All language subtitles for Those Who Kill (US) S01E03 Rocking the Boat

Previously on Those Who Kill.

The district attorney's office has no
choice but to determine no abuse of

on the part of Detective Jensen.

Write your cell here when you get a text
from me. It's a one -time deal.

What you're implying your stepfather
did, that he abused and killed your

brother?

The victim's ID says Monica Marie
Albrecht. She was the coffee person in

meeting last night right here at the
community center. I'd like to bring on

Thomas Schaefer. I was wrong once
before.

I made a mistake and people died.

This is an enormous outburst of
violence. Probably male men use blunt

Signed to John Doe. Kid jumped off this
bridge.

Next day after Monica Albrecht's body
was found.

Blood type? O positive. I think the two
cases are connected.

I'm a detective, not an actor. Why do
you want me in an AA meeting pretending

be something I'm not?

If we go in as detectives working a
homicide, no one will talk.

Look, I'm going to give you the words to
draw out the killer.

All you have to do is say them.

Monica Albrecht married her high school
sweetheart. He alibied out.

The woman was squeaky clean for over
three years.

So either the murder was totally random
or... I don't think it was random.

The proximity of the blows, the
intensity of the rage, you save that for

you know.

The one loose thread we've got is
Monica's sobriety.

What, you think she fell off the wagon?

Could be, and her husband said she
stepped up in that meeting she was going

Either she was struggling or she was
going there to see someone.

Her killer.

You need to move quickly.

That beating went on way after Monica
was dead, which tells me that... They

off on it.

It was a rush, a release, but it's not a
one -off.

Look, you don't explode like that and
then go back to bagging groceries at the

Piggly Wiggly. He's gonna look for
another outlet.

He's gonna kill again.

Sooner than later.

First one's on him, next one's on us.

Okay.

What do we have to say?

I got away with something and I'm afraid
if I don't get caught...

And I can get away with anything.

I'm not here to be forgiven.

If I wanted that, I could get it any
Sunday at St.

Joseph's.

For free from a guy in a draft who
doesn't even know me.

Know thyself.

I mean, how else do you get to
acceptance?

And I thought I did, worse than all, and
then I did this.

I got away with something.

And I'm afraid if I don't get caught, I
can get away with anything.

Brother, please don't get me wrong. I'm
not looking to be forgiven.

I am way beyond that.

But I'm here, right?

I mean, I showed up.

I got to believe that that means
something.

It's, uh... Know thyself.

Know thyself.

And I thought I did.

Warts and all.

But then I did this thing.

What I'm trying to say here is I didn't
know what I was capable of.

What'd I do? I said now! All right. All
right.

I'm point on this and I say it's time we
dump Schaefer's theory already.

Let me get. You got one of your own?

You get my good side?

I didn't know there was a bad one.

We nabbed an up close and personal with
everyone in attendance.

We'll run them down, see if anyone pops.

Good work.

Could you maybe be more...

Specific? Well, the syllabus made it
sound awesome, you know, like, come

an hour a week listening to messed up
murder stories, which is cool and all.

What about your midterm exam, Mr.
Shindell?

You want us to actually go inside these
dudes' heads, and I can't sleep.

I've got to drop your class.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr.
Shindell.

So how do you do it?

I mean, I've got to get inside you too.

You can all find a seat.

and it's been almost a week chasing the
victimology shape it worked up.

Patience?

I'm a well of patience, okay? A river.

Hell, ask anybody who knows me. I'm an
ocean of patience.

But eventually every source of water is
going to... Look, I'm just saying that

it'll... You picked the wrong metaphor,
detective.

Monica came to her first service at St.
Jude's when she was only seven years

old. But she came with questions.

That was Monica.

Full of questions.

Full of life.

A life taken too soon.

You got a minute?

I'd like to propose we head in a new
direction on the Albrecht case.

What started me thinking was there was
no money in her wallet.

So what if we're looking at a mugging
gone wrong?

Could be the kid's out looking for a
quick payday, spots All Breath alone in

alley, but turns out she's not giving up
her purse so easy.

Things take an ugly turn, a struggle
ensues, ending in All Breath dead in the

dumpster. What about the writing?

You mean the I am on the pavement?

I'm thinking it was the kid.

Say he got a case of the guilt.

Could be he was writing, I am sorry, or
I am guilty, I am hungry, whatever.

So he got interrupted in the middle of
his opus or was scared he would be and

takes off. He can't live with what he
did, finds himself out at the bridge

looking at a life of shame and jumps.

Done and done.

I .D. came back on the John Doe.

We got a name, Trevor Stewartson. And
he's got a record, quite an extensive

Fits with your theory.

I was just going to take it to Jensen,
but since you were such a hurry to chat.

And cut Thomas Schaefer loose.

I'm going before the board on Thursday.
Every penny's going to count.

Hey, Eric.

Catching. Wow.

What are you, slumming?

I'm working at K's, Miss. I need to
clear my head.

It feels like 20 minutes ago your
stepdad was coaching me and David.

Now he's coaching my boys.

It's crazy, right?

Yeah.

You know, I was thinking about coming
down and giving Howard an extra set of

hands on Saturday practice.

Boys would love that, wouldn't they?

So would I.

You think I can get a copy of the team
roster?

You're so I can connect the faces to the
names.

I don't see why not.

Stick around?

Yeah.

Welcome back, you two.

Want to take a peek?

Still early on.

Sometimes it's hard to get.

Let's see.

Uh -huh.

There.

See it?

Hello, there, you.

Rainbow here.

Water.

Sounds like water.

You know, I've been doing this a long
time, and I still never know who's gonna

cry first.

The water.

Go and take her.

I'm a big girl.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hey, it's Smallback. Good news. Jerry.

I was wrong.

The killer. I don't think we're looking
for a man.

Right. We ID'd our jumper.

Name was Trevor Stewartson. No, you're
not listening to me. You have to look

a... You're making this hard.

Look, Trevor had a criminal record as
long as my arm. Okay, that's impressive

for a kid that age.

This was a botched robbery followed by a
suicide, meaning that we no longer

require your services.

Bite chunks out of me.

You're a shark and I'm swimming.

My heart's dealt some as I bleed.

I know you're a friend.

I'm sniffing triangles on my favorite
shade.

Three points, but two lines mean.

Tow -to -tow, back -to -back, let's go,
my love, it's very late.

Till morning comes.

Let's dance tonight.

You didn't tell me to bring a towel.

The water got me thinking.

Because of death, did Elizabeth's head
fall off?

Oh, if you mean Trevor Stewartson, then
yeah, hit rocks.

What rocks?

You think I didn't check the bathymetry?

The terrain of the river floor?

You can't see it from the surface, but
there are enough rocks right below the

bridge to do the trick.

So let's say that Trevor and Monica
Albrecht were killed by the same person,

possibly using the same weapon.

Did Mia check to see if the head
continued? Well, at first it's not

it's murder.

Which begs the question, why were their
bodies treated so differently?

Monica was literally pulverized and left
to rot in a dumpster while Trevor's

body was moved so that he could be laid
to rest gently.

She buried him here.

She?

The killer's a woman.

Two days ago you say we're looking for a
male suspect, now it's a woman?

What's it going to be tomorrow?

Look, I'm not an oracle.

Sometimes I'm wrong.

This is because Mulbeck cut you loose
because it's a hell of a long way to get

to... What?

They missed it.

Trevor was a John Doe when they can't be
seen.

They must have only done the sweep of
the bridge and up below.

We'll have to bag this and confirm it
belongs to... Oh, come on. You know that

it does.

It all comes back to the water.

It's got a soothing quality to it,
almost gentle.

Men and women are different animals, up
to and including how they would dispose

of a body. Men prefer dirt. Men like to
get their hands dirty.

But women?

They favor water.

Okay, let's say for sake of argument
that there's one killer, a woman, and

victims.

If she could get away with a clean kill,
why would she risk moving one of the

bodies? The different treatment of the
victims leads me to believe that there

was a personal connection between the
killer and Trevor.

Monica was a stranger.

But Trevor?

She couldn't stand to put him in a
dumpster.

Mulbeck's point on this, and as far as
him and my boss are concerned, this case

is closed.

So you're giving up?

I'm the only one who's given two shits
about Trevor Stewart since... Okay,

Catherine. What?

You what?

It could have been David.

Don't move.

You like?

I always used to paint my nails when I
was a little girl.

Always pinks and reds.

I used to be happy.

Then he took it all away from me.

But I stayed good.

I'm talking too much.

My mother always said, don't burden
others with your problems.

Such a pretty shade.

I've done something, Mrs. Steinmetz.

Something very, very bad.

It's opened a door.

And I don't think I can close it again.

I don't want to.

Everybody's got to pay.

my sunshine.

Sweet Mary.

It's Angela, Ma.

Mary's in Boston, remember?

Has been for going on three years now.

Please, don't rush away on my account.

Please stay.

No, we were done already.

I'll see you at breakfast, Mrs.
Steinmetz.

Hey. Don't ever touch me.

But you're implying your stepfather
did... I know what he did.

David's missing person... He's not
missing.

David's dead.

And Howard killed him. Catherine, you're
smarter than that.

Howard Burgess, he's not just your
stepfather. He's a judge.

And a highly regarded one at that.

Now, if you go after him, you'll get one
swing on what you've got. What you've

shown me, it's all...

Circumstantial. Shit. Not to mention
obtained through highly questionable

David's father.

I can understand he's family, but the
others?

You have Xerox copies of juvenile cases
Burgess worked.

Sealed. Court papers from Indiana to
West Virginia, all held together with

concert stickers and duct tape. It
doesn't matter how I got them if they're

truth. Just help me prove it.

What did he do to you, Catherine?

It's not about me.

Because right now the only evidence that
I can see against Judge Burgess is that

you profile like a victim.

Okay, but 500 units.

We're going to shove it down their
throats and make them think it's honey,

right? One second.

Finish it tomorrow.

How did you know? Where can we go?

I can touch.

I'm sorry, are you okay?

I can touch.

I can touch.

I can touch.

You hear we ID'd my John Doe? What does
it mean?

Could you give me a solid?

Move him up in line for an autopsy now
that he has a name.

Something about COD isn't sitting right.

But this time I'm coming to you instead
of reading your files while you're

asleep.

Think of it as growth.

Wait, it says here your jumper's body
was claimed yesterday.

I am made in God's image.

I am forgiven.

I am made in God's image.

I was born only half -body, low,
insolent.

Thank you, honey.

Hey, babe, I have to... Hey.

You're going out?

Yeah, just the OBGYN and another blood
test.

What?

Hey, every pregnancy is different.

Just because we had complications with
John.

They said it was just a lab screw -up,
no big deal.

Are we going down the rabbit hole again?

We're fine.

Do you want me to support you?

Or do you want me to tell you to walk
away?

You know what?

It's for you to have a great blood test.

Yes. Trevor Stewartson's body's gone.
And the name of the woman that signed

him? It's bogus. So is your cell number.

She claimed to be a friend of the
family. Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Did you hear what I said?

A woman claimed the body. A woman who
used a false name to cover her track?

I mean, it goes to your theory.

We need to poke a hole in Wolbeck's
idea.

Prove that Trevor was the victim and not
the perpetrator.

If only we could find out more about
where he came from or what made him

I've been tracking his juvenile records
this field.

A Gino family court judge.

Hey, there's Pussycat.

Oh, yeah.

Professor Thomas Schaefer. He's advising
me on the case.

Professor. Sir.

Where'd you study?

Washington Institute of Forensic Science
and Law at Duquesne University.

Oh, well, then you're not a Pitt native.

No, sir.

Rochester born and raised.

Rochester. That's a farm team for the
Minnesota Twins. You a Twinkie?

I'm Buckleson's birth.

Attaboy.

Attaboy. Well, let's get to what you
came here for.

Remind me, what was it?

Trevor Stewartson.

Stewartson, right, right.

It factors into a homicide I'm working.

In order to move forward, I need to have
a better understanding of his

psychological history.

Stewartson.

Here it is. I got it.

I got it, got it, got it, got it.

Stewartson.

This might make things complicated.

There are allegations of abuse here.

Physical or sexual?

Well, either way, as an officer of the
court, there are certain files in this

document I feel obligated to redact.

Trevor Stewart's been deceased.

Yes, but his alleged abusers are not.

You can file a motion to unseal.

That'll take the better part of a year.

Yeah, and you'd lose.

But, um...

I can tell you there were appropriate
measures taken and that the foster

license was revoked.

After a thorough assessment, I hope.

So often children misunderstand, mistake
care, love, even for

something inappropriate.

I mean, one badly worded question from a
child welfare worker can destroy the

lives of a well -meaning mother or
father.

Foster mother or father, of course.

You must see it every day.

I certainly do.

I'm sorry I can't release the files
outright.

My hands are tied.

But I could give you selected pages.

How's that for a compromise?

Here's a list of offenses committed
while still a juvenile.

I think that'll help. Perfect.

And that, as they say, is that.

So we seeing you for supper on Sunday?

I'm on pie duty.

Good.

You have a game that day?

Oh, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Howard coaches Bantam hockey.

Show him. I know you want to.

Guilty as charged.

Professor, let me show you something
here.

This is last year's seasoned champs.

The boys haven't let success go to their
heads. They're ready to work hard.

So, Professor, until our paths cross
again.

Yes, sir.

Kat, always good to see you.

You too, Howie.

That wasn't what I was expecting.

A great honorable judge, Burgess.

You.

Stroking a narcissist. That ever work?

He gave us nothing pertaining to
Trevor's behavioral profile.

Reading for the drive up to Waterfall.

What's in Waterfall?

Trevor's last foster family.

Ten kids. Three with...

burn marks including trevor one pregnant
but refusing to admit the name of the

father trevor knew firsthand what his
foster parents had done if he confronted

either one of them i gotta hit the loo

hey catherine

you okay

Fedex are considered people of interest
suspects.

I want you to observe and give your
social and psychological assessment.

But don't... Unless mortally wounded?

Mr.

Fedex?

You expecting someone? No, I wasn't
expecting anyone.

Couple on the porch.

Yes, Mrs. Fedek.

I'm Katherine Jensen. I'm with the
Pittsburgh... Child welfare!

You got my letters!

Oh, now you get yourselves in here!

Scrapple. It's a Pennsylvania Dutch
delicacy.

Hog -o -ful!

Mrs. Fedek, about those letters...

Oh, we just want to get our kids back.
It has been so quiet here without them.

Well, to ensure that you can meet the
basic standards of health, safety, and

well -being, we're going to have to ask
them some questions.

Of course.

Shoot. Our records show that you had ten
foster kids living on the farm when

your license was revoked.

Ten plus one of our own. Little Boyd.
And have you kept in touch with any of

them? Oh, I wish with my whole heart
that were the case. But you all kind

Whooped in on us.

Unexpected, like.

Didn't exactly give us much time to
exchange new addresses.

I do have dreams, though.

Sometimes at night, one of our children
will come to me.

Like angels.

What about Trevor Stewartson?

Does he ever haunt your dreams?

Trevor. Sharp as a tack. But that boy is
his own worst enemy.

Trevor would save himself a mess of pain
if he could just learn to let go of

things and move on.

Now who is going to stand there and tell
me that these kids aren't better off

here in a decent family who can...

Sweetheart, your... The bathroom is the
third door down the hall.

He must be Little Boyd.

You got dogs?

Not anymore.

Have you seen Trevor?

He likes horses.

Any for your thoughts, Professor?

I'll tell you what, I'll give you a
dollar for yours, Detective.

I don't think Mrs. Scrapple's capable.

Last she heard, Trevor was living on the
streets.

She claims she hasn't seen him in over
two years, and I'm inclined to believe

her.

Sometimes it's not about what you see,
but what you don't.

The FedEx may not have seen Trevor, but
he was here.

Receipts from Goodwill.

We bought the suit over a week ago.

How did you know to come out here?

My house was a hellhole. He needed an
escape, a safe place.

And I had one.

A 19 -year -old doesn't put on a tie
unless it counts.

You're right.

It was personal. He might have known the
killer.

Yes, it would explain the progression of
the beatings. Trevor was killed with

two forceful blows to the head.

More consistent with surprise than a
premeditated attack.

The second victim.

Repeated strikes, a flat -out
pulverizing of Monica Albrecht. The

building.

Why did you come back?

What is it?

It's the kid from AA.

Diego Rodriguez.

He was in the same meeting as Monica
Albrecht.

He's Trevor's foster brother.

I need a 10 -20 on a person of interest.

What are you... Do you see me? Do you
see me, dammit? Here I am!

Sorry to bother you at supper time, but
I thought you should know.

A young man's been coming around asking
about you.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Sure.

About a week ago.

Didn't you get my message in?

Don't get me wrong, he was perfectly
respectful, but he's asking these

things like, when do you get home and do
you live alone?

Of course I didn't answer.

You have a name?

I didn't ask. But he's tall and lean,
maybe 20 or so.

And he...

Sweetener? Oh, yes, please.

I figured it's important, seeing as he
came around more than once.

Oh, he left his cell number.

I have it right here.

You can light the match again And as

they try to run it will burn down