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[indistinct police radio chatter]

[officer 1] Fall through.

Keep going.

[Yunis] What have we got?

[officer 2] We secured the barn
and surrounding areas.

- You're good to go inside.
- [Yunis] Thank you.

[Yunis] Lights.

[indistinct chatter]

I wish I could tell you
about the last week.

[man laughing in distance]

[officer] Let me get that for you.

[Tamika] Morning. Thank you.

There you go.

[chuckles]

Aw!

Welcome back, T!

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

[woman laughs]

[clerk] Who's he look like?

[Tamika] 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.

[door opening]

[door closes]

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...

[Jeannie sighs]

Speaking of which, how was your day?

[both chuckle]

[hip-hop music playing]

[Jack] "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.

[Claude] 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.

[dancer] Asshole.

[Jack chuckling]

[man over PA]
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?

[scoffs]

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.

[indistinct chatter]

[cell door slams]

[cell door opens and closes]

[Jack] Motherfucker!

What did I tell you?

[unzips fly]

[grunts]

[groaning]

This is your last chance, Butch!

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

Very serious, Butchie.

- [zipping fly]
- Very serious.

[softly] Shit.

It's bullshit.

Fuck this.

Oh, shit!

[rats squeaking]

[breathing heavily]

Fuck.

I'm a police officer.

Wh... what do you want?

[groans]

What did you just do?

[groans]

[groaning] Fuck!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[screaming]

[groaning]

[continues groaning]

[indistinct shouting from laptop]

[crowd clamoring]

[inhales and exhales]

[Jack groaning]

Fuck.

Fuck.

[screaming]

- God!
- [objects clattering]

[Yunis] Here's what we found
at the barn.

[Ralph] Thank you.

[Yunis] 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.

[camera shutter clicking]

- [Ralph] Terry's?
- [Yunis] 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.

[Yunis] 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.

[Ralph] What is it?

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

Besides, semen doesn't do this.

- [Ralph] The same stuff?
- [Yunis] 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.

[indistinct chatter]

[school bell ringing]

[Theresa] 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.

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

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

[Yunis] They're working on it.

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

- The van and the buckle?
- [Yunis] They are.

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

[Ralph] No, Howard, we're just...

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

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

[Ralph] Yeah, that's right.

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

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

[Ralph] 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.

- [Howie] "Possibly"?
- [Ralph] That's what I said.

[Howie] 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.

[Ralph] Yeah, that question
is on the list.

[Yunis] 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.

[Ralph] 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.

[Howie] Yes?

[Alec] 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...

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

[Alec] That's right.

[Ralph inhales deeply]

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.

[Howie] How about sending Holly Gibney?

[Alec] Holly Gibney.

Yeah, the one and only.

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

- [Howie] Chicago, right?
- [Alec chuckles] Yeah.

We get her on this,

there's nobody better
at retracing steps.

What's with the spaceship?

Well,

as an individual, she's...

[chuckles softly]

She's what I would call "unique."

[Holly] 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.

[cell phone vibrating]

- 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...
- [door closing]

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?

- [Holly] 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?

[man] Miss, do you see the other stools?

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

You're sitting in my seat.

Thank you.

[Alec] Holly? You still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

What was that you just called yourself?

- I'm not flying.
- Okay--

[ends call]

Okay.

[Ralph] Oldest trick in the book.

[Herbert] What's that?

[Ralph scoffs]

[Ralph] 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.

[Herbert] So,

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

- [Ralph] Chores, mostly.
- What kind of chores?

[Ralph] You know, gardening,
yard work, cars.

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

[Herbert] How are things at home?

[Ralph] 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?

[inaudible]

[distorted grunting]

[thudding]

[distorted groaning]

[distorted grunting]

Maybe we could just keep it
about the things that actually

put me in this chair.

[indistinct commentary on TV]

[Alec] 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.

[Alec chuckles]

Hello, Alec. Who's your friend?

[Holly] 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.

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

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

- [waiter] Here you go.
- [Holly] Done and done.

[speaking Lithuanian]

[stammering] It means, uh,
"For your health" in Lithuanian.

- [Ralph] Oh, right.
- And then you say, "/ sveikatg.""

- Right.
- Yeah.

I sveikata.

[Heath] Hey.

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

Must have slipped through.

[Holly] I have to say,
all these contradicting eyewits,

videos and forensics,

sounds like your man has a doppelganger.

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.

[Ralph clears throat]

My theory about the doppelganger
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.

- [Alec] 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.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[breathing heavily]

[inhaling deeply]

[exhales]

[grunts softly]

[exhales]

[grunts]

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.

[Ralph] 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.

[Ralph] 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.
[clears throat] 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?

[Glory sighs]

[Howie] So how did you
find Holly Gibney?

[Ralph] 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.

[Jeannie] So, Jessa,

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

[Jessa] Better.

- [Jeannie] Better than...
- The other times.

How many times have you seen him?

- Four.
- [Glory] 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.

[Jeannie] 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.

[Jeannie] 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.

[Jessa] He doesn't make me scared,

he makes me angry.

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

[Glory] Okay, guys.

Grab your jackets.

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

- [Maya] Mom?
- [Glory] Yes.

I made you a picture.

[Jessa] Mama, I made
a new picture of Daddy.

- With a baseball bat.
- [Glory] Nice.

[door closes]

[country music playing on stereo]

[vehicle approaching]

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?

[Andy] What dates were you looking for?

[Holly] March 6th to the 11th.

[Andy mutters]

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.
- Onh.

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?

[hip-hop music playing]

[Reynard] My great grandmother
handles her oil better than this dude.

[Nathan chuckles]

Wait for it. Wait for it.

[exhales]

[indistinct chatter]

[Reynard laughing] Boom!

- Pay up, fucker.
- [Nathan] Piece of shit.

[groaning]

[indistinct chatter]

Jack.

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

[screaming]

- [Jack] God damn it!
- I1 didn't touch him.

[Reynard] I know. I know.

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

[Jack groaning] Please, please.

I'll do anything, just make it stop.

Just make it stop.

Please.

[knocking on door]

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. [snickers]

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.

[sighs heavily]

He was such a good dad.

[sobs]

He really was.

[Glory sniffles]

How do you live with it, Jeannie?

I really need to know.

Well, yeah, it's impossible.

[Angela] Hey there. How can I help you?

[Holly] Um, I'm here
to visit Peter Maitland.

[Angela] Okay, are you
a member of the family?

- [Holly] I'm a friend of the family.
- [papers rustling]

[Angela] I'm sorry.
That won't do. LSC policy.

[Holly] Uh, can I ask how he's doing?

[Angela] Uh, I cannot give out
that information. Melanie?

[Holly] 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.

[phone line ringing]

- [Ralph] 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.

[cell door unlocking in distance]

[cell door closing]

[door unlocks]

[door unlocking]

[footsteps receding]

[footsteps approaching]

No.

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

Fuck you, I don't.

[Jack] Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.