All language subtitles for The InBetween s01e01_English

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[upbeat pop music playing
over PA]

♪

[feedback whines over PA]

- [over PA] ♪ Peter Rabbit
and the Little Red Hen ♪

♪ Talking things over
in the high-wired pen ♪

♪ Along came McDonald
with his trusty gun ♪

♪ And he goes...

♪ "Everybody run"

♪ Peter Rabbit

♪ He'll be hopping along

♪ Peter Rabbit
and Little Boy Blue ♪

♪ Hidden in the brush
with Mr. Magoo ♪

♪ Along came McDonald
with this trusty gun ♪

♪ And he goes...

♪ "Everybody run"

[boy crying,
woman breathing deeply]

[eerie music]

♪

- I can't wake up my mom.

♪

[screaming]

[gasp]

[pop music continues over PA]

- [breathing shakily]

[dog barking in the distance]

- Wake up.

Wake up.

Are you awake?

- Yes. Why?
Why am I awake?

- You told me to.
Early, you said.

- When did I say that?

- Last night...
before you started drinking.

- [moans]

I didn't mean to snap at you.

- That's okay.

- Did you need me for anything?

- Uh-uh, I'm watching cartoons.

- So what else did I do
last night?

Did I drunk-dial
an old boyfriend or...

get into a Twitter war?

- You talked about
Shannon Bell, the missing girl.

[dramatic music]

[car brakes squeal,
emergency brake cranks]

[car door opens, closes]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Thanks for coming by.

- Uh, that's okay.
I was on my way to work.

[grunts]

What's up?

- Um...

I saw some strange stuff
last night,

and I think it might be
related to your case.

- Shannon Bell?

- Did you find her?

- Not yet.

It's been three days.

- Well, the woman I saw
was dead,

and someone had, uh...

He'd taken out her eyes.

But the little boy
was still alive,

her--her little boy.

- Shannon doesn't have
any kids.

- Oh, well, I guess
I don't know the details.

- She was on her way
into work Tuesday morning,

vanished into thin air.

- Right.

♪

- [sighs]

This...

is Shannon.

- That's not the woman
that I saw.

I'm sorry I just totally
wasted your time.

- No, that's okay.
Don't worry about it.

It's all good.

All right, listen, why don't
you come for dinner, eh?

It's been ages since
we've seen you.

- It's been, like, eight days.

- Hmm?

[chuckles]

- I will come by this week,
I promise.

- All right, listen,
I got to get to work.

[grunts softly]

♪

- I'm glad I was wrong
about Shannon.

I hope she's okay.

♪

[indistinct chatter,
telephones ringing]

- Good morning, Maria.
- Morning.

- Zayn.
- Morning.

- Crime lab report is in--

no foreign DNA or fingerprints
at Shannon Bell's place.

- Still no sign of her

on the Capitol Hill Station
cameras?

- Nothing, been over them
three times.

- Let's canvass
her route again.

Maybe there's a security camera
we missed.

- All right.

- What's going on over there?

- Swanstrom's talking
to the new guy...

Damien Asante.

- Asante, he comes
from someplace irritating.

- Los Angeles.

Yeah, he's a former profiler
with the FBI,

recruited out of Harvard.

- So he's a federal agent
and an Ivy Leaguer?

That's brilliant.

But I don't know--has he ever
done any police work?

- Last two years with LAPD--
Homicide.

Hey, you asked.

- [sighs]

- Tom? Tom.
- Yes.

- I'd like you to meet
Damien Asante.

- Welcome.
Tom Hackett.

- Good to meet you.

- Asante's eager
to get started.

- Well, I appreciate that.

Uh, we're quite full on

with the Shannon Bell case
at the moment.

If you want to take a day or
two to settle in...

- Actually, I read the file
on the plane.

I just have a few questions.
- Detectives Salinas and Meier

are in the conference room--
they'll get you caught up.

Could we...?

So you're saying that
no one knows

why he left LAPD
to come here?

- Right, other than it was
his decision.

The L.A. brass were sorry
to see him go.

- Maybe he just got fed up
with the sandy beaches,

the sunny weather.

He wanted to live in a town
where it rains 300 days a year.

- More like 150.

And people come to Seattle
for all sorts of reasons,

from all sorts of places.

Manny retired three months ago.
You're shorthanded.

- Which is precisely why
I don't have the time

or the patience to break in
someone new.

- That's a little
counterintuitive,

don't you think?

Come on, Asante read the file
on the plane--he's a go-getter.

And he specifically asked
to be partnered with you.

- [sighs]

- Hey.

What are you doing?

- Trying to move this thing
with my mind.

I saw it on TV.

- I guess that's better than
watching cartoons all day.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[tapping on mug]

- You're kind of messing
with my concentration.

Can I maybe get some privacy?

- You know, Abigail,
this is my house.

If you're feeling crowded,
you don't have to stay here.

You can go be with your mom.

- She's all about
the new baby...

Crystal.

♪

[gasps]

[indistinct chatter,
telephones ringing]

- What do we got?

Okay, so, when Shannon
was late to work

Tuesday morning, the friend
called in a well check.

- Right. Shannon was gone.

There was no sign
of a struggle.

Hood of her car was up,
and the battery was dead.

- She had called AAA

but hung up before connecting
with a dispatcher.

And on days
she didn't have a car,

she would walk to the train.
- She was grabbed on the way.

- But you've got
no eyewitnesses

who saw her Tuesday morning.

Now, that's got
to strike you as odd.

- Ah, we don't think
she got very far

before she ran
into a Good Samaritan.

- Or more likely someone
she knew and trusted.

- The ex-boyfriend--
Stephen Archer.

- History of violence,
bad breakup.

- The problem is, he's got
an alibi for Tuesday morning--

business meeting across town.

- Yeah, we're looking hard
at his friends and associates.

Maybe he had a partner.

[telephones ringing]
- Where? What do we got?

Got it.

Lieutenant.

- Where?
- Myrtle Edwards Park.

- Get the CSU out there
immediately.

- Yes, ma'am. Right away.
- They found her.

♪

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

- My shift starts
at 8:00 a.m.,

and we got the call
a few minutes after.

Female was unresponsive,
possible OD.

- What did you do
when you got here?

- I was getting a Narcan shot
ready when I saw her neck,

realized she wasn't an OD.

And the body had started
to rigor,

so I thought it best
to call you guys

and not disturb the scene.

- Much appreciated.
- Anytime, Detective.

- According
to the ranger's schedule,

she was dropped here sometime
between 5:00 and 8:00 a.m.

- Any video?

- Camera in the parking lot
was vandalized around 2:00 a.m.

- Oh.
- Our guy plans ahead.

[camera shutter clicking,
indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪

- We're ready for transport.

All right, let's get her
turned over.

♪

- Yep. Okay.

♪

- He took her eyes.

Let's bring Stephen Archer
back in.

- You said his alibi was solid.

- Yeah, that was Tuesday
morning, when she disappeared.

What about last night?

Will you send out
the forms to ViCAP?

- On it, but you know how slow
they are to process.

- Still got friends
back at Quantico.

Maybe I can reach out,

ask them to jump
the line for us,

at least get them to run that
weird business with the eyes.

- That would be great, thanks.
- Thanks.

Can you give me a minute?

[indistinct chatter,
seagulls crying]

- Nice.

[cell phone vibrating]

Hey, Tom.
- We found Shannon.

Turns out at least half
of what you saw was right.

Guy took her eyes out.

Now, you can say no,

but is there anything else
you want to tell me?

- It was all pretty weird.

- Can I swing by later?
- Yeah, sure.

- Tell him to bring his friend.

- And bring your friend.

- What friend?

- The new guy from L.A.

♪

♪

- Gonna tell me what
we're doing here?

- Uh, we're just paying a visit
to someone who can help us.

- An informant?

- Uh, not exactly,
but she's invited you along.

- Any chance
you could be more vague?

- Okay, listen,
whatever she says in there,

I'm counting
on your discretion.

- Of course.

- Thank you.

Cassie, Damien Asante.

Asante, Cassie Bedford.

- New guy?
- New guy.

- Honestly, I'm not sure
what help I can be.

The woman I saw wasn't Shannon,

and the rest was
pretty terrifying.

- Well, you never know what
might turn out to be important.

- Yeah.

Well, it was on a beach,
and there was a big freezer,

like one of those ones
in a supermarket.

- Do you know which beach?

- It didn't feel like
it was around here.

Anyway, the dead woman
and her son were inside,

her eyes had been taken out,

and the little boy kept
trying to wake her up.

- Can somebody please tell me

what the hell
we're talking about?

- Cassie has certain abilities
that can be very helpful.

- You're psychic?

Or is that not
the right word anymore?

Do you prefer "intuitive"?

- You can use whatever word
you want.

I'm just telling you
what I saw.

There was a song, too--

- ♪ Peter Rabbit
Peter Rabbit ♪

♪ Peter Rabbit,
he'll be hopping along ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

♪

- I know, you want me
to leave you alone.

[whooshing]

- Peter Rabbit.
- What about Peter Rabbit?

- That's the song.
It's important.

- Okay, a freezer on the beach,
a dead woman who's not Shannon,

but has had her eyes
carved out,

a little boy, and an important
song about Peter Rabbit.

Is that everything?

- I think that's
pretty much it, yeah.

- I got to say, man,
I'm a little surprised.

I took you
for an old-school copper.

You hear yourself
back there?

"Oh, what about Peter Rabbit?"

Seriously, though,
where'd you find her?

- I helped raise her.

It was a foster situation.

It's a long story, but it's
not really your business.

But listen, if you're troubled
by the way that I'm handling

the investigation,
simple solution--

just tell the Lieutenant
you changed your mind

about wanting to partner
with me, and that's fine.

- You heard about that, huh?

[sighs]
I wanted a fresh start.

Seattle had an opening,

so, uh...
[sighs]

I'm sticking around.

♪

- All right, let's go through
it again, shall we, Stephen?

- I already
told you guys, okay?

I hadn't seen Shannon
in weeks.

Okay, not since the night
we broke up.

- You mean the night
you knocked her down

and she had to call 911?

- No, no, no--okay,
I didn't knock her down, okay?

She fell.

Look, we were having
a fight, okay?

She came at me.

I put up my arm to defend
myself, and she ran into it.

- According
to the intake record,

she had a nasty gash
on her head.

- Oh, come on, they're making
it sound worse in the report,

because that paramedic wanted
her to call the cops on me.

Well, I wasn't about
to be arrested, so I left.

The next day she filed
the restraining order,

and--and that was it.

I didn't see her again.

Look, guys, I have an alibi

for the morning
that she went missing.

Okay, I let you search
my place.

What else do you want?

- We want to know where you
were last night

while Shannon was being
murdered.

- I was at home, alone.

- Did anyone see you?

- No.

- [breathes deeply]

[indistinct chatter]
- Yeah. Yep, okay.

Yeah, appreciate it.

That was my buddy
from Quantico.

- ViCAP got a hit already?

- No, don't get too excited.
There's not much.

A solved serial in Texas
mid-'90s, six women murdered--

same M.O., same signature.

Took out the eyes,
bandaged them up,

strangled them.

Perp's name was Ed Roven.

Our guy could be a copycat.

Seattle field office
sent over the file.

- Is Roven still in Texas?

- Yeah, but if we want to
question him,

we'll have to ask your
psychic friend for an assist.

Roven's dead--
executed October 2, 2005.

- "Psychic friend"?

Yeah, that's funny.

- Cause of death
was manual strangulation.

The body and the hair
have been thoroughly washed,

although I did find evidence
of casing.

- He used a condom?

- If she was raped,
he was polite about it.

- So we're out of luck
on DNA.

- Afraid so, but let's talk
the exenteration of the eyes.

- [sighs]
- It was surprisingly clean.

The killer used a scalpel
to sever the muscles

and the optic nerve--

no hesitation cuts,
no ragged edges.

That's not easy to do
when the victim is still alive,

which, given the amount
of pooled blood

in the posterior cavities,
she clearly was.

It's very professional.

- Why take out the eyes
only bandage it back up again?

- It's an undoing--

a psychological defense
mechanism.

In the moment, he feels remorse
for what he's done,

so he tries
to make it better.

- But then he goes
and strangles her anyway?

- It's just a moment.

Not gonna call and confess
or anything.

- Then why give it
a fancy name?

[sighs] Anything else?
- Just this.

It was in her pocket.
Parents say it wasn't hers.

Forensics thinks
it's at least 15 years old--

part of a play set for kids.

They sold it all over
the country.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Recognize that
little fellow there?

- Peter Rabbit.

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door closes]

- Greetings, all.
- Hey.

- What's for dinner?

- Grilled chicken
and brown rice for you,

lasagna for me and the kid.

- [groans]
Sounds lovely.

Are you joining us?

- I'm here for another
33 minutes.

- She's doing her laundry.

- They never really leave
the nest, do they?

- The hot water is out
at my place again,

and I need to get ready
for work.

So I'm gonna take a shower.

♪

♪

[gasps]

♪

[odd rumbling]

♪

[wind whistling,
dog barking in the distance]

[creaking]

♪

[gasps]

[panting, grunting]

Help.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

♪

Thanks.
- It's hot.

- I didn't see
the guy's face.

He was wearing one
of those suits,

like...like an exterminator...

or CDC.

- But you're sure
it was at night?

- Yeah.

- 'Cause that's not the
timeline we've been working.

- It was definitely night,
and she was at home.

She was not walking
in the station.

He must have been hiding
under her bed,

because he just came out
of nowhere.

♪

Mmm.

And now I have to get to work.

- Yeah.

♪

- You didn't tell me she was
helping you with the case.

- She called me this morning.

What, you're mad now?
- No, I just--

Look, the universe
or the spirits, whatever--

they seem to know
that you two are connected.

So maybe if you stopped using
what she gives you,

maybe they'll give up
and leave her alone.

- I'd give anything
to free her from this, Brian.

You know that.

But I can't ignore information
that could help solve a murder.

And neither can she.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

[rock music playing lightly
over speakers]

Detective Asante,
we meet again.

- I was in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop in
for a drink.

- Really?

- Well, that and, uh,
Peter Rabbit

made an appearance
in our case today.

- Yeah, Tom told me.

Hey, Will, could you grab me

some more lowballs
from the back?

- Sure thing.

[indistinct chatter]

- Not everybody here knows
about me, about what I do,

and I'd like to keep it
that way.

- You don't seem surprised...

that you were right.

- Yeah, I said
it'd be important.

Scotch neat?
- Rocks.

- So close.

[indistinct chatter continues]

- I promise
I won't tell Hackett,

but be straight with me.

You got a little bird at
the morgue feeding you intel?

- You know, this is
the second time today

you've walked into my space
and insulted me.

And it's not like you just
want to call me a fake

and then go on your merry way.

You want information.

- No, I don't.

- Listen to me.

You got a very open face.

It's empathetic.
It's kind even.

I'm not seeing any evidence
of that in our two encounters,

but this is just me
being gifted.

My point is,
you're pretty easy to read.

And I can tell you got
a cop-related question,

and it's rolling through
your brain.

And you're thinking,
maybe, just maybe,

I might have the answer.

You don't believe me,
but you think you can use me.

So go ahead.

Ask.

- Why can't we find Shannon

on any security cameras
Tuesday morning?

- [inhales sharply]

[gasps]

Help.

Because she was already gone.

Now, if you don't mind,
that's the end of my shift.

[indistinct chatter continues]

- Thanks for the drink.

- Who was that guy?

- Nobody.

Hey, I forgot to ask--

did you have your interview
for the place--the school?

- I'm officially enrolled
in culinary school.

- I said it would be a lock.

- And you're never wrong.
- Mm-mm.

Hey, come here.

We should celebrate.

[rock music]

♪

- [moans]

♪

- I know what you were doing.
You were doing sex.

I saw movies
at my grandpa's house.

People had no clothes on.
It was gross.

And Grandpa Sam said
I shouldn't ever do it.

- Yeah, your grandpa's
a real paragon of virtue.

- I don't know what that means.
- It doesn't matter.

You can't spy on me, Abigail.

If you do that again,
I'll kick you out of here.

[rattling and whooshing]

Hey!

- You're just like my mom.

You don't care about me.

[dramatic music]

I went home.

Baby Crystal was in the bath.

Crystal's daddy wanted
something,

so she got up to get him
whatever.

And she walked
right through me...

like she does every time,
like I'm not even there.

And Crystal was all alone
in the tub, and I just...

[whooshing]

- You just what?

- I pushed, and she plopped
right over.

The water was on her face.

She was splashing her little
arms and legs and coughing,

and I was like...

"Good."

- Oh.

- Then Mom came back.

When Mom puts Crystal
to bed,

she always makes sure
she's laying on her back.

Mom says it's safer
that way, but...

I'm not so sure.

I think a lot of things
can happen at night

when everybody is sleeping.

♪

Did you leave the TV on?
I want to watch cartoons.

♪

.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Let me guess--

Detective Hackett sent
you guys here?

- Yes, sir.
He's inside.

- I ran into CSU on the way in.

They said they could process
the samples

from under the bed tonight.

- Asante, what a surprise.

Well, CSU aren't gonna find
anything,

because the guy was wearing
a hazmat suit.

Cassie not mention that to you?

- [chuckles] Hey, I just went
there for a drink.

- Bollocks, mate.

[dramatic music]

Cassie isn't some informant
I pass around the squad, okay?

You crossed a line going to her
behind my back.

- Well, maybe next time

you'll share the information
she gives you.

Then I won't feel like
I have to go behind your back.

♪

- That's fair enough.

Cassie said Shannon was getting
out of the shower

when he grabbed her and that
she was wearing a bathrobe.

I checked all around the house.

There's no bathrobe.

- Shannon was found
in her own clothes.

- Mm-hmm.

Because he took something
to dress her in later.

- But why would he do that?

- Because he wanted us to think
that she left for work

on Tuesday morning.

But really, he took her
on Monday night.

- But what about
her dead car battery

and the call to AAA
the next morning?

- Listen, I'm about
to tell you that,

'cause, look, according
to this receipt,

Shannon bought a new battery
not five months ago.

But...

look at that--
that's not the same one.

He swapped out the new one
for this--for this dead one.

Then he's called AAA
himself.

We've been working
on a phony timeline.

- There's only one reason
to go to that kind of trouble.

- Because he's got an alibi
for the morning

we thought she went missing,
but not the night before.

- And he needs an alibi,

because he knew it was
a good chance

we can get to him.

He knew her.

- It's the ex-boyfriend,
Stephen Archer.

[door opens]

Thanks for coming back in,
Stephen.

[door closes]
- Yeah, whatever you need.

- Appreciate it.

So the morning Shannon
disappeared

you were
at a business meeting?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Now we would just like
to know

where you were
the night before--Monday night.

- I was at home.

- Alone?

- Uh, what does this have
to do with Shannon?

- We don't think Shannon
was taken

on the way to the station.

We think someone broke into
her house on Monday night

and abducted her.

- We think someone tried
to make it look

like she went to work Tuesday
to throw us off.

- We think that someone
was you.

- No, no, no, guys,
it's not what you think.

- We hope not, because this
is looking bad for you.

You understand?

And we can't help you
unless you tell us the truth.

♪

- I'm banging my boss's wife.

I was with her Monday night.

- Uh, what?

- It's been going on
for over a year, okay?

That's--that's why
Shannon and I broke up.

♪

- Oh. No, I don't want
to leave my name.

Mrs. Foreman doesn't know me.

I'll just call back.
Thanks.

[cell phone beeps]

- You said you were my friend,

Now you're gonna snitch
to my mom?

- I am your friend, Abigail.

- Quit butting
into my business.

- As much as I respect you
and your business,

I'm not gonna let you hurt
an innocent baby.

It's not Crystal you're mad at.

She didn't take your life.

- I, um...

can't remember.

- It's because you were asleep
when it happened.

And it's scary to think about.

But mostly because
the person who hurt you

was someone you loved.

- When Grandpa Sam would come
and babysit,

we'd watch TV, and he'd make
hot chocolate from scratch.

But I would always get
so sleepy.

I couldn't even move.

- Well, one night
he gave you too much.

♪

You feel asleep, and you didn't
wake up again.

- That was wrong of him
to do that.

- Yes, it was.

♪

- If I told him so,
could he hear?

- Probably not.

- Can you do it for me?

♪

[indistinct chatter,
telephones ringing]

- That's my ex-partner, Manny--
retired a few months ago.

Oh, Stephen Archer's married
side-piece has confirmed

she was at his place
the night Shannon was murdered

and the night she disappeared.

She told her husband she was
at a sleep study at university.

- I bet he wondered
why she came home

every morning exhausted.
- [chuckles]

- Here you go--
unencrypted and ready to view.

- Thanks.

Ed Roven file--Quantico sent
it over this afternoon.

- Mm. Yeah, the ViCAP hit.

'90s serial killer.

I don't know--you really
think there's a connection?

- I doubt it, but I'll check
it out anyway.

- Yeah, all right.

Well, let me know if something
comes up.

By the way, this is
my personal stash

of Yorkshire Gold.

Feel free to help yourself,
please.

But if you do take
the last tea bag,

can you not put
the box back empty?

- I drink coffee, man.
This is America.

[telephones ringing,
indistinct chatter]

[Asante sniffs]

- State your name.
- Edward Roven.

- Do you know why
we brought you here?

- Someone's dead,
and you think I did it.

- [sighs]

- That's Meghan Waterman.
- She's definitely dead.

But it wasn't me.

- That's Meghan Waterman
before she was dead,

with her little boy, Mark.

Somebody kidnapped him,
took him down to Galveston...

to the Bay View Hotel,

which is closed
for the season.

- I don't know anything
about it.

- Somebody tortured
Meghan to death,

and then locked her and Mark

in the kitchen
walk-in freezer.

I guess he figured that Mark
would die of exposure.

But here's the thing...

that boy found
the safety latch,

got himself out.

- I think I might need me
a lawyer.

♪

- ♪ Peter Rabbit
and the Little Red Hen ♪

♪ Talking things over
in the high-wired pen ♪

♪ Along came McDonald
with his trusty gun ♪

♪ And he goes,
"Everybody run" ♪

♪ Peter Rabbit, Peter Rabbit

♪ He'll be hopping along

.

[knock at door]

- I know it's
the crack of dawn.

Uh, bear claw?

- What?

- I bought you a bear claw.
It's kind of a bribe.

- Oh, yeah.
I can work with that.

- The other day you said, uh,
you saw a woman

with a little boy?

- Yeah, you mocked me.

- That's why I brought you
the bear claw.

It's--it's kind of
an apology.

- I thought you said
it was a bribe.

- The bear claw is
a Venn diagram

where bribery
and apology meet.

- Okay.

- Does the name Meghan Waterman
mean anything to you?

- Mm-mm.

- How about Mark Waterman?

- Nope, sorry.

- [sighs]

Uh, the little boy you saw,
is he--is he here?

- Hmm.
That's him.

[dramatic music]

- Are you just guessing?

- Yes.

Why?
Did I get it right?

♪

- What's the story,
morning glory?

- Apparently the story's
Ed Roven.

- So our guy
is a Roven copycat?

- Yes, but it's more personal
than that.

Roven screwed up when he left
his last victim's son alive.

Mark Waterman told the cops

everything Roven did
to his mom.

He said he gave him
a little play set

with Peter Rabbit figurines
to keep him occupied.

- Crazy, right?
The killer was also a victim.

- It's rare, but it happens.

It's called
Trauma Control Theory.

Mark was only a kid
when his mother was murdered.

He couldn't save her,
and he blames himself,

so he starts to create
violent fantasies

in which he's like Roven--
he's in control.

Eventually he needs
the fantasies to be real.

- The M.E. said the killer

might have
some medical knowledge.

- Well, Waterman did a two-year
stint in the Air Force,

trained as a medic,
worked as an EMT in Houston.

- Okay,
the night Stephen Archer

knocked Shannon down
and she called 9-1-1,

Archer said that one
of the paramedics

was trying to get her
to call the cops on him.

- The team dispatched to
Shannon's house that night

was Aaron Sweeney
and James Stark.

- My shift starts at 8:00 a.m.,

and we got the call
a few minutes after.

- Stark got the call
when she was found.

I interviewed him at the scene.

Most recent photo
of Mark Waterman, please.

- It's, uh,
Houston DMV, 2010.

[eerie music]

- Here's James Stark.

♪

- Mark Waterman
must have changed his name

to James Stark.

He's dumped the body
at the park

knowing the ranger
will find her at 8:00,

right before his shift.

- He needed to be there,
see everything.

- Got an address.

[tense music]

♪

- Seattle Police!
We have a warrant!

♪

- Clear!

- Clear!

- All clear!

- We missed him.
He's gone to ground.

- [over PA] Commander,
report to Sally Fort 1.

Watch Commander
to Sally Fort 1.

[door buzzes]

[indistinct chatter]

- Guard said a pretty girl
was waiting.

I just figured
he was messing with me.

Do I know you?
- We've never met, no.

I'm here about Abigail.

- You from
the Innocence Project?

[sighs]
I just need an advocate.

I-I-I swear on my life
I never hurt that child.

- Sure you did.

I know what you did to her
while she was sleeping.

And then when you realized
she was dead,

you rocked and cried,
and you promised to be better

if the Lord would only
bring her back.

But He didn't.

So you covered her
with a blanket,

and you left her there
until morning.

You let your own daughter

find her baby girl
cold and dead.

Yeah, I'm not
from the Innocence Project.

I'm just here
to deliver a message.

In the next few days,
you're going to start to feel

the world shifting
beneath your feet.

It'll be hard to keep
your balance.

When you lie down at night,

you'll feel the weight
pressing down on your chest

slowly squeezing the breath
out of you.

Abigail wants you to know
that's her.

[dramatic music]

[phone receiver clatters]

- Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Who are you?

[indistinct chatter over PA]

- [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[soft music]

♪

- [coughs]

♪

[music turns ominous]

♪

- [grunts]

♪

[soft music]

♪

.

[car beeping]

- We looked at three places
so far with no luck.

You sure Waterman's holed up
at a beach motel?

- Ah, he's been copying
Ed Roven pretty closely so far.

- You see that?

- It's a freezer.

- Yeah, on the beach.

♪

- We need backup at Seaside.

- [over walkie-talkie]
Copy that, Detective.

All available units
to the Seaside Inn

for a code 3.

♪

- All clear.

♪

[gunshot]

[crowbar clatters]
- [breathing heavily]

[grunts]

Get out.

[groaning]

- James Stark...

you're under arrest
for the murder of Shannon Bell.

[sirens approaching]

♪

[groans]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- [grunts]
- Are you okay?

- [groans]
Yep. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- ♪ She was there
with diamonds in her hair... ♪

- Hey, on the phone, you said
you were fine--that's not fine.

- This, my dear, is--it's
nothing but a paper cut.

[chuckles] Just trying
for sympathy and a whiskey.

- The Hartrey?
- Mm, yeah.

Quarter cask, 25 years old,
smooth as silk.

Can he have some?
- Oh, yeah.

- Whiskey for everyone.
- Pour yourself one, too.

- You're celebrating.
You must have caught the guy?

- Yep, we did.

He confessed.

♪

Cheers.
- Yeah.

- ♪ Now we got to walk like
they talk in a rat race ♪

♪

♪ You keep your eyes
on the prize ♪

- [over PA]
Dr. Gano to 280.

Dr. Gano to 280.

♪ Eating where
the shadows fall ♪

- Excuse me. I'm looking
for Sally Bishop's room.

- Are you family?

- [over PA]
Satellite pharmacy...

- Seattle PD.

- She's right here, room 529.

- Thanks.

[monitor beeping]

[dramatic music]

♪

[sniffles]

Sally baby.

I'm here now.

All right?
I'm with you.

♪

[insects chirping]

- ♪ Peter Rabbit
and the Little Red Hen ♪

♪ Talking things over
in the high-wired pen ♪

♪ Along came McDonald
with his trusty gun ♪

♪ And he goes,
"Everybody run" ♪

♪ Peter Rabbit

♪ He'll be hopping along

[ominous music]

♪

Hey.

♪

We need to talk.

♪