All language subtitles for FBI Most Wanted S06E15 - Four Bodies (Awafim.tv)

- Oh, got it.
- Nice shot.

You got to give me the recipe
for that blackened salmon.

- Oh, no recipe.

Just coat them
in some olive oil

and hit em with some Old Bay.

- Yeah, he puts
Old Bay on everything.

Fish, chicken, cereal.
- [laughs]

- Ooh!
- Oh.

You're done! That's it.

[laughter]
Oh, do you want some of this?

Come on.

- Hey, you two beasties, will
you chill out for a minute?

- Stu, shh, OK?
You're going to wake up Dougie.

- OK, you guys want
to go get some gelato?

both: Yeah!

- Let's go.

They're going to make us
do the dishes.

- OK.
- [chuckles]

- I want chocolate.

- I want vanilla.

- I'm going to check on Dougie.

- Um, well, I have something
I need to ask you

before the kids get back.

- OK, what's up?

- Um...

I'm--

I'm behind on my mortgage.

- OK. How much?

- 36.

- Thousand?

- And I was hoping that
you would loan me the money

so that I don't lose the house.

- Tink, how do you
let it get this bad?

- I had no idea
until last week.

Brett handles all the bills.
- Oh.

- Turns out he stopped
paying the mortgage

after he got fired.

- Yeah, because he was too busy
getting drunk at the bar

and putting your head through
a wall.

Perfect.
- I-I threw him out, Nina.

He is in rehab now,
but we are done.

I--I have no way to cover this
unless you help me out.

- I--I don't know.
That's--

that's a lot of money.

- I know, I--I know.

And I am sorry
to be asking this.

But the last thing that I want

is to move those kids
into a tiny little apartment

and have them change schools
in the middle of the year and--

Please just think about it.

[somber music]

[techno music playing]

♪

- [snorts]

♪

[inhales deeply]

♪

[sighs]

♪

What's up? [chuckles]

♪

Want some?

♪

You want to get crazy?
[chuckles]

♪

[thunder rumbling]

[dog barking in distance]

[train horn blares]

- Hey.

Are you following me?

- No, no, I--

wait.

I saw you at the bar.

[laughs]

- That's right.
You did.

- [chuckles] Mm-hmm.

[grunts]

And I saw you.

- [gasps]

[ragged breathing]

♪

[coughs]

[panicked gasping]

♪

- Buongiorno, bambinos.
Cómo estás?

- Ooh.
- Hey.

- He's back.
- What's up?

- Oh, did you miss me?

- Uh, yeah, of course.
- Not even a little bit.

All right, I'm glad to see

you didn't redecorate the place
while I was away.

- How'd it go?

- Oh, Abby and I had
the time of our lives.

- [sighs]
- All right.

Olive oil and Chianti

for everyone from our villa
in Panzano.

- Thank you.
- Excellent.

- Well, Hannah's
in St. Louis with Ethan,

so I can hold on to hers.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

- How's Ethan, by the way?

- Uh, work in progress,
you know?

- They held it down
at the VA op, though.

- Yeah, I read the report.

I'm glad
Hannah's taking time off

to get him back
on the straight and narrow.

All right, so what have we got?

- Two nights ago,
Simon Fowler was murdered

after leaving a dance club
in East Williamsburg.

He was stabbed using
an aluminum knitting needle.

ME said it pierced
his diaphragm,

then he was strangled.

- Knitting needle?

That's an odd choice
for a murder weapon.

Was it tested for fingerprints?

- It was, but no
usable prints or DNA.

- NYPD reached out to us.

It's the third late-night
murder in that precinct

with the same MO.

- So we have a serial killer.

Any connection to the victims?

- Not so far.

All of the men were killed

outside of
different nightlife venues.

NYPD has ruled out robbery
as a motive.

- Their working theory
is a single UnSub

who patronized the club.

- All right, let's dig in.

Barnes and I will
reach out to NYPD.

You two head back to that
last venue, talk to security.

Let's roll.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

- There are half a dozen
nightclubs and concert venues

in this 10 square block
industrial zone.

No pissed-off neighbors
to complain about

rowdy partiers or loud music.

- Yeah, but it's not that easy
to get to.

The nearest subway is a good
15-minute walk from here.

- Longer if you're
drunk and high,

which was the case
with our victims.

- High on what?

- The last victim,
Simon Fowler,

had a vial of tusi
in his possession.

- Pink cocaine.

That's the latest
party drug of choice.

- Where've you been hanging out
with your new boo, Cheryl?

- Nowhere around here.

- Tusi is ketamine cut with
whatever stimulant's on hand

and pink food coloring.

Every batch is choose
your own adventure.

- Which sometimes ends
in date rape.

- Could there be
a drug angle to these murders?

- It's possible.

This is where
Simon Fowler was killed.

- No windows or security cams.

Not a place I want to be alone
at 3:00 in the morning.

- We beefed up patrols
at night, activated a tip line.

- Let us know
if you got anything credible.

- Yeah.

- The security director at the
club said it's quite possible

that Simon could have
scored the tusi

from a dealer inside the venue.

He's sending over CCTV footage.

- The knitting needles
wouldn't have set off

the metal detectors.

The devices are calibrated
so that not every belt buckle

or piece of jewelry
requires a pat down.

- We're thinking that the
killer must have known this.

They could carry the needle
on their person

and get through security,
so maybe they did a trial run.

- Or stashed it outside.

- Something.

- Simon Fowler's tox screen
just came in positive

for ketamine and meth on top
of a 0.16 blood alcohol level.

- So he was bombed just like
the other two victims.

- Is there a common denominator
besides that?

- Well, I checked
the interviews NYPD did

with the victim's family
and friends.

The only similarities I saw

is all the men left the club
compromised and alone.

- Our killer's a lone wolf.

Hopefully,
something pops in forensics.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- You look lovely, Mia.

Do you have a date tonight?

- I'm just meeting up
with some friends.

♪

Is that the garter stitch
that you taught me?

- This is the Andalusian.

See the raised texture
every four rows.

- I like that.

♪

If Bernard was so cruel to you,

why do you keep
his photographs?

- It's true,
Bernard treated our dog better

than he treated me,

but that was the life I chose.

- You never thought
of leaving him?

- It was a different time.

I suppose his pictures are
better than an empty mantle.

[somber tender music]

♪

- Have a peaceful night,
Eleanor.

- Mm.
- [smooches]

[tense music]

- Be careful, dear.

- See you in the morning.

- And don't forget your phone.

♪

[techno music playing inside]

♪

[soft suspenseful music]

♪

[lighter clicking]

♪

- Oh, sorry.
[chuckling] I'm--

I'm kind of lost.

- Hey, tell me about it.

It's like a--

it's like a David Lynch movie
around here.

- [chuckles] Yeah.

RIP.

- Uh, you want a smoke?

- No, thanks.

Subway's on Jefferson, right?

- I think so.

Hey, uh...

you want to grab a nightcap
somewhere?

- [chuckles softly]

[tense music]

Isn't that a wedding ring?

- That's not a problem.

♪

- [chuckles softly]

[tense musical crescendo]

[victim gasping and groaning]

♪

[engine running]

[brakes creaking]

[dramatic music]

♪

[dramatic music fading]

- Forensics came back on the
fibers that were harvested

from two of the victims.

It's a silk-cashmere blend,

likely from a high-end scarf
that was used as a ligature.

- Can they link it
to a manufacturer?

- They're working on it.

- How'd Ray make out with
the footage from the clubs?

- He ran an AI photo sort

that scraped
all three nights of video.

Photo matches came back
for 16 men and 9 women.

- So let me get this straight.

These people were
at each of the clubs

on the night of the murders.

- Exactly.

Likely one of them
is our serial killer.

[phone beeps]

- Hold on.
I just got a text from Ramos.

There was a fourth attack
early this morning.

The victim survived.
He's at Woodhull Hospital.

- I'll meet you there.
[sighs]

- I noticed her
when I was doing shots

with my friend Des at the bar.

- What time was that?

- [sighs] I don't know.
Midnight maybe.

You know, a few hours later
when I was going home,

she was there again
asking me for directions.

- Show him the screen grabs.
- Yeah.

- I told you not
to go out with him.

- [sighs] I said I texted you
I was going to be late.

- "Late" doesn't mean
"I'm staying out all night."

- Can you just let me know if
and when you recognize her, OK?

- That is her.

That's the bitch
that stabbed me.

- Let's get these photos out
to all the nightlife venues,

not only Brooklyn.

Anything else
you can remember about her?

- After she stabbed me,

she wrapped her scarf
around my neck.

And that's when I saw
the tattoos on her wrist.

- What was it a tattoo of?

- Four B's.

- Honey bees?

- No, no, like the letter B,

just each one
in a different style.

[tense music]

- Good luck with him.

Download Barnes and Ray.

- On it.

- No facial rec hit
on our Jane Doe.

- We should go public with it.
- Well, that's a Remy call.

- No, it's our best bet.

There weren't any hits on her
tattoos in the NYPD database.

- I have a hunch about that.
You've heard about 4B, right?

- Uh, yes,

the feminist movement
that started in South Korea.

- Yeah.

In Korea, it stands for
no dating, no sex, no marriage,

no procreation with men.

- Isn't that like
the Greek play?

- Women banded together
to end a war.

- So you think our Jane Doe
is a radicalized feminist?

- If I'm right, she's taking
4B to a whole new level.

[tense music]

- In our first session,
you mentioned

you'd been hospitalized.

- I was in
a psychiatric facility, yeah.

But it was voluntary.

- You knew you needed help.

- Well, don't give me
too much credit.

I didn't want to go to jail

and Bridgewater was presented
to me as an alternative.

- The report from Bridgewater

says that you rammed your car
into a strip club.

- Mm-hmm.

I worked there as a dancer.

- What am I missing?

- Let's just say my...

employers didn't have my back
when I needed them to.

- You don't sound remorseful.

- How else were they going to
learn to do the right thing?

To have some integrity?

But I'm over it.

[chuckles softly]

- And how are
you doing with that?

How are your meds working?

- Pretty well, I think.

- Helping you
manage your anger?

- I'm not angry anymore.

I came to New York
to put all that behind me.

- The, um, tattoo on your
wrist, when did you get that?

- This?

Yeah, I got it
right after I moved here.

It's a shoutout
to the 4B women's movement.

- I thought so.

How does that philosophy
speak to you?

- Uh, well, for one thing,

it helped me understand
that I'm not the only woman

in my peer group
who's had issues with men.

- I'm a bit confused.

You say you're over
your anger issues,

yet you feel solidarity for
a movement that eschews men.

[soft suspenseful music]

- You know, it's a long story.

I'd rather get into it
next time I'm here.

- Monday, then.

♪

Thanks.

You know,
I've been meaning to ask,

the checks are from an account
of Eleanor Cheswick?

- Yeah, she's my great aunt.

I'm staying with her

and she's helping me out
with some expenses.

- That's kind of her.

Take care, Mia.

[tense music]

- I've had enough of this
your body, my choice stuff.

So here's the plan.

I'm shaving off
all of my hair

and getting
with the 4B movement.

[clippers buzzing]

- Well, she's fully committed.

- Well, I think
it helps to understand

what we might be dealing
with here.

[soft suspenseful music]

- Here's a wakeup call

to all of the toxic bros
out there.

I'm not going
to be anybody's tradwife,

so don't look at me,
don't talk to me,

and do not touch me.

♪

- We all know that
violence against women is--

- Wait a second.
Isn't that our Jane Doe?

- That or her twin sister.

- Is part of the fabric
of American culture.

♪

The sad truth is that
men can't be trusted.

It is time to take back
our power and autonomy,

one body at a time.

♪

- One body at a time.

- We just ID'd
our serial killer.

- Yep.

[dramatic musical crescendo]

- Mia Travis? FBI!

[metallic clattering]

[tense music]

♪

Clear.

Nobody's upstairs.

- Clear downstairs.

- Do we really think
she commutes

all the way from Boston to
do her handiwork in Brooklyn?

- Don't crap
in your own backyard.

- Look, maybe we can post up
outside, stake it out.

- Ma'am, you can't go in there.
- Excuse me. Get out of my way.

What's going on here?

- We're FBI.
Who are you?

- The person who lives here.

- We're looking for Mia Travis.

- Mia moved to New York
in January.

- Do you have
her current address?

- No.

I don't know her that well.

She rented a spare room from me
for a few months

after she got out
of Bridgewater.

- The psychiatric hospital?

- She was in a diversion
program some judge made her do.

- And you took her in
because what?

You're a good Samaritan?

- You have a problem with that?

- We need your help.

What can you tell us about her?

- Mia paid rent up front.

She said she had
an elderly relative

with a swanky place
in Manhattan

that she was hoping
to move in with.

[scoffs]

It all sounded pretty
half-baked to me.

- Do you know where
this relative lives?

- She didn't leave an address.

But a few weeks after she left,
she had me send some stuff

she forgot to pack to some
mailbox place in New York.

- What stuff did you send?
- Personal items.

Some clothes, boots,

a scarf.

- Nina and I will head
to the psych hospital.

You two track down Mia
in the city.

- Done.

- Thanks.

- I can't confirm whether
Ms. Travis was ever a patient.

- Well, we already know
that she was here

at a court-ordered
diversion program

after her felony arrest
in Boston.

- We don't provide
any information

without a patient
authorization.

- Look, doc.

Your patient is wanted
for a string of serial murders.

So whatever treatment
she was getting here,

let's just say
it's not working out.

You might want to consider that
before she harms someone else.

- Maybe you could demonstrate

a little concern
for a former patient?

- I'll tell you this much.

Mia was doing well
when we discharged her.

The meds we prescribed
had leveled her off.

- Leveled her off?
From what?

- Again, uh--

- The next time
she kills someone,

I'm splashing your name
all over our press release.

- You can threaten me
all you want.

HIPAA gives me no authority
to talk to you.

- Unless she is a danger
to herself or others, right?

- If that's the case,

I'll make a formal application
to our board.

- Are you a doctor
or a patient?

- I am not risking my job based
on your half-cocked theories.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have rounds to make.

- What did she do?

- We just need to talk to her.

- Did she have
contraband sent here?

A lot of the randos
that come in here

are, like, super sketch.

- Just take a closer look
and see if you remember her.

- OK.

Uh, yeah, she's been here.

Uh, maybe, like, a month ago.

- Her name is Mia Travis.

Is there a mailbox application
under that name here?

[keys clicking]

Number 142.

Do you want me
to open it for you?

- Yeah.
Come on.

[keys jingling]

[tense music]

♪

- There's nothing in there
that's going to explode, right?

- It's possible.

Might want to step back.

♪

Pharmafleet.

- It's Mia's prescription
for risperidone.

Isn't that an antipsychotic?

- She's got a two-month supply.

Which means she's off her meds.

Mia's mailbox was linked

to her old residential address
in Boston.

The kid who worked there said
he'd let us know

if she showed up again.

- Let's do a deep dive
on her family,

see if we can find this
elderly relative in Manhattan.

Anything from Boston PD?

- There's no public record
of an arrest

or prosecution of a Mia Travis.

The records are
probably sealed.

- Jump on that
when the courts open tomorrow.

I'll reach out to our Behavior
Analysis Unit in Quantico.

- If you want to go have dinner
with your family,

I can hold down the fort.

- Mm, they already went back
to Houston.

- Mm.

- But thank you for the
barbecue recommendation.

- Oh, yeah.
- They absolutely loved it.

Um, I have to show you this
picture my nephew Beau posted.

Um...

- Everything OK?

- No.

Sorry, my sister told me that

she threw her ex-husband out,
and, um--

- Maybe the picture was taken--

- Yeah, that's yesterday
at her house.

Excuse me, I got to call her.

- OK.

[phone line trilling]

- Hey, Ray.

- Hey, Nina.

- Tink, what the hell
is going on?

Please tell me you did not
let that bastard move back in.

- OK, just hang on.
Let me explain.

- You can start
by explaining to me

who's going to take care of you

whenever he puts you back
in the ER again.

- You don't understand, Nina.

I just really didn't have
a lot of options here.

- Nina.

- I gotta go.
We'll finish this later.

- Hey, Remy,
you might want to hear this.

[suspenseful music]

This guy's from security
at Orbital,

the dance club
in Long Island City.

There's a young lady
sitting at his bar right now

who might be the girl
on our BOLO.

- Might be?

- He said our
pics aren't great.

This girl has her hair up
in a beanie.

- Is she wearing a scarf?
- He didn't see one.

- Do not let her leave.

Ray, hit that club on the DL.

Nina, you're outside
backing him up.

- OK.
- OK.

[techno music playing]

♪

- All right, Nina,
we're inside.

- Copy.
I'm circling the block.

♪

- There.
The bar.

- Got eyes on Mia.

She's moving.

♪

Excuse me, excuse me.

♪

[tense music]

♪

Oh, ooh.
Oh. Sorry.

[glass breaks]
- All good.

- Sorry.

♪

- Hey, watch it.

♪

- Move, move.

♪

Excuse me, excuse me.
Sorry, sorry.

- Hey! [giggles]
- Oh, whoa, whoa.

- Ooh!
- Not--not that kind of party.

♪

She's heading outside.

♪

- Hey.
Hey, excuse me.

Um, can I catch a ride
with you?

There's this guy inside.

He's, like,
totally stalking me.

- Get in.

♪

- I lost her.
She's in a black SUV rideshare.

She's heading
towards the bridge.

♪

- Wait. I think
I just found her rideshare.

[tires screeching]

♪

I'm pulling him over now.

[siren wailing]
Vernon and 48th.

[horn honks]

♪

FBI! Hands up, now!

[ominous music]

Ray, it's not her.

♪

- His name's Johnny Delgado.

The housekeeper found him
when she came in.

1-6 called me when
they saw the knitting needle,

I called you.

- Must be the guy
Mia picked up last night.

- Certainly matches Mia's MO
with the knitting needle

and the ligature marks
around his neck.

- Johnny thought
he was getting lucky

and ended up
with a serial killer.

Talk about
a reversal of fortune.

- You have a pep
in your step today.

- Really?

- Anything you can
attribute that to?

- Uh...

woke up on the right side
of the bed, I guess.

- And the anger issues
that we touched on last time?

- Mm, I'm good.

- Are you?

We were exploring your tattoo

and your affinity
with the 4B movement.

- Yeah, I thought we talked
about all that already.

- I sense there's trauma
in your past, Mia.

Some event that's made you
averse or distrustful of men.

- It was a long time ago.

- Many traumas are.

Are you here to make progress

or to fulfill
some kind of legal obligation?

[somber music]

♪

- [sighs]

♪

Uh, when I was 15,

in Amherst where I grew up,

my dad saw a flyer
at the college where he worked.

♪

A grad student was
offering guitar lessons.

So every Friday

after class...

I'd go over to his house
with my guitar.

♪

- What happened
inside the house?

- Well, the good news is

I can absolutely crush the
intro to "Stairway to Heaven."

- And the bad?

♪

- Uh, the bad.

Yeah, he groomed me.

♪

He told me I'd never really
understand music

until I had sex.

So after every lesson,
he'd...

♪

Undress me.

♪

- I'm so sorry.

That's despicable.

♪

- Do we know what time

Mia and the victim
entered the building?

- Security footage has them
entering just before 2:00.

- Oh, cell phone.

- The victim's?

- Uh, I don't know.
Let's check it out.

Can you open that up?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[phone beeps]

Yep, it is his.

Looks like he used
a rideshare app

for a pickup here at 2:46 a.m.

- Chances are he was
already dead by then.

- So then
it must have been Mia.

Where'd he take her?

- Corwin Library,
Upper West Side.

- I doubt she was
taking a book out

at 3:00 in the morning.

Must be a landmark
near where she lives.

Have Barnes and Ray
meet us there.

Bag it for ERT.

♪

[Dr. Kagan sighs]

- Have you ever told anyone?

- [laughing] No.

[scoffs]

No, how could I?

I let him do what he wanted

and I blamed myself.

- But you realize
none of that was your fault.

N-none of it.

- [scoffs]
Well, that's easy to say now.

See this expensive scarf?

[tense music]

[Mia sniffles]

He got it for me
as a Christmas gift that year.

♪

- What was your rapist's name?

- His name?

♪

His name was Marcus.

♪

[car doors open and close]

♪

- Mia's in one of these
brownstones or apartments.

Fan out and hit every building
within a two-block radius.

♪

- Don't you think it's time

to deal with the fallout
from this trauma?

- [scoffing chuckle]
I'm trying.

- Are you?

♪

- [scoffs]

Well, for one thing, I took
this vile gift he gave me

and repurposed it.

- How so?

- I reclaimed it

and turned it into
something I enjoy.

Something useful.

- I beg to differ, Mia.

This predator,
he still has agency over you.

[Mia laughs]

Have you ever considered
going to the police?

- [laughs] Oh yeah,
I wonder how that would go.

I'm a stripper
just out of the loony bin,

and he's a fancy professor
at Barkley College.

♪

- A perfect setup
for a predator.

[tense music]

- [scoffs]

Men like Marcus...

they don't change, do they?

♪

- [sighs]

Not without some kind
of intervention.

♪

- See, now I feel like
we're on the same page.

I really need to deal
with my Marcus problem

head-on, don't I?

♪

- Excuse me, sir?

Hi, FBI.
We're looking for this woman.

Does she live here?

- Yeah, that's the young lady

who moved in
with Mrs. Cheswick.

- Is she home right now?

- You just missed them.

They took Eleanor's Caddy
out of the garage

about half an hour ago.

- OK, where'd they go?

- Not my place to ask.

- I need access
to her townhouse now, please.

- She's got an arsenal
of knitting needles here.

- Clothes and toiletries
spread out

in her old lady's bedroom
like she was in a hurry.

- Same thing in Mia's room.

- Smells like a road trip
to me.

Did we ping their cell phones?

- Uh, both phones are down.

- I found Eleanor's checkbook,

and the last three checks are
written to a Dr. Conrad Kagan,

subject line,
"for Mia's therapy."

- Text me Kagan's
office address.

Barnes and Ray,
hit his residence.

Nina, the garage.

We need to find out where
Mia and Eleanor are headed.

♪

- Feel when you're--
- FBI.

- Excuse me.
What do you think you're doing?

- Step outside, sir.

Step outside.

Are you Mia Travis's shrink?

- That's none of your business.

- I don't have time for the
doctor-patient runaround.

Mia murdered four people
in the last month.

- Four men?

- Bravo, Dr. Freud.

She left New York
a couple hours ago.

Where is she going?

♪

- [sighs] I--uh,
I'm not exactly sure,

but there's a professor
at Barkley College

who raped her repeatedly
when she was 15.

- In Boston?

- Uh, his first name is Marcus.

- Last name?

- I'm sorry, I don't know.

♪

- Marcus Everett.

He's an associate professor
at Barkley College of Music.

- Home address?

- 573 Corsica Street.

It's a house
in Allston neighborhood.

- All right, that's exit 131
off the Mass Pike.

- All right,
we'll secure the house first.

Have PD track him down
at the college.

- Did Mia's shrink tell you why
she might be targeting him?

- Marcus raped her
when she was 15.

And more than once.

- This is all starting
to make some sense then.

[suspenseful dramatic music]

♪

[car doors close]

- This is where the man who
put me in the hospital lives.

- It's a very nice home.

♪

- Um,

you should ring the doorbell.

He--he probably
won't let me in.

- And then what?

- Tell him your car broke down
and you need to use his phone.

♪

[doorbell rings]

♪

- I'm sorry to disturb you,
young man.

May I use your phone?

My car,
something's wrong with it.

- Uh...

sure.

C-come in. Come in.

♪

[tense dramatic music]

♪

[baby fussing]

- This is my great niece.

- Uh, what's going on here?

♪

- You've forgotten me already.

- Marcus, who are these people?

♪

- A young bride and a baby?

[chuckles]
I gotta say,

I'm a little surprised
that you settled down.

♪

What's your name, honey?

- Celeste.

- What are you doing here?

- [sighs]

Do you remember

this beautiful scarf
that you got me for Christmas?

I was 15.

- Marcus?

- I came here
to return it to you.

- You told me
he owed you money, Mia.

- He owes me a lot more
than money.

♪

- There's Eleanor's Cadillac.

- She's probably inside
with Mia.

Let's take this slow,
my people.

♪

- You're trespassing
in my home.

- Trespassing, ooh.

- What do you want?

- What do I want?

Um...

Sit.

Sit down.

- OK. Oh, OK.

[shakily]
OK, OK, OK, OK.

- What's going on in there?

- Hard to tell.

I don't see any movement.

I do see a side door, though.

- So what?
We no-knock and breach?

- No, this chick's
too volatile.

She's got hostages.

We need to get the drop on her.

I'll try to find a way in.

- Go easy if you get
to talk to her, OK?

She's not going to respond well
to an aggressive male.

- You're right.

This might go better
if you're with me.

You take the side,
I'll circle around back.

♪

- It's very simple, Marcus.

You tell Celeste here
what you did to me,

and I'll leave.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Tell her,
or I will cut your throat.

Tell her!

♪

- Please don't do this.

- Do you think
I'm bluffing right now?

You've made me kill
four people already!

- Oh, Mia, that can't be true.

- Four predators just like you!

[baby shrieking]

There's no reason to stop now.

♪

- Got a window open
on the second floor.

- Copy.

♪

- OK.

Guys, I'm in.

I'm going to head
towards the kitchen.

- [whispers] I'm in.

- Do what she says, Marcus,
so we can get her out of here.

- I gave her guitar lessons
10 or 12 years ago.

- What else did you give me?

What else?

- Ah!

[tense somber music]

♪

We had sex.

♪

- Sex, Marcus?

Say what it was.

Tell your pretty wife

or I will kill you right
in front of her and her baby.

- I made you have sex with me.

- Say the word!

- I raped you.

- [gasps] Oh, my God.

- But I'm not
like that anymore!

- FBI.

- Drop the knife, Mia.

- How many times, Marcus, hmm?

20, 30 times?

- I wasn't keeping score.

- You bastard!

- Let him go!

You got what you wanted.

- You know,
I should just cut his throat.

What do I have to lose?

- You really want your aunt
to see that?

[tense somber music]

- Mia...

I know what
you're going through.

I understand.

But you don't want revenge
this way.

Don't traumatize
these two innocent women.

[somber piano music]

♪

- E-Eleanor can leave.

♪

- You got the power now, Mia.

- We heard his confession.

He said he raped you
and he will go to prison.

[Marcus whimpering]

- Let's make sure of that.

How many other guitar students
were there besides me?

- Please.
- No.

I know you don't keep score,

but ballpark it
for Celeste here!

- I don't know!

- Then say their names.

Say their names!

- I can't!
There's too many to remember.

[low ominous chord]

[Mia gasps softly]

[tense music]

♪

- That's what I thought.

♪

- Drop the knife.

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back.

♪

- Celeste--
- Don't come near us.

- You, up now.

- All I did was
make him tell the truth.

- Yeah.
[handcuffs clicking]

What about
the other four bodies?

[tense somber music]

Get her out of here.

- I'll call
the Sex Crimes Unit.

Let's go.
[siren wailing distantly]

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪

[dramatic chords]

[tense somber music fading]

- Mm.

So I had a long talk with Tink
on my drive home from Boston.

- Oh, yeah?

- She came clean and told me
that she forgave Brett

and he moved back in
officially.

- Well, that's a good thing,
I guess.

Give somebody a second chance.

- He doesn't deserve
the second chance.

I mean, he lied to her
about being fired

and then sat getting drunk
at a bar for days on end.

- No, and I'm--like, it's not--
- So--

- I meant, like,
it's not what you would do.

But she obviously
loves her husband.

She wants to make it work.

- Her husband who
put her in a hospital.

- No, her husband who
accepted treatment.

- [sighs]

I don't get it.

But, I mean, if that's what
she's going to do,

then Brett can figure out how
to pay the mortgage company

the $36,000 that they owe,

because I don't want
to be a part of it.

- All right, honey. Um...

I wanted to tell you
in person.

So um...

Before Tink left for Texas,
I--I wrote her a check.

[tense music]

- You what?

You didn't think maybe
you should ask me?

- Well, you know
we have the money.

This is not a huge deal.
- It's not about the money.

That's my family.

That--
that was my decision to make,

not for you to go behind
my back without talking to me.

- Right, OK, just your family.

All right, I'm sorry.

No good deed goes unpunished.

- Yes, because you're
really being punished,

aren't you, Stuart?

We're having a conversation
about this.

- No, this is more
than a conversation.

You're pissed off
at your sister

because she's getting
back together with Brett,

and you're taking it out on me.

- Wrong.

I'm pissed off at both of you

for lying to me.

♪

I'm going to go for a walk.

[somber music]

[sighs]
Damn it.

[door slams]

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]

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