All language subtitles for The Outsider s01e03_English

TERRY MAITLAND:
Tell me why you're here.

♪ (EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

JOY PETERSON:
Did you kill my son?!

Want me to explain
all that to you?

HOWIE GOLD:
Is that not Terry Maitland

on the same day 70 miles away?

He can't have been in two places
at once.

RALPH ANDERSON: I'm baffled
by this conflicting evidence.

-(GUNSHOT)
-(SCREAMING)

If Terry Maitland is innocent...
we're not done.

-(DOOR CREAKS)
-No!

GLORY MAITLAND: You dreaming
about that man again?

He was here.

Did anything
out of the ordinary happen?

JESSA MAITLAND: Daddy got a cut.

It was a cut, and that was it.

Do you think Terry Maitland
killed that boy?

I really don't know.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

POLICE OFFICER 1: Fall through.

Keep going.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

YUNIS SABLO: What have we got?

POLICE OFFICER 2: We secured
the barn and surrounding areas.

-You're good to go inside.
-YUNIS: Thank you.

Lights.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(BIRD CAWS)

(RUSTLING)

(EXHALES)

I wish I could tell you about
the last week.

(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)

POLICE OFFICER:
Let me get that for you.

TAMIKA COLLINS:
Morning. Thank you.

POLICE OFFICER:
There you go.

(CHUCKLES) Aw! Welcome back, T!

(APPLAUSE)

-How's the baby?
-I think we'll keep him.

(LAUGHS)

CLERK: Who's he look like?

TAMIKA: Uh... Winston Churchill
with a deep tan.

Yeah, the baby's great, Jack.
Thanks for asking.

JACK HOSKINS: Sorry. What--
Uh... What are you doing here?

Need to pick up some stuff
out of my desk.

You look like you're about
to snap a few necks.

I had to drive out to some
goddamn barn in Canning because

the Staties found some clothes
they think maybe belonged

to the Maitland guy.

TAMIKA: It's our case.
Somebody's got to represent.

You kidding me?
It's a fucking one-hour drive.

By the time I show up,
it will be wrapped and gone.

Have fun.

(BIRDS TWEETING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Please tell me you've at least
fed yourself

since I left this morning.

I found the website
of the old age home

where Terry went to visit
his father.

-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hm.

I ran the old man's name through
the National Criminal Database,

turns out he was arrested
for aggravated assault

in Marietta back in 1985.

-Honey.
-Mm-hm?

They've got you on leave
for a reason.

Do I look whacked out?

It's post-shooting protocol;
it's nothing personal.

Yeah, I know that.

So, how about you just take
the time off they gave you?

I mean, Jesus, if somebody
offered me paid leave...

(SIGHS)

Speaking of which...

how was your day?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

♪ ("DOPE" BY JAYWAY SOSA
& TIGO B PLAYS) ♪

JACK:
"Song of the Humpback Whale"!

I'm serious!

I want to see you dance to
"Song of the Humpback Whale."

Boom boom.

Come on, change the music.

Put on the
"Song of the Humpback Whale"!

Watch her dance.

CLAUDE BOLTON: Hey, Jack.

JACK: You ever heard that?

It's kind of
a nature recording...

bunch of fuckin' whales making
these moaney noises

to each other in the ocean.

Can't say I have.

Well, the reason
I suggest it is,

if she's gonna move
her ass up there

like some half-dead Oxy-head,

maybe that tune would be more
to her liking.

DANCER: Asshole!

(JACK CHUCKLES)

(ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA SYSTEM)
Candace to the main stage.

-You're not working today?
-Yes, I'm goddamn working today.

Just taking my time
getting there.

Is that okay with you, shithead?

(SCOFFS)
Sure, it's okay, Jack.

Oh, good,
I'm so glad to hear it.

"Sure, it's okay with you,
Jack."

Just gonna pay,
not gonna hit you.

Toss that down her panties.

(GATE OPENING)

♪ (DRONING MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(BRAKES HISS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PRISON GUARD GIVES ORDERS)

(CELL DOOR SLAMS)

(CELL DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

JACK: Motherfucker!

What did I tell you?

(GRUNTS)

(JACK URINATES)

(GROANS)

This is your last chance, Butch!

Come on out
or we're coming in after ya!

Very serious, Butchie.

-Very...
-(ZIPPERS PANTS)

...serious.

(WHISPERS) Shit.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(JACK BREATHES HEAVILY)

It's bullshit.

Fuck this.

Oh, shit!

(RATS SQUEAK)

(GUN COCKS)

(PANTS)

Oh... fuck.

I'm a police officer.

What-- What do you want...

What did you just do...

(GRUNTS)

Oh, fuck!

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING
FROM LAPTOP)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(INHALES, EXHALES)

(JACK WINCES)

(GROANS)

Fuck.

Fuck.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

(JACK YELLS)

(CLATTERING)

YUNIS: Here's what we
found at the barn.

RALPH: Thank you.

YUNIS:
Lavender button-down shirt.

Pair of grey Jockey shorts.

White crew-socks...

and brown work boots,
all of which can be found

-growing on the nearest tree.
-Yeah, sure.

However, we also found this.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

-RALPH: Terry's?
-YUNIS: Indeed.

It's the same one we caught
on the surveillance tape

after he changed clothes
at the strip club,

and at the train station
in Dubrow.

Yeah, but there could be more
than one belt buckle like that

-in the world.
-No doubt.

The lab had Maitland's dabs
on file,

matched them up right away.

But here's the thing:
Some were very well defined...

but others... take a look.

See how faint the lines
and whorls are on those?

While on these, they're almost
entirely broken up.

The tech who did the work

said the weaker prints
were like

the prints of an old person.

So, maybe somebody
80 or 90 years old.

So, someone else?

No. They're all the same person.

I asked him if maybe they could
seem blurred because Maitland

was moving fast, wanting
to change clothes quick

to get out of town. He said no.

Did you check them against
the ones in the van?

Indeed.

The well-defined ones were
an easy match.

But here's the thing.

Originally, we IDed five sets
of prints.

Terry's, the kid Merlin's,
the van's owner in New York,

-his wife and his daughter.
-Okay.

But there was one set...

we thought was too degraded
to bother with.

So, take another shot,

compare them against the old man
prints on the belt buckle.

YUNIS: Buckle. Van.

Terry strong. Terry degraded.

Terry young. Terry ancient.

What's happening here?
I've...

Maybe hold that question
until I'm done.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

We also found this.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-RALPH: What is it?

YUNIS: At first,
we thought it was semen,

but it's not.

Besides, semen doesn't do this.

-RALPH: The same stuff?
-They're 90 percent sure.

And there's more of it

-in other parts of the barn.
-Was anyone working there?

Maybe it's motor oil,
engine lubricant.

-They tested for that.
-How about livestock salve?

Um... Udder liniment?

-You know, bag balm?
-Tested for that, too.

-So, what is it?
-Well, they're still testing.

I think we should go and...

contact Howie Saloman,
Alec Pelley,

-bring them in on this.
-Why would we do that?

Just let them know
what's going on.

Yeah, but we don't know
what's going on.

Exactly, so... Yeah.

See if they have
any bright ideas.

(KEYS RATTLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

THERESA OGLETREE: Mrs. Maitland,
this is not your girls' fault

in the least,
please understand that.

But the kids in school...

There's a growing hostility
towards Maya and Jessa,

and I'm afraid that it's only
going to escalate.

Can't their teachers
protect them?

Can't you?

This is coming from
the parents as well.

So, they're being expelled?

-"Expelled" is the wrong word--
-Okay, well let me think.

How about we just say
they're on sabbatical?

Yes, I like that much better.

You have to understand
my position.

I do understand.

You have to look out for
the welfare of

all of the students and not just
the ones who are being

harassed and bullied. I get it.

I can help you find a school...

but I am afraid wherever

-the girls enrol--
-Got it.

Maybe you can consider
home schooling?

I can certainly help you
with that.

And mother to mother?

I think it's outrageous when
children have to pay

for the sins of a parent.

Sins?

My husband was innocent.

HOWIE SALOMAN:
What do you mean

the state lab
doesn't know what this shit is?

It's the state lab
for Christ's sake.

YUNIS: They're working on it.

ALEC PELLEY: And they're sure
all the prints are Terry's?

-The van and the buckle?
-YUNIS: They are.

HOWARD: Sounds to me like
you're still trying to nail him.

RALPH: No, Howard, we're just--

we're trying to get
to the bottom of this.

HOWARD: Who's "we," Anderson?
You're off the job now.

RALPH: Yeah, that's right.

Until I'm reinstated,
my time's my own.

HOWARD: So, now it's all about
getting justice for Terry, huh?

RALPH: Uh...
For Terry, for Frankie Peterson.

But, Howard,
I'm not gonna get to do that

for either of them.

If all I'm supposed to be doing
is crawling around on

broken glass, telling you
how grievously sorry I am

-for having possibly fucked up.
-HOWARD: "Possibly"?

RALPH: That's what I said.

HOWARD: You know,

Terry flew in and out of Dayton
with his family,

yet you're saying
those blurred prints

couldn't have been
anyone else's?

Because somebody else had to
have driven that van down here.

RALPH: Yeah,
that question is on the list.

YUNIS:
We asked for this meeting

because we're so deep
in the woods with this

that we figured four heads
would be better than two.

RALPH: You wanna see your guy
exonerated, then we need to find

the true actor here, because...

nobody else is gonna go through
all of this and frankly...

nothing less is gonna do.

HOWARD: Yes?

We gotta backtrack to Dayton.

Seems like that's where
this whole horror show started.

Somebody's gotta retrace every
step Maitland took.

I'd say...

re-interview Glory,
maybe even the kids, but...

Yeah, but they weren't
with Maitland around the clock.

-That's right.
-(RALPH INHALES DEEPLY)

I don't know.

I guess I could fly up there
for a couple of days myself,

but I don't think
that's enough time.

I have a State Police Homicide
conference in Atlanta tomorrow.

HOWARD:
How about sending Holly Gibney?

Holly Gibney.

Yeah, the one and only.

Shouldn't be too hard

to find where she parked
her spaceship these days.

(ALEC CHUCKLES)

-HOWARD: Chicago, right?
-ALEC: Yeah.

We get her on this,

there's nobody better
at retracing steps.

What's with the spaceship?

Well...

as an individual, she's...

She's what I would call
"unique."

HOLLY GIBNEY: Chevy Cavalier,
General Motors, produced...

1985 to 2005.

Reboot of Chevy Monza,
1975 to 1981.

BMW 3 Series, Grand Turismo,
four-cylinder model, 318D.

Produced 2013 to 2015...

Wow.

1966...

Renault Dauphin,

three-box,
four-door saloon model,

845cc engine, discontinued 1967.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

-Holly Gibney.
-Hey, Holly, it's Alec Pelley.

HOLLY: Hello, Alec Pelley.

ALEC:
Nice to hear your voice again.

HOLLY: It's nice to hear
your voice again, too.

ALEC: I guess I'll cut right
to the chase here, um...

A man was arrested down here
by local PD...

for the rape and murder
of an 11-year-old boy,

but...

there's still some question
as to whether

they collared the right guy.

And...

answering that involves
backchecking a trip

he made to Dayton Ohio
with his family in early March.

Does that, uh... That sound like
a piece of cake to you?

HOLLY:
Who was the arresting officer?

ALEC: Ralph Anderson.

HOLLY: Well, I'm not agreeing
to anything over the phone.

-ALEC: Okay... Why's that?
-Because the last time

I committed to a job that way,
it turned out that the man

who hired me had a swastika
tattooed on his forehead

and I didn't discover that

until I turned up at his house
with his runaway daughter.

So, if he wants me to be part
of his investigation,

-he has to see me face to face.
-Okay.

Well, I guess I can talk
to Howie,

maybe fly you down here.

HOLLY: Well, as you know,
I'm an aviophobic.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ALEC: You're what?

You're sitting in my seat.

ALEC: Hello?

MAN: Miss, do you see
the other stools.

You're okay where you are,
but you...

you're sitting in my seat.

Thank you.

ALEC: Holly? You still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

What was that you just
called yourself?

-I'm not flying.
-Okay.

(PHONE BEEPS)

-Okay.
-(PHONE BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER FROM TV)

RALPH: Oldest trick in the book.

HERB ZUCKER: What's that?

RALPH: (SCOFFS)
I know what you're doing, you...

(INHALES SHARPLY)

So, you have a bad actor
with you in the box, right?

And he thinks he's finished
answering all your questions,

all you gotta do is sit there.

Say nothing.

Before you know it,
he gets nervous,

starts talking and then
you got him,

because you got him going past
his rehearsed answers.

HERB: So...

how have you been spending your
time since our last session?

RALPH: Chores, mostly.

HERB: What kind of chores?

RALPH: You know, gardening,
yard work, cars.

I hear that physical activity
is its own kind of therapy.

How are things at home?

RALPH: Um...

-Home?
-With your wife?

Oh. (MURMURS)
We're good. We're always good.

I mean, you know...

There was a time,
you know, when...

Well, I guess, you know,
I wasn't so sure,

we were going to make it.
Maybe for...

about six months or so, but...

we made it and, uh, we're good.

What was going on?

Um... Losing a child.

Our only child.

And I guess that, uh...

something like that's either
going to...

bring you closer than you ever
been or, uh, it's gonna...

It's, uh...
It'll tear you apart and...

I've seen it happens both ways.

I'm sorry.

No, like I said,
we got through it.

We're good.

What was it like for you
when things were still rough?

(INAUDIBLE)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Maybe we could just keep it
about the things that actually

put me in this chair.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(DOG BARKING)

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY)

ALEC: You know,
the first game

my dad ever took me
to was at Wrigley.

1985, Cubbies-Mets.

Must have been towards the end
of the season somewhere, but...

after all these years

-who can remember the date.
-Did they win or lose?

Cubbies lost.

-September 26th.
-Mm. September 26th?

I wish I could remember
who was pitching.

Johnny Abrego started
for the Cubs,

but was knocked out
on the fourth.

He was relieved by Ron Meredith,
Steve Engel and Jay Baller.

Dwight Gooden,
on the other hand,

threw a complete game shutout
for the Mets.

(ALEC CHUCKLES)

Hello, Alec, who's your friend?

I'm gonna need the name
and address of the hotel

that the family
were staying in in Dayton.

-RALPH: It's in there.
-And the room number?

RALPH: I can get that for you.

I'm gonna need the location of
the parking lot

-and the restaurant.
-It's in there.

The hospital information
I can see...

(MUTTERS)
Father's medical records?

I need that.

No.

I need to find out who was
working in that wing...

the days of
the Maitlands' visits.

That's my job.

I'm gonna need a thousand
in cash, 20s and 50s,

all of which
will be accounted for,

and if I don't use it

you can just deduct it
from my fee.

-ALEC: That's no problem.
-Speaking of my fee,

-I'm gonna need half.
-That's no problem either.

-WAITER: Here you go.
-Done and done.

Insvekataj!

It-- It means, uh,
"For your health" in Lithuanian.

-RALPH: Oh, right.
-And then you say, "Insvekataj!"

-Right.
-Yeah.

Insvekataj.

Hey.

I-- I thought they screened
our mail for things like this.

Must have slipped through.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HOLLY: I have to say all these
contradicting eyewits,

videos and forensics,

sounds like your man has, uh,
a doppelgänger.

From the German, uh,
"double goer."

The myth is...
if it's a myth, is that, uh,

everyone in the world has, uh,
an identical double.

If you mean by that a twin,
we've already checked that out.

Not a twin. No, no, sir.
Um...

a non-biological double.

The Egyptians call it a "Ka,"
the Norwegians a "Vardoger,"

the Finns an "Etainen,"

-the Swiss a "Dark Uncle"--
-She likes history.

HOLLY:
My particular favorite is...

"Fetch," uh,
from the Old Irish.

(CHUCKLES)

Find that word quite fetching,
don't you?

What we're looking for is, uh...
is flesh and blood male biped.

(RALPH CLEARS THROAT)

My theory about the doppelgänger
is that it is, uh,

a primitive construct they used
to explain bi-polar disorder,

or schizophrenia, or just
the everyday struggle between

-the id and the super-ego--
-If it's a myth?

-What?
-You said, "if" it's a myth.

-Yes, I did.
-RALPH: Mm.

Because I have no, um...

tolerance for the unexplainable.

Well then, sir...

you'll have no tolerance for me.

Okay, here we go...

I can tell you what day

May 1st lands on
204 years from now

faster than
any computer on Earth.

I can look at a skyscraper for
two seconds from a speeding car

and tell you within six inches
how tall that building is.

And I can not only recite
the lyrics of every

rock and roll song written from
1954 to the present day,

but I can tell you which
Billboard chart position

they were in week to week
until it fell off completely,

but you know what?

I don't listen to music,
because I don't like it.

Heights make me throw up.

And if you ask me what date
it is today,

I have to look at a calendar.

-Now, all that's true, brother--
-When I was four years old

my parents took me to see
a psychiatrist to be examined.

That was what got
the ball rolling.

And, well, by the time
I was eight years old,

I had been tested,

uh, studied, uh, written about
and videoed by...

psychiatrists, behaviorists,

neuroscientists
and six different kinds

of interdisciplinary
socio-biologists,

and you know what they said?

"Fuck if I know."

So...

Mr. Anderson...

if I feel like using
the conditional "if"...

then "if" is the word,
mockingbird.

Your parents allowed them
to do that to you?

They were scared.

They thought the white coats
could cure me.

Cure you of being yourself?

I think I need to go upstairs.

-Can I help you with anything?
-HOLLY: I'm good.

You don't like to drink
that much,

but you did it to make me
feel comfortable.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(EXHALES CALMLY)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

(WINCES)

Honey, what's wrong?

You need to call that detective
that hurt my dad.

-Who? Ralph Anderson?
-I don't know his name.

-The sad-looking one.
-Why?

Because I have something
to tell him.

What do you have to tell him?

The man said to only tell him.

The man? What man?

What man, Jessa?

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

HOWARD: Hey, guys.

Can we talk out here first?

-This is my wife, Jeannie.
-I know who she is.

(RALPH CLEARS THROAT)

Thank you for coming by,

but it's just because
my daughter

had a bad dream involving you.

Oh, I'm--
I'm sorry to hear that.

And she thinks that she has

to tell you something
about the dream.

And my hope is if you come in
and let her...

that maybe it will help ease
her mind.

I need you to help ease
her mind, okay?

Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

RALPH:
That must have been a very...

scary dream, Jessa.

JESSA: It wasn't a dream.
I said that ten times!

GLORY: It was, my love.

If there was a man here,
he couldn't have gotten upstairs

without one of us seeing him.

Or hearing him.

You know, we have creaky stairs.

RALPH:
But what makes you so sure

that it wasn't a dream, Jessa?

Can you just do
what I asked you to do, please?

RALPH: Yeah.

Um...

But you know whatever it was,

you know there's no man
up there now, right?

Not now, but he said he wouldn't
come back

if I gave you the message.

Okay.

What's the message?

He said to tell you to stop.

Stop what?

He said if you don't stop,

something very bad
is going to... happen.

Did he say what kind of bad
thing was going to happen?

GLORY: Okay, time to go
upstairs. (CLEARS THROAT)

Come on. Come on.

Goddamnit, Ralph.
Thanks for nothing.

Glory, can I talk to you
for a second?

-Just the two of us?
-(GLORY SIGHS)

HOWARD: So how did you find
Holly Gibney?

Um... I found her unique.

-"Unique," he says.
-Mm.

She's a full-tilt
bull goose loony...

but she's damn good
at what she does.

You'll see.

When our son Derek
was Jessa's age,

he used to have
a lot of nightmares.

And Ralph and I,
we discovered that...

just saying,
"Oh, it's a bad dream,"

didn't really help him
very much.

In fact, it usually made him
more agitated.

Your point?

But if we tried to see it
through his eyes,

if we took it as seriously
as he did,

you know,
and asked him details about it

or his thoughts about
what it all meant,

a lot of the times he would
end up convincing himself

that it was just nothing more
than a crappy dream.

Either that,
or he'd end up so bored

by our little debriefing session
that he'd fall back asleep,

just to get us out
of the room.

So, my point...

telling you this is just...

maybe it's not so terrible if...

Can you just let Ralph keep
asking Jessa about her dream?

No.

But you can.

JEANNIE: So, Jessa...

this man that you saw, can you
tell me what he looked like?

JESSA: Better.

-JEANNIE: Better than...
-JESSA: The other times.

How many times have
you seen him?

-Four.
-GLORY: Oh, honey.

The first time he looked
like daddy but wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought you would
start crying again,

and I didn't want you to.

JEANNIE: He looked like
your daddy, but he wasn't?

His skin was wrong.
And he was mean.

JEANNIE: How was he mean?

He was trying to make me cry.

What a jerk.
How about the second time?

The second time

he looked just a little bit
like my daddy, but...

messy.

Messy?
You mean like his clothes?

His face. It was blurry.
Like someone tried to erase it.

And did he say anything to you
that time?

Just more mean stuff.

And then you saw him again
last night?

Yeah,
but he wasn't blurry anymore.

Right, you said he was better,
but did he still

look like your daddy?

No way.

This time...

he was more muscly
here and here...

and he looked inky.

Inky?

I'm tired. I don't want to
answer anymore.

Okay, well, now that you gave
Mr. Anderson the message

I don't think he's ever
coming back, do you?

-He said he wouldn't.
-And if he does,

tell him to bug off.

Tell him, if he has a message
he wants to give me,

he can give it to me himself.
Okay, Jessa?

I don't think you want that.

You remember, honey,

that he can't hurt you,
so you don't have to be scared.

JESSA:
He doesn't make me scared,

he makes me angry.

I think you're the one
who's supposed to be scared.

RALPH: Mm.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

GLORY: Okay, guys.

Grab your jackets.

I wanna be done by the time
Daddy gets back

from visiting Grandpa.

-MAYA: Mom?
-GLORY: Yes.

I made you a picture.

JESSA: Momma...

I made a new picture for Daddy.

A baseball man.

GLORY: Nice.

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ (COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYS ON STEREO) ♪

Your car get towed?

No, I'm just looking
for the person

who's in charge
of mall security.

That would be me.

One of my people

decided to use a Taser
on her husband last night,

they've been going
through a rough patch,

so it left me
shorthanded for today.

Now that you've got me,
how can I help you?

ANDY KATCAVAGE:
What dates were you looking for?

HOLLY:
March 6th to the 11th.

(ANDY MUTTERS)

That's six weeks ago.

We scrub the surveillance
cameras in this parking lot

-once every five days.
-Figured as much.

Thought I'd take a shot.

Have you checked
with the Traffic Division?

HOLLY:
It was never reported stolen.

ANDY: Oh.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, you can't park there.

There's two spots, right there.

Thank you.

I can, uh...

I can ask my buddy over
at the impound yard,

see if it turned up over there?

The van was in the custody
of Cherokee City PD.

I was hoping I could get eyes
on the individual

who might have
taken it from here to there.

Sorry. Can I ask why
Cherokee City PD?

It was used to abduct a child
who was subsequently murdered.

In any event,
thank you for your help.

You're a PI?

Yes, I am.

Would you like to see
my license?

No, that's okay.

But do you have a business card?

Oh, here.
Here, I'll-- I'll trade you.

You know...

if there's anything else
I can help you with just...

make sure to reach out, okay?

♪ (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

REYNARD: Mm.

My great grandmother handles
her oil better than this dude.

NATHAN: (CHUCKLES)
Wait for it. Wait for it...

(GROANS)

REYNARD: (LAUGHS) Boom!
Ha! Pay up, fucker.

NATHAN: (MUTTERS)
Tss! Piece of shit.

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER PA)

Jack...

Come on, man,
let's get you some fresh air.

(SCREAMS)

-Goddamnit!
-I ain't touch him.

(JACK GROANS)

REYNARD: I know. I know.

Hey, Jack,
I didn't touch you, man.

JACK: Please, please.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(WHISPERS) I'll do anything,
just make it stop.

Just make it stop.

(EXHALES) Please.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, hey. Hi, Glory.

Hi, sorry for just...

showing up like this...

I just, um...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-Yeah, come in.
-Thank you.

Yeah, thanks. I wanted to...

check in on you, you know,

see how you were doing
after yesterday.

I'm all right.

And Jessa?

She slept through the night.

Oh, excellent.

Good.

I don't have an agenda
coming here,

I really did just wanna
check in on you and the girls.

It was funny yesterday,
you and Jessa.

Funny?

Yeah, it reminded me of...

Maya...

my oldest, when she...

she couldn't have been
more than seven.

She went to a friend's house
for a play date,

and that girl's older brother
made them watch...

a DVD of a horror movie.
Leprechaun.

-Man, I wanted to kill that kid.
-I bet.

And Maya came home
and she was convinced...

that there was a leprechaun
hiding somewhere in the house...

waiting to get her.

And I remember trying
to convince her that

leprechauns don't exist,
but she wasn't buying it.

And then Terry had a go.

And do you know what he said?

What?

He said, "Well, yes, leprechauns
exist but they only live

in Ireland and they're forbidden
to leave the country."

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And she said, "Oh, okay, good."
And then that was that.

(SIGHS)

He was such a good dad.

(SOBS)

He really was.

(GLORY SNIFFLES)

How do you live with it,
Jeannie?

(GLORY SNIFFS)

I really need to know.

Well, yeah, it's impossible.

ANGELA KELLY: Hey there,
how can I help you?

HOLLY: Um, I'm here to visit,
uh, Peter Maitland.

ANGELA: Okay,
are you a member of the family?

HOLLY:
I'm a friend of the family.

ANGELA: Uh, I'm sorry
that won't do. LSC policy.

HOLLY: Can I ask how he's doing?

ANGELA: Uh, I cannot give out
that information. Melanie?

When I was very young,

he and my father
were best friends,

and when my parents died,
he and his wife took me in

and raised me as their own.

Also, I drove here
all the way from Chicago.

ANGELA: I'm sorry, I--
I still can't let you up there.

and even if I could,
I have to tell you,

he wouldn't recognize you.

I mean,
he's been going downhill...

rather fast recently, and...

when Alzheimer's is involved,

-they usually--
-How recent?

I would say
in the last month or so.

Early March. Um...

Did something particular
happen back then?

And here I was thinking

I had seen the last
of you people.

HOLLY: Uh, what people?

Fine, play me for a fool.
Reporters, honey, reporters.

-I'm not a reporter.
-Of course not.

Pete Maitland's just the prince
who raised you

as one of his own children.

I need you to turn around
and exit this building.

And if you won't,
I'll have you escorted out.

-I'm-- I'm not a reporter.
-If you say so.

Nonetheless, if you want to see
that old man you will have to

come back with his son
and have him vouch for you.

Come back with Terry Maitland?

ANGELA:
You know, and here's the thing:

Even if I had fallen
for your story

I-- I don't know what you think
you could squeeze out

of that poor man.
Ask the detectives,

they tried talking
to him for weeks.

Talk to him about what?

-Please make sure she leaves.
-I'm going.

(PHONE DIALS)

-RALPH: Hello?
-Holly Gibney.

Ah! Well, hello there,
Holly Gibney.

I don't know who I'm supposed to
report to:

you, Alec or Howard Saloman.

RALPH: Um... You know what,
any of us is fine.

HOLLY: I spoke to the woman at
the center's reception desk.

She wouldn't let me see
Maitland's father,

because she thought
I was a reporter.

Apparently,
a bunch of reporters

showed up about a month ago.
Detectives, too.

Ah, I thought it was
in regards to Terry,

because that was
more or less

the time that the family
was there last time.

But she didn't even know
he was dead.

RALPH: Well, you know,
Cherokee City isn't exactly

the center of the universe,
so--

That being said,

whatever did happen, the cops
wanted to speak to the old man

as part of the investigation.

You'll be looking into that?

HOLLY: Of course.
That's what I'm here for.

Um... Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to tell you your job.

HOLLY: I know I could've waited
to call until I had more

hard information.

No, no that's fine.

It's just...

sometimes...

every once in a while, I like to
hear the voice of someone

who's on my side.

I'll call when I have something

with a little more meat
on its bones.

-RALPH: Sure.
-(PHONE BEEPS)

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(CELL DOOR UNLOCKS IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

No.

You don't get to do this.

Fuck you, I don't.

(CELL DOOR CLOSES)

JACK: Whatever you need
me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(CLOCK TICKING)

(BELL TOLLS)

-(TICKING RAPIDLY)
-(GLASS SHATTERS)

♪ (WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH) ♪

HOLLY GIBNEY:
Sleep, child.

♪ (SINGING CONTINUES) ♪

Sleep, now.

(SIREN WAILING)

Somewhere on one of those tapes,
there might be

a real game changer.

(CLOCK TICKING)

It wasn't him, you know.

(TICKING RAPIDLY)

WOMAN: This day and age,
we find it so difficult

to believe in anything
that we can't explain.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪