All language subtitles for The Equalizer s05e14 The Grave Digger.eng

Previously on The Equalizer...

Don't move.

Why are you cuffing me?
What did I do?

You're under arrest
for disorderly conduct

and disturbing the peace.

It's finally here.
[squeals] What's here?

My letter from Hartstone U.

"Dear Delilah,
unfortunately,

we are unable to offer you
a seat in our freshman class."

Come here, baby.
I'm sorry.

I reached out to Hartstone's
admissions office.

They've been conducting
social media checks

on their incoming
candidates.

You think they saw
your arrest at that protest?

I'm sorry.

[insects trilling]

? ?

Any sign of them?

No.

Harry, you got anything?

HARRY: Nothing.

I've hacked every damn camera
in the area,

and all I've got

is the Grave Digger's van
driving into the park.

Wait...

I got eyes
on the van.

But no sign of the target.

He's already dug the grave
and put the coffin in it.

MEL: I'm going to
your side of the park.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

She might not have
that much time.

I'm going in.

HALEY: Help me!
[pounding on lid]

I'm in here, I'm in here!

ROBYN: Haley, it's okay.
I'm coming.

HALEY:
I can't breathe.

[Robyn grunting]
HALEY: Please hurry!

[grunting]

Help! Help me!

[pounding on coffin lid]

[grunts]

Help!

[Haley gasps]

ROBYN: It's okay.
Just sit down.

Sit down. Sit
down. Okay.

[gasping, sobbing]

Catch your breath.

There you go.
You're okay.

[Kynard laughing]

What the hell
are you smiling at?

Nothing special.

I'm just thinking about
the crucible of suffering

I'm gonna put you through.

ROBYN:
Really?

Well, considering you're gonna
spend the rest of your life

in a prison cell,

that'll be
a neat little magic trick.

Abracadabra.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey, Dante.
Appreciate you coming.

Yeah. No problem.

So what's with
all the urgency?

Park worker found
it this morning.

Someone had dug
up the ground,

so he got a shovel and, uh,
what you see is what you get.

Name's Veronica Finch.

Last seen around midnight after
leaving her job at a bodega.

[camera shutter clicking]

See her hands?

Bruised and bloody.
Fingernails are broken off.

She was trying to claw
her way out.

That oxygen tank kept
her alive for hours

as she did.

It's the Gravedigger's MO, right?

That freak who killed
all those women?

Help us out over here?

Lift her up.

The Grave Digger
branded his victims

with a five-point asterisk brand
on their right shoulder.

SAWICKI:
I don't get this.

I thought you put
that bastard away in prison.

DANTE:Had a little help,
but yeah.

That was exactly
one year ago today.

It appears that
a copycat killer has decided

to mark the occasion.

? ?

? ?

Oh. Found it.

Profile on Cezanne?
Yeah, yeah.

[gasps] Magnifique.

Thank you, my darling.

This is kinda fun.
Yep.

Aunt Vi, what you got going on?

My dear friend,
Simone Sliger-

"Dear friend"? Your nemesis?

Nonsense.

I mean, we-we had
a brief rivalry in the '90s,

but we're past that now.

Anyway, she'sasked me

to substitute teach her class
on French art of the 1800s,

and I have not studied
Post-Impressionism

since I left Berkeley.

Did you tell Simone that?

Of course not. She's my nemesis.

[laughs]
Well, I wouldn't stress about it.

I mean, you can fake your way
through any details

you may've forgotten.

Did you say "fake it"?

My darling,

life, like art,
should never be faked.

"We are seeking,
we are striving,

we are in it
with all our hearts."

You know who said that?

Vincent Van Gogh,
Post-Impressionist-

Did he actually
say that, honey?

Uh...

Vincent, Vincent,
Vincent...

Yes, he did.
[laughs]

I am gonna crush this tonight!

ROBYN:
I have no doubt.

VI:
By the way, uh,

class is gonnago late.

You are both on your
own for dinner.

Oh, yes, um,

speaking of, Mom,

I have to go back to school
for a Peer Ear meeting at 7:00,

so is it cool if I grab a bite
to eat with Cam beforehand?

[chuckles] Yeah. Have fun.
[phone chimes]

Thanks.

I got to go.
Dante wants to meet with me.

Oh. Does he, now?

You know, maybe
your boyfriend

is surprising you
with a date night.

Mm-mm.

We're not doing that.
DELILAH: No?

ROBYN:
No.

Mm-mm.

The methodology of the murder is
the same as the Grave Digger's.

Hold on. Same as?

Similar?

Or are we talking identical?

It's a perfect match.

The victim,
Veronica Finch,

is a 20-something white woman
with dark hair,

abducted after working
a late shift,

an asterisk brand seared into
the flesh of her right shoulder.

Found in a plain pine box?

And buried in a public park
with an oxygen tank

holding two hours of air.

Who the hell would mimic
the Grave Digger's murders?

Most likely some weak-willed
psychopath

seeking empowerment.

By... going all twisted fanboy

and imitating
their favorite serial killer?

Exactly that.

And now that this copycat
has had a taste,

they won't stop.
There'll be more victims.

Standard procedure in a copycat

is to question
the original murderer

on the ever-so-slim chance
they might know something.

You went upstate to visit
Tyler Ray Kynard?

I did.

What did the Grave
Digger have to say?

That he knows
who the copycat killer is.

But he's only willing to tell
the woman who took him down.

Or he's lying,

and just wants to mess with me.

Probably. But you never know.

And here I thought you texted me
to take me on a date.

Rain check.

[exhales] All right, well,

come on,
let's get this over with.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

Ah, our special guests.
[gate closes]

Dr. Vogel, prison psychiatrist.

You were here
earlier, Detective.

I understand you had a brief
visit with the Grave Digger.

Didn't give you much, did he?

So, what, now you've
brought backup?

This is Imani Williams.

She's a criminologist
and profiler

who consults with the NYPD.

Nice to meet you.
You as well, Ms. Williams.

Though the good detective
might've saved you the trip

if he had me join
his initial interview.

Over the past year, I've
conducted dozens of sessions

with Tyler Ray Kynard
and we've developed a rapport.

I'm bit an expert on all things
Grave Digger-related.

Did he mention anything
about a copycat killer?

Uh... No, I'm afraid not.

DANTE:
We'll need a list

of everyone he's
been in contact with

on the outside.

Well, I can give that
to you now.

No one.

Since his
incarceration,

he's become completely
shut off from the world.

No phone calls, no Internet.

Doesn't read
his mail.

Not even from admirers.

He's in here.

Now, I'll lead the conversation,
and that way-

No. I'll go in by myself.

Um, I'll monitor from
the CCTV system, I have-

I'm sure I can
handle that myself.

Oh, and
the District Attorney

wanted me to convey
her deepest appreciation

for extending us
every courtesy.

Good luck, then.

[chuckles]

Kind of you to accept
my invitation.

Please, have a seat.

I-I'd pull out
your chair, but...

[chains rattle over CCTV]

"Imani Williams."

Now, we both know
that's not your name.

It is today.

What's your real name?

This is not a social visit.

If there's anything you know
about the copycat,

now would be the time
to share it.

Ah, but names...

Names are important.

They convey identity,

culture, heritage.

The story of you in a...

a short series of letters.

Which is why my
acquired nickname,

"the Grave Digger,"

is such an offense to me.

So write a letter of complaint

to the newspaper
who came up with it.

A proper name would've been

the Purifier of Souls.

Because
through suffering,

I set women free.

Let's get back
to discussing the copycat-

You know the ancient Egyptians,
the Aztecs, the Mayans,

the Greeks, the Romans,

they all had
purification rituals.

And each one,
each one involved pain.

Mine does, too.

I redeem these
vile women.

I liberate their souls!

Okay, okay.

It's clear you-
you know nothing

about the copycat.

I do hope someone remembers
to feed Veronica's kittens.

They're probably
famished by now.

You think they resort
to cannibalism?

DANTE:
He's right about her pets.

And Robyn,

neither Veronica's name
nor personal info

has been released.

How do you know
the victim's name?

Because I picked her.

So you do know
the copycat killer.

He's my acolyte.

I've already chosen
the next woman

who I shall set free
from her sins.

She's out there,
right now.

[bell jingles]

Working the late shift.

With no idea
that my acolyte is watching,

waiting for the moment
that he can purify her.

CUSTOMER:
Thank you very much.

KYNARD: So that she can move
on to the afterlife cleansed.

Just like all the others.

Do you remember the promise
that I made to you

a year ago, when we first met?

About the crucible of suffering

[laughing]:
that I was gonna put you through?

Well...

now it begins.

I will consume
the rest of your days,

devour your consciousness.

I will eat at the very core
of your spirit.

Because more women will die.

And this time?

This time, you're powerless
to stop me.

Hey.

You got here fast.
[door closes]

Well, an active
serial killer

is more than enough reason

to break every speed limit
in the state.

Any idea on who the acolyte is?

Not yet.
Harry, you found any suspects?

I've scrubbed Kynard's
phone records,

his emails, his socials,

all before he was captured,
and there's no one

that even comes close to fitting
the profile of his acolyte.

ROBYN:
Well, whomever it is,

they're talking
to each other.

We just have to figure out how.

Could be
a corrections officer.

They've been known
to smuggle in contraband.

One could be moving
messages back and forth

between Kynard
and his acolyte.

HARRY:
All right.

I'll look for red flags
of any COs

that might've had contact
with Kynard.

In the meantime,
I'm going back in.

What are you seeing?

There's something off about him.

Can't quite put
my finger on it, but...

he's cocky,
I can use that against him.

Also...

he's made mistakes in the past.

Maybe I can rattle his cage.

[laughter]

Um, can I have
some of those truffle fries?

Okay, why are you always
trying to eat off my plate?

Because you always
order better than me.

Okay, then go back
and get your own.

Man, we don't
have time.[laughs]

And don't you have
that school meeting?

[sighing]:
I so don't want to go.

We're teaching underclassmen
tips on getting into college

and I didn't even get
into my safety school,

so what's the point?

Hey. You're still waiting
to hear from other schools.

Yeah, who might reject me, too.

And I have been perfect
these last three years.

I mean, grades, extracurriculars.

And it could've all
been for nothing

just because I got arrested
at a protest last year.

Yo!

Cashmere Cam!

Oh, what's up, man?
Yo, it's good.

What's up, D?
DELILAH: Hey.

Y-You gonna eat
those last fries?

No?
[laughter]

DELILAH: Yes.
[phone chimes]

That was my plan. [chuckles]

Yo, Quinshon's throwing a party.

[chuckles uneasily]

Wait, who's Quinshon?

TYRESE:
This, uh, guy I know.

Little out there.

Okay, but he's throwing a party?

We should go.
Yeah, I don't know.

I don't think it's
really a type of party

and don't you got some, like,

nerdy school
thing to go to?

Okay.
[laughs]

No, I can skip it.

Are you sure
about that?

Look, I don't want you
getting in trouble.

Thank you,
that is very sweet of you,

but it's cool.

Look, I'll just tell them
I'm sick.

Now, come on.
Let's go have some fun.

Hey, slow up, Private School.

Quinshon lives in

a kind of sketchy neighborhood.

Look, we can just
check out the party,

and if it's too crazy,
we'll bounce.

Okay?

- [laughing]:
- Come on.

Let's go.

All right.

All right?

Serial killers.

I know you live in your own
alternative moral universe,

but when you
partner up together,

when you become a duo,

I mean, it's just so... weird.

How do you even find each other?

Really?

You think I'm just
gonna share details

that'll help you
identify him?

I'm not an imbecile.

You sure about that?

Because
the way I see it,

here you are,
this big, scary serial killer,

and you gave away
your darkest secret to someone.

You gave him all of your power.

You understandnothing.

I molded my acolyte.

I trained him
in my art.

Now he does my bidding.
[Robyn laughs]

[laughs]

What?

[laughs]
Why are you laughing?

What's so funny?!

[laughing]:
You're rotting away in here.

You still thinking
you're running things.

I am!
When you were free,

sure, maybe.

But now, the roles are reversed.

Yeah, no, no,

you're wrong.
Am I?

The way I see it,
your so-called acolyte...

has all the power now.

He can choose
to disobey your orders

and walk away.

I bet

soon... he will.

No. He will-
He will never forsake me!

He will never
turn his back.

We are kindred spirits.
We're on a mission t...

[chuckles softly]
Nice try.

But you'll never find out
who my acolyte is.

He'll be taking
my next victim soon.

And all I want is to see
the look on your face

when you're told
that another woman

has been purified.

ROBYN:
First of all...

Dr. Vogel.
[door closes]

Appreciate you coming.
VOGEL: So...

any progress?

Turns out, someone's been
passing messages back and forth

between the Grave Digger

and the copycat killer
on the outside.

MEL:
We theorized it was

one of the prison guards.

Really?
Do you have any suspects?

No, we cleared them all.

So we started looking
into other employees

that come into contact
with the Grave Digger.

We learned a few things.

DANTE:I'm sure you're
aware of this, Doc,

but we had no idea that only
three out of five inmates

who need mental health care
actually receive it.

MEL:
Of those who do,

they only see
their therapist

once a month.

But not the Grave Digger.
No, he has sessions

with you at least once a week.

Wait, w-w-wait, wait.
Y-You don't think I'm...

Look, I'm not,
I'm not his confederate,

I'm just doing research.

Research for what?

Definitive biography
on the Grave Digger.

What else?

Come on. Please.

Believe me, I-I don't want
to help that maniac kill people.

I just want to get published.

Harry, can you verify
any of this?

Yeah, well, I just hacked
into the doc's cloud account,

and, yep, he's halfway through
writing a book called-

you got to be kidding me-

Digging Up the Grave Digger.

Yeah, well,
that-that doesn't

necessarily prove

that he's innocent.
No.

But it proves
he's a terrible writer.

I mean, this is just awful.

Okay.
Besides you and the guards,

who has access to Kynard?

No one. He just sits alone
in his prison cell all day.

Every day.

Maybe we're looking
at this the wrong way.

Maybe it's not about
who has access to Kynard

but who has
access to his cell.

Doc, is there ever
maintenance or cleaning done?

Once a month, when Kynard
has his daily exercises,

our custodian cleans his cell.

What's his name?

Uh, Ronny...

Ronny Lacaraza.

[typing rapidly]
All right, Ronny Lacaraza.

I'm digging into him now.

Okay, uh, listen to this.

Ronny Lacaraza started making

$5K cash deposits every month

for nearly a year.
That can't be a coincidence.

Where's Ronny now?

Well, his shift ended
ten minutes ago.

Hey, what's up, man?

[man speaks indistinctly]
Good to see you.

MEL:
It's him. I'll flank him.

RONNY:
This is awesome.

NYPD, Ronny.
Don't move.

[grunts][horn honks]

DRIVER:
Hey, watch where you're going!

[grunting]

RONNY:
No. [grunts]

[groans]

I didn't do nothing!
Yeah, except help a serial killer

plan a murder.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell
are you talking about?

The $5,000 cash deposits
you made at your bank.

Look, I like to play the ponies.

What do you want from me?
I'm lucky.

Yeah, try again,
but know I'm pulling

prison security footage,
which will show you

playing messenger boy
for the Grave Digger.

All right!

But it's not what you think.

I had no idea that woman
was gonna wind up in a box.

DANTE:
Okay, then what did you know?

You want
to help yourself

or take up residence in one
of those prison cells you clean?

All right, okay. Okay, look.

Okay, a while back, I got a call
from a blocked number.

The voice on the other end said,

"You want to make a little
scratch on the side?"

And I'm like, "Hell yes."

He said,
"All you got to do

"is put a few notes under
the Grave Digger's mattress

when you're cleaning his cell."

How'd you get the money?
How'd you get the notes?

Did you meet with him?

No, there was a drop spot.
Uh, a bench in Croton Point.

DANTE:
That's a huge park

with very few
surveillance cameras. Great.

RONNY: Look, at first I
thought it was a prank, you know?

But then I got curious.

So I went to the bench, and
the money was actually there.

So... I was like,
"What's the harm

in passing a few notes?"

It's not like the Grave Digger's
gonna get out anytime soon.

But then I hear

about the copycat killing
this morning,

and I knew I was screwed.

Did you read
any of the notes?

Once.

But it was just a bunch
of random numbers.

Must be an alphanumeric code

Kynard worked out
with his acolyte.

We need to get him before
he gets his next victim.

I'm gonna call Rob.
Yeah.

You're right.

[grunting]
You are screwed.

ROBYN:
Copy that.

Bad news.

We got the custodian.

No more communication,
no more notes.

You're cut off. Forever.

Doesn't matter.

My acolyte will continue
his work without me.

Wait, what did you say?

"My acolyte will continue
his work?"

I thought you said
it was your work.

Of course it is.

The custodian only sent messages
into prison, not out.

You're not
giving orders.

You're taking them.

But why would
the Grave Digger ever...

take commands from someone else?

Doesn't make sense.

Unless...

[slams table]

I knew something
was off about you.

You're not the Grave Digger.
You're his acolyte.

So what happened
a year ago today?

Did the real Grave Digger
allow you to kill?

And you screwed it up!

All that matters

is that you got the wrong guy.

I'll gladly suffer in here

if he can continue his work
out there.

[shudders]

[exhales heavily]

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

MAN:
Hey.

[gasps]

Oh.

I am so sorry.

Look, I've got
a hydraulic car jack

over in my van.

Want help putting on a spare?

Oh, you're such a lifesaver.
[chuckles]

Yeah.

Okay. Looks like
your friend Quinshon

knows how to throw
a party, Tyrese.

Not exactly your kind
of crowd, Private School.

You think you can hang?

Okay, no, you do not know me
well enough to judge me, Tyrese.

Which seems to be
a trend these days.

CAM:
Hey, are you sure you want to miss

your peer counseling thing, Dee?

I mean,
we can still take you.

No, I'm sure, okay?

What I want right now
is to have fun.

Yo, who need a refill?

Yo, Ty, my mans.

Good to see you.

Good to see you, Quinshon.

Now, you know
my boy Cam.

QUINSHON:
Yeah. Yo.

TYRESE:
And this is his girl Dee.

Hi.

Any friend of Ty's.

You name it, we got it.

TYRESE:Oh, man, you know
my situation.

I got to be on point.

What about y'all two?

Uh, nah, we're...

Pour it up.

QUINSHON:
All right, come on in.

If Kynard's telling the truth,

the Grave Digger already
has his next victim.

I scrubbed Kynard's socials
and contacts and came up empty

for both an acolyte
and a mentor.

So how did these two

psychopaths get together?

Lots of people meet at work.

HARRY:
Yeah, that's a good point.

[typing]
Let's see. Uh,

when he was arrested,
Kynard was working

at a landscaping company.

But he doesn't appear
to have crossed paths

with, uh, anybody for any
significant period of time.

What about before
the landscaping company?

Well, before that,
his longest employment was...

working as an assistant gardener
for the Winston family.

Why does that name
sound familiar?

Because they're loaded.

And because
Charles Winston

tried to murder his mother
when he was 13.

DANTE:Yeah, the family
used their money

to bury it.

Winston was never charged.

Didn't even go to juvie.

HARRY:
Here's a picture of Madeline Winston,

the mother,
when he tried to attack her.

White, dark hair...

Just like
the Grave Digger's victims.

Harry, what is
Charles Winston doing now?

[typing]

Well, that's not
what I expected.

Uh, apparently
the �ber-rich son

of one of the city's
most influential families

is hauling bodies around
for the M.E.'s office.

DANTE:
Help us out over here?

I saw him.

He was at the crime scene
this morning.

It's him.

Charles Winston,
he's the Grave Digger.

He tried to kill
his mother but failed.

So he's been reenacting
the attempt over and over again

and succeeding.

And Kynard worked
for the Winstons for years.

Long enough
for the Grave Digger

to groom
his sociopathic tendencies.

Serial killers often
try to involve themselves

in the investigations.

Which is why
he works at the morgue.

HARRY:
Guys, check this out.

Winston is living
with his mother.

Really? After he tried
to kill her?

Families, am I right?

But that meanshe needs

some kind of a Batcave
where he can, you know,

take his victims and do his
branding and boxing ritual.

Something like...

...this warehouse
in Queens,

which is part of his
not unsubstantial

real estate portfolio.

Good work, Harry.
Checking traffic cams in the area.

Well, nothing screams
"serial killer"

like a panel van.
ROBYN: Damn.

We need to get
to that warehouse.

Now.

[water running]

NYPD! Raise your hands
and turn around slowly!

Hands! Now!

Do it!

Turn around now!
I will shoot.

ROBYN:I got him.
Check the room.

Well, well. I'm impressed.

Nothing.

MEL:
Got a shovel and a tarp.

I had hoped my apprentice

could keep your attention
a little while longer, but...

[sighs]

...it is a pleasure
to finally meet you.

Where is she?

Oh, you're too late.

Her soul
is already being redeemed.

[gasps]

[panicked breathing]

Help!

Please!

Somebody!

[screams]

MEL:
I don't get it.

Why isn't he worried?

Because there's nothing
connecting him

to the Grave Digger's
earlier victims.

And unless we find
the woman Winston buried,

we don't even have a crime
to accuse him of.

Well, maybe it's time for
a little physical persuasion.

Based on Winston's psychopathy,

he'll resist the pain
long enough to toy with us.

And for the victim's air
to run out.

HARRY:
Yeah, and about that...

given the amount of air
that he used

in the canisters
on his previous victims,

the current one's got about
an hour before she suffocates,

at-at best.

ROBYN:
Harry, dig into Winston's past.

There may be a traumatic event
in his childhood or early teens.

Knowing what drives him
might help us find her.

Yeah, yup, you got it.
[typing]

ROBYN:
You two go to Winston's house.

Maybe there's something there
that could tell us

where he buries his victims.

What about you?

ROBYN:Well, the Grave Digger
wants me here

to see if he's
smarter than me.

Let's see if he is.
Be careful.

Winston wants
to get inside your head.

Alone at last.

What shall we do?

I figure we could
add up our points.

I saved your acolyte's victim, check.

Put Kynard behind bars, check.

Caught
the real Grave Digger killer.

Check.

So far, I'm winning
at your game.

But I've pinned your queen.

Soon, she'll be free
of her suffering

and cleansed of her sins.

Still winning.

Unless you want
to try a new game.

MADELINE:
How can I help you?

I'm Detective Dante
with the NYPD.

We'd like to ask you

some questions about
your son Charles.

Very well.
You may ask.

Whether or not I answer
remains to be seen.

I suggest you do.

Seven women are dead.

And another one may be soon
because of your son.

I'm sure you've heard of
the Grave Digger, Ms. Winston.

Your son likes
to bury his victims alive.

He's already chosen
another woman.

We need to find her
before it's too late.

Don't be ridiculous.

My son isn't burying anyone.
He's a good man.

Good man tried to kill you
when he was 13 years old.

Please. The press made
a scandal out of nothing.

A scandal that you made go away.

You shipped him to military
school, then college.

Seems like you
didn't want him around.

Is that a question, Detective?

Just an observation.

Well, hopefully,
you also observed

the location of the door.

So you can see yourselves out.

MEL:
Actually, Ms. Winston,

we're not done yet.

Offering to play a new game.

That's very clever of you.

We both know I'm clever.

That's why you're tied up
in that chair and I'm not.

Do you know why chess
is considered so beautiful?

It's because of the game's
paradoxical nature.

The path to victory lies in
seemingly disadvantageous moves.

Like sacrificing a pawn
in order to save a queen.

ROBYN:
For the next five minutes,

you can ask me
whatever you want.

I mean, that's why you set
this whole thing up, right?

So you can find out
who I am and...

how I was able to outsmart you.

Does seem that you're more
than just lucky.

Which I admit was my assumption
when you caught poor Tyler.

So, tell me,

what makes you who you are?

In return,

I'll answer
any of your questions

about my latest angel.

Perhaps that'll
even help you find her.

Deal.

But I won't be asking you
anything about your victim.

I'll be asking about you.

MADELINE:
I already told you.

My son had nothing to do
with those women.

I have no idea

what you expect to find in here.

Clearly, I won't be donating

to the policemen's gala
going forward.

I'm sure we'll survive.
[door opens]

Your...

30-year-old son
sleeps here?

MADELINE:
Of course.

This is Charles's room.
It's always been his room.

CHARLES:
What to play

for my opening gambit?

How about...

...I know you're the vigilante

that I read about
in the newspaper?

[chuckles]
Oh, I'm right, aren't I?

So...

what brought about
this hero complex, I wonder?

If the papers are correct,

you exact justice
by killing people.

But is justice
your reason, or...

is it an excuse?

The two of us have

so very much in common.

We both decide who lives
or who dies.

Except I help people.

I don't make them suffer

in some crazy-ass attempt
to purify them.

And I'm not
killing my mother

over and over and over again

because I didn't get it right
the first time.

Oh.

No.

You have got that all wrong.

The maid was more
of a mother to me

than that woman ever was.

And I am certainly not trying
to kill her over and over again.

And I am not making
my chosen ones suffer,

I am allowing them to suffer

in order to cleanse them
of their sins

and free them
to reach the other side.

HARRY: Rob, still digging
through his childhood

to see if there's anything
that might've traumatized him.

So, what are you waiting for?

I believe it's your move.

I was young.

I was overseas
in a dangerous country.

There was a border
I was told not to cross.

I was nearly killed.

But I was rescued by a family.

At great...

risk to themselves.

That family was... killed.

'Cause they helped me.

And I have to live
with that guilt every day.

That's why I do what I do.

Lies.

You're lying.

That is a lie!

You broke the rules.

Game over.

Help! [sobs]

[weakly]:
Please.

Harry, tell me
you got something. HARRY: I wish I could.

I-I mean, Charles Winston
was a model child.

No known behavioral issues
at all

until the day he attacks
his mother.

And after that?

HARRY: After that, he goes to
military school, he goes to college.

No known incidents
or suspicious behavior.

Then, after his father dies,

he moves in with his mother,
gets a job at the M.E.'s,

and his boss said he never
put a foot out of place.

Damn.

Okay, so what now?

Now I'm gonna give him
what he wants.

[sighs] A piece of me.

[beeps]
[static crackles]

[comms chirp]

Rob? Rob?

What-What's going on?

[sighs] Okay.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

What happened to me...
and why I...

Why you have a hero's complex?

I believe our five minutes
are up.

Besides, why would I
believe you now?

Because you know
I want to save that woman.

The one you're killing.

Purifying.

But...

But continue.

I really was...

in a dangerous country.

My partner and I
were on a mission.

It went south.

And I had a choice to...

...save my partner...

or complete the mission.

I saved hundreds
of innocent lives that day.

But not his.

You left him?

You left someone

who trusted you

in order to help people
that you don't even know?

How could you?

Oh, you're afraid that it'll
happen again, aren't you?

That your need
to help people

will force you to sacrifice

the ones
that are closest to you.

I left him.

I left?

That's your trigger.

You were shipped off
to military school, left.

Is that why you tried
to kill your mother?

Wait.

No, you said the maid
was more of a mother to you.

[comms chirp]

Harry, I need to know
everything there is

about the Winston family maid.

She would have worked
for them around the time

Charles attacked his mother.

I got her. Uh, Andrea Aguilar.

She left her job,
returned to El Salvador

right before Winston
tried to kill his mother.

MADELINE:
Andrea the maid?

I fired her.

She was a bad influence.

Dragging Charles out
at all hours of the night,

claiming they were looking
at the stars.

As if I believed that.

You mind turning off the light?

ROBYN:
Your mother fired the maid.

That's why
you attacked her.

She took away someone

you loved and trusted.

Andrea didn't abandon you...

Yes, she did.

She left me there.

DANTE:
Robyn, it's stars.

The maid used to take Winston
out at night to see the stars.

ROBYN: Harry?
Okay. Yeah, yeah.

I'm cross-referencing
popular stargazing locations

with the burial sites
where Winston put his victims.

Um...

Okay, they're a match.

A-And Rob,
that five-pointed asterisk

that the Grave Digger uses

to brand his victims with?

That's sometimes a symbol
for astronomy.

The police never made
the connection.

The Grave Digger chose parks
where stargazing is popular.

Maybe even parks
where the maid took him.

Yeah, and based on the timeline
of the latest victim

and the distance
from the warehouse,

there's only one possibility.

I'm sending Mel and Dante
the address,

but you guys got to hurry.

DANTE:There!

The ground's
been disturbed.

[grunting]

[thuds against wood]

I got it.
Yeah?

All right. All right.

Oh, thank God. Okay.

She's alive.

Rob, she's alive.

Checkmate.

[doorbell ringing]

[Delilah laughs]
[Cam shushing]

DELILAH: I'm fine, I'm fine.
CAM: No, you're not fine.

[Delilah chuckles]

Hi, Auntie.

Well, looks like someone
had quite the evening.

I-I, I am so sorry.

This, this is
all my fault.

I-I wanted to go
to a party, and,

and I convinced Dee...

VI:
I sincerely doubt that,

since she seems to be
the only one

who's actually partied.

May I ask you
to help her inside?

Mm-mm. No.

I can walk by myself.

Thank you so much, Cam,
for being such a gentleman

and bringing Dee home safely,

but you can
run along now.

I have it from here.

CAM:
Okay.

Good night.

[Delilah giggles]

Here you go.

Mm. Um...
Mmm.

Careful.

I hope you're
not gonna vomit

'cause I am
not down for that.

I'm not gonna vomit.
I'm fine.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure
you're doing just fine,

but you are certainly

acting out
of character.

[sets glass down]

So...

Would you
care to tell me

what's going on with you?

Like, what-what-
Wh-What if this is

my new "character," okay?

I am tired of being
"Dull-lilah."

Oh, not that again, please.

I did everything right.

Good grades, good behavior,
extracurriculars,

and look at where it got me.

I stepped out
of the line one time.

If that's enough
to just wipe away

all the good things,
then what's the point?

Aw, honey.

I'm so sorry.

I know how hard
rejection can be.

But...

sometimes life just doesn't go
the way you want it to.

You know, that safety school
rejected you

because they thought
that getting arrested

meant you weren't
the kind of student

that they wanted
on their campus.

And they were wrong.

You made
such a brave choice.

But actions
have consequences.

And you're either going to be
the victim of your choices,

or you're going to own them.

And that is what adulting is.

It is having
the courage to stand

in your own beliefs.

Instead of wallowing
in self-pity.

I really am sorry.

I know.

[laughs] And you
are gonna be even sorrier

when you wake up in the morning.

What are you gonna tell Mom?

Oh, I'm not gonna tell
your mother anything.

[both chuckle]

You are.

And that, my darling,

is gonna take some courage.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Mm-hmm.
Please, no.

[indistinct radio chatter]

I did enjoy our game
while it lasted.

You know, the thing
about the memories

that we bury the deepest?

Once we dig them up,

it's hard to force them
back into the grave.

They have a tendency
to stick around and haunt you.

OFFICER: Let's go.
OFFICER 2: You heard him.

What was that all about?

Nothing.

Just a little story I made up
to get him to talk.

Must've been a good one.

Beat him at his own game.

He won't be hurting
any more women.

Good.

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