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Hello?

-Saline lock her line.

Discharge once meds are delivered.

Have the newbie do it.

Where is everyone?

We, uh, went out after work.

You sure you want my job?

I didn't know Emergency did delivery.

Real charmer of a patient had these brought in.

Apparently the guy owns a bakery.

- He wants extra good care. Does he want a red carpet?

What he wants is to survive your charm.

Patient is an emergency appendectomy.

- Sounds like a real charmer. - I'll handle it.

Where is my team?

- Yay. - Happy birthday.

-Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

Happy day that we are not supposed to talk about.

First order of business, cake.

It is not the favorite of an unnamed person

who we are not celebrating.

- It just happens to be here. - Cake happens.

You better not enjoy it.

Okay. Assignments for today.

It's right over here.

Don't run.

Don't run.

Thanks.

Hi, I'm Sarah. I'll be your nurse for tonight.

You're in recovery.

Your appendectomy was successful.

How are you feeling?

You're making my heartbeat faster.

How are you feeling, Mr. Penson?

Well, I need CPR.

- You're taking my breath away. - You got these memorized?

That's funny.

How are you feeling?

Funny.

Okay.

I'll tell you one, if you give me a straight answer.

I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me.

I'm feeling numb.

It'll wear off. Are you comfortable?

Need to get back.

Oh, I heard you have a bakery.

- My important work. - And what's that?

I bury them.

- What do you bury? -Scraps.

Behind St. Agatha.

Barn.

Old Elsby Sawmill.

After I take the ear, they know they're going to die.

Oh, they beg for it.

The way they smile at me walking down the street,

they say hi.

I feel this burning, craving.

I know I'm going to kill them.

Sounds like you watched a scary movie.

I split the bodies.

Scraps.

Teeth go down the toilet.

Mr. Penson.

Mr. Penson.

Let go.

Let go! Let go, now.

Hey.

One of my patients just confessed to murdering people.

- Which one? - Bed eight.

35-year-old male. Appendectomy.

He on happy juice?

Yesterday, a patient confessed to assassinating Lincoln.

And another one to killing all the cookies in the kitchen.

It's nonsense, Sarah.

You know that. It's just drug gobbledygook.

He probably watched a horror movie last night.

You okay?

Solid as a rock.

- And we go together. - Yeah.

And then, after that...

MOVIE NARRATOR: A miasma of madness

hides the one who delivers death.

One who walks with silent tread,

and strikes with ruthless force.

Is it the mother demented by grief,

or the attentive daughter-in-law,

whose voice is soothingly hypnotic?

Look what the shift change blew in.

I don't know if you remember me, but last night...

Nurse Sarah.

How could I forget?

How are you feeling today?

Oh, I'd feel better...

if you promised to visit me at my bakery sometime.

Sure.

Sorry if I was a handful yesterday.

Not at all.

I want to treat you to a dessert flight

as a thank you.

- It's my job. - Oh, I'll take that as a yes.

Did I embarrass myself yesterday?

You'd tell me, right?

You did have a lot of cheesy pick-up lines.

I am so sorry.

But I do have more.

Did I talk about my work?

My bakery?

I... I just talk about it way too much. I...

You were creepy as hell.

You said something about a barn, I think.

St. Agatha.

A sawmill.

Real freaky stuff, man.

You were mumbling like that girl from The Exorcist.

I... I've just been watching these true crime shows.

I think they're giving me nightmares.

I really need to stop. Sarah, please.

Save me from myself.

What shows do you watch?

All of them.

Sarah, team huddle, please.

I'll be right back.

No, come on.

So...

what true crime shows do you watch?

I need a volunteer to float to Emergency tonight.

You know, we are all short-staffed,

and we've gotta step up.

I'll do it.

Okay, I will reassign your patients.

- I'm here to float for tonight. - Welcome back.

Can you take 'em down for me, log 'em first?

I got it.

I'm stuck!

I'm stuck!

Hello?

I'm stuck!

Sorry.

Oh. Oh!

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God, you're so cold. What happened?

I got... I got locked inside. Someone locked it.

- There is no lock. - I... I was stuck.

- Did you slam it too hard? - No, no, no.

I left it open. I know someone locked it.

We'll get someone else to float.

No, no, no, I'm good to go. No, Tammy, I'm fine to go.

No, no, it's not your fault, Sarah, okay?

I just don't want to seem fragile.

No one thinks that.

Allison does.

Is this about the Charge Nurse opening?

You know, you never told me what happened.

I mean, I heard, but...

Yeah, so...

These patients came in with lacerations

from a fight outside a bar.

The family was pressing me for details,

and we're short-staffed, like usual.

And there was a misdiagnosis.

I wasn't communicating well.

And the family starts yelling at me.

They think I'm lying.

And this guy pulls a knife, and demands to see the other.

The police arrive. They're pointing guns at me,

or through me, at this hysterical man,

holding a knife to my back.

I was hurt pretty bad.

And the other guy was shot dead.

And after a few months, like, I thought I was fine,

and I just wanted to get back.

But I started to make mistakes when the pressure got high.

And then...

serious mistakes.

And I love being a nurse.

But the ER wasn't an option anymore, so...

I switched departments.

And I just thought tonight...

I'd finally remove any doubt.

Well...

you've got my vote.

You're not the vote that matters.

Oh, excuse me.

What are you doing up?

I was bored. Exploring.

Should you be walking around?

I feel okay.

Enough.

Are you okay?

You seem... shaken.

I was trapped in the morgue.

Oh, my God.

What were you thinking about?

Do a lot of people die here?

People usually walk out of the Recovery Ward just fine.

I got... I gotta get back.

Sarah.

Are you okay?

I just ran into a patient, Jack Penson.

Should he be walking around?

If he's medically cleared.

I mean, patients are free to walk in the public areas.

Honey, you know you can go home, right?

And no one will hold that against you.

I'm good to go.

Are you sure?

Yeah, no problem.

Okay.

Was Jack in here when I was gone?

He's been out since you left.

Why? Some... something happen?

There's something seriously wrong with that guy.

I... I thought he was just weird, but...

Look, he... he whispers to himself.

Like a conversation.

He confessed to murders, right?

Patients often speak nonsense under anesthesia.

Oh, come on.

Look, move me to another room.

I can't, without reason.

You're joking.

Unless he threatened you?

Well, at least give me a smoke to calm me.

You know I can't do that.

Look, the... the guy is freaking me out!

Who's freaking you out?

We were talking about the morgue.

Ah.

You know...

the mortality rate for an appendectomy is 0.15%.

I looked it up.

Death rate for smokers, on the other hand, is 10%.

I have an oven that has a failure rate of 9%.

So, in reality,

my oven is less likely to die than a smoker is.

Truth is, I've never had an oven fail,

so, am I just lucky,

or are we just clueless to death lurking about?

What's that have to do with anything, man?

Not everyone leaves here.

I will look into it.

But you can't just go around accusing people.

Okay?

- Hey. - How's it going?

Thanks for coming by.

- Moved the couch? - Yeah.

I needed to change things up.

Hmm.

Drugged confessions aren't admissible in court.

And with patient confidentiality

and credibility of a person's state of mind,

it just doesn't fly.

That makes sense.

And I wouldn't want to report a confession

without concrete evidence.

That could wrongly stain them, or myself.

But something just...

felt wrong.

That's more common than you think.

And we have training to look out for bias.

I know.

But the last time I felt this way...

was that night, right before it all went wrong.

Guy mentioned a barn.

Old Elsby Sawmill, St. Agatha.

You guys found a body.

Yeah, parts of one.

Oh. Did the case go anywhere?

The body was too decomposed for DNA,

and the teeth, they were gone.

He said he flushed the teeth down the toilet.

-No. - This is the guy, Mark.

You're drawing a line based on a feeling.

Please.

As a favor.

Please.

You're lucky I'm a pushover.

I appreciate it so much, Mark, thank you.

Just don't bother this guy. Don't push him.

Don't do anything while I poke around.

All right?

Then, in 1839, an Austrian baker

opens a bakery in Paris,

- and then, voilà. - Hey.

By 1915, the version français arrives,

the crescent, or croissant.

- Croissant? -Yes, Jenny.

That's great French. You're, like, multi-lingual.

- Look at you. -Thank you.

Jack Penson is still here?

Yeah. Abscess formed.

He'll likely need a second procedure.

Lucky for us, free breakfast.

What are you doing with that?

I... I just got here.

Why is that at your workstation?

I have no idea.

Everyone circle up. Now.

Who left this here?

Who? This is basic sharps management.

I never want to see this kind of carelessness again.

How are you feeling?

Some pain.

Is that par for the course?

Are you offended by me or something?

No.

You'd be truthful about my medical condition, right?

Of course.

Then don't feel the need to lie to me

to make me feel comfortable.

I take your care very seriously.

I know.

And I appreciate you.

So, I...

It's for you.

From the finest. It's the gift shop.

But I got it for you

because I wanted to thank you for your care.

Can I, uh, put it on you?

I can't wear jewelry at work.

Oh, but you could take it right off, right?

Hair.

Sorry, the clasp is tricky.

So...

when did you know you wanted to be a nurse?

My mom had mental health issues.

Nurses treated her like a human being.

They saved her life.

We all need our angels.

Stunning.

The necklace is okay, too.

Uh, I just want to thank you for the pastries.

My pleasure.

You know, the last thing I want to be is a burden.

Not at all.

Burdens are hard to carry.

I have to go do my rounds.

You get any weird vibes from Jack?

The guy's a keeper.

And totally into you. Hello!

Did he get you something?

That's cute.

All my patients get me are Code Browns.

Hey, whoa. What are we doing?

- What are we doing over here? - Get me out of here.

If you keep doing this, you're going to rip off

your bandages, okay?

But he stares at me in the dark!

Oh, .... , you gotta do something.

Okay, okay, calm down. I'll handle it.

So, Mr. Fluff-My-Pillow-Syndrome can't get along

with the comically polite gentleman.

He fears for his safety.

I thought you were going to handle that.

Jack creeps me out, too.

Fine.

Move David around the corner to 19.

Jack specifically praised your care.

Not everyone is a threat, Sarah.

Sometimes they're just flirting with you.

I didn't want to imply that he was a threat.

Listen, you are never going to find anyone

working night shifts, and max days per week.

There is more to life than these hallways.

I like the peace and quiet.

Don't make the same mistake I made.

Don't close yourself off.

I like it here, like you.

I'm just saying,

it hits differently

when you're my age, looking back.

I am proud of you.

Skill-wise, you've got it.

But I have to recommend the person

who has what it takes when things go wrong.

I wouldn't expect anything less.

I want that to be you.

Anyone came out?

Sheriff's Department, anyone in here?

Anyone in here?

Oh, my God.

What?

You've got so much stuff crammed in here.

Jerk.

Anything missing?

I swear to God, I locked it.

It doesn't mean someone still wasn't here.

What are they doing? Taking a tour?

The guy's stuck at the hospital.

He had surgery. How is he getting here?

He's lived under several aliases, moving frequently,

but always coming back to this area.

Nothing illegal, but definitely suspicious.

Why would someone do that?

Separation, business-oriented, a fresh start.

It just depends.

-People do that? - People are weird, Sarah.

I mean, it's a pain to do. But not illegal, it's just odd.

What about the St. Agatha case?

The autopsy showed

muscle relaxant in the victim's system.

That's all they got. There wasn't much to work with.

The body was decayed prior to dismemberment.

That's it?

I extended my search into the entire state.

There's other missing people.

Most folks don't know.

People go missing all the time. It's more common than you think.

After the St. Agatha,

there was talk of a serial killer,

- but... - But what?

The guy could be just regurgitating news for you.

I don't know. I mean, what are the chances?

I want to go to the places he mentioned.

Let this go, Sarah.

Will you take me or not?

It's fine, I can go on my own.

You never give up, do you?

If you had heard him,

you wouldn't, either.

Welcome!

The viennoiserie are to die for.

Quite a bougie upgrade in town.

Our baker was a pastry chef at Beowulf in New York.

Why'd he open up here, then?

I think he had an aunt in town, or something.

Loved the quiet.

- What can I get you? - Ah.

Uh...

- Candied orange scone, please. - Mm-hmm.

A frangipane croissant.

For here or to go?

To go.

So, you're from around here?

No, I followed him.

Apprenticing.

He's that good?

Mr. Penson's example is inspiring.

I think it's important to believe in something.

And what's that?

Bliss.

As you'll discover.

There's absolution in making people happy

with what they truly desire.

Like decadent pain au chocolat.

That's deadly.

Someone call the police.

So, how did you meet Mr. Penson?

- Uh... -Sorry.

Such a bad habit from growing up in a small town.

I'm just way too nosy.

Oh, um, he had a bakery in Boise.

Huh. So he didn't come from New York?

You'll have to ask him yourself.

He, uh, doesn't talk about himself much.

Sorry, I need to get back to restocking.

Thank you. We're definitely gonna be back.

Yum.

Do you think Jack and that woman are a thing?

You probably would have seen her with him at the hospital.

No, it's probably legitimate.

Everybody needs a cover.

If he is who he says he is.

Does he have an aunt in town?

As far as I know, no.

Let's be careful, okay? There's no help for miles.

So, you dating anyone?

Been set up, never lasts.

Hard with all the overtime.

After the incident,

I just needed to focus on myself.

Think about what was next,

without any expectations or timeline.

Hey, I'm proud of you.

You stuck with being a nurse.

You found the right balance that works.

I know it means everything to you, to help people.

But just don't forget about yourself.

Hello, sir.

This is private property.

Lieutenant Reeves.

Have you seen anything suspicious around here?

It's my day off.

What business you got here?

Grasping at straws for a case.

On your day off?

Have you seen anything over here?

Is this your property?

I'm caretaker.

Who's the owner?

Have you got a warrant or something?

How long has it been abandoned?

What's this case about?

Murder.

Don't know anything about that.

Around here, folks look out for each other.

I know, but maybe there's something you...

People mind their own business around these parts.

Just wanted to know if you ever see anyone you didn't recognize.

Nope.

You have a good day, now.

Thank you, sir.

Pleasure.

Sometimes you only see what you want to believe.

I think you should let this go.

This guy's probably creepy. Sure.

But creepy doesn't mean murderer.

Why can't you just back me?

Because I follow the law.

Nothing changes with you.

Wha...

What are you doing here?

You're exactly where I wanted you.

Who'd you tell?

Tell what?

Tell what?

What does she know?

Oh, please.

Get out of my room.

Hey, no one's coming for you.

You get out of my room now.

Why don't you just go back to sleep?

You... you stay away from me.

Ah!

You don't have to struggle like this.

You stay away from me, you freak.

Screw this place.

Ow.

We have a patient missing.

David Maddocks.

David was under your care, yes?

He was fine when I last checked on him.

Sleeping when I arrived.

I gave him his scheduled medication.

If I remember correctly, you requested that he be moved.

He was afraid of his roommate.

He was having some anxiety.

Paranoia, I think.

Dr. Gladden prescribed benzodiazepine.

You probably gave it to him

with his other medication via I.V., tonight.

I didn't know it was for paranoia.

Well.

There'll be an investigation, and autopsy for procedure.

Bed eight, Jack Penson.

Surgery. The abscess.

Hey.

What would I need?

What?

What would I need to make a drugged confession

permissible in court?

Mark. Mark.

Okay, uh, hard evidence that corroborates.

Only the killer would know. How they died.

The location of the body.

Why are you asking?

Hey.

Gonna tell me one of your pickup lines?

I'm all out.

A secret, then?

I dare you.

Maybe even something frightening.

Because that would impress me.

And you want to impress me.

Right, Jack?

Come on. You can tell me.

It's just you and me here.

I murder women in my dreams.

Dreams?

That's not scary.

It's not dreams.

Really?

How do you do it?

It's tedious.

Come on, I... I want to know.

It's like carving a tree.

How do they die?

I can show you.

I won't hurt you.

I like you.

I love watching the life leave their bodies.

Jack?

Jack.

Where do the bodies go?

The parts.

The parts. Where do you put the parts?

Three dozen in my life.

Where do the parts go?

They deserved it.

The way they walked. The way they looked at me.

The way they looked right through me.

It's like...

Where do... where do the parts go, Jack?

They all...

beg for the chain.

Everything good?

Yeah.

Hi, this is Mark.

Leave me a message and I will get back

to you as soon as possible.

- Thank you.

Stop sending me to voicemail.

This is an emergency.

Please call me back, Mark.

I need your help.

You ignored my calls.

I told you to walk away.

I recorded him. I got it.

Go.

Go!

You find anything?

Let's go back this way.

Where do you put the bodies?

The parts.

The parts. Where do you put the parts?

Three dozen in my life.

Three dozen victims.

How many laws did you break today?

I had to get evidence before he's discharged, like you said.

I never said to break in.

His roommate is dead, Mark.

He killed his roommate?

How?

You... you believed he killed his roommate?

He squeezed my neck.

Play acting, could be some fetish.

Witnesses would always say anything to please

their interrogator when they're pressured.

He is a killer.

He's going to walk out of that hospital,

move to the next town, and kill again.

Are you listening to yourself?

We might be the only two people who can stop

another woman from being murdered.

I need you to trust me.

Actually show up for me when I need you.

When did you become such a coward?

I don't go around investigating innocent people without cause.

Innocent?

Show me a proof, real proof,

and I will help, I swear.

You're still putting your work first.

You're harassing him, okay?

You're the criminal breaking laws.

I will arrest you next time.

Great.

What happened to Jack?

Discharged this afternoon.

Bummer, huh?

I was enjoying the free food.

Sarah, can I speak with you?

The toxicology results on David Maddocks came back.

He had a lethal dose of benzodiazepine in him.

You were the last person to administer that drug.

I gave him the listed dose.

Listen, there will be

a due process investigation by the hospital.

You should call your union rep.

I'm pulling you from the schedule

for a couple of days.

What the hell?

I need to talk to you. Please, Mark.

I wouldn't be asking unless this was serious.

♪ I know you, your picture's up on the wall ♪

Hi, this is Mark.

Leave me a message, and I will get back

to you as soon as possible, thank you.

Hey, it's me again.

My car got rammed off the road.

I'm okay, but it wasn't an accident.

This van chased me.

I called the police,

but this deputy questioned me as if it was my fault.

As if I suddenly slowed down or something.

Anyways,

I'm at O'Brien's Pub staying in crowds.

And I'm sorry about last night.

♪ About your fall

♪ There's just one thing I wanna know ♪

A woman thought it was her drink

before I let 'em know it's yours.

Thanks.

♪ Would you paint ♪

♪ Your heart blue, girl?

Where are you, Mark?

Can I close out, please?

Yeah.

♪ Life isn't published ♪

♪ 'Til your pain is in print ♪

Are you okay?

Can I call a taxi for you?

Miss?

Stay back! Stay back!

Police, stop!

How many drinks did you have?

Someone spiked my drink.

I was gonna sleep in the car.

Relax. Relax.

Hey.

What time is it?

Three.

Jack's roommate was given a lethal dose of medication.

They're blaming me.

Listen, I will talk to the guy at the station.

We should let the right authority take it from here.

They'll just sit on it.

Like that deputy yesterday.

You know I'm right.

Take me to the barn again.

You were drugged. Your car was hit.

Someone was after you last night.

Which is why I can't just sit around hiding.

Hey.

Where to now?

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously.

Mark?

They lead over there.

What is that?

Who digs a random hole this deep in the middle of nowhere?

They lead out towards the road.

Can we get some sort of forensics?

For what? A dig-up hole?

No. No, we need more than that to get help.

Told you this is private property.

You do this?

I don't know what that is.

You didn't dig this?

You know who did?

I thought you managed the property.

Well, I got 500 acres here.

And you are here right now?

Repairing a fence.

Now, I don't know. Maybe someone came out.

No idea.

Looks just like a hole to me.

We'd like to take a look around.

Yeah, you come back with a warrant, be my guest.

'Til then, leave.

Whatever this is, I don't any part of it.

Let me know if you see anything.

Hey.

There.

My God.

I should have listened.

What do we do?

You're the cop.

There's no evidence linking him for a warrant.

Just some empty holes.

The chain.

He said, "They always beg for the chain."

Could be from the skateboards.

You and the roommate were the only ones who heard it, right?

Yeah.

Someone has to be helping him.

He couldn't have dug up all those bodies alone.

His apprentice, maybe.

They had to move the bodies somewhere.

It could be anywhere.

The van.

One traffic stop and he's gone. He's smarter than that.

We need a lead on where to look.

Anything else you remember?

No.

He has to pivot quickly. Unexpectedly.

He's bound to make a mistake.

Maybe we can surveil him.

They could come for me at any time.

I need to be ready.

Make sure there's only one way in.

You should consider leaving.

For how long?

Warrant or us just looking, it'll take time.

One way in.

Hey.

Hey. I could call in sick.

You'd call in sick every day?

My patient had one of these.

You can hook it up to your phone.

How much time do we have?

Minutes.

Just leave me alone.

I know what you did.

You know, I considered walking away,

but you just kept prying.

I've never slipped up, ever.

Until you took advantage of me in my weakened state.

Terrible thing to do.

Why?

Why is it a terrible thing to take advantage of someone?

Why do you do what you do?

Are you looking to write a book?

You looking to get electrocuted?

It's important for us to be truthful with ourselves.

To not lie to please others, don't you think?

My little league coach, he was this amateur baker.

Parents, kids, loved him.

So, I studied him.

Became him.

Because that's what people wanted.

But the more I lied, the more I craved.

Then I woke up one day

and there's all this talk in the air about your true self.

But what do you do

when your truth is killing someone?

You're a monster.

Says who?

The people you murdered.

I gave them spiritual clarity.

Forced them to reflect.

Who do they think about

when they know they're going to die?

I wash away all the lies

so they can embrace their true selves.

Like me.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

I spent five years in the ER.

You're not the first monster I've met.

If you're not afraid,

then you're going to make a mistake.

What happened in the ER?

I was stabbed six times by a patient.

Who did you think about?

No one.

I was so afraid of making mistakes

that I pushed away all the people I loved.

Felt like I was living a double life.

The life everyone thought I was living on the outside.

And the person I was on the inside.

Fearful.

Angry.

I understand.

I'm not you.

I'm the one that made you slip up.

One night...

you're going to be cozy in bed, watching TV.

Eyes heavy from shoveling down reheated enchiladas.

Could be tomorrow.

Could be in ten years.

They're playing my song.

Leave the door open on your way out.

You know, it's a shame.

Today felt like one of those days you could never forget.

Get the hell out of my house.

He left.

I'll call in some favors to get you moved.

No. No more games. No more waiting.

- We force this. - How?

I can arrest him for breaking and entering.

He'll just deny it.

What other options do we have? We don't have a lead.

He doesn't know that.

It's like you said.

We make him pivot.

Great timing. I was just about to close.

You owe me a dessert flight.

Lemon's my favorite.

Oh.

That's good.

Well, help yourself.

Your grace is impressive.

And you look delectable.

What are we celebrating?

You came from New York via Boise, right?

Before that, Tampa, Phoenix,

Mr. Donahue in Portland, Mr. Hanson in Seattle.

Feeling cheeky, huh?

There's about a dozen people here.

It's too sloppy for you to do anything.

I could call the police.

Oh.

You mean my boyfriend?

You mean your ex?

Who now has your recorded confession.

All the juicy details.

I found your dug-up holes.

The tire tracks.

You'd move the bodies pretty quickly.

I hope you didn't lose a tooth.

You know what I think?

I think it's just you and him.

Desperate.

That may be okay for him, but...

it's a bad look for you, Sarah.

You're better than that.

You know what I just remembered?

This used to be a pet groomer before you.

You'd be in a cage right about now.

And who's the monster now?

You know why you kill women?

It's because you're terrified of them.

Oh, sorry. The sign said closed.

It's faster to bring it in this way.

Sorry, Chef.

I'll leave you to it.

Something happen, Chef?

Just finish cleaning up.

- Should I transfer the flour? -Don't!

Touch it!

Mark.

Hello?

I've avoided suspicion all these years

by paying attention to every detail.

It's like baking.

There's four essential ingredients.

Flour, egg, butter, sugar.

But how you master the details

determines adoration from abomination.

I studied all the hallways during my wanderings.

The cameras.

Shift changes.

No one's coming to save you, Sarah.

Delete the recordings or Mark dies.

How do I know he's still alive?

Oh.

Come on.

Who are you thinking about?

Tell me and I'll make it quick.

What'd you do?

We don't have much time to celebrate.

What are we celebrating?

I'm ready for you to impress me, Jack.

I want you to make my heart beat faster.

Can you do that? Scare me?

Yeah.

- Why the chain? - Easier to clean.

What about the screams?

Rainstorms.

It's loud.

Hey, hey, hey.

What do you use?

Saws.

Bungee cords. That's all you need.

Moisture, heat, coffee grinds

help decompositions, mostly bones...

Hey.

Where are your tools?

Where are the bodies?

- Where are the bodies now? - Here.

Incinerator.

And the bakery. There's bones there.

Flour bins.

Plus she, she sneaks pieces in her duffel bag

down here a few times every shift.

She, she, she, she.

Who is she? Hope?

My aunt.

Who is your aunt?

Allison.

Nurse Allison?

My boss?

She's taken care of me my whole life.

She lets me use her barn for composting before we bury.

Hey, hey.

Where is Mark?

My van.

Oh! Oh, thank God.

He has help.

Hope?

Someone else.

I know where they're going.

- Where's Allison? - She just left.

What are you doing here?

What's going on? Sarah?

You promised to be abstinent.

She wouldn't stop.

It's not my fault.

I was dealing with it.

Chef, what's going on?

We'll burn them later.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

His aunt.

You said she was dead.

Every time you relapsed, I took you in.

I looked past all of your evil.

I let you bury your setbacks...

so you could sober up.

All I asked was never to be part of your deeds.

And look what you have made me do.

Oh, drama.

I have dedicated my life to healing others.

No flaw could stop my love.

God.

But some people just can't be fixed.

Please, it'll be different this time.

All I need is a chance.

I can stay here with you.

I'm sorry. He's the only family I have.

He needs help.

Drop the knife. Drop the knife now.

Drop it.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay...

I told you to walk away.

Why?

He's sick.

He's evil.

We didn't turn anyone away from our hospital.

You knew that.

So, you protect a monster?

I intervened.

He's family.

You were family to me.

He's a sick boy.

I had to help him.

Allison.

I get it. You had to try.

We don't ever give up on trying to help people, not ever.

You tried to save the guy who stabbed me that night.

That was the right thing to do. And I believe that.

But some patients, they just can't be saved.

Don't let her mess with you.

You have to let go.

No!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Allison.

You made me do it. You made me do it.

You made me...

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

Hey.

Need a ride?

You're a hero.

No, really, seriously.

Hey.

You stopped further killings.

I didn't save David.

Could have, should have, will always be there.

I just did what anyone else would have done.

No. You put yourself in danger to do the right thing.

Well, lucky for me, you're a pushover.

When I was in that storage room...

all I could think about was you.

But don't let that go to your head, okay?

You're still setting up the campsite this weekend.

All right. Okay.

- All right, let's go. - Yeah.

We are here to announce the new Charge Nurse.

Yes, you.

They sped up your promotion after everything was resolved.

HR let us break the news.

Obviously, my vote was the difference maker.

Thank you.

You're not fragile. You're formidable.

And you should know, Allison recommended you.

Celebratory drinks with everyone after our shift?

Of course!

Let's get after it.

Oh, so good.

Hopefully today I don't get locked in with Warren.

Oh...