All language subtitles for Instinct (2018) - 02x08 - Go Figure.KILLERS.English.HI.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

- Previously on Instinct...
- DYLAN: Maya's in town.

I haven't heard from her.

Good. Especially when you're vulnerable.

I'm not vulnerable.

You're still working with MI6.

MAYA: Yes. And even though you aren't,

we do still keep tabs on you.

DENNIS: There's been another
body drop. I'm talking about

the Sleeping Beauty serial killer.

RYAN: That most recent
murder, in its rushed staging,

suggests another regression
for the killer.

(DISTORTED): This isn't
the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.

We're professionals now.

He felt familiarity and comfort with you.

I think the killer may
be someone you know.

("HURRICANE" BY ZAYDE WØLF
AND FJØRA PLAYING)

♪ There's a storm coming ♪

♪ There is a storm coming ♪

♪ There is a storm ♪

- ♪ Coming ♪
- ♪ There's a storm coming ♪

♪ There is a storm coming ♪

♪ There is a storm ♪

♪ We've been here before with it ♪

♪ Thunder like a war with it ♪

♪ Will we stay stranded in the weather? ♪

♪ Can we be? ♪

(VOLUME INCREASES): ♪ Can we be? ♪

♪ There's a storm coming ♪

♪ ♪

♪ There's a storm coming. ♪

MALE VOICE (DISTORTED): I didn't kill
that woman in the trench coat.

This isn't
the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.

The software maps
our killer's enhanced voice

based on frequency.

So we can see his voice,
rather than just hear it.

What I see looks like my last EKG,

when my doctor told me
to cut back on the pickles.

Can't you just hack into
the mainframe and un-distort it?

I can't believe they let you use
a gun, much less a computer.

Any news?

Our killer's most likely
male, between 18 to 55,

with roots in the Midwest
region of the United States.

So, we've really narrowed it down.

I'll be in my office, getting yelled at

by the mayor, telling her, "Not to worry.

My team is totally zeroing in
on this serial killer."

(SIGHS)

Oh, good, you're here.

Well, good morning to you, too.

I've got something for you.
Dead figure skater.

Found on the ice.
Arena near Battery Park.

- On my way.
- And you're on your own.

- I figured that.
- I need his annoyingly gifted brain

on the Sleeping Beauty case.

Oh. Got it. I'll take
my refreshingly un-gifted brain

to the ice rink.

I can assign you someone else.

Before Dylan, I worked
an entire year all on my own.

And you were curt, cranky, and
controlling. All on your own.

Oh, don't worry. I'm still that way.

Keep it together, big fella.

She'll be back.

I'd like to listen
to the recording again, please.

We've been over it 50 times.

Once more, and I'm gonna
volunteer to be his next victim.

I didn't kill that woman
in the trench coat.

This isn't
the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.

We're professionals now.

Stop it right there.

(PLAYER CLICKS)

You're a professional now. Why now?

New York City versus Nebraska?

Oh, back then, he was an amateur,

before he knew what he was doing.

Is he saying that he made
mistakes in Garfield?

Or someone else did.

What are you looking for?

Your original reports from
Garfield on Ken Rego's murder.

Deputy Darren Hill.

My partner. What about him?

Well, Hill's reports
did seem kind of light.

RYAN: He's been running
that precinct for 20 years.

He's-he's got a shorthand.

And he knew Ken Rego for even longer.

We-we all knew Mr. Rego.

His factory helped employ
more than half the town.

And when he shut it down,
it helped un-employ

more than half the town.

And got himself killed.

Was Deputy Hill personally
affected by the factory's closure?

Everybody was personally affected.

Darren Hill brought me up in the force.

He doesn't... miss things.

So don't start pinning this on him

just because we're coming
up empty-handed here.

Vic's Emily Macabee,

19 years old.

Found by her skate partner.

COD looks like head trauma.

There's only one set
of skate marks out on the ice,

but she didn't slip and fall.
I mean, look at that.

Looks like she was fighting for balance.

Odd for a professional figure skater.

Speaking of odd, where's Reinhart?

Working the Sleeping Beauty case.

Huh.

Well, I'm happy to partner
up with you on this.

Or you could just handle it alone,

and I'll just stand here and
talk to myself like a moron.

I guess we'll just go with option "B."

Petechial hemorrhaging.

Sign of asphyxiation.

And the contusions on her neck?

I think it's safe to say that
she was strangled to death.

And then tossed onto the
ice, where she hit her head.

My guess... she was standing here,

her assailant on the other side.

As she was strangled, she fought back,

stomping her skates,

creating the grooves in the ice
and the... marks on the boards.

All right, now that you got this,

I'm heading back to the precinct.

Thanks, Sarge.

Doc.

- Uh, you didn't have to come.
- DYLAN: Oh.

Well, I heard it was a very cold case.

You're not delighted at
my mastery of wordplay?

I'm bursting with delight,
but if Ryan needs you...

Well, I'm giving him a little space.

I may have ruffled his feathers.

I don't think he's talking to me.

Oh. So he's icing you out?

You out-punned me.

You're feeling very good about yourself.

I am.

Well, get over it.

We have work to do.

MARIO: I was lacing up my skates

when I saw her there, on the ice.

You two were skating partners?

For seven years.

I coached them both individually

and knew they'd make a great pair.

Was it unusual for Emily
to be here on her own?

Emily was always the first one here.

Yeah, she called it
practicing for practice.

I mean, she just wanted to be the best.

And she was.

She made me better. (SHUDDERING INHALE)

Okay. Take a breath.

Someone stole her gold medal
a few weeks ago.

From our trophy case.

Pissed me off.

Emily was the only one who didn't care.

She said it motivated her to win another.

I mean, you think
it's the same person who...

Can I go to the bathroom?
I think I'm gonna be sick.

It's tragic.

These two are like family.

Just doesn't make sense.

Competition can sometimes
bring out the worst in people.

Not Emily.

She was the model of good sportsmanship.

Treated everybody with respect.

She was never a sore loser.

Doesn't sound like she did much losing.

Took home their first gold
at nationals last year.

Finally managed to beat
the reigning champs.

And who was this other team
they finally managed to surpass?

Stephanie Park and Reese Watkins.

They'd been unstoppable at nationals.

Gold in ice dancing
a record five years straight.

Until Emily and Mario.

Yeah.

And Stephanie's gunning
to get the gold back.

She's a beast.

Always wants the edge.

Willing to do anything to get it.

What do you mean by "anything"?

Trash-talking.

Changing schedules

to steal ice time.

I heard once she dulled
her opponent's skates.

- Hmm.
- Are they based here in the city?

Right here in this building.

They'd be in there now, but,

given what happened, they went
to the other rink to practice.

("TANGO PASIÓN"
BY DARYL GRIFFITH PLAYING)

So I guess hearing one of
your peers has been murdered

doesn't get in the way of practice.

♪ ♪

No.

No!

You keep on favoring your right foot.

Look, it's like this.

Up.

See?

Reese. Like that. It's not that hard.

Okay.

Are you just gonna stand there?! Sorry.

I wouldn't want to be her partner.

Or her competition.

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Oh, my God. Poor Emily.

I just assumed they were dealing
with an injury over there.

Wait, you're saying
you knew something happened

and just let us go on practicing?

Obviously, I didn't know someone died.

Look, with nationals less
than three weeks away,

we really can't be losing any ice time.

We understand that Emily
and Mario beat you last year.

For the first time ever.

Did that fuel a certain degree
of animosity between you?

Nothing more than usual.

So the unsportsmanlike behavior
that you've been accused of,

that's not unusual either?

Look, I'm here to win.

If you're asking did we kill
Emily, that's a big, giant no.

(ZAMBONI WHIRRING)

Danny!

Hello?

Danny!

What did I tell you?!

Stay off our ice.

Take a pill, Stacy.

I... Call me that one more time.

I swear...

Whatever.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

He just doesn't listen.

We're not skating anymore today, Steph.

- I... What?
- We're done.

Well, actually, we aren't done.

Yeah, that's a big, giant no.

We'll have more questions,
so stay close to home.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE BUZZES)

JULIAN: If MI6

thinks New York City's
first responder system is,

indeed, at risk,

why not go to the CIA?

CIA may be compromised on this.

That's quite an accusation.

Do you have evidence?

That would put individuals at risk.

You're in danger.

I'm perfectly fine.

I can help you.

We can help you.

And we believe that you can help us, too.

But if you say yes,

you can't speak about this to anyone.

Not even Dylan Reinhart.

And why not?

Given his father's position at the CIA,

Mr. Reinhart may be compromised.

We can't take any chances on this.

Never easy, is it?

No.

But it is a reminder.

Why we do this.

Emily's parents will be on
the first flight from San Diego.

The coach was at his
girlfriend's apartment

in Tribeca this morning.
Alibi checks out.

Got a split on our competing skaters.

Personal trainer confirms
that Reese was at the gym,

but his skating partner,
Stephanie, lives alone,

so there's no way to know if
she was home or when she left.

Stephanie's tunnel vision this morning

at the rink was quite remarkable.

Or was that a total lack of empathy?

Isn't that on your

"How You Know You're
a Psychopath" checklist?

That's right. Along with
a grandiose sense of self

and fake charm. But I don't
think she was a psychopath.

- What about the Zamboni driver?
- She doesn't Po...

- You don't want to hear why?
- No.

Uh, Daniel Gerhardt. 24 years old.

At the ice rink for 18 months.
Couple fast food jobs before that.

So he bounced around. Any record?

Squeaky clean.

Emily's partner, Mario,

found her body, but he
seemed genuinely distraught.

Yeah, but why would he want Emily dead?

(MUSIC PLAYS ON VIDEO)

Maybe because he has another partner.

This is on Emily's computer.

Wow.

Neither mentioned that
they were a couple.

Could be a secret.

A secret that played a part
in Emily's death?

Oh, pair figure skating is
still pretty behind the times.

Not many same-sex partners.

So if Emily didn't know about
this and then saw the video,

it may have been upsetting for her.

Or it could be a threat to her career.

A potential PR problem.

Maybe she confronted them about it.

And maybe Mario and Reese,

having resentment and anger
at having to hide,

didn't take it too well.

Oh.

A-At first we didn't tell anyone.

Not Emily or Steph or our coaches.

But it wasn't about being gay. I mean,

we were more concerned
about how it would look

being on opposing teams.

And when Emily found out, what happened?

She supported us 100%.

Emily's the one who shot the video.

That's why you found it on her computer.

You say you were Emily's closest friend.

Do you remember anything different?

Anything she said?

Yeah, she said she needed my help,

that something had to stop.

But when I asked her what, she
told me to forget about it.

She didn't bring it up again.

I know. I know I should've pushed. I...

I might have been able to help her.

(CRYING)

- (WHISPERS): It's okay.
- (GROANS)

Mario and Emily were best friends.

They spent every waking moment together.

What could be so difficult that
she couldn't even share with him?

Emily lived with a secret,
and she died with it.

Maybe we can find it in her apartment.

- Hey.
- Sorry to interrupt.

Can I, uh... can I grab you for a second?

Sure.

Uh, I'll wait downstairs.

Okay. I'll be right there.

(SIGHS)

I overreacted earlier.

I could have been more
sensitive when I expressed

that Deputy Hill may have
overlooked something.

I called him.

You did? What changed your mind?

- Your batting average.
- No sports analogies, please.

I told him I want to talk
about the reports

that he filed for the Rego case.

He slammed the door on it,

said there's nothing more
to investigate in Garfield,

which makes me think that maybe
there is more to investigate.

So what're you going to do?

I'm gonna jump on a plane.

Go see for myself.

Good for you. It ain't over
till the fat lady sings.

Sports analogy.

- See? You do know sports!
- Well, opera, too.

LIZZIE: Doesn't look like Emily

had much of a life outside her sport.

"Ice rink. Ice rink.

"Ice rink. Mario. Mario.
Mario. Calorie count.

"Exercise reps. Sleep hours."

A rigid daily schedule.

Certainly not much time
for interior decorating.

Or fine dining.

Lemon chicken, blackened chicken,

yogurt-marinated chicken.

I think she liked chicken.

- And keeping a diary.
- Ooh.

Or not keeping a diary.

Sawdust on the floor.

She got new locks.

And... a new bat.

So either she was changing sports...

Or fearing for her life.

Guess who I'm thinking of.

No idea. How about a hint?

Stephanie.

Maybe she did take Emily's medal,

felt it was rightfully hers.

And then killed Emily to make
sure her team won gold this year.

Well, well, Dr. Psychopath

is buying into my psychopath theory.

No. Remember that Zamboni kid, Daniel?

I've been thinking
about something he said, too.

He called her "Stacy."

So? He got her name wrong.

Mm, "Stacy" is a derogatory term
for women used by incels.

- Incels?
- Involuntary celibates.

Young men who feel themselves undateable,

victims of a society
that rewards alpha males,

leaving them dejected and alone.

Poor guys.

They feel they're owed sex.

And incels tend to direct
their anger and frustration

at the very women who have ignored them.

Stacys. So if Daniel is an incel,

then maybe he's the one
Emily was afraid of.

And that's why she changed
her locks and bought that bat.

Well, unless he has
an "incels rule" tattoo,

any idea how we can prove this theory?

You want me to access the online activity

of a Zamboni driver?

What in God's name is a Zamboni?

A vehicle that resurfaces ice.

If he is an incel,
we may have motive for murder.

I'll get onto it right away.

Lying and avoiding.

Excuse me?

Brief eye contact: lying.

Performing a random physical
action that seems unnecessary,

like excessively cleaning
your glasses: avoiding.

Or my glasses are filthy.

Yes, Dylan?

You would only lie to me about one thing.

A woman.

(EXHALES)

You've seen Maya.

I met with her at her hotel.

Nothing to worry about.

- Why don't I believe you?
- Because being skeptical

is what makes us so good at what we do.

We had a coffee. Nothing more.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Sorry to interrupt
this totally normal, non-secret,

coworkers in a breakroom chat,

but Lou needs us in her office. Now.

(SIGHS)

I have some news.

Ryan's going back to Nebraska.

I'm so glad I didn't know you
when The Sixth Sense came out.

(CHUCKLES) I think I should go with him.

You're on the skater case.

We can fly there after we solve it.

Oh, does that work for you?

Mm-hmm. He may be too close to the case.

He needs an outsider's perspective.

I'll send Fucci, then.

A more intelligent
outsider's perspective.

No offense.

Oh, why would I be offended?

Dylan can go. I'm fine with it.

So am I.

What a relief.

Okay. Reinhart, you and Ryan will
fly out first thing tomorrow.

Fucci will hold down

the Sleeping Beauty fort here,
and Lizzie will take

the figure skater case herself.

But we just got a great lead.

Which Lizzie will follow up on.
You can all get out of my office.

Thank you, Lieutenant Gooden.

Hey, is it me, or is that thing
actually making you angrier?

You know, maybe there's
a better way to blow off steam,

like going to the gym
or shooting someone.

Get out. Quicker.

Okay.

You're annoyed at me
going away with Ryan.

Not at all.

You think I'm abandoning you.

We're partners, not boyfriend-girlfriend.

I can share you with Ryan or anyone.

Okay. I just wanted to be sure.

Rest assured,
I'm gonna be fine without you,

and you'll be okay without me.

You're right.

I mean, life is a series
of separation experiences

ending with the
ultimate separation, death.

If you're gonna say stuff like
that around Ryan on your trip,

be sure to take the bullets
out of his gun first.

Give me your honest opinion.

Uh-oh.

Too slick?

You think I look too slick, don't you?
Like I'm trying too hard?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to. I bought another one,

which makes me look slightly less
like a Ukrainian arms dealer.

(LAUGHS): Andy. It's your first
job interview in a while.

Just be yourself.

- Doesn't matter what you wear.
- Ah, coming from the guy

who once wore a waistcoat to the zoo.

I'll take 'em both back.

Oh, uh, I got you these.

- So you fit in.
- Fit in to what?

You know what I mean.

Uh, people from small towns

don't wear suits made from virginal goats

or whatever that is.

Trust me,
as someone who grew up in a small town.

Oh, I trust you.

And I also trust
that you kept the receipts

for these because if I
wear a flannel shirt,

I will break out in a rash.

(LAUGHS) Okay.

You know, it's strange.

Lizzie seems so fine about
my going away with Ryan,

I wonder if she's
actually upset about it.

So fine she's upset.

No, you're not overthinking that at all.

(LAUGHS)

Wait, do you want Lizzie
to be upset you're going?

- Do you want me to be upset?
- I...

I just don't want to let her down.

Or you. And I know the timing

isn't great, what with
your job interview tomorrow.

Trust me, I'm not upset.

Having you gone will allow me to

fully focus on my anxiety.

(LAUGHS)

You're gonna be great.

It's too bad we're not the same size.

You could've worn one
of my virginal goat suits.

You looking for Dylan?

I've got something for him, yes.

Evidence that our friend Daniel
is an incel?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Let me see.

I warn you, there are some
very unsavory things in there.

Daniel made several posts

to a restricted forum
known as "cel-life,"

in which he refers to the now-deceased
figure skater as a "tease"

and expresses an interest

in "breaking her pretty little neck."

What a guy.

I also uncovered a site

on the dark web
where he's made similar threats

and inflammatory remarks.

You can say
you stumbled upon it yourself,

should you require
a proper search warrant.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I understand, Your Honor.

Yes, I said that.

Yes. (SIGHS)

Yes. We are.

Uh...

Okay, bye-bye.

- The mayor?
- (SIGHS)

Again? Ugh.

She must have quite the phone bill.

Mm.

- Oh, is this the Zamboni kid?
- Yeah.

More than enough for a warrant here.

Go get it.

Come with me.

- What?
- You and me.

Let's bust this woman-hater together.

I can't just walk out of here.

Sergeant Harris is more than
capable of being in charge.

Yeah, but the precinct
is my responsibility.

Right, oh, the mayor might
call and yell at you again.

And Fucci was right.

You need to find a better
way to let off some steam.

And it'll be fun,

like our old days back at the academy.

Like me kicking your ass?

I mean you kicking everyone's ass.

How I miss the glamor of it all.

If you're rusty, I'll
handle the hard stuff.

Wouldn't want you breaking a nail.

Oh, I'm starting
to feel empathy for Reinhart.

Stephanie alibied out.

A witness saw her leaving her house.

So let's hope this is our guy.

Daniel Gerhardt? Police, open up!

We have a warrant. Let's
just kick this door down.

Daniel, you in there?

God, it feels good to be back.

Ugh, what's that smell?

Maybe they'd have more luck with women

if they learned how
to clean up after themselves.

Daniel! Police.

How'd you get in here?

We have a warrant
to search your apartment.

- Search for what?
- Evidence.

In the murder investigation
of Emily Macabee.

You think I killed her?

I never even talked to her.

But you did say you wanted
to break her neck.

We have that in writing.

DANIEL: Yeah,
I can say what I want, Stacy.

- (WHIMPERS)
- What'd you just call her?

Hey, take a look at this.

Would you like to explain why you have

a dead woman's stolen medal
in your apartment, Daniel?

♪ ♪

So, Garfield.

You're looking at it.

Used to be a little more lively.

Ah, damn, they got Joe's Hardware, too.

It's still charming.

I feel like I've stepped into
a Norman Rockwell ghost town.

A tad overdressed.

Nah, you'll fit in just fine.

- Hey, Stock.
- Oh, here he is.

Should've known you'd come
after I told you not to bother.

Darren, good to see you.

You, too.

That New York smog
hasn't hurt you... much.

(LAUGHS) This is Dylan Reinhart.

Dylan, this is Deputy Hill.

Pleased to meet you.

Ryan speaks very highly of you.

You're a cop?

I'm a behavioral specialist.

I consult for the NYPD.

So, whose behavior
are you here to look at?

RYAN: Uh, like I said on the phone,

we just to make sure
nothing got overlooked.

Uh-huh. So you hit a roadblock
in the big city,

body count's going up,

you're feeling the pressure,
so maybe you can blame it

on the hick back home
who blew it from the start?

Did he cut corners?

Hey, his wife used to work
at Rego's, didn't she?

That guy could be bitter.

That the kind of specializing you do?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I just let people talk.

So your wife worked at the Rego factory?

Whoa, am I a suspect now?

Want to Mirandize me?

Darren, look, we just want
to dig into the files,

see if there's something useful.

You want to be useful?

Go see the Rego family.

Give 'em a progress report
on your promise

to catch their dad's killer.

- That's our next stop.
- Make it your last.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I got work to do.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good morning, Daniel.

How'd you like your night in lockup?

There were five guys
in there glaring at me.

I couldn't even lay down.
When my dad gets here...

Your dad? Oh, your dad's on his way?

Well, in that case, you're free to go.

Are you... serious?

No, sit your ass back down.
Daddy can't help you.

Bitch.

That's Lieutenant Bitch to you.

I didn't do anything!

Morning, sunshine.

Remember me?

Stacy?

I brought you a coffee.

Some milk and sugar,

or whatever this stuff is.

Brought you something else, too.

What?

I printed up some of your online posts.

You're quite the poet.

"That Stacy spreads on the ice,

but not for me. She'll get hers."

Freedom of speech.

All right, Patrick Henry,

exercise your right.

Read it.

Out loud.

"That slut should take my..."

"It's not fair, it's rigged against us.

"Should be my God-given right

to take her by the..."

A lot harder to say it
to a person's face, huh?

Much easier to hide
behind a computer screen.

Why'd you steal her medal?

JASMINE: Was it a warning?

Before you tried to take
your God-given right?

Before you forced yourself on her?

What? No.

And when you failed and screwed it up

and strangled her

- in the process...
- No, I didn't touch her. I...

I didn't.

Okay, yeah... okay, yeah,
I wrote this stuff online,

but... I didn't kill her.

I was on the computer chatting...

for two days straight.

Please just...

check my computer.

I couldn't have strangled anyone.

I don't think he's our guy.

Are you kidding? Look at him.

That type always caves in
and wets themselves

when they're about to confess.

We can dig into his computer,

but we need to go at him hard.

I think his online posts

are a way of compensating

for his feelings of inadequacy.

He casts himself as a victim,

unable to act, let alone attack.

Well, look who's channeling
Dr. Dylan Reinhart.

Huh, yeah, maybe.

Can't seem to get him
out of my head today.

So while he's in there,

let's get inside Emily's head, too.

Our victim was a strong, driven athlete.

As hateful and warped
as Daniel's philosophy is,

I don't think that she would be
afraid of a guy like him.

If he were harassing her,
she wouldn't hesitate

to tell anyone, especially not
her best friend Mario.

You're right.

They could have easily gotten him fired.

And Emily didn't just
add locks to her door.

She changed her locks.

So she was afraid of someone
who at one time had a key.

My guess would be a... an ex-boyfriend

but she didn't make time
for anything except skating.

And whoever she was afraid of,
why keep it secret?

Shame? Abuse maybe?

Fear that coming forward
would tarnish her image.

Just end up as a he said, she said.

And you know how those usually
end up; she needed proof.

So we need to go back
to her place, take another look.

RYAN: We believe your
husband was the first

in a series of killings.

And why the blanket and pillow?

The killer may have felt some remorse

after he murdered your father,

which may explain why he was
left in such a peaceful position.

When I heard about a similar
killing in Manhattan,

where the victim had also been left under

a blanket and pillow, I went there.

That victim, Nancy Lee,

she knew the killer, she also
knew about your husband's murder.

We think that she was
murdered to keep her quiet.

Now there is a third victim,
also in Manhattan,

and he could have identified the killer.

I just want you to know
that, although my focus

has shifted away from Garfield,

I haven't forgotten about my promise

to find your father's killer.

DYLAN: And Detective
Stock has the full support

of the New York Police
Department behind him.

And we're making great progress.

We have a profile of the killer.

Do you even have a suspect yet?

Um, no, not yet, Candace.

So why are we here?

So you can make yourself feel better?

- Candace.
- No, I'm sorry, Mom,

Dad's murderer is out there,

and they are no closer
to finding who did it.

- These men are doing their best.
- Which is clearly not enough.

Okay, guys. Yelling at each
other's not gonna help.

No, it's all right.

Your impatience is justified.

We understand how such a violent
loss can wear on a family.

(SCOFFS) This started
long before Dad's murder.

When this town decided to blame

the entire country's
economic collapse on him.

After he had given everything to them.

Okay, we don't have to rehash all that.

MRS. REGO: Your father hated having
to move the factory to Mexico.

- (PHONE BUZZES)
- His employees had been like family.

Then, overnight they turned into enemies.

CANDACE: You really see
people's true colors.

Are we keeping you?

Not at all, but we are in town

to coordinate the investigations.

Is Deputy Hill even doing
anything anymore?

When I run into him,
he always looks the other way.

He is. And we all
are going to find this guy

and we're gonna bring him to justice.

CORMAC: Sorry about all that.
I hope Ryan will vouch

that my family can be more hospitable.

DYLAN: Oh, I'd be upset, too.

RYAN: I remember this house was
like a second home to a lot of us.

Please tell me your mom

is still making
those chocolate chip brownies.

I should remind her.

(LAUGHS)

How is Mexico City?

Fine, but it's not home.

It's too crowded.

You probably understand,
being in New York.

I think Ryan has adapted
well to city life.

Uh-oh. Don't tell me you're
gonna go all big city on us.

(LAUGHS) Let's not get carried away.

Thanks again, Ryan.

Take care, Cormac.

Thanks for everything you're doing.

So, after I cooled off, I had
to admit, you guys have a point.

Behavior and all.

I resent Ken Rego
as much as the next guy.

The Regos lived high on the hog

off this town's labor for decades.

When the going got rough,

he threw us over to save his fortune.

- Not very neighborly.
- But if I let that interfere,

I wasn't being a good cop.

So I went digging again.

You want some lunch, Darren,
or are you just gonna eat crow?

Mom, were you eavesdropping?

Eavesdropping is for amateurs, Ryan.

Your mom runs a diner.
She's a professional.

Finally, someone understands me.

Don't you want some ketchup with that?

If you recommend it, Margaret.

Oh, I do, Dylan.

- Mm.
- I do.

So I pulled the files on a few locals

who may deserve a closer look.

I already dropped in
on Brad McFee's wife.

Oh, I played football with Brad.

- Brad had a temper.
- Priors for a couple

of bar fights...
no biggie... but get this.

His new job, since the factory
closed... he's a truck driver.

He's on a haul to the
East Coast right now.

- That's a good find.
- Mm-hmm.

Also, I probably

went too easy on my old
neighbor, one of Rego's foremen.

Lost his house.

- Oh, yeah, Steve Morgan.
- Huh.

Has a cousin in Jersey.

Is he still parked up on a barstool?

And still ranting about Rego

like that factory closed yesterday.

Ugh, he's not the only one.

If I had a dollar for every time

a customer gripes about the glory days

of Garfield, I could retire.

These people here are
too stuck in the past.

Hey, I like my memories.
Garfield was a good place to grow up.

Well, yeah, you'd better say so,
or I wasted 18 years,

but my point is, you did grow up.

Your mom's making a fine distinction

between two types of nostalgia, Ryan.

Reflective nostalgia allows us
to savor our memories

but accepts that they are in the past.

Yeah, that's not Garfield.

Whereas restorative nostalgia pushes back

against the here and now,
keeping us stuck

trying to relive our glory days.

And that is Garfield to a tee.

Well, so no wonder you guys are having

such a tough time
finding Rego's murderer.

This whole town's guilty.

I wouldn't say
the whole town's guilty, but

much of Garfield suffers
from a single diagnosis.

Restorative nostalgia.

Restorative nostalgia.

(SIGHS)

Nope. No nanny cam here.

Just so you know, my lieutenant
does not tolerate excessive force.

Almost anything can be turned
into a secret camera these days.

Unless, hmm, we're on the wrong track?

LIZZIE: Wait.

How many flashing lights
does your smoke detector have?

Yup. Memory card.

There. Go back.

EMILY: Go away.

I don't want you to come here anymore.

MAN: Come on, Em, open the door.

- EMILY: No.
- MAN: Open the damn door!

Em, open the door.

EMILY: Go away!

Who is that?

- Put down the bat and open the door.
- I mean it... go away.

Her coach.

Don't forget to smile, Caitlin.

Attagirl.

Detective.

They give you a new partner

to work Emily's case?

This is my boss Lieutenant Gooden.

Lieutenant. Well, I'm glad to hear

Emily's case is getting
the right attention.

Oh, Emily has our attention.

Unfortunately, too late to save her.

JASMINE: But it's understandable.

She was terrified and unable
to turn to those closest to her.

Since one of them was her perpetrator.

We're gonna need you
to come downtown with us.

Okay.

Am I under suspicion?

You were under suspicion

before we stopped
by your girlfriend's apartment.

- What?
- JASMINE: We explained to her

how providing a false alibi
could expose her to charges

of perjury and obstruction.

LIZZIE: She was pretty
frightened, but, then,

I guess you're probably used
to frightened women.

You scared Emily into submitting
to your advances so she wouldn't

jeopardize her skating career.

Which worked when she was younger,

- but she'd finally had enough.
- So, yesterday,

when you found her on the ice
alone, did she threaten

to tell Mario if you didn't stop?

Or had she already threatened to
reveal what you'd been doing to her?

This is crazy.
I was like a father to Emily.

I did everything to help her succeed.

So she owed you?

CSU is testing every piece of clothing

inside Emily's apartment.

DNA can last for months, by the way.

Okay, we had a relationship,

but it was consensual.

That's not what it looks like
on this recording.

Brent Underhill, you're under arrest.

Hey!

Stop!

(GROANING)

Excessive force?

I think my boss will understand.

- That was some fun.
- (CHUCKLES)

But next time I hit the streets,

I'm gonna have the right shoes
in my locker.

(SIGHS)

Nailing that scumbag

is better than squeezing
that stress ball, huh?

I couldn't take it on a daily basis.

I'd go Rambo.

I'm safer behind a desk.

The whole city is. (LAUGHS)

You've grown, Lizzie.

You're not only the biggest
badass in my precinct.

You're the smartest badass.

Well, you're the one who
forced me to get a partner.

Dylan's rubbed off on me.

So now, if you could just rub off on him,

my job would be a breeze.

I wouldn't hold my breath.

I know he's a genius,
but I don't know how you do it.

Mm, he's an acquired taste.

♪ She'd make me do ♪

♪ And all I did was follow through ♪

♪ I never saw a gal so small... ♪

So, you've made a decision?

I have.

I'm hoping it's good news.

I can't imagine
that you'd come to tell me no.

That's your move.

Julian, that was years ago.

I hope you won't let our past
get in the way of this.

Our past is past.

Whoever is trying

to shut down New York's
first responder system...

they have a bigger game at play.

- Which is?
- They're not telling me.

But I do know
that the president of Turkey

will be addressing the UN
General Assembly next week.

You always knew how to seduce me.

♪ Amazing things that she could do. ♪

Still working?

Have to.

If my whole town suffers
from restorative nostalgia,

then I probably do, too.

So I'm just going over my early
notes, see if I missed anything.

What time does
your mom get back from work?

You hungry again?

(LAUGHS) No, I just...

I want to hear more
about the old Garfield,

the place everyone wishes to go back to.

Does she keep old photos?

Does she. Right over there.

But it's not really
a history of Garfield.

It's more of a history of me.

Are these all you?

(SCOFFS) You were adorable.

Well, I warned you... doting mom.

Oh, look at Main Street. It's booming.

This is the kind of thing that I...

(PHONE BUZZING)

Oh, it's Lizzie.

Tell her I said hi.

Hey, what's up?

Just calling to say hi.

Okay. Hi.

Solved the case yet?

We have some leads.

(SIGHS)

How do you do it?

Do what?

You're thousands of miles away,

and I still couldn't get
your voice out of my head today.

Oh, that must have been just awful.

Shockingly, it helped.

Did you collar that incel?

Turns out it wasn't the incel. Uh,

it was Emily's coach, an
entirely different abusive man

with his own twisted way
of treating women.

How'd you get him?

I did what you do.

I didn't just laser focus.

I stepped back,
got an outsider's perspective.

I do that?

You do that.

(SPUTTERS)
Maybe I should do it right now.

Thanks, Lizzie, you're the best.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- I got to go.

I'm the best for pointing out
that you're the best?

Okay, hear me out. Who in this town

does not seem affected
by restorative nostalgia?

Who did we meet today who does not

seem trapped in the past
but who, oddly, has moved on,

like an outsider, undamaged
by the factory's closing

or by Ken Rego's murder?

His own son?

Am I wrong?

No.

You're not.

Check out the tent.

Cowboy blanket.

So, that's you and...? Cormac Rego.

Is everything okay?

Uh, we need to talk to Cormac.

Well, he left hours ago. He flew
back to the plant in Mexico.

Okay. Thanks.

Yes. Yes, I see.

I can't believe we had him
and let him slip away.

- Okay, thanks, Fucci.
- He take off yet?

Yeah, but not to Mexico City.

Back to New York?

He landed at JFK an hour ago.