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Time to get up.

MARTIN: And a very good
morning to you, Mr. David.

What's on the itinerary
for today?

Same as yesterday,
same as tomorrow.

- Wonderful.
- (cell door closes)

♪ Now that you're out of my
life, I'm so much better ♪

♪ You thought that I'd be weak
without you, but I'm stronger ♪

♪ You thought that I'd be broke
without you, but I'm richer ♪

♪ You thought that I'd be sad
without you, I laugh harder ♪

♪ Thought I wouldn't grow
without you, now I'm wiser ♪

♪ Thought that I'd be helpless
without you, but I'm smarter ♪

♪ You thought that
I'd be stressed without you ♪

♪ But I'm chillin',
You thought I wouldn't sell ♪

♪ Without you,
sold nine million ♪

♪ I'm a survivor,
I'm not gon' give up ♪

♪ I'm not gon' stop,
I'm gon' work harder ♪

♪ I'm gon'
work harder, yeah ♪

- ♪ I'm a survivor ♪
- ♪ What ♪

- ♪ I will survive, yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ I'm a survivor... ♪

Please do tell the chef that
he has outdone himself today.

Although, I do-I do think
perhaps it could do

with just a hint of nutmeg.

♪ I'm a survivor,
I'm gonna make it ♪

- No, you're so right, Mr. David.
- ♪ I will survive ♪

- Less is indeed more.
- ♪ Keep on survivin'. ♪

Clarity.

Purpose.

Escape.

Figuratively speaking,
of course.

(chuckles)

No, I haven't felt
this kind of urgency in years.

It's incredible, the...
the truths

a brush with death
will uncover.

Brush with death?

Bro, you got your ass jumped
at Sunday School.

It was Bible study, Hector.

And much like
the New Testament,

I found
the entire experience...

revelatory.

I once was lost...

but now am found.

MARSH: That's wonderful,
Martin, but your time's up.

Jerry.
Why don't you

share your exciting news?

Oh, uh...
(chuckles)

I'm getting released tomorrow.

(laughing)

Oh, I just feel
really grateful.

I'm finally on the right meds.

Oh, I'd like to think
my therapy helped a bit, too.

(Jerry laughs)

Yeah, I, um... I couldn't
be here without all of you.

I just can't believe
that I'm gonna be sipping a beer

by the ocean
this time tomorrow,

eating a great big lobster
and...

All right, Rick Steves.

No need
for your whole itinerary.

I just... I had no idea

how much
I needed out of this place.

Inside these walls, it's like...

- it's like-it's like...
- (knuckles cracking)

You're not really alive.
(chuckles)

(sighs)
Not anymore.

(Jerry slaps thighs rapidly)

I'm gonna be free.

(Jerry giggles)

Well, I am very happy
for you, Jerry.

Not sure brunch
necessitates a 911 text...

Stop there.

Do you know the horrors
that happened here?

JESSICA:
Aha!

There's the culprit.

You.
You are the spiller of wine?

What's going on?
Who is he?

Do you remember that rug

my two ne'er-do-well children
ruined?

Hans is helping me
find a replacement.

No doubt
a horridly expensive one.

Blame your skinny millennial.

(both laugh)

Who throws out
a priceless heirloom

over a little Burgundy stain?

JESSICA:
Honestly, darling, he's right.

I have never
understood this story.

Well...

actually, Hans,
it was a 2007 Syrah.

And the story's
pretty simple, Mother.

Ainsley and I came back
from the hospital

after Gil's stabbing,
and we were upset.

Stop!

Ainsley was

a little tipsy,

she grabbed for the bottle.

Aah! Aah!

And it fell...

Aah!

Spilling everywhere.

And the rug...

was beyond repair.

- She's always been so clumsy.
- She felt

so bad that she nearly
had a panic attack.

(scoffs)
At least one of you has a soul.

Jessica, come.
Let's talk pillows.

Oh, come on, Martin.

It's my form, isn't it?

It's so much more than that.

Has my son called?

Oh, he's been
a little distant lately.

I thought
we were in a good place.

You know, we collaborated on
a fun project a few months ago.

- Aah!
- He was really...

- (alarm blaring) - MAN
(over P.A.): - All guards report

- to the prison yard immediatel.
- Oh, no.

- Not Jerry.
- Seal all exits.

♪ ♪

*PRODIGAL SON*
Season 02 Episode 04

(alarm buzzes)
Title: "Take Your Father to Work Day"
Aired on: February 02, 2021

(indistinct radio chatter)

(camera shutter clicks)

Vincent Espinal,
captain of the guards.

Thanks for coming down.

What can you tell me?

Jerry Chapman, 42 years old.

Looks like
he jumped from the roof.

Not sure yet
how he got up there.

Did anyone see him fall?

An inmate. He's over there.

Lieutenant Arroyo.

- What a surprise. (laughs)
- (sighs)

You know, I-I'm happy
to assist on this.

I'm sure
you'll want my full statement.

Yeah, why'd you do it?

I am a witness.

Did you see
where he jumped from?

- Well, no.
- Not a very good witness, are you?

I saw him land,
but I did not see him jump.

Suspicious, right?
I have a few thoughts.

Don't worry.
There will be an autopsy,

and I will take exactly nothing
you say into consideration.

Lieutenant Arroy... Gilly,

this was not a suicide.

I was in therapy with Jerry
just a few hours ago.

All he could talk about
was his impending freedom.

And lobster.

A man like that does not then
go and kill himself, does he?

No. He doesn't.

Edrisa?

(sighs)

Three of his fingernails
are bent back,

and there's surface abrasions,
too.

All signs of a struggle
from before he hit the ground.

I'm not ready
to rule this a suicide.

Thank you.

Is that...

It is.

It's Martin Whitly. Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna play it cool.

Afternoon, Doctor.

Did you see,
under his nails?

The trace amounts of debris?

It's most likely plaster,
perhaps from a wall...

That he attempted
to grab, as he...

Was pushed over the edge.

Don't approach the psychopath.

Oh, please, call me Martin.

Thrilled to have
another physician here.

We should talk bone fragments.

Have you read the latest edition
of The Lancet?

Twice. That piece
on craniocerebral injuries?

Oh.

I nearly spilled my chai.

(both laughing)

He killed 23 people.

Cop-Copy that.

(sighs)
I did my best,

but she was definitely
in interrogator mode.

Do you think
she suspects something?

No. But be careful.

You're next.

I'll be fine.

It's easier for me to lie.

I don't actually
remember anything.

Honestly...

it'd be nice to remember more
from that night.

Not really.

You're lucky, Ains.

Okay, you're not gonna talk to
me, but why can't I talk to Dad?

You said he knows.

What's the problem?

Well, he's a serial killer.

And it was
a traumatic experience.

Your mind erased it
for a reason.

You should focus on work,
and forget it ever happened.

Glad you mentioned it.

You know how I've been wanting
to get back in the studio?

Well, I need a big story,

so, I was thinking
"The Surgeon, Part Two."

No, Ainsley,
that's a horrible idea.

(phone buzzing)

Is that... is that Gil?

Is there a story?

- Okay, here's the deal.
- Okay.

I'll let you in on this case

if you stop asking
about that night

and you promise not to see Dad.

Okay, fine.

(buzzing continues)

Hey, Gil.

There's been a murder
at Claremont.

- Your father's a witness.
- MARTIN: Malcolm?

Malcolm!

Can't wait to work
with you, my boy!

Yes. Yes.

Come on. Are you coming?
Let's go.

Malcolm.

Okay, drink.
Chug, chug.

Attaboy.
Let's go!

JESSICA:
Great news! I found it!

The Scotch you hid
in my dollhouse?

Honey, no.
I drained that at your sweet 16.

The perfect rug
for the living room!

Now you don't have
to feel bad anymore.

It's a similar pattern.
See?

- Um...
- Darling, are you okay?

Yeah. No.

Uh, slipped.
Uh, it looks great.

You've been so clumsy lately,
like with the-the wine.

What... what kind
of bottle was it again?

A 2007 Syrah.
Look, I've got to run.

- Mm?
- I'm on a story.

- Don't wait up, okay?
- (laughing): Okay.

- Okay.
- Good luck.

(door closes)

So I found a set of antemortem
bruises on Jerry's shoulders,

which suggests he was shoved
back before he was pushed.

This was a fight.
Someone was angry with him.

MARTIN (on phone):
Exactly what I was thinking.

Is that...

EDRISA:
Yes. Sorry. I...

had to call Dr. Whitly

to ask if he knew what angle
our victim landed,

and then
we got to talking, and...

MARTIN:
It's obvious, son.

This was an inside job.

Not just inside Claremont,
inside group therapy.

I saw it all, clear as day.

Every single patient
in our circle

looked positively murderous

as Jerry bragged about leaving.

That's six good suspects.

I'll have Mr. David
fax over the nam...

You need
to make some new friends.

He may be onto something.

Jerry's release
may have triggered

abandonment anxiety
in his fellow patients.

We all experience it
when someone gets engaged

or promoted instead of us.

Like my friend who...

kept posting photos
of her wedding in the Galapagos.

It's like,
"Yeah, we get it, Carly.

"You saw some turtles

and you married my high school
boyfriend. Ugh."

But, you know,
I've seen plenty of turtles.

MARTIN:
So, what's the plan?

Toss some cells?
Put the place in lockdown?

You know, we could always
run down a few suspects,

play, uh, good cop, bad cop...

predatory psychopath.

We're not here to discuss
case strategy. You're a witness.

Why can't I be a peer?

Why, you've shown
so much affection

to my son.

And my wife.

Why no love for the man

who actually
gave you your career?

Wait, wait.

Dr. Whitly,

when Jerry was talking about
leaving Claremont in group,

you mentioned some patients
exhibited stress responses.

Maybe.

- I'm gonna need a little more than that.
- MARTIN: So am I.

Come on.
A murder in Claremont?

Oh, this is the dream.

I want to help you.

I really, really do.
But, uh...

You know, I do not like

these dynamics one bit.

I want to be part of the team.

Okay.

We'll work together.

Now,

- what did you witness in group therapy?
- MARTIN: I think

three of my friends
had acute stress responses.

Hector, uh, Burt and Friar Pete.

Great.
We'll go talk to them.

MARTIN:
Oh, good luck with that.

It's taken Dr. Marsh years
to get those fellas

to say even a few words
about themselves.

What do you suggest?

So, my next group therapy
session starts in an hour.

Now, today,
Dr. Marsh will invite

a skilled profiler

to discuss Jerry's case.

The two of us together,

we'll get the truth out of them.

Come on.

It'll be fun!

What's your standing
in this group?

- Do they respect you?
- They love me.

- They hate you, don't they?
- Definitely.

Good.
We can work with that.

You think
we're gonna help the cops?

Nobody say nothing.

- I'm with Hector.
- I'm with God.

MARTIN: Okay, come on,
now. Look, let's... (clears throat)

let's give him a chance.

You know, he's, uh,
he's one of us,

after all, you know?
He understands

our inner torture, uh...

Because he's a skilled profiler.

So I've heard.

Wait.

This is Malcolm.

The son
you're always talking about?

All good, I promise.

(chuckles softly) - HECTOR:
Dude got fired from the FBI.

Chopped a guy's hand off.

- Smashed his own with a hammer.
- FRIAR PETE: Hmm.

He's got a thing with hands?

HECTOR:
Bro, you're crazier than me.

(chuckles) I'm not sure
that's true, Hector.

You did gut your mother's
boyfriend with a fire poker.

MARSH:
Malcolm,

- we like to focus on positives here.
- BRIGHT: Of course.

Okay, let's get down to it.

I'm here to catch a killer.

(Martin laughing)

Sorry.
It's just, um,

that tickled me,
you know, because, um,

your catching a killer

didn't work out as a positive

- for me. (chuckles)
- HECTOR: Yeah, Malc.

Calling the cops
on your old man? That's cold.

Probably hurt as bad

as a fire poker in the gut,
didn't it, Doc?

Oh, it stung.

MARSH:
Guys,

let's talk about Jerry.

Thank you, Dr. Marsh.

(clears throat)
Did Jerry ever...

BURT:
I couldn't do that to my dad.

You must have really hated him.

No. No.

I loved him.

(chuckles):
I...

I always wanted
to be around him.

Learn from him.

I wanted to be

just like my dad.

Until I found a girl in a box

and realized
he was a serial killer.

FRIAR PETE: That must
have been confusing for you

as a child.

It destroyed me.

He destroyed me.

MARTIN:
My boy,

you-you-you've got it all wrong.

Come on, you all...
you all know me.

You know I'm a... a good man.

Son, I-I only wanted to share

what was most important to me.

BRIGHT:
I was a kid,

and you showed me horrible,

gruesome things,

and-and then you wanted
to talk about it.

It was the only way
I could be close to you.

By listening to you.

No.
Becoming you.

Let's-let's focus
on the positives, son.

BRIGHT:
There aren't any!

You wanted to turn me
into a monster,

a monster like you!

Sorry.
Um...

(sighs)
Maybe this was a bad idea.

How 'bout we take a break?

HECTOR:
Don't be sorry, man.

Change comes with pain.

Jer used to say that.

FRIAR PETE:
It's true.

He was on a righteous journey
himself. Cut too short.

Uh...

were you upset to see him go?

HECTOR: You're asking
the wrong question, Malc.

You want to find his killer,
answer this:

How'd Jerry get on the roof?

Did he have a key card on him?

No. Why?

HECTOR:
You need a card

to exit a secure area.

Only one card
opens all the doors.

The gold card.

Gold? Really?

Dr. Marsh, who-who might have

one of these
elusive gold key cards?

I'm not gonna discuss that here.

Well, do you...

have one?
Correct me

if I'm wrong, son,
but it's not uncommon

for therapists
to have a savior complex.

What if

Dr. Marsh here couldn't stand

that Jerry
didn't need him anymore?

- You don't really think...
- No.

No, of course not.

Though... I would like

to see what color key card
you have.

It's gold!
You killed Jerry!

- You killed Jerry!
- (grunts)

- (alarm blaring)
- GUARD: Let's go!

- Up against the wall! Move!
- You killed Jerry!

- MARSH: Get him off me.
- Come on,

we got to get out of here.
Wait right there.

Down to the ground!

- (overlapping shouting)
- (alarm blaring)

Espinal says you were issued
a new key card an hour ago.

You told him
you lost the old one.

Which is odd,
because your old key card

- accessed multiple locations this morning.
- It...

It must have been stolen.

You're lying to us, Dr. Marsh.

You have to understand.

I haven't had a successful
patient outcome in years.

Jerry's release
was my chance to show

my therapy can work.

Maybe get a publication
out of it.

DANI:
Assuming Jerry told everyone

that you cured him,
not The Surgeon.

He agreed to lie.
In exchange...

He wanted a key card.

MARSH:
Just for a few hours.

Uh, t-to say goodbye to friends.

You don't know
what it's like in here.

We're prisoners, too.

Roll.

Lieutenant Arroyo,

is Dr. Marsh under arrest?

Does this have anything to do
with the death of Jerry Chapman?

No comment.

(engine starts)

Please tell me
you can do better.

Off the record,

- I don't think we have our guy.
- So the killer's in there?

Yeah. Along with a bunch
of other killers.

I got to get back inside.

Malcolm, we need to talk.

It's about that night.

I know, it was bad.

Forgetting is good.
But...

I remembered something.

Hey, hey, not-not here.

A knife.

And blood.
A lot of blood.

On my hands, even.

Yeah, there was blood.

Everywhere.

And then you tried to save him,

so it got on you, too.

- I-I got to get back inside.
- Wait.

You're the only one
I can share this with.

You're the only one
who knows the truth.

I'm sorry, Ains.

We'll talk about this later.

I promise.

Right now,
I have to go talk to Dad.

(mouths)

You and me both.

To think Dr. Marsh would let
Jerry borrow his key card.

- Well, question is...
- Do we believe his story?

Exactly.
What if Jerry said no

to his madcap scheme?
What if he

- threatened to go to the warden?
- That'd definitely be motive.

(chuckles): Oh, man,
we are cooking with gas.

Oh, you were amazing in group.

You know, the two of us
playing off each other.

I hate you, I love you.

Right out
of Inside the Actors Studio.

(clears throat)
What?

You keep glancing at this.

You're trying to be subtle,

but your optokinetic reflexes
give you away.

It's a shiny object.
Relax.

What lion

doesn't dream of the savanna?
(stammers)

Nobody escapes from a cell
like this. Come on. What is it?

Is something else bothering you?

(sighs) Ainsley's
started to remember things.

About that night.

Really?

What are you gonna do?

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Hey.
Espinal found

a tape of Jerry
using a gold key card

to enter
the fourth-floor library

just before he was killed.

So Marsh was telling the truth.

And your suspects just doubled.

Why, what's on the fourth floor?

Well, that's Ward Z.
The women's ward.

Oh, it's a magical place,
I hear.

There's a women's ward?

Yeah.
We should go.

Wow.
It's nice?

Smells like lavender.

- Hmm.
- Lemon verbena, actually.

BRIGHT:
Good to know.

And you are?

Andre.

(indistinct voice over P.A.)

Look, we keep this zone
locked up.

Jerry should never
have been here.

I think
Jerry would agree with you.

There are scratch marks
on the frame.

Pretty sure they match the color
of the paint chips

Edrisa found
under Jerry's fingernails.

Looks like
we found our crime scene.

So, he came up here
to say goodbye to someone.

And within five minutes,
was pushed out this window.

I'm guessing the farewell
didn't go as planned.

Except the library was closed.

Closed doesn't mean empty.

Andre,

- who else has access?
- Admin,

us guards, a cleaning crew.

Who's on the cleaning crew?

Female inmates.
Four of 'em.

BRIGHT:
That's it.

One of those women was not happy

that Jerry was leaving her.

You think he had a girlfriend?

It fits the profile.

Romantic abandonment can turn
to psychotic jealousy fast.

But it would have to be someone

who's stuck here
for a long time.

Andre, how well do you know
these four women?

- Any lifers?
- All but Carla.

She's due to be released
next month.

Great.
We can rule her out. See?

We are already down to three.

Anyone over 60?

- No.
- Uh,

any with a history of violence?

- All of 'em.
- Physical prowess.

Who could push Jerry
out that window?

Well, Mariana is six, three.

She's real crazy.

Sounds like a good suspect.

Mm. Strength is good,
but height is bad.

Jerry's ego
would still be bruised

after his last
psychotic episode.

He would want
to feel like the alpha.

So we can rule her out, too.

Who's left?

ANDRE:
Rhonda and Ming.

They're average-sized ladies.

Should we do
"eeny meeny miney mo"?

Kidding. I'm just shocked
you haven't gotten it down

- to one yet.
- Who says I haven't? My father said

that Jerry could not
stop talking about lobster.

But he's from Kentucky,

so where did his love
of crustaceans come from?

Come on.
They can't possibly be...

Uh. Andre,

- where's Ming from?
- Midwest, I think?

Rhonda's from Maine.

(snaps fingers)

You got a suspect from lobster?

Well, I could have asked

about early childhood trauma
and how it leads

to insecure-resistant
attachment style,

but what's the fun in that?

(buzzer sounds)

JESSICA: Before you
say anything perverse,

this is not a social call.

- It is about our children.
- (door closes)

A co-parenting inquiry?

Even better.

Lay it on me, Jess.

If you spilled a random bottle
of wine months ago,

would you remember
the exact vintage?

No, you wouldn't.

Unless it was a story you had
rehearsed a thousand times.

That's what I thought.

Well, happy to help.

Uh, may I inquire
what I'm helping with?

Grandma Milton's favorite rug.

The one that Ataturk gave her.

Malcolm and Ainsley
threw it out.

And they have this perfect
cover story.

I know that tone, darling.

Very 1997.
A little paranoid,

aren't we?

What am I doing?

They wouldn't
confide in you anyway.

Oh.
Wouldn't they?

(sighs)

Try me, Jess.

Ask me

what you're too afraid to ask.

Oh.

(sighs)

The night the rug got ruined.

(sighs)

It was the night that
Nicholas Endicott disappeared.

That's not a question.

Ask... the question.

I can't.

Good, because it's ridiculous.

Do you really think

your children killed him?

And then, what,
wrapped his body in the ru...

(laughing):
In the rug

and shipped him to Estonia?

(cackles)

Okay, okay.
(laughs)

Perhaps I was letting myself
get a little carried away.

Well, don't beat yourself up
too much.

They are my children,
too, after all.

Apples don't fall
that far from the tree.

(door closes)

Ooh, got to run.

Uh, let's do this again
next time

you suspect our children
of arson or grand theft auto.

- Bye now.
- (hangs up)

(buzzer sounds, door opens)

My dear girl.

It's been too long.

(door closes, lock clicks)

Rhonda Young?

I'm here
to talk about Jerry Chapman.

Just leave me alone.

I know this is hard.

You loved him.

You must be in pain.

You have no idea.

He was good to me.

Real good.

It's all my fault.

What did you do, Rhonda?

Nothing.

That's the problem.

I should have done more.
He was scared.

Who was Jerry scared of?

Another inmate.

He wanted to escape.

Jerry refused to help,
but this guy wouldn't let up.

Wouldn't take no.

He's terrifying.

Do you know his name?

They call him The Surgeon.

(door closes)

What the hell
are you doing here?

Well, she's my daughter,
Malcolm.

Is there some reason why
the two of us can't catch up?

AINSLEY: I needed someone
to talk to about my memory,

and you wouldn't listen.

He's the only other person
who knows.

Well, you can't talk to him.

(laughs) I can't talk to him,
I can't talk to you.

This is insane.
I feel like I'm going insane.

You're not, I promise.

What aren't you telling me?

He killed Jerry.

Is that the official position
of the NYPD?

- It's not a news story.
- Or true.

If I can get a second source
to confirm it, I'm running it.

And for the record,

I don't know
which one of you is lying.

(knocking)

(buzzer sounds)

(sighs)

- (door closes)
- (lock clicks)

Wow, this family.

I mean, everyone's
on a hunt for the truth.

Do you need an antacid?

I feel like I need an antacid.

You can drop the act.

We spoke to Jerry's girlfriend,
Rhonda.

She told us everything.

Dani's talking to Espinal.

You're going back into Solitary.

You weren't dreaming
of the wild.

You wanted to escape.

And Jerry wouldn't help you,
so you killed him.

One: Uh, while escape
sounds lovely,

I'm chained to a wall,

remember?

Um, two: Who's Rhonda?

And three:
Jerry nearly fell on me.

How could I have pushed him?

No, but you could have
manipulated someone to do it.

- Oh.
- Remember Tevin?

- John Watkins?
- Honestly, son,

everything
you're describing sounds

like a whole lot of hard work.

You're a psychopath.

You don't care who you lie to,
who you hurt or kill.

I knew it.
I-I knew it.

Your little breakdown
in group wasn't just for show.

You really feel that way
about me.

Because I can't trust you!

I should never have come today.
It's exactly what you wanted.

Oh, oh, this is what I wanted?

(laughs)
Oh, that is...

that is the single
dumbest profile

in the history of profiles.

Because if I really

were the cold-blooded psychopath
you think I am...

I would hate you.

Oh, not for any of this.

No, no, no.
No, for destroying my life.

20 years ago, you turned me in!

Your own father!

You ruined me!

And your mother!

And you ruined her!

But that's not me.

Also, I wouldn't kill Jerry,

because you're very good
at this.

You'd solve the crime,
and you'd never come back.

Why would Rhonda
try to pin this on you?

Have you ever met her?

No.
But celebrities...

You know, they're easy targets.

It's the burden we bear.

This felt personal.

What did you do
to Rhonda, specifically?

You cured Jerry.

You're the reason
he was being released.

You stole her love from her.

Tell me about Rhonda Young.

She and Jerry were an item?

She's a patient of mine,
but I didn't know

about Jerry. I thought
she had another boyfriend.

- GIL: Another boyfriend?
- MARSH: She's been hinting

about him in our sessions.

He didn't sound like a patient.

More like one
of the guards on that wing.

His name's Andre.

Lieutenant Arroyo?

Make sure you watch out
for the explosive rage.

- From Andre?
- No.

From Rhonda.

(grunting)

(groaning)

Come on. Be reasonable.
I didn't kill Jerry.

(alarm blaring)

We don't need to go
to Solitary, Mr. David.

I... I'm actually innocent
this time.

Mr. David.

Rhonda's escaped,
but she's still in the building.

I think
she's coming for my father.

Let's get him back to the cell.

Thank you.

That's odd.

BRIGHT:
This must be Rhonda.

She stole the guard's keycard.

Clever girl.

Oh, yeah, this is
a good place for a murder.

Now, when you find your place,

you just want to go back there
again and again.

Like a good restaurant.

Please, shut up.

Dani, we're in the basement.

I'm thinking Rhonda's
down here, too.

Send backup and I'll try to...

(clattering)

(whispering):
Think that was her?

(clattering continues)

Yes.

- Stay here.
- Wait.

Take that.

♪

(clinking)

(grunting)

- (buzzing)
- (groaning)

(groaning continuing
in distance)

- (buzzing)
- (groaning)

(groans)
No. Stop.

I'm The Surgeon's son.

He's down here.

He's coming.

(short chuckle)

You had me spooked there.

It's best you learn now

nobody's coming for you.

- (buzzing)
- (groaning)

- (buzzing)
- (groaning)

- (buzzing)
- (groaning)

So is it true?
He really your old man?

Well, he left you here to die.

(buzzing)

(groaning)

Like Jerry left me.

- (click, buzzing stops)
- Figures.

MARTIN:
Rhonda, don't hurt him.

What?

Don't hurt him.

That's right.
It's your turn.

Okay, Rhonda, please.

He has to know.

Malcolm?
I'm sorry.

I made a mistake, okay?

I-I was just so excited

to-to solve a case with you.

I was having such a good time,
I-I didn't want it to end.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, this is

30 years of complex
father-son relations. You know?

It's a little context-dependent,

I admit, but, uh...

- you see, um...
- (grunts)

I meant every word
of it, son.

Best day ever.

Drop the weapon.

And it's only getting better.

(laughs)

Oh, nicely done, Dani.

Did you see that?

We got her.
Oh, you, me,

and my new friend Dani.

Put your hands on me again,
Dr. Whitly,

- and I'll blow your head off.
- Noted.

Oh, what a thrill!

Ah, the skulking, the violence,

the banter... I can see
why you like it so much.

Oh, and the best part:
Rhonda, you're under arrest.

- You have the right to remain silent.
- Don't do that. Stop talking.

- 10-4... - Take her back to her cell.
- Copy that. Let's go.

- Thank you for saving us.
- You're welcome.

I'll take this.

Of course.
Absolutely.

What are you wearing?

Oh, this.
Well... it's for stealth.

Obviously. I'm really
pulling it off, I think.

JESSICA:
So let's get started.

I've had a bit of a day.

What happened?

Seemed like you were
having fun with Hans.

(laughs)
Yes, I was.

But then I went down
a rabbit hole

that I never
should have gone down.

I actually

thought...

It's crazy to say,
but I actually thought

that you might have
killed Nicholas Endicott.

(both laugh)

I called your father
to discuss the possibility,

which, of course,
only made me more paranoid.

♪ I can't ♪

♪ See it... ♪

And then there was that
whole fiasco with the rug.

I have to admit

I spent the whole afternoon

- tearing this place apart looking for...
- (grunts)

I don't know.

Evidence, I guess.

But I found nothing.

Of course you didn't.

(chuckles)

And then I saw it.

You missed a spot.

Malcolm...

what happened
to Nicholas Endicott?

I killed him.

You're lying.

I'm just, uh...

trying to protect the family.

Please.

Believe me.

♪ So I was the last one
out of bed... ♪

It was Ainsley, wasn't it?

MARTIN: When you see your
victim's blod for the first time,

it's exhilarating,

like touching down in Oz.

Everything's suddenly in color.

JESSICA:
She murdered him.

No more lies.
Tell me.

She doesn't know.

She doesn't remember anything.

Please...

you can't tell her.
I...

I don't...

We might lose her.

♪ Finally ♪

♪ Finally. ♪

JESSICA:
Get him out of here.

AINSLEY:
Mom?

It's just me.

Um, I had a bad dream.

Oh, uh, sure.

Come, yes, come.

Yeah, it's warm.

♪

MAN:
Greg, move your head.