All language subtitles for The InBetween s01e04 Kiss Them for Me_English

- Previously on
"The InBetween"...

I see ghosts. I hear them.

Sometimes they send me
a message,

and sometimes
they just show up.

- When your mom was going
through this,

she had ways of trying
to block it out

that were not healthy.
- I'm not her.

Who's Sally?
- My fiancée.

At least she was gonna be.
She fell into a coma.

I'm waiting for her
to come back to me.

- I saw something,

and I think it might be
related to your case.

- Cassie has certain abilities
that can be very helpful.

What she sees is incredibly
rough on her.

- [gasps]

[rock music playing]

[dramatic music]

[gasps]
[glass shatters]

- [growling]

- [gasping]

Let me out of here!

[laughter]

Let me out of here!

No, no, no, no, no!

No! Help! No!
[grunts]

Please, somebody help me!

[screaming]
Help! Help!

[gasps]

[panting]

[ominous music]

- It's in the squad car,
right?

- I believe so.
- All right.

- All right, bye. Okay,
Dr. Ronson, thanks for calling.

I'll be there to see her soon.

- Everything okay?
- That was Sally's doctor.

- Is there a change
in her condition?

- She's in what they call
a minimally conscious state.

The hospital has been
running tests,

measuring her brain waves.

They say there's fluctuation
in her activity.

- Is that a good sign?

- They tell me to be
cautiously optimistic.

- I'll keep a good thought.

- Appreciate it.

- Well, Cassie just called.

She said she saw
something at work:

a tall, faceless man in a
black cloak burying her alive.

- Man, you said these things
were rough on her.

- We've got a home invasion
on Spring Street.

The owner, Evan Miller,
and his son, Michael,

were shot to death.

[camera shutter clicks]

The wife, Barbara Miller,
came home from a business trip

this morning
and found the bodies.

- Unis upstairs have searched
the whole place.

Doesn't look like anything
of value was taken.

This wasn't a robbery.

- Well, it's not
a murder-suicide.

There's no weapon near
the body. There's no note.

Amy, do you have
a time of death?

- I'd say between 7:00
and 11:00 p.m.

Going by the size
of the holes in them,

my best guess for the weapon
was a 12-gauge shotgun.

- So they were just
sitting here

when someone came in shooting.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Give me a count
when you got it!

- I can't believe
this is happening.

- If you could think back

to just before you
entered the house.

- Uh, I let myself in
the front door.

I thought Evan would be
in the kitchen

making breakfast for Michael,

so I headed back,
and that's when I saw--

I saw that...

- Your husband was
a defense attorney.

Any problems at work?

- [sighs] Over the years,
people have made threats.

Nothing ever came of them.

But he--he just
wrapped a case

defending a man
accused of manslaughter.

Evan convinced
the jury to acquit

and--and the victim's brother
was--was furious.

Dean--Dean Smith
was his name.

He called the house
a few times.

Evan's car was vandalized.

- Did your husband file
a report with the police?

- No, no, he said people
working out their grief on him,

that was part of the job.

[sobbing] But even if
this man hated my husband

enough to kill him,
why'd he kill Michael?

- We're sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Miller.

Yes, Dean Smith.

He did six years for
armed robbery back in '09.

- He's been clean since?

- Yeah, but here he is
three weeks ago

at the sentencing hearing
for his brother's killer.

- Then they rightly
acquitted him.

- You son of a bitch!

I hope you lose your family,
man!

I hope it happens to you!

- Bring him in.

- What the hell is this
all about?

- This is about
Evan Miller.

- [scoffs, groans]

Whatever he said,
he's a liar.

- He's not saying anything
right now, Dean,

because he's been murdered.

- You know anything about that?

- Not sorry that he's gone,
but I didn't kill him.

And if I were you, I'd be
looking at his son for this.

- You mean Michael.
- Yeah.

That kid's a psycho.
- In what way?

- Last week, I keyed
Evan Miller's car,

maybe slashed the tires.

Kid caught me doing it.

He did this.

- You're saying
Michael hit you.

- Yeah, he wailed on me.
Cracked three ribs.

- We're going to need to know

your whereabouts
for last night.

- I was at my mom's.

[door clicks]

- Interesting Barbara Miller
didn't mention

her son's encounter
with Dean Smith.

- Maybe she didn't know
about it.

- Perhaps she doesn't
want us to know

about Michael's
violent streak.

- Hey! Someone help me!

Please, you have
to do something!

Why won't anybody help me?

Oh!

[panting]

Do you--do you see me?

This is really nice of you.

I mean, we don't even
know each other.

- I haven't done anything yet.

Do you know
what happened to you?

- Something terrible.

I think, uh...

I think I may have
been murdered.

But my husband, Rick,
and my daughter, Kaitlyn,

they don't even know yet, and
somebody needs to tell them.

- I can't believe Michael
and his father are dead.

- How long have you been
a guidance counselor

at Thompson, Dr. Kelly?

- A little over three years.

- In that time, how often
was Michael Miller

sent to your office
for behavioral issues?

- Honestly, uh,
at least twice a month.

- Sounds like he was a problem.

- Uh, Michael had issues
with impulse control.

He was prone to outbursts.

He would be disrespectful
to his teachers,

harass other students,
disrupt classes.

I had suggested to his parents
he needed professional help.

- They didn't follow through?

- Well, the thing
about Michael is,

even though he was
a bit of a bully,

he was, uh--
he was a popular kid:

athletic, handsome, confident.

Girls liked him,
his grades were good,

but the situation changed
in recent weeks.

Michael came to me
several times on his own,

and he said he was scared.

He was convinced
he was being followed.

- Did he say by who?

- Uh, that's the weird part.

Michael said
it wasn't a person.

It was something
supernatural, evil,

a--a tall man dressed in black.

The man had no face.

Michael called him
Mr. Nightfall.

[ominous music]

- The figure that
Michael Miller described

sounds like whatever
Cassie saw, right?

- Except that whoever murdered
Michael and Evan Miller

is probably a person,
not a mythical creature.

Don't tell me you believe
Mr. Nightfall is real.

[cell phone buzzes]
- A month ago,

I didn't believe people
could talk to the dead either.

Bad news?

- Another family's been killed.

[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Another one from this angle.

[suspenseful music]

- How many?
- Three so far.

Sam and Lisa Collins were
killed in their bedroom.

Their son Pete was here
watching TV when he was shot.

We're still trying to find
the youngest child, Kip,

eight years old.

- Same weapon,
12-gauge shotgun.

- Which unis found in the yard.

- Did the ME
give a time of death?

- Same time frame
as the Millers.

- So he killed the Millers
first, then he came here.

Dumped the shotgun
on his way out.

- Or maybe dropped it.
I mean, he tossed this place.

Jewelry, laptops,
antique silver, all gone.

- Hey, we searched the house.
Kip Collins isn't here.

- Well, we have
to find that kid.

Maybe he's at a friend's place.

- I'll put out an Amber Alert

and start making calls off
the mom's contacts.

- Where's the parents' bedroom?

- Upstairs to the left.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Shh, shh.

- [whimpers]

- Hello there, Kip.

Listen, I know something
terrible has happened,

but I'm a police officer.

I'm here to help you.

Listen, do you think you can
come out of there

so I can take you
someplace safe?

[somber music]

Here you go.

Here you go.

Okay, we're gonna walk
out of here now, all right?

And I want you to keep
your eyes closed.

Don't you peek
until I say it's okay.

[dramatic music]

.

- Hey, kid, what's up?

- I just have a quick favor.

- What do you need?

- Could you look up
a name for me?

- Sure.
- It's Edina De Forest.

- All right, deceased?

Never mind,
I know the answer to that.

- She says
she's been murdered.

- Well, so far, she's only
listed as a missing person.

- That's her.

- She left her home
three days ago

to grocery shop
and never returned.

Missing Persons is on it.

- But when Missing Persons
finds her body,

it might end up being
your case anyway, right?

- Well, there are a lot
of precincts in the city.

- I just hate the idea that
her family is sitting there

worried, waiting for her
to come home.

She told me all about her
daughter and her husband,

how close they are.

- We'll see what we can do.

- Thank you.
I appreciate it.

- I just got off the phone
with the hospital.

Kip Collins is in shock
and he is not talking

but otherwise,
he seems unharmed.

So they say they're
gonna contact me

the minute he's ready
to be interviewed.

In the meantime, how close are
we to finding this guy?

- There's no recent
home invasions

in the Pacific Northwest
that match this MO.

- Two families
in one night.

If he's on a spree, he's gonna
hit another house soon.

- Well, hopefully Kip heard
or saw something

that'll help us
identify this killer.

Although, the part of me
that's not a cop

really hopes he didn't.

- We got a hit.

Unis picked up someone trying
to sell one of Lisa Collins'

stolen rings to drivers on
the Magnolia Bridge overpass.

- They're holding
the suspect at the scene.

- Call ahead.
Tell them we're on our way.

[overlapping chatter]

- I didn't rob nobody.
I found it.

- Where?

- The ring was just lying there
on the ground.

- Have you seen anyone around
here you don't recognize?

- Nope.

- It's clear.

[overlapping chatter]

- Anything else?

- Senior class dog tags.

- Michael Miller and
Pete Collins went to Thompson.

- I'll send it down
to Forensics.

Maybe they can ID it.

[cell phone buzzes]

- The boy's cleared
to be interviewed.

- Well, why don't you go
talk to him?

I'll get a team to search
these dumpsters,

and maybe I can give Cassie an
assist on that missing person.

- Sounds good.

- [sighs]

Did Edie mention they were
selling their house?

- No.

- All right,
I'll talk to the husband.

You wait here, okay?
- Okay.

- Mr. De Forest,
Detective Asante.

- Yes, uh, is there news
about Edie?

- No, sir. No news.

I just wanted to ask you
a few questions.

- Yeah, of course.

Uh, come in.

- You with the cops?

- Uh, sorta.

Are you Kaitlyn?

I'm Cassie.
I'm a new friend of your mom's.

I'm looking for her.

- Well, you're wasting
your time.

She'll come back when
the cash runs out.

- I don't understand.

- Wow, you're her friend, and
you don't even know her deal.

- Well, I guess not.

The more you tell me,
the more I can try to help.

- [sighs]

Three years ago, my mom
was an interior designer.

She liked to cook
and listen to '90s rock.

She was a regular person.

Then one day, she slipped
on that stupid step

and broke her ankle.

The doctors prescribed
her pain medication.

- She became addicted?

- Four rehabs,
nothing worked.

Five, I guess,
if you count the last one,

and now we're going
to lose our house.

- My mom, her drug of choice
was alcohol.

- Is she okay now?

- She never kicked it.

- This last time, my mom
was clean for six months.

It's the longest she's ever...

and then on Sunday,
she went to the grocery store.

Then hours passed,
a day.

Me and my dad, we knew
that it started again.

Anyway...

- No, I asked him,
but he didn't give it to me.

- Really? I wonder why.

- I think he wants to keep it
till he finds...

- The husband
was pretty broken up,

but he thinks she's alive
and just using again.

- So does Kaitlyn.

- Edie is sure
she was murdered.

- That's what she told me.

- But did she say how
or by who?

- She doesn't remember.
That happens sometimes.

- Well, here's the thing:

Edie had
a life insurance policy,

enough cash to get out of
the financial hole they're in.

If she's not coming home
to her family--

- Then maybe she can save them
from losing their house.

- The policy won't pay out

unless there's proof
she's dead,

a body.

- [sighs]
Okay.

Thanks for your help.

[engine revs]

- Hey, all right,
yeah, I just finished up.

- I will.

- Listen, I'm gonna stop
by the store on the way.

[elegant music]

[laughter]

[laughter stops]

- Freak.
- Pizza face.

- What a loser.
- Mama's boy.

- What a nerd.

- Little mouse.
- You gonna cry?

- [gasps]

[overlapping chatter]

[suspenseful music]

- Dr. Bingham, 2356.
Dr. Bingham, 2356.

- Can you tell me what
you remember about last night?

You know, that was
a pretty smart idea you had

hiding the way you did.

I bet you play there
a lot, right?

Jump out,
surprise your brother.

- Mom would get mad.

She said there were spiders,
but I never saw any.

- When did you run and hide
last night?

- I was asleep,
and I heard a bang.

I got up and peeked
in the hall,

and he was coming up
the stairs.

- Dr. Hoffman, please report
to Radiology.

Dr. Hoffman,
report to Radiology.

- Kip, did you see his face?

- No, but I know who it was.

Pete and his friends
were talking about him.

At first they thought
it was funny,

but then they got scared.

- Why was that?

- He was mad at them
for something they did.

He was coming for them.

- Who was coming for them, Kip?

- Mr. Nightfall.

.

- Detectives,
Ralph Switzer.

I'm the principal here
at Thompson High.

How can I help you?

- We're here about Michael
Miller and Pete Collins.

- [sighs]
It's a terrible thing.

- What can you tell us
about them?

- They were your average
17-year-olds,

popular, good students.

- Have you heard any kids

talking about someone named
Mr. Nightfall?

- No, sounds like a video game.

- Apparently, it was
all in good fun at first,

ghost stories around
the campfire.

Recently, it took
a more sinister turn.

- Yeah, we heard rumors
that kids were saying that

Mr. Nightfall was coming to get
them for something they did.

Any idea what that might be?

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- Michael Miller was a--a--a
bit of a bully, wasn't he?

Were there
any incidents lately,

any fights at school?

- Maybe one kid in particular
he would've targeted?

- [inhales sharply]

Now, I can't say for sure
this is related,

but Bradley Tennant.

He was another student here,
took his own life last month.

Just a terrible tragedy.

- Did Michael
and his friends pick on him?

- Well, I can't say Bradley
ran with the cool crowd,

but whatever you may
have heard,

we have a zero-tolerance policy
for bullying.

- When was the last time
you saw Bradley

with someone from
the cool crowd?

- That would be at
the last school social.

The theme was a masked ball.

I saw Bradley
with Tiffany Evers.

[somber music]

- We can show ourselves out.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- The last time Cassie saw
Mr. Nightfall was at a dance,

a masquerade ball.

- We need to talk to
Bradley Tennant's parents.

- Any news?

- None of it good.

- What do you mean?

Is it my family?

Are they handling it badly?

Kaitlyn is so sensitive.

She must be so scared.

- Kaitlyn is angry, Edie.

They think you're on a bender

and you'll be home
in a few days.

You didn't tell me
that you're an addict.

- Because I've been clean
for six months,

six of the hardest months
of my life, but I did it.

I would never risk going back.

Look, something happened to me,
something terrible.

But I was not using,
and Kaitlyn needs to know that.

She needs to know that I didn't
choose drugs over her!

Please!

- Then you have to remember.

You have to remember
what happened.

We need to find your body.

That's the only way they can
even begin to heal.

- I have been trying
to remember.

I know that I was
picking up groceries,

but not from our usual store.

I went to this Asian market
a few miles away.

I wanted to make
something nice for Rick.

He's been so supportive.

But the garage there
is scary and dark,

and I never liked it.

But I think that's where
I was when it happened.

- I'm not sure how information
about Bradley

will help solve
these murders,

but what do you need to know?

- Well, Mr. Tennant,

did Bradley ever talk about
Michael Miller or Pete Collins?

- No.

- Bradley didn't have
many friends.

He was so smart.

He skipped fifth and
ninth grade altogether.

Some of the kid used to...

tease him because
he was smaller and younger

and had different interests.

- Principal Switzer said

Bradley went
to the school dance

with a girl named
Tiffany.

- He had helped her get an A
in their group project

in their history class,

and he was excited
when she asked him.

But I guess
it didn't go well.

- Something happened there,

something he wouldn't
talk about even with us.

- And after that night,
he changed.

He had nightmares.

He didn't want
to leave the house.

- Did Bradley ever mention
the name Mr. Nightfall?

The girl, Tiffany, do you have
a photo, by any chance?

- Yeah, we--we made them pose
for one picture

before they left.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much
for coming in.

What do you think of that?

- In high school,
I wouldn't have gotten a date

with that girl, and I was
captain of the basketball team.

- This is my car.

- Why did you park up here?
It's so far from the store.

- Oh, this place is
a madhouse on Sundays.

The spots fill up fast.

But I remember now.

A black SUV pulled up
right next to me,

which I thought was odd.

There were spaces closer
to the elevator.

And when I turned
to put the bags in,

I heard the SUV's
back door open.

That's all I can remember.

Who are you calling?

- The cops.

This is evidence of a crime.

- I'll send a team over
to bring it in.

Thanks.

Cassie found
Edie De Forest's car.

- I hope that girl is not going
all Miss Marple on us.

- Nancy Drew.
- What?

- You mean Nancy Drew.

- So we understand
Tiffany Evers

invited Bradley Tennant
to the school dance.

Was that typical of her

to reach out to the less
popular kids in her class?

- That would be a no.

She and Bradley
were as far apart

on the social spectrum
as you can get.

- Any idea why she would
ask him to the dance then?

- It wasn't for any altruistic
reason, I can tell you that.

Listen, I'm a parent. I know
how kids are these days.

Tiffany, she's a...

she's a mean girl.

Her senior year will probably
be the high point of her life.

[door clicks]

- Tiffany, this is Detective
Hackett and Detective Asante.

They have some questions
for you.

Her parents said it's okay
to talk to her.

- Thank you. Please?

- We'll be right outside
if you need us.

- Thank you, sir.

- Is this about Michael
and Pete?

- No, this is about
Bradley Tennant.

- Bradley, what about him?

- We know you asked him
to the dance,

and we know it wasn't because
you were his friend.

- He was in my history class.

I felt sorry for him,
and I thought--

- No, no, no, no, no. We're not
gonna waste time like that.

Bradley is dead. Two families
have been murdered.

We want the truth.

- Hey, it's okay.

You can tell us.

What did you and your friends
do to Bradley?

- It wasn't me.
- Then who was it? Names.

- Michael Miller
and Pete Collins.

Michael and I dated last year.

He had some pictures of me.

He said that he would blast
them out to the whole school

if I didn't get Bradley
to the dance.

- What happened
when you got there?

- Michael and Pete, they--they
took Bradley out to the woods,

and they were gonna summon
Mr. Nightfall.

- What does that mean,

they wanted to summon
Mr. Nightfall?

- I don't even know.

Mr. Nightfall was just
a story the guys made up,

and then they kept
adding to it

all these terrible things

Mr. Nightfall could do,
you know?

But after Bradley
killed himself,

Mr. Nightfall started
bursting us.

- What is bursting?

- It's a messaging app.

Deletes anything you send
or receive after 20 seconds.

- So you and your friends
received real-life threats

from a fictional character
you all made up?

- I tried to tell my parents,
but they didn't believe me.

The messages disappear so fast.

- Thank you very much.
Much appreciated.

- Anytime, detectives.

- Thanks.

Zayn will be able to crack
this Burster app.

We'll find out who's sending
the texts.

- We find that person
and, uh...

we find our killer.

[overlapping chatter]

.

- So someone's using
a ghost story

to pick off high school bullies
as revenge

for this kid's death.

I mean, it sounds like
a plot of a horror movie.

- Young killers will often
attribute their actions

to an alter ego
or imaginary construct.

It's a way to excuse what they
know is criminal behavior.

- How many students
attend this school?

- Over 1,200.

- Well, how are we supposed to
find a needle in that haystack?

- By setting a trap.

- That app the kids are using
makes tracking old messages

back to their source
impossible,

so I set up a honeypot.

If Mr. Nightfall reaches out
to Tiffany again,

we can backtrack
and identify his device.

- Whoa, please tell me we are
not using Tiffany as bait.

- The Evers family is
in protective custody.

- All right, well, let's bag us
an urban legend.

- Still working
the home invasions?

- Hmm, we just set a trap

for your tall, hooded
night creature.

- For real?

- Yes, but that's
not why we called.

We found fingerprints on the
driver's door of Edie's car.

Ran it through our system
and got a match:

Otis Walker.

- You think he took her?

- Honestly, kiddo,
we think he sold to her.

- Of course
this guy's a drug dealer.

- Arrested half a dozen times

for possession with intent
to distribute,

opioids a specialty.

- She met him there
so she could score.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
I just...

I feel like an idiot,

believing her
when she said she was clean.

- Happens to the best of us.

- You'd think I'd know better,
given my history.

Thanks, anyway.

[somber music]

- Her mother had
substance abuse issues.

- Yeah, she mentioned that.

- We got a hit.

Mr. Nightfall just sent
Tiffany's phone a message,

and we tracked the sender.

- Who is it?
- Eric Vaughn.

He's a senior at Thompson High,
and, get this, the Vaughns

reported their shotgun
was stolen three days ago.

- I'll drive.

Eric Vaughn.

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

- I didn't kill them.

- Why would you assume
that's why we're here?

- Where's your
senior dog tag, Eric?

- I, uh, I--I lost it.

- Let's go.

- I swear to God,
I didn't kill anyone.

- Detectives,
my son is not a murderer.

- Eric sent threatening texts

to Michael Miller
and Pete Collins

days before they were killed.

- I just wanted to scare them,
but that's all I did. I swear!

- None of this makes sense.

What motive could Eric
possibly have to kill anyone?

- Bradley Tennant,
he was your friend.

- [sighs]

- You blamed Michael and Pete

for Bradley's death,
didn't you?

- Bradley was scared of all
that Mr. Nightfall stuff

and they saw they were getting
to him, so they amped it up.

- Amped it up, how?

- The school dance.

They got Tiffany to invite him,

they took him out to the woods,
they put him in a coffin,

they nailed the thing shut,
dropped it in a hole,

and then threw dirt on top.

They left him there
for an hour!

By the time they finally
let him out,

he thrown up on himself.
He'd wet his pants.

They laughed and took photos!

They told him not to tell
anyone or else they'd do worse!

- You should've told me, Eric.

- I didn't want anyone
to know either.

- Why not?

- I guess the whole thing
was my fault.

- How, Eric?
What did you do?

- [sighs] Bradley didn't care
whether or not he was popular,

but I was tired
of being a loser.

So when Michael said

they wanted to pull a prank
on Bradley,

I said I could help.

I--I told him Bradley
had a thing for Tiffany.

I, uh...

I was his friend, and I--I
should've stopped them.

I--but I didn't...

- So you decided
to take revenge.

- I just sent the texts,
I swear.

I--I even stopped when
I heard about Michael and Pete.

- Not true, Eric.

You sent Tiffany Evers
a text today.

That's how we traced
your phone.

- I swear I didn't.

[knock on door]

- Yeah?

- Finally heard
back from Forensics.

The shotgun left
at the Collins home

is the same one reported
stolen by the Vaughns.

[suspenseful music]

- Eric Vaughn,
you're under arrest.

- For what?
- For murder.

.

[flames crackling]

- Hey.

What's wrong?

- What's wrong is,
you lied to me, Edie.

- What?

- You weren't murdered.

You weren't clean
when you died.

Otis Walker.
Ring a bell?

- That's my old dealer.

- You met him at that garage
so you could score.

- No, I owed Otis money,
a lot of money.

He wouldn't float me drugs
even if I wanted them,

which I didn't.

- Then why were you there
with him?

- He kept calling.

He wanted his cash
and I didn't have it

and I told him if he didn't
stop harassing me

that I was gonna go
to the cops.

He must've followed me
to the market.

He must've killed me
to shut me up.

- Stop! Just stop talking!

- Why don't you believe me?

- Because you're an addict,
and addicts lie!

And the people who love them,
we want to believe.

We want to believe so much

that we ignore the clues that
are right in front of us.

Like that market you went
to on Sunday,

that's just a few blocks
from Northgate Street.

You and I both know what
happens on Northgate, right?

- People go there to get high.

- And that's where you'd go,
isn't it?

You'd leave your family.
You wouldn't come home

because you did not want them
to see you,

not like that.

- [sniffling]

I was fighting.

I was fighting so hard.

- But your soul
was not your own.

Now you can take it back.

[somber music]

Tell me where to find you.

[car door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[somber music]

- Will you ask them, please,

that they remember me
the way that I was before?

Will you make sure
that Kaitlyn knows

how much I love her?

- I will.

[sighs]

[intense music]

- No! Let go of me!

Get off of me!

Damn it!

Get off!

[branch cracks]

- [growls]

[shotgun clicks]

[gunshot]

- [groans]

[shotgun clicks]

[gunshot]

[panting]

[suspenseful music]

- Okay, bye.

- Hey.

- That was Cassie.

She found Edie De Forest's
body.

Missing Persons detectives
are gonna inform the family.

- That'll being them
a little closure, at least.

- Yeah.

- There's something else?

- She said she saw
Mr. Nightfall again

burying a kid in a coffin
but not Bradley.

- What, another victim?

- The person she described

is the spitting image
of Eric Vaughn.

- Vaughn.

What's that all about?

- Tell me something:

if you profiled a shooter
for these crimes,

would Eric fit the bill?

- On paper, maybe.

Disaffected, depressed,
teenaged male,

driven by guilt to lash out

at the people responsible
for his friend's death.

- But it would take
a special breed of killer

to blow away five people
in one night

and then turn up for school
the next morning

as if nothing had happened.

- Sitting in the room with
Eric, I wasn't feeling it.

But the evidence--
- Yeah, the evidence.

Mrs. Collins' ring
by the dumpster,

leading us to
Eric's dog tag,

even the shotgun
in the Collins' back yard,

everything right where
we needed it to be.

- The last text
Tiffany received,

the one that lead us to Eric,

he said he stopped sending
messages by then.

- Yeah, exactly. He admitted
to sending the others.

Why not that one?

Zayn, is it possible
for someone to send a text

with that Burster app

but make it look like it came
from Eric Vaughn's phone?

- Maybe if the phone
was cloned.

Let me get into it.
- Thanks.

[keys clacking]

.

- Have you two been here
all night?

- For good reason.

It doesn't look like
Eric Vaughn is our killer.

- We just spoke to
the Vaughns' cell company.

They found a discrepancy

between the ESN
of Eric's phone

and the radio fingerprint
of the last text

sent to Tiffany
through Burster.

- So it wasn't really from
Eric's cell phone.

- It came from a laptop
issued by Thompson High School.

[overlapping chatter]

- Dr. Kelly.

Turn around.

Place your hands
behind your back.

[door clicks]

We've spoken with Eric Vaughn.

He tells us he went
to your office

couple of days after
Bradley's suicide

because he was feeling guilty
about his part in the prank.

- And you weren't
very sympathetic,

according to him.

- You confiscated
his phone for the day.

- Eric was using that phone
to terrorize Michael and Pete

instead of
taking responsibility.

You know, I was trying
to prevent a terrible situation

from spinning even more
out of control.

Clearly, I failed.

- We might buy that,

except we learned
that your laptop

created a clone
of Eric's cell phone.

That clone was used to message
Tiffany Evers yesterday.

- Why would I do that?

- You knew we took
Tiffany's phone with us

after her interview.

You could have guessed
we'd set a trap for the killer.

- And you threw Eric Vaughn
right into it.

Was Tiffany next on the list?

- Michael and Pete first,
of course,

take out the ringleaders

and the terrible parents
that raised them,

and then you dress up
as Mr. Nightfall

so the last thing
those boys see

is their own nightmare creation
coming back to haunt them.

- And then you set up Eric,

Bradley's traitor,
to take the blame.

- [scoffs]

This is--this is ridiculous.

Why in God's name
would I do all of that?

I hardly knew
Bradley Tennant.

- But it wasn't revenge for
Bradley you're after, was it?

There was another boy
you couldn't save...

Your son.

- How did you know about Marty?

- We spoke to the principal
of your old school in Chicago.

He said Marty was
a student there.

Described him
as curious, gifted,

and kind of an outsider.

- A lot like Bradley.

- Marty told me he was being
picked on by the bigger kids.

It got worse and worse.

I went to the parents of the
bullies, the administration,

begged them for help.

They wouldn't do anything.

Nobody was gonna
help Bradley either.

And what about his parents?

Their lives are destroyed
forever.

- What happened to Marty
and Bradley was terrible.

- You think kids who are
capable of that kind of cruelty

grow into decent human beings?

Hmm?

They become the abusive parent,

the psychopath boss,
your daughter's rapist.

I'm the only one
who cared enough

to do something about it.

There was only me.

And I have
a zero-tolerance policy.

[birds calling]

- Oh, looks like
they're staying put.

- That's good news.

Hey, speaking of good news,

uh, Tom said there might be
a change in Sally's condition.

- Uh, maybe.

Uh, I don't wanna think
about it too much.

Don't wanna get
my hopes up but...

- But what?

- Do you remember
how I told you I had the ring

but I never got
the chance to ask her?

- Yeah.

- Well, the last night
Sally and I were together,

you know, before I took her
to the airport,

I slipped it in my pocket.

I was gonna get down
on one knee right there

in the ticketing line
and ask her, but I...

I talked myself out of it.

- Just cold feet?

- Nah, just wanted it
to be special.

But now I wish
I just asked her.

I wish she would've gotten
on that plane

with the ring on her finger,

knowing there was a man who
loved her more than anything

and wanted to spend the rest
of his life with her.

Yeah, so sometimes
I let myself think about that,

how one day this'll all
be behind us like a--like a--

like a bad dream

and I'll ask her
to be my wife.

[somber music]

- Detective Asante, welcome.

- Hi, uh,
this is Cassie Bedford.

She--
- She found Mom.

- Thank you.

Um, can I get you something
to eat?

Everyone we know seems
to have brought a casserole.

- Ah, thank you.

- I'm really glad you came.

- Yeah.

I just wanted to pay
my respects.

I know how bad you're hurting.

- Most people say that,
but they really don't get it.

But you've been there.

Does it get better?

- It does, a little.

My mom died when I was 13,

and I was so angry at her
for leaving me.

I didn't even try to understand
what she went through,

to go to war
with your own brain,

with your own body,
for control.

I thought she just gave up.

I didn't appreciate how hard
she fought to stay with me.

Your mom, she fought
as hard as she could,

and she left here thinking
how much she loves you.

- I'm trying to forgive her.

- It's okay to be upset,

furious even,

but also try to remember
who she was

before she started using.

- When I was little,

we used bake cookies
every Sunday

and dance around
in the kitchen.

That's how I'm gonna
try to remember her.

- I think she'd like that.

- [sniffling]

- [sniffling]