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MARTIN:
No, no, no. Vivian.

Vivian, please, no. He's my son!

BRIGHT:
They're gonna kill you.

Run.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Nice hat.

♪ ♪

CAPSHAW:
Don't worry.

Just keep this between us...

(screams)

...and he will never hurt
anyone again.

(door opens, closes)

(gasps)
Oh, thank God.

Where have you been?

Sorry, Pilates ran long

and I was just dying
for a pink macaroon.

-Kidding.
-Not funny, Ainsley.

It's not not funny.

It was impossible to leave work.
They have me on air every hour.

You know. Dad.

And you're also
their best reporter.

You watch my reports?

Don't get cocky.

Well, something
I haven't reported yet.

A source tells me that Capshaw
is claiming Malcolm

was Dad's accomplice.

What?

I thought he would save me,
but no.

All he cared about
was his father.

I knew it
the moment he looked at me.

With those...

cruel eyes.

GIL:
You buying this?

She's wrong about Bright.

Our boy's crazy,
but not that crazy.

Good.

We all know she's lying.

The problem is,
we're the only ones.

(door opens)

Hello, sleepyhead.

BRIGHT:
You drugged me? Where are we?

What did you do?

You said "run," so I ran.

I didn't say take me with you.

Well, you had
a pulmonary embolism.

I was saving your life.

Uh, you're welcome.

Whoa, easy, easy.

Now, look,

I want to untie you, my boy.

We need to discuss how we get
out of this whole imbroglio.

I'm not getting you
out of anything.

We are the victims here,
Malcolm.

That woman abducted me.
Almost killed you.

And, if she's smart...

She'll tell them I was
part of the whole thing.

You're in a pickle.

I need to call Gil,
tell him the whole story.

Look, look, Gil's great and all,

but right now it's your word
against hers.

Who would you believe?

Can we talk? Hmm?

Just for a second?

You look ridiculous.

I look great. I'm incognito.

You know,
a little dirty blond hair dye

and some styling and voilà.

I'm a mountain man,
named Claire.

I've always respected men
with lady names.

What do you think?
Uh, too blond? Too dirty?

Too insane.

Okay, forget it.
Now, I've got a plan.

I mean, it's a little crazy,
but the best ones usually are.

No. There's no plan.

I'm not your friend
and I'm not working with you.

I'm bringing you in.

Okay, just hear me out.

Trust your old man for once.

I didn't kill you.

That's got to count
for something, right?

(phone ringing)

-(dial tone)
-Hello?

(exhales)

(thudding in cabinet)

(electronic blipping)

You've got to be kidding me.

Mmm.

Oh, how I have missed nougat.

(distant train whistle blows)

(inhales sharply)
Hmm.

Welcome to Maple Mountain.
Nice, huh?

Why are we in Vermont?

Why aren't we in Vermont?
It's the best.

I told your mother I'd like
to grow old here,

you know, in a cabin

big enough to have
all the grandchildren visit.

(laughs softly)

That dream's as dead
as your 23 victims.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I'm absolutely right.

Look, you know,
it's almost 25 years since that.

Don't you ever think
it's possible that I changed?

You said that in your message.

You're not a killer anymore.

Bingo.

And I have got a way
to prove it.

(sighs)

BRIGHT: You want to find
a missing woman?

-That's your brilliant plan?
-If we find this woman

and the guy who took her,
it'll prove your innocence

and maybe, just maybe,
redeem your old man.

For I believe that Jeannie
Larkin has been abducted by...

-The Woodsman.
-The Woods-- Wha...?

You ruined my big thing.
How did you know?

I worked The Woodsman case
at the Bureau for years.

She matches his victimology,

we're in the right region...

and he's overdue.

Well, it looks like I picked
the right man for the job.

And I know something
a-you don't.

The Woodsman lives here
in this town.

-How do you know that?
-Well, that's intel

for someone
who's not gonna call Gil Arroyo

the first chance he gets.

BRIGHT: Jeannie's
been missing for 12 days.

The Woodsman holds his victims
for two weeks, then kills them.

But we could save her. Together.

Oh. Oh, hey, yoo-hoo!

Oh, God, we've been spotted.

-(laughs): Hey!
-Claire. I was looking for you.

I got that fax
you were expecting.

Oh, thanks a mil, Gary.

Oh, and, uh,
this is my partner Cameron.

Oh. Welcome to Maple Mountain.

You two have a great one, okay?

-You got a fax?
-Mm, impressive, right?

There's no way cops are gonna be
monitoring an old fax machine.

Listen, I am going to prove

that I am a changed man,
Malcolm.

Even if it kills me.

But first...

...pancakes.

MARTIN:
Oh! (laughs)

Mmm! Oh, my boy, my boy, my boy.

You do not know
how long it's been

since I had real maple syrup.

-(laughs)
-Please stop.

These letters seem authentic.

I-I remember
The Woodsman's cursive.

The loops on his Gs.

Whimsical, yet precise.

I've always been aroused
by good penmanship.

Suppose I'm a little bisexual
in that respect.

No, you're not.

All right, each of these letters

was sent from a different town.

He used every zip code within
his kill radius, except one.

Maple Mountain.
That's how I knew he was here.

That's smart.

Well, I try.

He's a bit off-putting,
don't you think?

Total misogynist.

Boastful.

-I mean, it's a lot.
-Mm. He wants your approval.

He's craving it.

So, I've worked
this case for years,

almost lost my mind over it,
and you never thought...

To tell you?

Oh, I called every number
at the FBI.

You wanted nothing
to do with me.

You had such anger issues.

Still do.

WOMAN:
Uh-huh. We're open
from 9:00 to 5:00.

Okay.

No problem.

Thinking about calling me in?

-Yes.
-There's no time, my boy.

The Woodsman is consistent.

In two days,

he will drag
little Jeannie into the forest,

cleave through her chest
with a lumberjack's hook

and plant
a sapling on her grave.

And say what you will,
but his commitment

to reforestation is admirable.

You got something?

What?

His word choice.

"Pulseless non-breathing,"

"rovers" instead of radios.

"Last seen wearing."

He uses law enforcement jargon.

The FBI were always convinced

The Woodsman was
an unhinged drifter,

but that never made sense to me.

-How so?
-It was his method.

Planting a sapling
on the bodies.

Literally laying down roots.

Made me think that he was
part of a community.

An upstanding citizen.

-Maybe even...
-A cop?

Yeah.

I'll check in with local PD,
see if anyone fits the profile.

Great.
Let me hit the head and then...

No. No.

We're taking you back to
the motel and I'm tying you up.

If you want my trust,
you have to earn it.

You realize that plan is crazy.

Well, the best ones usually are.

RUIZ:
I'm putting out a BOLO
on Malcolm Bright.

You can't do that.
The media will crucify him.

You might as well issue
a shoot-on-sight order.

Oh, good call. I didn't know
we still did those.

Ruiz.

(panting)

This isn't a joke.

I've known Bright
since he was ten years old.

He's got his demons,
but he's not his father.

If he's still alive,
he's our best chance

-to bring in The Surgeon.
-Lieutenant Arroyo...

I'll stake my career on it.

Please. Give him a chance.

If another body drops, I'm not
answering for it. You are.

Come on, kid,
where the hell are you?

BRIGHT:
Any updates on The Surgeon?

BROOKS:
Nope.

Just that he might
have a hostage.

There's no name yet.

Damn, his daughter's smoking.

Maybe you can help me.

I work with the NYPD.

I'm here in town
about a missing person.

Jeannie Larkin.

You look like the kind of guy
who might know about her case.

You better talk to the sheriff.

She's back here. Come on.

So, why does a fancy cop
out of New York

come all the way up here
for a missing person case?

Well, Sheriff Cooley,
I think I know who took her.

Call me Fern.
Everyone else does.

So, who you thinking?

-The Woodsman?
-You suspect him, too?

Not really,
but around these parts,

he gets blamed for everything,

from B and E's
to missing bird feeders.

Woodsman sure does
get around, huh?

(Fern chuckles, gasps)

Don, you brought egg salad.

Mmm.
(chuckles)

Sorry. The missus and I have

a standing lunch date
every Friday.

After two kids
and 20 years of marriage,

-it's what keeps us going.
-Mm-hmm.

Um, so what do you think
happened to her?

Well, Jeannie Larkin's family
sent her out here to get sober,

and I bet it didn't work.

She'll show up back home
when she runs out of money.

I mean, that's my hunch,
anyways.

DON:
Seems like a nice girl.

You sure you shouldn't ask him?

Ask who?

Of course.

Never hurts to shake
the trees a little.

Hey, Crutch!

Deputy Crutchfield's
our resident expert.

He's been at, um, what, three
of The Woodsman crime scenes?

Weren't those
in different jurisdictions?

Worked for a few sheriffs
over the years,

but never too far from home.

I was born here.

You don't say.

(siren wails)

Oh, please, Gil. Say something.

Capshaw was harboring
a fugitive, called you

and you didn't tell anyone?

(sighs)
I was weak.

But I have wanted to be
free of him for so long.

Do you know how many crimes
you just admitted to?

I will make a statement,

tell them everything,
consequences be damned.

We don't have
that leverage anymore.

She's already the victim.
That's the way they all see it.

Well, I have to do something.

I know that look, Jess.

Fine.

If this year's taught me
anything, it's that...

...we have to learn
from our mistakes.

Some mistakes are just too big.

(door opens)

FERN:
So, this is everything

we have on The Woodsman.

(door closes)

It's actually four, isn't it?

Excuse me?

BRIGHT:
That scar.

That's his hand.

You were there when they found
Melanie Stapleton.

That's four crime scenes,
not three.

Now that you mention it,
suppose you're right.

-How the hell
didn't I know that?
-BRIGHT: As I recall,

a critical blood sample
went missing from that one.

Lab lost it. Set us back a week.

BRIGHT:
Can I ask,

who did they blame, Crutch?

-(door opens)
-BROOKS: Sir?

Telephone for you.
It's your lieutenant.

Said his name's Claire.

-Hello?
-MARTIN: It's me.

Don't be mad, okay?
I'm at the motel.

And I wanted to check out
some of those premium channels

Gary's been bragging about.

You're calling me to say
you're watching porn?

No.

I didn't have a credit card,

so I'm checking the news
instead, and it's bad.

You are a wanted man, son.

They're calling you
my accomplice.

I mean, you got to get out
of there. Now.

Yeah, I can't do that.

What? Why?

Oh, do they know already?

No, it's not that. I, um...

You found The Woodsman.

Oh, my boy, my boy.

Oh, do you-you need a minute?

No.

Pushing down your feelings.

Looking for salvation
in a case to solve.

You learned a lot from Bright.

Yeah. I have, too.

Never thought I'd say it,
but I like the guy.

I don't need a pep talk.

How about a lead?

Ainsley Whitly paid a visit
to Claremont today.

Why would she go there?

(footsteps approaching)

What? Are you guys busy?

We heard about
your visit to Claremont.

Good, that'll save us some time.

I think I know where they are.

Ever heard of The Woodsman?

♪ ♪

-Did you steal this truck?
-Of course not.

Gary said I could borrow it
for the afternoon.

People around here are so nice.

Or just slow. I can't tell.
We got to go.

-No.
-What do you mean, "No"?

-Get in the truck.
-Jeannie Larkin is in
a spider hole up in those hills.

Hungry, scared and hurting.

She has one day left.

We can still save her.

But you are a wanted man now.

We have to run.

What happened?

I thought you were
a changed man.

Where's that sweet guy
from Vermont named Cameron?

No, I'm Claire.

-You're Cameron.
-No!

You're a predatory psychopath.

I'm calling Gil.
I should've known.

Okay, okay, okay, okay,
I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry.

Look, I was, I was sick,
when you were little.

You know,
my career and your mother,

they all demanded perfection.

And I was perfect.

Except when I wasn't.
You know, I made mistakes.

-You killed twenty...
-I know, I know what I did.

I know what I did,
and I do not want my son

getting killed because of it.

Why can't you see that?

I'm just trying to be
your father.

Then be my father,
and help me save this girl.

Now, I think, I think Deputy
Crutchfield is The Woodsman.

If I'm right,

he'll visit Jeannie soon.

Okay. Well, then it's
a good thing I brought chips,

'cause we are going
on a stakeout. (laughs)

CAPSHAW:
I have to say,
I was not expecting your call.

If you are suggesting that
I have an ulterior motive...

(sighs)

...you'd be right.

Women's intuition.

We share more than that.

We're both survivors.

Not only of The Surgeon,
but of Martin Whitly.

I don't know
which one hurt me more.

Believe me, I understand.

What about your son?

He's not the man
you think he is.

Other people need to know that.

Malcolm is not his father.

(exhales)

Please...
(laughs softly)

let me convince you of that.

Okay.

Uh-- Oh, but first,
let me get dessert.

The staff left petit fours.

I'll be right back.

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(distant train whistle blows)

♪ ♪

-Exclaiming, "Aye..."
-(laughs)

Well, then it's just like you.

Whatcha thinking about?

You.

Always you.

Aw, that's nice.
I was thinking about peeing.

We've been here for hours.

No. You stay in my sight
at all times.

I have been called a monster
more times than I would like,

but I draw the line
at exposing myself

in the front seat of a pickup.

Fine.

Make it quick.

(thudding nearby)

Martin?

Martin?

Claire?

(twig snaps)

Don't move.

(door closes in distance)

What the hell is he doing?

MARTIN:
Probably picking out
which seedlings

he's gonna plant on our bodies.

This is all wrong.

He had us all alone out there
with no one around.

Why would he bring us back here?

Uh, just to say it out loud,

what if Crutchfield
isn't The Woodsman?

Well, then
he'd bring us back here

because he just made
the biggest arrest

in the history of Vermont.

That's a low bar, but still.

He'd also call it in to Fern.

Or, Brooks.

Which means...

The real Woodsman
knows we're here.

Yeah, before we talk
about Malcolm,

there is one thing
I have been
dying
to ask you.

Well, you'd better hurry up
and ask.

(laughing)

How did you let Martin get
so close in the first place?

You knew what he was.

Yeah.

He's brilliant.

Dashing.

It's so hard to find a man
with manners these days.

Right?

But surely there are a few
who aren't...

(chuckles):
serial killers.

You shouldn't victim blame.

I could ask why you let him kill

right under your nose
for all those years.

Back then, I wasn't
a good judge of character.

(laughs softly)

But now...

I can sniff 'em out
a mile away.

Do we really have to do this?

(laughs softly, sniffles)

Whatever sick game
you and Martin are playing

-(liquid pouring)
-that's your business.

But you did make one mistake:

bringing my son into it.

Ooh.

What was that, Jessie?

Did you...?

-(locks click)
-I'm a little light-headed.

GIL (over headset):
Jess, you okay? What's going on?

-Do you need us to come in?
-No.

No. No.

Not like this.

I'm not done.

Oh, honey, you're so done.

GIL:
I'm giving you one more minute.

(exhales heavily)

Why are you doing this?

We move the second
she gets a confession.

CAPSHAW:
You know why Martin and I

were made for each other?

'Cause we know how it feels
to hold a life in our hands.

No.

Please...

Oh, please, Vivian. Please.

And when I had...

two of the Whitly men,

tortured, bound.

Ah...

What a feeling that was.

And your son...

...when he screamed out,

not for Mama...

...but for Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy...

No!

(exhales forcefully)

Sorry, Viv.

It's going to take more
than two martinis

and a couple of Valium
to take me down.

That's breakfast in this family.

You're so right.

Mixing booze and pills

is such a cliché way to die.

Maybe something more dramatic.

(grunting)

We got it. Let's go!

Dramatic?

I studied Krav Maga
with Grace Jones.

Bring it.

I hate it when
they don't go down easy.

BRIGHT:
Deputy, listen to me.

Someone in this station
is The Woodsman.

The missing evidence,
the corrupted crime scenes?

The common denominator
is this department.

You know who it is, don't you?

It couldn't be...

-(slashing)
-(cries out)

-(grunting)
-No!

(grunting)

(panting)

Die already!

You don't scare me.

You don't know me.

(squishes)

(metallic scraping)

(screams)

(yells)

Oh!

-(growls)
-(yells)

(banging on door)

GIL:
NYPD! Open up!

(gasping)

(banging)

You will not destroy my family.

(gasps) Ah!

Suspect is down.
Suspect is down.

OFFICER:
Put your hands behind your back.

(handcuffs clicking)

Looks like I got here
just in time.

I had it under control.

I meant for her sake.

♪ ♪

(gasps softly)

So this is where he'll do it?

MARTIN:
Yep.

His special spot.

Where he's in control.

I don't think this ends well
for you and me, bud.

You're scared.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

-(knocking on door)
-BROOKS: Hold on.

Hold on!

All right, we just go in.

Morning.

Uh, Detective Tarmel, NYPD.

This is my partner
Detective Powell.

We, uh, have reason to believe

this man may be in the area.

BROOKS:
The Surgeon?

Oh. Only excitement
we had around here

was your profiler yesterday
about The Woodsman.

You're Ainsley Whitly.

Wow.

(door closes)

Morning, Brooks.

Hey, Fern.

Uh, you seen Crutch?

His car's out back,
but I can't reach him.

He's probably
just grabbing breakfast.

You know Crutch.
(chuckles softly)

-Who's this now?
-Sheriff.

We're with NYPD.

We think The Surgeon
might be hiding in your town,

so if someone is missing,
it could be bad.

-We're here to help.
-I mighty appreciate that.

Brooks, call Crutch's landline.

I'll drive by his house.

And... Oh, you, uh,

you folks may want
to check the pub.

(door creaks open)

♪ ♪

(closing door echoes)

(heavy footsteps)

(weapons rattle on table)

What's wrong here?

The sheriff's scared.

Yeah, she tried
to get rid of us.

Coffee's cold.

Fresh grounds in the trash can.

There's the real crime.

I mean, the place
just opened up,

you know,
and there's cold coffee?

Deputy had tea, but
the sheriff drank the coffee

without hesitation.

She didn't want us to know
she pulled an all-nighter.

Doing what?

Is that blood?

Don't move.

Get on the ground.

All of you!

Hey, what happened here,
Sheriff?

Get on the ground.

I will shoot you!

Don't do anything crazy, okay?

I'm a father.

All right? I'm a good man.

And I am not a threat to you.

But you should know...

-What?
-She is.

(gasps, grunts)

(whimpering)

Did you bring
the egg salad, Don?

MARTIN:
You know him?

Sheriff Cooley's husband.

Predatory psychopath

married an emotionally
compromised enabler.

With access.

She protected you
from the inside.

You read my letters

so you know what comes next.

MARTIN:
Hey, look, Donny-boy.

Uh, killer to killer,

you know,
we can skip this part.

You know, it's pedantic
and frankly it's a waste...

(grunts)

-(grunts)
-Killer to killer,

you haven't been in my league
in decades.

Now.

(metallic scrape)

Let's start with...

The Surgeon.

How'd it happen, Don?

Did Fern find out
what you are too late?

(metallic tapping)

Did you hurt her?

(squeaking)

Or did she find you?

Is she really the one
who's in charge?

Her?

Never.

This is all me.

Nothing like a misogynist

who needs a woman
to get the job done.

(grunting)

(panting)

-No!
-Don't worry.
I won't hurt him.

That would be wrong.

JT:
Fern,

there's no way
you did this on your own.

Who's the real Woodsman,

and why did you help him?

It's your husband, isn't it?

(Ainsley laughs softly)

Sheriff Cooley,

you don't know me,

but my father
is Martin Whitly.

(chuckles softly)

Growing up...

I always knew
that I was half darkness,

like my dad.

But I also knew...

I was half my mother.

Good...

kind...

brave.

Your daughters won't be able
to say that.

For them,
it will be all darkness.

But you can still
redeem yourself.

All you have to do is tell us.

Where is The Woodsman?

Jeannie doesn't have long.

We need Don to think
we'll hurt him.

That won't work, son.

Violence is his specialty.

He'll see through it.

Fine. I know what to do.

No, no, no.
He'll see through you, too.

Then you have to do it.

He wants your approval.
You can break him.

I can't. Not anymore.

I'm sorry.

Okay, new deal.

You can hurt one person.

Him.

A serial killer.

There's no other way.

Well, there is another way.

It's hard, it's awful.

And an innocent woman
has to die.

But at least
I'll have proved something.

I'm not the man

I used to be.

I realize you've changed.

Okay?

I get it.

But right now...

I need you

to hurt this person.

I can't let Jeannie die.

Please.

I'm asking as your son.

Okay.

(Don screaming)

♪ ♪

(screaming continues)

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

It's okay.

Your plan worked.

The child's close by.

What about Don?

-Is he...
-Alive?

Yeah.

But he's not happy about it.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

She has to be here.

(hollow thudding)

This is it.

BRIGHT:
Jeannie?

You're safe.

(whimpering)

Here you go, put this over you.

You're in shock.

The bad man is gone now.

You'll be safe with us.

-(phone beeps)
-What are you doing?

My boy...

we saved her.

Let-Let's stick to the plan.

(phone dialing)

Can-can we-- can we talk?

(line ringing)

OPERATOR:
911. What is your emergency?

This is Malcolm Bright.

I have Jeannie Larkin
and The Woodsman.

And Martin Whitly.

We're 200 yards

from a hunting cabin
off Highway 3.

(exhales)
I don't see any...

Stay on the line.
They're coming for you.

Dr. Whitly?!

GIL:
She's lawyered up, but we got

enough to put her away.

You did good, Jess.

Oh, I couldn't have done it
without you.

(laughs softly)

Or my formidable tolerance

for painkillers.
(chuckles)

Maybe I need to work on that.

I want to see some things
in my life...

a lot more clearly.

EDRISA:
Should I go?

Uh... 'cause it's
getting a little steamy.

(laughs):
Yeah, I should, I should go.

What do you have, Edrisa?

Right.

Uh, I got my hands
on Capshaw's old medical files.

N-No reason to dwell
on the legality of it all.

I thought she scrubbed them.

She tried.

I have reason to believe

that Capshaw is responsible
for at least

11 deaths during her tenure
at eight hospitals.

Whoa.

No wonder Martin
liked her so much.

Bright!

Malcolm!

-JT: Bright!
-AINSLEY: Malcolm!

Jeannie Larkin!
I'm Jeannie Larkin.

Dani, I'm in Northwest one.

-We found Jeannie Larkin.
-DANI: Copy that.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey, hey, where are the men
who found you?

Uh, the older one just-just ran.

The other one went after him.

I-I don't understand.

The Surgeon's running
out of moves.

They both are.

(panting)

Dr. Whitly!

(bird cawing)

(sighs)

(breathing heavily)

I did everything!

I shared the letters.

I saved Jeannie.

I was done being that man!

But y...

you just couldn't believe it,
could you?

So you made me become him again.

You ruined every...

That's not how
psychopathy works.

It's who you are.

No, you tricked me.

You asked me to help.

I was trying to be
a good father, you...!

You don't belong out here.

This world...

...isn't for you.

Dad!

Listen to me.

I'm trying to save you.

♪ ♪

I was a good father.

But you...

...you were never a good son.

You're going to kill me.

Ten seconds ago,

that's when you decided.

There's no other way.

(Martin grunts)

(gasps)

(quietly):
Yes, there is.

(groans, pants)

(gasping):
I was right.

We are the same.

♪ ♪

DANI:
Bright?

What did you do?

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MAN:
Greg, move your head.