All language subtitles for Prodigal.Son.S02E12.WEBRip.x264-ION10

This is about family.

Everything I'm doing,
everything I've done...

Martin? He was never with us.

It's all for you.

For us.

Bright?

I heard what happened
at the farm.

The Surgeon's gone.

So all eyes are on
his head case son, right?

The criminal profiler who
couldn't find his own father.

No one cares about that.

I care.

I can't live like this.

Knowing he's out there
somewhere.

He could come
for me at any time.

That's not what scares you.

What scares you

is living the rest of your life
without your father in it.

No, my mistake was
underestimating him.

It was brilliant, really,

using the other inmates
as a diversion.

-Bright.
-But to craft
an alternate escape plan?

Martin must have had
another ally.

-Someone I missed.
-Give it a rest.

For once in your life,
slow down and acknowledge

what this is doing to you.

Where's Vivian Capshaw?

License and registration,
please.

Sure. Um...

Sorry, did I do something wrong?

All right.

Ms. Capshaw.

Vivian.

Can I get a peek in your trunk?

Huh?

No, I'm messing with you.

-Oh.
-Your left taillight's out.

I'd be happy to take
a look back there,

tell you if it's the bulb
or the fuse.

That's a kind offer.

Oh, it's just a little common
courtesy

for a, uh, a nice lady
driving alone at night.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Ooh, I've heard that one before.

You know, in my defense,

they don't make 'em
prettier than you.

Wow.

Pretty and nice?

We're so lucky to have
a strong, confident man like you

protecting us from...

the unsavory elements
of society.

Can I go now?

You headed for the beach?

A little sun and fun?

That's the plan.

Yeah. You can go.

Drive safe now.

They were having sex.

My father
and-and Vivian Capshaw.

The woman made a mistake.

Doesn't mean she was boffing
a convicted serial killer.

During my last visit,
my father was preoccupied

with some sort
of erotic fantasy.

Uh, that's TMI, bro.

But what if it wasn't
just a fantasy?

There were candy wrappers.
Butterscotch.

Martin had them tucked away,

like little mementos, indicating
some sort of significance.

If I'm right, at the very least,

Vivian is lying
about the severity

of her lapse in judgment.

At worst,

she's the one who broke
my father out of Claremont.

Okay.

Call me if you turn up
with an actual lead.

And as for you,

you're off my case.

You said yourself

I'm in a unique position
to help you find Martin Whitly.

That was before
I spent yesterday

barking up the wrong tree.

This doesn't mean we can't run
a parallel investigation.

-That's exactly what it means.

Gil, please.
You know how much I need this.

Stop.

I am scared.

You barely made it through
the last manhunt.

You are not gonna
survive another one.

Go home, Malcolm.

I'm not ordering you this time,

I'm begging you.

The Surgeon has been
missing for days,

and Gil wants to take you
off the case?

He thinks I'm a liability.

Don't they even want
to bring Dad in?

Dead or alive.
Case closes either way.

Good.

Maybe keep a lid

on the death wish just
for the sake of your children?

I support Gil's decision.

That does not mean
I want your father dead.

You have become
consumed by this, Malcolm.

You cannot keep tormenting
yourself

in some desperate attempt
to understand his twisted mind.

I love you.

Both of you.

More than I hate him.

Now, it is time

that we pour ourselves a drink,
hunker down,

and let the police
do their work.

What are your theories, exactly?

Vivian Capshaw.

She didn't just
unshackle Martin.

She helped him escape.

Well, if he's gotten
into her mind,

then she's a victim,
no matter how complicit.

They have to understand that.

She's also missing.

So Dad and this woman are just

out there somewhere, together?

That's the theory.
But they don't believe it.

So no one's looking for her.

Look, I know you don't care
about Martin.

But what about
a brainwashed woman

trapped in the clutches

of an unleashed serial killer?

Vivian Capshaw
isn't just a victim.

She could be victim number 24.

Well, then, we have to find her.

I hoped that we'd have
all this someday, didn't you?

Rachmaninoff.

Hmm. Cold drink.

The water view.

Because of you...

...wow, today is someday.

No, no, no, darling,
don't try and get up.

We wouldn't want you
to hurt yourself, would we?

I can't...

I can't feel my legs.

I know you can't.

You were trapped in the trunk
of my car for hours.

Oh, and when we finally
arrived here,

I took the liberty
of administering

a lidocaine spinal block
as well.

Wha... What did you...?

It was for your own good,
sweetheart.

I was worried-- very worried--

that the abrupt change
of scenery

could be jarring.

So...

...what do you remember?

Crossing the threshold
to freedom?

You probably didn't even feel

-the needle in your neck.
-Ah...

It was
quite the journey.

Finally, we can be together.

Welcome home.

Ah.

Is that Jessica Whitly?

Raymond.

Uh, may we join you?

-J-Jessica.

I'm not sure that's appropriate.

Aw, do they still have that--
thank you so much--

chopped Thai ginger salad? Mmm.

It's been 20 years.

Oh, still,
there's nothing like the kick

of a little spicy
peanut dressing

to get you through
that post-lunch myectomy.

Dr. Stengel. It's me, Malcolm.

Malcolm Whitly? You're-you're...

All grown up, yes.

You might have
recognized me better

if you hadn't shunned us
after my father's arrest.

Oh, there, there, darling.

Raymond was only sacrificing
his personal integrity

in order to appease
the hospital donors.

What are you doing here?
Have the police found Martin?

No. No.

And they won't.

Not without your help.

I have reason
to believe my father

has taken a hostage, a
correctional medicine physician

at Claremont Psychiatric.

Look, I don't see
what that has to do with me.

Learning about her is
how I catch him.

Victimology is an important
subset of forensic psychology.

-What is it you do for a living?
-It's an emerging profile.

But to truly understand
Dr. Vivian Capshaw,

I need more.

And that's where you come in.

Look, I don't have access
to those kinds of records.

Oh, you have a crony
on the board

of every hospital in this city.

Now, we need to know
every secret there is to know

about Vivian Capshaw.

Did your father and I
ever tell you the story?

How we met?

Oh. It was a hospital benefit.

Black tie.

Of course,
the best Martin could muster was

a navy suit and brown shoes.

But somehow I managed
to see past the shoes

when Raymond introduced us.

I never properly thanked you
for that introduction, Raymond.

I will find out what I can.

I need Capshaw's file.

A list of all her patients,
their cases...

Fine, I'll get it, all of it.
Just please leave.

According to Capshaw's file,

Logan Zeiger was one of her last
patients at St. Sebastian's.

So this guy's
the reason she resigned?

We know Vivian likes to blur
the lines of authority.

Maybe Martin wasn't
her first office romance.

Gross.

Mr. Zeiger is in meetings
all day.

What's in that room?

Who are you?

-My assistant.
-Long-suffering.

I'm sorry,
I have to ask you to leave.

Ms. Whitly would really like
to include Mr. Zeiger's comments

on Dr. Vivian Capshaw
for her segment.

Don't touch anything.

What happened to him?

He's paralyzed.

A high-level cervical
spinal cord injury.

Can he talk?

Hell yes, I can talk.

But the Dow doesn't look kindly
on invalids.

The hospital considered
my condition inoperable.

Must have seen 50 doctors
until Vivian...

Vivian's surgery paralyzed you,
didn't it?

Do you hold her responsible?

Vivian helped me
when no one else would.

I think you should go.

No. Tell me, please, Logan.

Tell me how she helped you.

My collection--

she sends me a piece every year

to mark the occasion
of my surgery.

The day...

I became a survivor.

Now...

you tell me why you're here.

We're investigating
the escape of Martin Whitly

from Claremont Psychiatric
Hospital.

We have reason to believe

that Dr. Capshaw acted
as his accomplice.

Vivian is not some criminal.

She's a hero.

She is my hero.

You really need to leave.

You stay...
you stay away from her.

-You s...

stay away from her.

What are you thinking?

I don't think Vivian is
the victim here.

I think our father is.

Here.

What's a water view
if you can't enjoy it, right?

I'm not used to this type of...

confinement.

I know. This could take
some getting used to.

How about another drink?

We can't stay here,
though, Vivian.

You know, there are people
looking for me.

But no one's looking for me.

All police see when they
look at me is a victim.

But Martin Whitly...

Ooh, the Big Bad Wolf,
the bogeyman,

The Surgeon.

People take comfort
in confining women

to their expected roles.

So, yes, we can stay here.

You're finally free.

Mmm...

Let's get that drink.

Hello?
Jessica.

-Martin?
-Yeah, Jessica, please.

She's a monster.

Martin?

Martin, where are you?

Hello, Jessica.

Vivian?

-Don't worry.

I'll take care of him.

Tell me what that means.

But it's what you wanted,
remember?

Martin Whitly out of your life.

Vivian, I can't let you...

Yes, you can, Jessica.

Just keep this between us,

and he will never hurt
anyone again.

Okay?

Let's take this to the bedroom.

Mom?

Are you okay?

Who was on the phone?

Uh...

Wrong number.

I'm disappointed in you, Martin.

Vivian, please, let...

Let's not be hasty.

We want the same things.

I thought we did.

I thought you wanted
to be with me.

-I do.

I don't believe you!

You called her?

Why?

What is it with Jessica?!

I met her, remember? Your ex.

She's beautiful, but she's not
your equal, Martin.

-This isn't about Jessie.
-Jessie?

You call her Jessie?

That's not a name.

That's a shade of lip gloss.

I've always known

that men need to feel superior
to their sexual partners

because they think
it keeps the spark alive.

I thought you were different.

I'll remind you,

my, uh, marriage
didn't exactly work out.

No.

Because you were hiding
your true self.

It's a shame
so many people had to die.

But what you did
with those bodies...

Jessie could never understand
your accomplishments.

But-but you can?

Yeah.

Because I have
a brilliant medical mind.

Just like you.

No, you-- No, you won't need
the drugs. I-I...

I'm not--
I'm not gonna run again.

That's not what these are for.

I know what's holding you back.

I need to prove

that I am worthy
of your companionship.

Adenosine.

Rivotril.

And, of course, fentanyl.

Pick one.

Go on, pick one.

But don't tell me
what you choose

because that's part of the
challenge. But just pick one.

Come on. Come on. Just pick one.
Come on, just pick one.

My first day in the infirmary...

you gave an inmate aspirin,
but...

but you knew, didn't you?

You knew Quentin was suffering
from a subdural hematoma.

Time's up.

This will be so much easier
if you don't fight me.

No.

Adenosine.

Oh, God! Why do you...
why do you have to ruin my fun?

Come on.

Only a true surgeon
can really appreciate

the unique sensation

of his own heart stopping.

-Shh, darling.

You're going to die now.

But don't worry.

I'll bring you back.

Vivian Capshaw

kidnapped The Surgeon.

The surgery she performed
on Logan Zeiger proves it.

Her psychology is closer
to Martin's own

than one of his victims.

No one's got the hot takes
like Malcolm Bright.

There is no evidence whatsoever
that Capshaw

-is mentally unstable.
-You looked into her?

A trusted member of my team
has a theory, I run it down.

Doesn't mean you were right.

Bright,
Capshaw's record is clean.

And if I'm not buying her

as a brainwashed victim,

there's no way in hell
I'm buying

she's nutty enough
to kidnap The Surgeon.

She operated on Logan Zeiger
not in spite of the risks

but because of them.

Vivian suffers from
malignant hero syndrome.

Her need to control drives her
to hurt patients

to receive credit
for saving them.

It's a subset
of the angel of mercy pathology.

All right, so,
Vivian's hacking up patients,

the hospital finds out,
forces her to resign,

and erases her record
in order to avoid a lawsuit?

Yes! Precisely.

Do you hear yourself?

The-the mental hoops
you're jumping through?

Look, my father is in danger.
I-I can feel it.

I've seen that hand shake while
you're ordering a mochaccino.

What's more likely, that Martin
is this woman's victim,

or that The Surgeon
is carving up

the pretty doctor as we speak?

She sent Logan Zeiger gifts
every year from the same shop.

The owner of the store
had an address for Vivian.

It's a storage facility,
an hour out of the city.

-No way.
-Whatever's there

might corroborate my profile.

A storage facility,

anonymous, deserted.

Not a bad place to hole up
with a hostage.

You think that's where
she's keeping The Surgeon?

I think it's a peaceful drive
up the Sawmill

and a bit of recon.

Either we find Martin
or we don't.

But either way,
this is all over. Right?

Sure. Right.

Let's go.

Dani.

You really up for this?
Because he sure isn't.

Either way, he's going there.
I'll keep an eye on him.

Breathe...

The sudden spike in anxiety
is just the epinephrine

restoring your heart's rhythm.

Breathe, darling, breathe.

Untie me.

I can tell by your tone that
you may need more convincing.

Untie me now!

Fentanyl next, I think.

Why did you do that?!

That was for us!

We can't go on like this.

If I need to break you, I will.

I will, Martin.

NYPD. Show yourselves.

-I can't see anything.
-The lights are automated.

They should come on... now.

They're not here.

It's over.

Hey.

I did this for you
because you needed it.

How about you show me
the same respect?

Dani, I respect you.

Come over here.

Fentanyl, other opiates.

Paralytics, beta blockers,
sedatives.

She's a doctor. It's not enough.

When will it be enough?

I need you. I'm not a cop.

But I have been right before,
when everyone else is wrong,

and I am telling you,
I am right on this.

We are running
out of time to save him.

You don't care.

None of you care
if my father lives or dies.

And what if he did?

I'll tell you what,
you would be free.

What if I need...?

What if...

What if he makes me who I am?

Martin Whitly is
a cruel and violent man.

You, you are none
of those things.

Let him go, Malcolm.

I'm begging you.

You could have a life.

Bright...

Um...

It's Gil. I...

I'll be right back
and we can talk, okay?

Hey, boss.

Who's there?

Hey!

Ainsley.

Did you find anything?

Malcolm? Malcolm, are you there?

Hello, Malcolm.

Just dropped by
to pick up a few things.

I know you took my father.

I know what you're doing to him.

I'm not sure that's possible.

Tell me where he is!

You could arrest me.

But then you wouldn't
find where he is.

Take me to Martin Whitly.

No.

I'll surrender,
put my life in your hands...

...if you bring me to my father.

And then what?

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Or maybe I'll call my friends
at Major Crimes.

What is it?

All you need to know is
that two would do the trick.

Gil wants us to head home.

Bright?

Lieutenant, why are you
at the Whitly home?

Jessica.

The security is so tight
out there,

-they almost didn't let me in.
-What are you doing here?

I didn't know I needed an excuse
to check up on you.

I'm so sorry.

The, the press, the police,

it just brings it all back,
doesn't it?

Here I am,
trapped again in this house

with all these ghosts,

and it's all because of him.

But how's the search going?

Have the Marshals
found anything? Any leads?

I know why you're anxious, Jess.

-You do?
-Sure.

Malcolm and I had
a disagreement.

He's become convinced
that his father

is a victim in all of this.

Damn it, Martin.

There's no good outcome here,
Jess.

If they find him,
bring him back alive,

he's back in your lives.

If they take him out...

My children lose their father.

It's okay to hope
for that, you know?

Martin put you through hell.

That ghost?
It's not a friendly one.

And in my weaker moments,
I want him dead, too.

For you.

Maybe it would, uh...

Maybe things could be different.

I don't want to keep secrets
from you anymore.

-Hey.

They're just thoughts.

They don't make you
a bad person.

It's the actions that matter.

You're right.

Of course you're right.

Oh.

This will all be over soon.

My brother's in trouble.

Again.

That's it?

Malcolm disappears,

and you're not even worried?

I'm always worried.

But I'm also pissed.

We were together,
working the search for Martin,

until we had an argument.

And then he went rogue.

Not this time.

At least...

not on his own terms.

I know you took my father.

I know what you're doing to him.

I'm not sure that's possible.

Capshaw.

I tried calling him back,
but his phone's dead.

Or... worse.

But... if he means
anything to you,

help me.

Please.

Tell me what you know.

My boy.

Don't worry.
I've no plans to hurt you.

Although I'm not sure...

there's room for three.

Your father

is so close
to finally committing

to our life together.

Well, you know
I can't do that, Vivian.

Not until you agree
to let go of my son.

Oh, Malcolm came with me
willingly.

Why did you do that?

Don't you share the popular
opinion about Martin Whitly?

Of course I do.

He's a psychopath.

An unrepentant murderer.

Then why are you here?

Because he also happens
to be my father.

Tell me what you want from me.

I want that.

I want what he has.

I want all of you.

Is this Logan Zeiger's place?

He got a bit defensive
when we came calling.

Because he understands me.

I understand you, Vivian.

This is what I do.

You saw something in my father.

You had a connection.

But that doesn't mean
you're the same.

He sees me.

He's the only one.

Martin Whitly is
a serial killer.

Not to mention
a malignant narcissist.

You want him to love you.

But he can't.

When was the last time
you mitigated an embolism?

You're-you're not equipped
for that procedure here.

Which is why,
when I complete it,

you'll understand my greatness

is aligned with your own.

No, no, no, Vivian,
Vivian, please, no.

-Vivian...
-Shh...

Malcolm...

He's my son!

And he's my patient.

-If he dies, I won't kill you.

No, I will make you live

in pain...

in agony...

in ways that you
can't possibly imagine.

-How devilish.
-Oh, I'm not the devil, Vivian.

But I will show you hell.

It's a powerful thing,
isn't it?

Holding a life
in the palm of your hand.

I know what drives you, Martin.
Because you know what?

It drives me, too.

What happens here today...

binds us for life.

No, you... you have
to complete the extraction

before it reaches
the pulmonary arteries.

I can do without
the mansplaining.

Someone's here.

What are you doing?
Complete the extraction!

Vivian!

911. What is your emergency?

Please help me.

Try to stay calm, ma'am.

I've been abducted.
I've been stabbed.

-Ma'am, I need you
to tell me where you are.
-The Surgeon is going

to kill me.
He's going to kill me.

Please hurry. Please.

Malcolm,
I need you to stay with me.

-Malcolm!

Don't worry, my boy,
it's like you said--

this is what I do.

Please come back to me.
Please, please, please.

This is all for you, remember?

All for us.

You saved my life.

They've found us.

I will always love you, Martin.

Always.

I called the police.

This isn't gonna work, Vivian.

I've seen prison now.

I can't go back there.

-I'm not as strong as you are.
-You have two men

locked in a torture dungeon.

No one's gonna believe
you're the victim.

Why not?

He did.

NYPD!

-NYPD!

You know, I think there may be
something very wrong

with that woman.

Okay, come on.

-It's okay.
It's all right, it's all right.

You're safe now.

She's right.

They're gonna kill you.

Run.

Help me!

-Please!
-Where are they?

Where's my family?

He's a monster!

Stay with her.
Put pressure on her wound.

Martin Whitly? NYPD!

Dr. Whitly?

I need you to show yourself.

Bright?

♪ Here I am♪

♪ Want you to know
just if you can♪

♪ Where I stand♪

NYPD!

♪ Tell myself
a new day is rising♪

♪ Get on the rise,
a new day is dawning♪

♪ Here I am♪

♪ Sun is shining♪

♪ Here I am♪

♪ Here I am♪

♪ Sun is shining.♪

Greg, move your head.