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Tell me more.
You tell me more about those eggs.

Let me show you.
Let me show you right here. All the way.

And then... Watch, this is...
This is the beauty of it, okay?

All right.

You're dipping it in... in... in...
In the eggs.

What you think about
them pancakes?

- I just like extra syrup.
- Mm-hm.

I like
all kinds of syrup, you know.

You have to have a perfect
syrup to pancake consistency.

Yeah.

Morning. Check your emails.

I just sent you a few articles.
There was a similar, uh,

a child killing. Two sisters.

The suspect killed himself
in prison

and his name
was Heath Hofstadter.

He worked at
the Landon Senior Center

where Terry Maitland's
father lived.

In fact, the old man
was one of his charges.

Um...

Maybe that was why the police
wanted to speak to him.

Don't you think?

Yeah, could be.

I don't think
I'm going to be getting back

into that building
after what happened yesterday,

but there's more than
one way to skin a cat.

Where are you going
with all of this?

Wherever this takes me. Just...

- Just look at what I sent you.
- Yeah, okay.

I'm doing that now. I'll call you
back when I have more information.

- I thought you were a man.
- I can't see.

Well, that's why they call it
pepper spray.

Did you follow me from work?

I... I did. Uh... Uh... Please.
Can... Can you help me?

- What with?
- My eyes.

Is English
not your native tongue?

I told you I'm not talking
to reporters.

I'm not a reporter!
I'm a private investigator.

- Please. I think I'm going blind.
- Oh, my God.

- Do you have any identification?
- Ah! Right side, back pocket.

Get your hands away
from your face.

Rubbing just makes it worse.

You have a nice home.

It's called
post-divorce piss-poor modern.

So, tell me what you want
to know about Heath.

You were working with him?

For five years.

The papers say
that he claimed to have been

on vacation at the time
of the murders.

Yeah, he had that week off.

Told me he was going up
to his mom's place

up in Regis, which he probably
did for a little while,

but that didn't stop him
from coming back down

to check on his peeps.

That's what he called
his charges, his "peeps."

And, then I guess...

You all right?

No, I am not all right.

I know they supposedly
found his DNA on the bodies

and his fingerprints everywhere,
but...

five years, 40 hours a week...

that is a long time to work
with someone

and not sense something.

Not that this'll be
of any comfort to you,

but there's always been killers
like that.

Leading double lives for years
until, finally, they get caught.

And, when they do,
their kids and their wives

say, "We had no idea."

- You're right.
- Right about?

It's not very comforting.

What was Heath like on the day
he came into work?

Strange.

You know, number one,
if I had a week off

from that place,
you wouldn't be able to find me

with a heat-seeking drone.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Are you out of your mind?

And he said?

And that was strange part two,

'cause Heath is normally
a chatty Cathy,

but that day he gave me
a polite smile,

like I was some stranger.

- What day was that?
- March 6th.

You sure?

I know, because I had
a dentist appointment

that morning and it made me
late for work.

Did Mr. Maitland know Heath?

I mean, as much as that old man

can know anybody.

Heath worked the odd-numbered
suites on the B wing

and Maitland's in B5.

Did Heath have
any dealings with him that day?

He must have.

The reason I say this is because
one of the janitors

said he saw him come out
of Peter's suite.

Why would the janitor
go out of his way

to mention that?

You wanna know
something else that bugs me?

The cops say that they have
witnesses who spotted Heath

nosing around up in Trotwood,
where the girls were found

the day they were snatched,
but other folks came forward

and said that they saw him
with his mom up in Regis

on the exact same day.

I mean, I guess he could go
from one place to the other

and back, but...
What does his mother say?

Ernestine?

Makes a mom proud, huh?

That poor woman said
her son never left her side

that whole week.

And, while I know
that that's not true,

because I saw him at work
that day...

I heard that after
Heath's arrest,

the police were interested
in talking to Mr. Maitland.

Do you know why?

You would have to ask them.

I appreciate you giving me
your time.

Tolliver Academy in Baltimore?

I taught
language arts and mathematics

to fifth and sixth grade
students for three years

- up there.
- But no references?

It's hard
to get references from a place

that went belly up

after the dean
and half of its trustees

- went to jail for embezzlement.
- I can imagine.

After I moved back to Georgia

to take care of my mother,

I realized that
becoming a home-school tutor

would be
a lot more personally rewarding,

instead of teaching
30 students at a clip.

I see you received
those references.

Mm-hm. I did. I did.
All these families.

They couldn't have been
more satisfied with you.

I love kids and I love my work.

Tennessee, Mississippi, Florida.

I go where the work is.

But why are all three envelopes
post-marked in Atlanta?

What?

- Three years teaching math?
- And language arts.

- And language arts.
- Mm-hm.

Can you solve that for me?

You think you're the only person

who's tried
to come in here like this?

- I don't understand.
- What are you?

Some kind of reporter
for the tabs?

- Blogger? A vee-logger?
- Glory Maitland, I just wanna

- spend a little bit of time...
- Vlogger. Gloggler.

- With you and the kids to write a sympathetic...
- Whatever the hell they call it.

- It's a very...
- Get out of my house!

- I'm trying to help you and your family.
- Get...

Don't you want people
to know the true story?

Because I'm ready to tell it
for you.

Come here. Fuck!

That's Terry Maitland's wife.

Wow.

Screw them. You have every right
to live your life.

Okay. I should go home.

No. You're not going anywhere.

Here, look, this'll help.

Gotta hand it to you,
Mrs. Maitland.

You got some brass showin'
your face in here.

Excuse me?

Where are your kids tonight?

I hope you didn't leave 'em
home alone.

You fuck off, Rayford.

'Cause you never know,

someone might wanna
even the score.

Are you threatening her?

- Howard!
- Easy, old man.

- You step back.
- Get the fuck off me!

Okay. Pay your tab
and don't you come back, okay?

You got a big mouth on you.
You're gonna walk outta here.

You're gonna pay your tab
and if you even

glance back at her,
I'll tear you apart.

Sir, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right.
- Easy.

Yeah, just give me
a second. Thank you, guys.

Jesus.

I'm so sorry.
She could've blinded you.

I'm fine.

Did she at least
give you anything

worth the trouble?

She confirmed
that Heath Hofstadter

did work there
and with Terry's father.

In fact, Hofstadter literally
bumped into Terry the day

that he visited Peter.
The both of them slipped

on a wet floor outside
the old man's room

and took each other down.

The facility was worried about
a lawsuit, but Terry was fine.

Because, um, you know,
Maitland's wife and daughter,

they said the same thing.
Terry bumped into some nurse

and, um, the guy scratched him.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. So, anything else?

Just one thing. On the day
that they had the spill

- at the hospital.
- Yeah?

Heath wasn't supposed
to be there.

He went out of his way
to come in on a day he had off.

And that would've been
March 6th,

the day after the Williams
sisters were found dead.

Okay.

Talk later.

This time, I'd like to read

from the Book of Samuel,
chapter three.

Ralph.
How's the homicide conference?

I'm too old for school, man.

Kept falling asleep
in the lectures.

Listen, I was just
talking to Holly Gibney.

And I, um... I need
to take a look at the footage

of Terry Maitland from
the day of the murder.

It went to your office.
Can you help?

You know the drill here, man.
That's a tricky request.

I appreciate that, Yune,
but I would never ask you

if I didn't think that
somewhere on one of those tapes

there might be a real
game changer.

No. We have another angle
here, right?

Will you go to that, please?

Anything?

No. Now, go back
to the strip club tape, please.

Who'd you say you were again?

Just do what he says, Wayne.

Okay, we can move
to the next piece.

I have a staff meeting
in five minutes.

Yeah, no problem. Thanks.
Play it again.

You okay here, Wayne?

Hi, Peter.

Do you have something
I could put these in?

- My name is...
- I know who you are.

- You don't have to tell me.
- Well, that's good.

I wanted to ask you
a few questions

about Heath Hofstadter.

Yeah, I remember you.

You were playing cards

with my grandmother
in St. Louis.

You had four jacks.
She had four queens.

The look on your face.

The last time you saw Heath,
do you remember...

I bet your husband
gave you a sharp smack...

that night, am I right?

Did Heath, uh, talk to you about
what was happening to him...

I told my wife
the bedroom was too cold.

So, what does she do?
She set fire to the bed.

It wasn't him, you know?

Wasn't who?

You know.

He really did fool
all of you, didn't he?

Turn the heat back on
and then get it boiling.

- Mm-hm. There we go.
- That's good, right?

Wow. That's looking good.
Yummy, yummy.

Now, I take the eggs
and I'm gonna go ahead

- and remove the yolks.
- Yeah, that's tricky.

I'm gonna take
these egg whites...

Just play the strip club again
one more time, but slow it down.

Show it to me
from the other angle.

Frame by frame this time.

Okay. Can you blow that up?

More. You got any more there?

Okay. Freeze it.

Can you blow that up
on the hands?

Does that look like
he's being scratched to you?

Thank you. Next.

Thanks for seeing me.

You know, we've got to stop
meeting like this.

Why do people
have to tell jokes?

I've never understood that.

Is this about your car thief
or your child killer?

Alleged child killer.
And yours, Heath Hofstadter.

Hofstadter? That isn't mine.
That would've been two years ago

when I was still
working homicide.

I thought you were an ex-cop?

Ex-detective, thank you.
Fifteen years in.

I'm trying to get
to the specifics

of a case they had against him.

Hofstadter? Why?

Because I'm starting to think
there's a connection

between the two men.

Well, good luck with that.

The DA's office
won't let you off the elevator

and the squad
ain't gonna tell you jack.

Will they tell you?

- I could talk to some people.
- That would be great.

But only if you go out
to dinner with me.

I'm sorry, what?

You know, so that we can talk
about whatever I find

in a... in a... in a less...
I mean, in a... in a more

conducive setting to talk.
Or we could talk here. Or...

Here's fine. Either way.

A restaurant's fine.

Holly. May I call you Holly?

There's only one thing
that you need to know about me.

I have the strength of ten,
because my heart is pure.

- Here you are, sir.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Insvekataj.

Insvekataj. Are you...
Are you kidding me?

Where... Where are your...
Your people from?

My father was from Trinidad.

Well, so, wait, how did he...

He wound up teaching high school
in a coal patch in Pennsylvania.

Anthracite or Bituminous?

Anthracite, the blue coal
burns hotter, burns cleaner.

All right, let me guess, uh...
Carbon County?

Schuylkill. I had a bunch
of friends who were Litzis

and their parents would call me
"the tamsus."

"The dark one"?

I didn't mind it.

So, how did you wind up
in Chicago?

I needed to start over.

Why'd you need to start over?
Uh... I'm sorry, that's not...

Because my mother died.

And before that, I had...
I had to stay.

You were taking care of her?

She was taking care of me.

- So.
- So.

Uh... Peter Maitland?

So, okay. So, when the state
investigators found out

that Hofstadter had been
back to work, uh,

one of the days
after the murders...

they searched every suite
that he might've visited.

Which one is Peter Maitland?

- He is.
- A day later...

I need to talk to him.

They had a DNA match
with one of the girls.

But that alone wasn't enough
to seal a conviction.

- Well, what did?
- Oh, he was all over the bodies.

Saliva, blood, skin cells,
and then came the kicker.

Makes a mom proud, huh?

They thought at first
it might've been.

Heath's younger brother, Aaron.

He had just got out of rehab
a week before,

but the DNA came back,
wasn't a match.

So, where's Aaron now?

Nowhere.

He OD'ed.

You wouldn't believe the fallout
of those two families.

I mean, first,
was Hofstadter's mother...

then his brother...

those poor Williams sisters...

Their grandfather had
a fatal stroke that same day.

Their mother tried to poison
herself a few days after.

Uh... She was on life support
for about a month.

They finally decided
to pull the plug.

It was like a plague.

You know what we forgot to do?

- What?
- Order.

Well, I'm not hungry.

How about another Coke?

No, uh, double Jack up
with a water back.

- I'll have the same.
- Yes, sir. Right away.

See that girl in the blue hair?

I went to high school
with her dad.

Gerard Coover, played football,
and man did that guy

like to put a hurt on people.

Anything I can do for you,
Detective?

How you been? You been okay?

Ralph...

is this what
the cops call "a friendly chat"?

'Cause I've had friendly chats
before and they never seem

to end as friendly
as they start.

I'm not here to jam you up.
Just relax.

All right, then.
Well, give me a minute.

There, I'm so goddamn relaxed
right now,

I might just pass out.

Hey, you remember that night,
when... when Terry Maitland

came in here all covered up
in... in blood?

He scratched you on your wrist.

He did?

Why you asking?

I'm just following
a few things up.

So, do you remember anything
about that night

since we talked? Anything else?

Yeah. I mean, he was only
in here for a few minutes.

I already told you everything
I know.

- Okay. Have a good night.
- Good night.

That was pretty good.

Okay, all right, that one.

Six hundred and ten feet,
give or take a foot or two.

And that one?

Five hundred and forty-five.

- Give or take?
- Exact.

- What about you?
- What about me?

How tall are you?

I have no idea.

- Well, what about me?
- Six-foot-one... and a half.

You feel like grabbing
a nightcap at the bar?

No. I can't. I have to work.
Believe it or not.

No problem. Some other time.

Man comes here from Georgia,
bumps into someone who's accused

- of killing two children...
- Okay.

Goes back to Georgia,
and four weeks later

is accused of a crime
just like it.

These men,
they knew each other beforehand?

I doubt it.

Maybe he caught something
from the first guy.

Can't catch murder.
It's not a virus.

No, it isn't, but, um...
if it was a virus,

you'd have to ask yourself,
how did the first guy catch it?

You know, who gave it to him?

Because that's
one hell of a bug.

Can I get a coffee to go?

It's called a telephone.

Sorry, sometimes my brain
skips a step.

Um... I just wanted to ask,
did Heath take any trips

this last year?

Anything that would've taken
him out of state?

I mean, I don't know, uh...
first thing that comes to mind

is New York City for a few days
back in February.

When he got back,
did he tell you about the trip?

Yeah, just about how expensive
everything was.

- Did he say where he stayed?
- A hotel, I imagine.

Uh... Did he mention
where he went, what he saw?

I mean, if he did,
I can't remember

having never been there.

Um, you two are friends.
Uh, did he bring you back

a souvenir, a gift, a trinket?

- He mailed me a postcard.
- Do you still have it?

There you are.

Are you gonna tell me
what this is about?

I need to go to New York City.

Holly?

I need to go to New York City.

Why is that?

Uh... I found another
quote, unquote, child killer

who uh, crossed paths
with Heath Hofstadter

at the hotel he was staying at
where she worked.

- She?
- Maria Caneles.

She was covered by DNA evidence,

eyewitness accounts,
and I just need 36 hours.

What do you hope to find there?

Her. Hofstadter's dead,
Maitland's dead,

Maria is alive.

Do you have a location for her?

Rikers Island, awaiting trial.

Her lawyer arranged
for me to visit.

I could be there talking
with her by this afternoon.

Okay, I'm gonna
call Howie; He covers expenses.

Okay.

Attention, everybody!

What I have in my hands here

are invitations to my party
at my house celebrating

the christening of my son,
Master Jerome Parrish Collins.

Dress code is semi-classy,
so nothing you would wear

to go bowling in
or to kill an animal.

And gifts are welcome,
as long as it's not clothes

with cute words on them.

Are you mad at me or something?

What?

I was just standing there
talking at the top of my lungs.

You didn't even look my way.

Oh, I'm sorry. This fucking
arrest report's got me.

Driving me up the wall.

- It's not even filled out.
- I mean, I'm working on it.

You've been staring
at that thing since I got here.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Jack.
- No, I'm just hungover.

If you don't make it
to my baby party...

I'll be there.

I will be there. Guaranteed.

Nana Gracie.

It's gonna be okay.

- Ma'am we're here.
- Just give me a minute.

I'm blocking the lane.

I understand. Just...

Miss, please,
I can't get another ticket.

Hey, Ralph. It's Don.

We have a kid just walked in,
says he needs to talk to you.

He won't give me his real name.

Okay, what you want me
to do with him?

Give me Howie's address,
I'll make sure he gets there.

Hey, you would think judge...
The giant judge...

- Hey.
- Hey.

When are you gonna
take me out dancing?

Wait a minute.
He can't dance.

- No?
- I'm the brother with the moves.

- Oh!
- You wanna go with me.

Brother, come one.
Forget dancing.

How about I take you out
for a nice lobster dinner

and maybe afterwards
we go shopping, huh?

- Shopping for a wedding ring?
- Whoa.

Maybe. All right.
Don't tease me.

I won't tease you.

- I'm in love.
- You can't afford a ring.

Don't tell her that.

Keep it moving, ladies.

Report to
the visitors' entrance...

You first.

My name's Holly Gibney.

I hear you're some kind
of investigator from Michigan.

That I got.

Ohio, well, Chicago. Working
on a murder in Ohio. Dayton.

My lawyer said you know
something about me and that boy

I never touched, never met,
never saw a day in my life.

- I might.
- You might?

Jesus Christ, I would set myself
on fire before I hurt a child.

- Is he...
- No.

Do you recognize him?

- Maybe.
- He was staying at a hotel

you were working at in February.

So were a dozen other people.

He said he met a girl.

- Was it you?
- I worked the lounge.

You know how many guys hit on me
a night?

Just look again.

Take your time.

I don't know.
There was this one guy.

He looks kinda like him.
He kept trying to get me

to go out with him.
You know, like the kinda guy

that keeps going at it
until you wanna beg for mercy.

So, I told him I would meet him
for breakfast

just to get him to stop asking.
I'm not even into guys.

Next morning, I changed my mind,
blew him off.

For all I know,
he's still sitting there,

waiting for me to show up.

- Why, what about him?
- His name is Heath Hofstadter.

He was arrested for the torture
and murder of two young girls...

in Ohio, last month.

What's that got to do with me?

He didn't do it.
He was innocent.

Everyone in this goddam place
is innocent. Just ask.

No. He was innocent like you.
They found his DNA on the bodies

just like they found yours
on the boy,

and there were witnesses
who put him with the girls

just like they were witnesses
who fingered you.

Then how is he innocent?

Because just like you,
there were other witnesses

who placed him in another town
the day of the murders.

Yeah, I was in Newark
with my cousin,

she took video and everything.
They didn't care.

He had no criminal record.
No psychiatric history.

Until he was arrested,
not one of them had a clue

that he could do such a thing.

You ask anyone in the PJs
about me,

I never missed a day of work
or a day of school.

I went to St. Raymonds
with my grandma

every week right up until
the day I was arrested.

I didn't kill that poor boy.
I didn't kill anybody.

I am in this place because,
for some reason,

God wants me here.
It's not for me or anybody else

to know his will, but as long
as I keep him close...

You said "was."
What happened to him? He dead?

He killed himself in prison.

My grandma thought
something like that

was gonna happen to me too.
When I first got here,

these women around here
tried to get at me.

But I grew up with
five brothers, three uncles,

and one father,
and none of them was angels,

so... these bitches learned
real quick to leave me be.

You know about what happened
to my uncle and my father?

You're family
with Maria Caneles?

- She's my daughter.
- My niece.

I'm the grandfather
of the little boy she killed.

They wouldn't even let me
go to the funeral.

I know.

I'm innocent,
just like they were.

I know that, too.

Look, I can't tell you anything
else about this guy

'cause I never saw him again,
but...

if what happened to me

happened to him,
then you are right,

- he didn't do it.
- Do you have any idea who did?

Let's go. Let's wrap it up.

You know, don't you?

If I say his name,
they will send me

right from here
to a mental hospital.

Maria, please let me help you.

You can't help me. No one can.

Because what he does
can never be undone.

I came here
because I lied to you

the last time we talked,
and it's been bothering me

- ever since.
- Okay. You lied to us about...

I knew that parking lot
because I left the van there.

Okay.

And I didn't tell you
about the man who took it.

Okay.

- I was too scared to tell you.
- Scared of being in trouble?

No, I was scared of him.

He caught me looking at him
and I was afraid

he'd do something to me.

Did he say anything to you?
Run after you?

He didn't have to.

Hey, Merlin,

can you describe
what he looked like, or...

Um... You could, um...
could try to draw him.

How's that? Care to try that?
Okay. Good man.

You should listen to her.

Maria Caneles?

Whatever her name is.
You can't help her.

You don't even know her.

Doesn't matter. I heard
what she was trying to tell you

and I thought maybe you needed
some help to understand it.

What I do know
is that Maria is innocent. Why?

Because there are two others...

- Holly! Do you believe in God?
- Of course.

- He's the explanation.
- Explanation for what?

For, uh, everything in this
world that ever happened to me

that I don't understand,
that I never will.

- And the devil?
- What about him?

Do you believe he exists?

Well, if I believe in God,
I guess I do.

Well, no, I definitely do.

- One devil or many?
- Many.

Right. How do I know you're not
one of them?

A devil? Um... Uh...

Do you need to see
my driver's license?

When you were a child,
who were you told would come

for you if you misbehaved,
if you didn't go to sleep?

Uh... Jumbee.
My great grandmother was from...

The old country.
For me, in Cuba,

I was told El Cuco would come.
My grandmother,

when she was a child,
was told the same.

Her grandmother,
before they left Spain,

was told the same.

Back, and back,
and back it goes.

El Cuco?

Uh... Sleep child, sleep now...

El Cuco, Jumbee,
met an old Russian woman once

who called hers Baba Yaga.

- Uh... The Boogeyman.
- If you like.

All the old cultures,
we had the bad habit

of turning truth
into fairy tales.

When we tell our children
about El Cuco, we say,

"If you misbehave, it'll take
you away and eat you."

What we should tell them is,

"It doesn't matter either way;
It takes what it wants."

You... You keep saying "it."

It can look like a person
if it needs to be, but it's not.

It's not?

This day and age,

we find it so difficult
to believe in anything

that we can't explain.

- Not me.
- Not you?

The woman you visited...

I heard her say that her father
and uncle were killed.

Was this before or after
the child was murdered?

A few weeks after
she was arrested.

And the little boy,
who else in his family has died

- since they found him?
- His mother.

Why?

Because it is also known
as El Glotón Para Dolor.

The Grief Eater.
It takes the child itself.

But after, it likes to linger,

because it craves the pain
of the ones left behind.

If the child is its meal,
the suffering of the family

is its dessert.

I'm not a good drawer,
but here you go.

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What?

What?!

What is happening to me?!

Heath Hofstadter
never laid a hand

on those girls.

And... And Terry Maitland
didn't go near that boy.

If you give me a chance
to come on board,

I'll show you
what an asset I could be.

What can you tell me
about the barn that night?

Okay,
so tell me what I'm looking at.

- Looking for.
- For.

Looking for.
What am I looking for?

- Hiding places.
- For who?

Could be a who.
More likely, a what.

I think you should drop
the investigation.