanks. I wanted to

check in on you, you know, see
how you were doing after yesterday.

I'm all right.

And Jessa?

She slept through the night.

Oh, excellent.

Good.

I don't have an
agenda coming here.

I really did just wanna
check in on you and the girls.

It was funny yesterday,
you and Jessa.

Funny?

Yeah, it reminded me of Maya,

my oldest, when she...

She couldn't have
been more than seven.

She went to a friend's
house for a play date,

and that girl's older
brother made them watch

a DVD of a horror
movie. Leprechaun.

- Man, I wanted to kill that kid.
- I bet.

And Maya came home,
and she was convinced

that there was a leprechaun
hiding somewhere in the house

waiting to get her.

And I remember trying
to convince her that

leprechauns don't exist,
but she wasn't buying it.

And then Terry had a go.

Do you know what he said?

What?

He said, "Well, yes, leprechauns
exist, but they only live in Ireland

and they're forbidden
to leave the country."

And she said, "Oh, okay,
good." And then that was that.

He was such a good dad.

He really was.

How do you live
with it, Jeannie?

I really need to know.

Well, yeah, it's impossible.

Hey there. How can I help you?

Um, I'm here to
visit Peter Maitland.

Okay, are you a
member of the family?

I'm a friend of the family.

I'm sorry. That
won't do. LSC policy.

Uh, can I ask how he's doing?

Uh, I cannot give out
that information. Melanie?

When I was very young, he
and my father were best friends,

and when my parents died,
he and his wife took me in

and raised me as their own.

Also, I drove here all
the way from Chicago.

I'm sorry, I still
can't let you up there.

And even if I could, I have to tell
you, he wouldn't recognize you.

I mean, he's been going
downhill rather fast recently,

and when Alzheimer's
is involved, they usually...

How recent?

I would say in the
last month or so.

Early March. Um...

Did something particular
happen back then?

And here I was thinking I had
seen the last of you people.

Uh, what people?

Fine, play me for a fool.
Reporters, honey, reporters.

- I'm not a reporter.
- Of course not.

Pete Maitland's just the
prince who raised you

as one of his own children.

I need you to turn around
and exit this building.

And if you won't, I'll
have you escorted out.

- I'm... I'm not a reporter.
- If you say so.

Nonetheless, if you want to
see that old man, you'll have to

come back with his son
and have him vouch for you.

Come back with Terry Maitland?

You know, and here's the thing,
even if I had fallen for your story,

I don't know what you
think you could squeeze out

of that poor man. Ask the detectives.
They tried talking to him for weeks.

Talk to him about what?

- Please make sure she leaves.
- I'm going.

- Hello?
- Holly Gibney.

Ah. Well, hello
there, Holly Gibney.

I don't know who I'm
supposed to report to,

you, Alec or Howard Saloman.

Um, you know what,
any of us is fine.

I spoke to the woman at
the center's reception desk.

She wouldn't let me
see Maitland's father,

because she thought
I was a reporter.

Apparently, a bunch of reporters

showed up about a
month ago. Detectives, too.

I thought it was in regards to
Terry, because that was more or less

the time that the family
was there last time.

But she didn't even
know he was dead.

Well, you know,
Cherokee City isn't exactly

the center of
the universe, so...

That being said,
whatever did happen,

the cops wanted to speak to the
old man as part of the investigation.

You'll be looking into that?

Of course. That's
what I'm here for.

Um...

Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to tell you your job.

I know I could've waited to call
until I had more hard information.

No, no that's fine.

It's just sometimes...

Every once in a while, I like to hear
the voice of someone who's on my side.

I'll call when I have something
with a little more meat on its bones.

Sure.

No.

You... you don't get to do this.

Fuck you, I don't.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.