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Previously on
American Gothic...

Stunning break tonight

in the case of the elusive
serial killer

known as "Silver Bells."

BRADY:
It's the biggest lead

on this case in years.

NEWSCASTER:
Killer known for his eerie

calling card:
small, silver handbell.

ALISON:
Our dad?

Has to be some kind
of sick joke.

Silver Bells murders

stopped 14 years ago.

Do you remember what else
happened 14 years ago?

Garrett left.

Hey, little sister.

What did you hear him say?

I'm gonna tell him
it was you.

We have to tell the truth.

I love you.

(air hissing)

There's been some tough stuff...

with my family.

But I've been good, you know?
I really have.

Until last night.

I buckled. I called Rick.

That's my dealer.

They're always named Rick,
it seems like.

Anyway,

I called him, you
know the rest, so...

(sighs)

My sobriety starts over today.

(softly):
Yeah.

See, you can't
keep Domino's

on speed dial when
you're on a diet.

Delete Rick's number
from your phone, brother.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I'll watch.

(exhales)

Ah, phone's dead.

Charger.

(phone chiming)

¶ ¶

(Madeline gasps)

(sobbing quietly)

(sobbing)

Maybe we should try Cam again.

I've called him five times
from a few different numbers

in case he's screening.

(phone chimes)

It's just Brady.

Checking on me.

Tom and I haven't figured
out how to tell the twins.

(sniffles)

Where did Garrett go?

I told him, then he said
he was going for a walk.

That was at about 8:00
this morning.

(chuckles softly)

(door slams)

Where were you? You lied.

My cell phone was dead.

I'm sorry.

If you had gone to the hospital
like you said,

Mom wouldn't have been
alone when...

We should talk about
planning the funeral.

Without Mom?

Where...
She's taking a bath.

Be good to save
her the trouble,

anyway.

Um, I called
St. Paul's Church

about having
the service there

and then a reception

here afterward.

We should probably
limit the guest list,

'cause everyone's
gonna want to come.

Yeah.

Everyone loved Dad.

What...

Why are you so...

What?

Our father is dead,

and not a single tear.

Whoa.

No, you I can understand,
but Tess...

Okay, Alison's
grief coordinator.

Oh, come on.

It's a self-appointed position.

How many tears should we cry?

Will ten suffice?
Look, I'm sorry.

I can't bury our dad

until I have
some answers.

About what?

You know what.

The box we found
in the shed.

BRADY:
Is this about Silver Bells?

'Cause I'm on this case now,

so I should probably
be here if it is.

Newly minted Detective Ross.

Brother-in-law of city councilor
Alison Hawthorne-Price.

I'm sure she didn't
pull any strings.

(sighs, stammers)
Hang on.

Why don't you, uh,
take us through a briefing

on the Silver Bells murders?

Okay.

Sure.

(clears throat)

The Silver Bells Killer
committed six murders

between 1999

and 2002.

The victims are all members
of Boston's wealthy elite.

Consistent M.O.:
strangulation with a belt.

He carefully posed each corpse

in a chair like
a dead king on his throne.

And next to each body
he placed a single silver bell.

Now, the working theory
is that SBK

had a deeply ingrained
resentment of wealth and power.

SBK saw himself
as some sort of

a mascot of
a populist uprising.

Then he stopped.

Maybe he decided
to quit while he was ahead.

Maybe he knew that we didn't
have a shred of evidence

to help us find him.

But that all changed last week
in the tunnel collapse.

This high-end leather belt
was found in the rubble.

It is the first SBK murder
weapon ever recovered.

Now, in addition to the paint

on the belt,

forensics managed
to pull a fingerprint,

which was matched
to David Morales,

SBK's final victim,

and a faint blood stain,
which didn't match Morales.

Now, we believe that the belt
belonged to Morales,

which we're gonna confirm
with his next of kin.

We believe the blood
belonged to SBK himself.

It's most likely
that he disposed of the belt

in the concrete

thinking it would
never resurface,

so our best bet is to compile
a list of all the workers

who were on-site the day
the concrete panel was poured.

Those are our suspects.

Thanks for the warm welcome.

What exactly is it
you think you're gonna do?

Hold on.
Gunther.

Give us a minute?

Right.

Sure, right.

TESSA:
I want to show Brady

one of the bells,
so he can tell us if it's real.

No, absolutely not.

The last thing we need is to
tell a cop about the bells.

Not a cop, my husband.
We agreed

we'd keep this between us until
we know what we're dealing with.

Back me up here.

I-I'm not on anyone's side,
okay?

I don't want to bury it,

but I don't want
to come forward either.

I just want it to not exist.

Not helpful.

The sooner we find out
what's going on,

the sooner we can
lay Dad to rest.

Wait a minute.

Where's the box?

Wasn't it right there?

You said you wouldn't move it.

No, we didn't touch it.
How could it just...

MADELINE: If you're
looking for the bells...

they're gone.

¶ ¶

Your father
was always interested

in true crime stories,
do you remember?

Right, of course.

He watched Unsolved Mysteries
religiously,

and he always had a theory.

"The nanny did it, Mad,
I'm telling you."

But that true crime hobby
had taken a turn lately

because he was... slipping.

Wha...

What do you mean?

Dementia.

What?

He did a pretty good job
hiding it.

But he was sundowning.

Mornings were fine,
but by evening,

he started to deteriorate.

The last few
weeks were...

(voice breaks):
really bad.

Oh, Mom.

MADELINE:
About a week ago,

I found him out in the shed.

He was disoriented,
he called me Mary,

his sister's name, and he said,

"Mary, I think I'm a bad guy."

And then he showed me that box.

He'd found all the old articles
he'd saved from years ago,

and those dumb collectible bells
that he must've gotten off of

some murder memorabilia site.

But his brain

was failing him,

and he'd started
to think it was him.

That he was
the Silver Bells Killer.

Oh, God.

CAM:
Mom?

Are you sure...
Am I sure what?

That he was losing his mind?
Yes.

Are you sure
that he wasn't...

A serial killer?

I won't even dignify that
with a response.

I just lost my husband
of 38 years,

and the only thing that I have
a tiny sliver of gratitude for

is that he went
before this

bizarre delusion
could go any further.

He could've brought down

the whole family
with this nonsense.

And that would have been
his worst nightmare.

So where is it now?

The box.

It's gone.

I had Gunther get rid of...

all that old stuff
from the shed.

ALISON: We need to
keep this between us,

okay?

We can't tell anyone.

Not spouses,

not long-lost siblings.

It's our responsibility
to keep Dad's legacy intact.

Thank you.

So, we'll do
the visitation,

the service,
followed by cremation.

Per his wishes.

I'd like to speak
at the service.

Of course.

GARRETT:
What about me?

I want to speak
at the funeral.

I have something to say.

(doorbell chiming)

I think it's better if I speak
on behalf of the whole family.

(chuckles softly)

I disagree.

I'm here about Caramel.

Something's happened
to his tail.

It's been sewed up, but
something happened, I know it.

I suspect an incident
of animal mutilation.

Perhaps someone
in your family

saw something.

Phyllis,

do you remember
my husband Mitchell?

Tall guy, gray hair.

He's dead.

Good luck with your cat.

(phone rings)

Hello?

WOMAN: This is Renee
from Fisher Hill Hospital.

My apologies for bothering you,

Mrs. Hawthorne,
on such a difficult day,

but we need to discuss

an issue related to
Mr. Hawthorne's passing,

and it just can't wait.

What is this about?

There were some irregularities
in the machine

tracking his vitals.

It's important we discuss this
in person, as soon as possible.

ALISON:
You just caught us by surprise.

Showing up.

After 14 years.

Yeah, I should
have called.

What's your agenda here?

My agenda?

Violet said something

strange last night.

She said she heard
you say to Dad,

"I'm gonna tell them
it was you."

Well, she's, what, five?

And likes pretending

to be a slug.

Maybe she's not
the most reliable source.

You vanish

for a decade and a half,

show back up to watch Dad die,

then disappear
on "walks" for hours.

Did you have a specific
itinerary for me?

Maybe a duck tour?

Do you get the sense
you're wanted here?

(sighs)

Not to worry, sis.

I'm leaving.

Right after the funeral.

What is it you want to say
at the service?

Oh, I just want to share
a few special memories.

A few favorite quotes.

If you have something
you want to say,

just feel free
to share it with me now.

You're a politician, Alison.

You know the benefits

of reaching a large audience
with your message, right?

Now, if you're
finished with me,

I would like to take one
of my long weird walks.

He cannot speak at the memorial.

What do you mean?

Care to hear his
opening quote?

"In all ages, the
people have honored

"those who
dishonored them.

"They have canonized
the most gigantic liars

"and buried the great thieves
in marble and gold.

Under the loftiest monuments
sleeps the dust of murder..."

That's enough.

Sounds like he's gonna

accuse Dad
of something horrible.

Why? Why would
he do that?

I don't know.

They had that horrible fight
before he left.

Because Garrett didn't want
to join the family company?

Th-That's a mild grudge.
This is a vendetta.

I don't know what ax
he has to grind,

but clearly we can't
let him do it in public.

Do you think... he's the one
who did something horrible,

and now he's gonna

blame Dad for it?

Is it possible...

that box in the shed...?

No. It can't be.

LINDA:
Hmm, critical error.

What?

Your list
of workers present

the day the concrete
panel was poured.
Yeah?

It only included laborers,
not supervisors.

Yeah, because SBK's profile says
he's poor and disenfranchised.

Supervisors are
well compensated.

Thing is,
profile is an assumption,

and you know what they say
about assumptions.

Oh, do you not
know that one?

See, the idea is
when you assume...

I'll redo the list.
Oh, no need.

I did it for you.

(sighs)

Mitchell Hawthorne?

He's dead.

I want his DNA sample
by end of day.

You're not serious. You want
Mitchell Hawthorne's DNA?

As soon as possible.

The guy was CEO
of the company.

And he was
on-site that day.

And if a lamp goes missing
from the White House,

and they make a list of everyone

who was in the White
House when it happened,

the president is gonna be
on that list.

You really think
that he's the burglar?

We talking Kennedy or Nixon?

Okay.

I'll take care of it.
When?

I'm gonna need
a few days.

Once the body is buried,
we lose our best shot

at a good sample.
What do you
want me to do?

You want me
to open up the casket,

pull a hair off the corpse?

This shouldn't be that hard

considering you married
into the family.

Look, I am not gonna march in
and ask my mother-in-law

for a DNA sample to prove

that her husband wasn't
a serial killer

on the day she is
laying him to rest.

I see your point.

Yeah.

I'll do it myself.

No. No, I'll do it.

I will get a toothbrush
or something,

and then we can rule
Mitchell out, we can move on.

Super.

So where's his body?
Grandpa's, I mean.

Because based on a postmortem
timeline I looked up,

rigor mortis has
definitely set in by now.

I mean,
he's probably like...

(imitates gagging)

Or...

You know?
So where is he?

Sometimes they
drain the blood

and replace it
with 'balming fluid.

That way it smells
less bad.

Do you think they let
kids in the morgue?

'Cause I've never
seen a...
Sit tight.

Uh, I was supposed
to find out if you have

any dietary restrictions.

Caterers need to know.

(sighs)

I am pretty sick of squirrel.

So I guess anything
but squirrel would be fine.

Did you know
at this stage,

Grandpa's fingernails

probably look like
they're getting longer?

Because of dehydration.

Like this.
(Garrett chuckles)

That's right, little man.

Same thing happens
to dead squirrels.

Please don't encourage this.

Apple doesn't fall far
from the tree,

does it, Cam? Huh?

(whispers):
You had a dark streak, too.

Come on, Jack.

JACK:
Do you think his mouth is open?

And if it is,
do you think it stinks?

You think
it smells bad?

Is the casket open?

Are his eyes open?

Because if they are,
they're probably...

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Everyone's very sad because
they won't see Grandpa again.

What about the funeral,
in the casket?

They won't see
him alive again.

Look, like this.

They won't be able
to talk to him,

to ask him for advice,

to give him a hug.

It's very sad.

Couldn't we still hug
his corpse?

NAOMI: Can someone else
in your family deal with this?

Shoo him away nicely?

My mom's grief-stricken.

Cam's wrapped up
in his own demons.

And when Tessa
looks at Garrett,

all she sees is the big brother

who took her ice-skating
at the frog pond.

To make things worse,
we've given Kerry Treadwell

exclusive press access
at the service.

It seemed like a boon
at the time.

Yeah, but the
story needs to be

your eloquent
heartfelt eulogy,

not whatever that loose-cannon
lumberjack dreams up.

But we can't stop him
from getting up there

if he's hell-bent on it.

We could borrow from
the Republicans'

voter suppression tactics
and require IDs at the door.

There's no way Garrett
has a current license.

(laughs)

Are you okay?

I can't begin to imagine

how much you miss him.

GUNTHER: Oh, sorry to
disturb you, Miss Tessa.

Oh.

No, please, Gunther.

Keep me company.

I'm just looking at photos
to display at the reception.

He never let me win.

Yeah, well, it's like
our chess matches, right?

Every once in a while,
I beat him fair and square,

but he never let me.

(both chuckle)

I remember those chess battles
from when I was little.

Yeah, we were still playing
every Thursday night.

Even last week.

You played Thursday nights?

Yeah.

Hey, Gunther,

when you played,
did you ever notice...

my dad seeming a little confused

or out of sorts?

(chuckles):
No.

No, you can't pull off
a French Defense

if you're not sharp
as a tack, right?

(chuckles)

Right.

HOSPITAL ADMINISTRATOR:
As I mentioned, we found

some odd data with
your husband's vitals

before he passed away.

I see.

We believe,
based on irregular readings

from his O-sat monitor,

there was possibly
a machine malfunction.

Your family's donations

helped build this place.

We will always be grateful,

even if you decide
to bring a lawsuit.

No, no.

Clearly, there was
no intentional wrongdoing here.

Still, uh, we don't want this
to happen to anyone else.

That's why I think it would be
best if we do an autopsy,

so that we can get
a full picture

of exactly what happened.

The body's already been released
to the funeral home.

We'd need your consent
to get it back.

Yes, of course.

I'll call them myself
and make sure it's not too late.

MADELINE:
There's been a change of plans.

There'll no longer
be an open casket.

Body should be sent directly to
the crematory for incineration.

¶ ¶

(sighs)

Hey.

Hey.

(sighs)
You doing okay?

Why am I curling my hair?

Is this day gonna be
any better or worse

if I have waves gently cascading
down my shoulders?

Well, you know, certain rituals
can be comforting sometimes.

I guess.

(sighs)

It's weird.

I noticed your dad's stuff

seems to be disappearing
from the house already.

Yeah. That's what
Mom does in grief.

That's her ritual.

It's too painful to see

all the constant reminders
around the house.

She did the same thing
when our dog died.

Removed every
trace of him.

You know what?

I'm ready before everyone else.

I'm gonna head down
to the church early

and see if there's anything
I can do to help set up.

You know.

That's sweet of you. Thanks.

(imitates gagging)

All right.

Go put your jacket on.

(sighs)

Why is there no un-delete?

You holding?
No.

Come on, man.

Hey.

I'll pay a lot
for whatever you got.

(bell tolling)

Just missed him.

What?

There was a change of plans,
per Mrs. Hawthorne.

Yeah. Uh, I'm her son-in-law.

She sent me down here
to make sure

everything was taken care of.

So you've sent
Mr. Hawthorne to...?
Shore Road Crematory.

Right.

Good.

That's good. Good.

That's what she wanted, so...
that's great.

Would you excuse me?

(horn honks)

(horn honks)

(tires screech)

(siren wailing)

(sighs)

(softly):
You got to be kidding me.

(sighs)

License and registration,
please.

I don't have
my registration on me.

Your tags expired.

About 12 years ago.

Your ID, too.

All right, step out
of the car, please, sir.

(sighs)

I thought there was
a visitation.

There's no casket.

I decided to go ahead
with the cremation.

I just couldn't stand
to see him that way anymore.

Not after the hospital.

I'm sorry.

I-I should've been there
with you.

What's cremation?

Um...

Grandpa's not
in his body anymore.

It's just a shell,
and sometimes people

decide to burn the shell,
and then they just have

their ashes
to remember them by.

Soph.

You wait right here, buddy?

(exhales)

Could've called me.

Whatever we are,

I still loved him.

He's still
Jack's grandpa.

If you want me
to leave, I will.

(panting):
Hawthorne, Mitchell.

Just missed him.

What?

Yeah, he went in about
three, four minutes ago.

Went in...?

The oven.

Damn.

He was dead, right?

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

(ringing)
Ah, damn.

Yeah.

I thought you might like to know
that your brother-in-law

was just brought in.

What?

Yup. Garrett.

He was driving around
with an expired license,

no registration, no insurance.

Will you transfer me
to the lieutenant?

They need to let him go.

Whoa, whoa.

Three different violations
and...

Cutter, the guy's about to miss
his father's funeral, okay?

We can deal with
his minor infractions later.

Just transfer me.

(organ playing somber music)

I'm glad you could make it.
Thank you.

Have you seen Brady?
No.

At our last bridge game,

Mitchell was the
life of the party.

Just doesn't seem real,
Madeline.

I know.
Yeah.

I'm so glad you're here.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Mom, can I have a minute?

Of course.

What's going on?

Excuse me?

Dad was still playing bridge

and beating Gunther
at chess at night?

I'm not following you.

It just doesn't track
with what you told us.

Dementia, sundowning...

You think... I'm lying?

You have no idea

what I've been through,
keeping up appearances.

Your father's last bridge game
was eight months ago,

and a gerbil could
beat Gunther at chess.

So now you come to me

and accuse me of lying about
his condition at his funeral?

Mom, why didn't
you tell us?

No.
We could've helped.

He begged me to keep his secret
because he was so humiliated.

He would forget my name,
where he was.

It was gut-wrenching
and heartbreaking.

And he did a heroic job
of sparing you

from all of it.

(quietly):
There were nights,

towards the end,
in his lucid moments,

when he told me
he wanted to die.

And he asked for my help.

(crying):
I had no idea.

(clears throat)

(sniffles)

(clears throat)

Thank you. Please take a seat.
Is she okay?

Oh, it's just all
hitting her now.

(sighs)

We should start soon.

Yeah, okay.

You look surprised to see me.

No, I just...

I'm glad you could make it.

Oh.

You look great.

Nice try.

(organ playing somber music)

Hey.

All right?

Yeah.

All right, come on.

I'm just struggling.

I know. It's okay.

It's normal.

Well, yeah.

Except...

I've taken meds for years
for anxiety,

and the last few
months, I stopped.

I had to because Brady and I
are trying to get pregnant.

And without the meds,

I just feel
shaky, you know?

And I just had
this awful fight with Mom...

about Dad,

(sobbing):
who's gone.

I don't know.

I really can't take
anything else right now, I...

Listen to me.

You're gonna be fine.

Okay?

You hear me?

I promise you.

All right?

Do you remember when I was five

and I started
having nightmares?

Yeah.
(chuckles)

You were the only one
that could calm me down.

Not Mom. Not Dad.

Just you.

(sighs)

¶ ¶

I thought you took care of that.

I thought so, too.

(man coughs)

I hated my father.

(scattered murmuring)

He's the reason I left
my family behind 14 years ago.

When I left,

he told me that my anger
would fade one day,

and I'd come home,

and we could just pick up
where we left off.

He lied to me.

Time ran out.

(crowd murmuring quietly)

(whispering):
Excuse me, I'm so sorry.

Hey, I'm so sorry.

I had a work
emergency...
Shut up.

When I was a little girl,

I kept a music box by my bed
to help me go to sleep.

I was like every little kid--

afraid of monsters.

I thought they were
in the closet,

but as long as
the doors were closed

and the music box was playing,
they couldn't get me.

(whispers):
Meet me in the bathroom.

Now?
ALISON:
And every night,

my dad would kiss me
on the forehead

and say good night,
and I'd ask him,

"Close the closet
and wind up the music box."

The same thing every time.

"Close the closet
and wind up the music box."

ALISON (faintly):
Every time, he did it.

He knew the drill.

I knew the drill.

But we both got comfort
from the ritual...

What are you doing?

(grunting)

You need to be
present for this.

Your dad is dead. Feel it!

No. Pass. Too much.

Listen to me.

When I lost my dad,
I got messed up.

I numbed the pain.

It feels like an escape.

But trust me,
the pain will always find you,

and the longer you put it off,
the harder it beats you up.

All right, maybe
you're right.

But... just...

I got to take the edge off.

(kicks door)

(lock clicks)

ALISON:
I'm grateful to be his daughter.

There are other ways.
That his legacy will live on

through his children
and his grandchildren.

Grateful to the man
who inspired me, challenged me,

protected me from the monsters.

(quiet murmuring)

(both grunting loudly)

JACK (faintly):
My name is Jack Hawthorne.

I want to talk about my grandpa.

Oh, no.

It's very sad that I'll never
get to see him alive again.

It's also sad

that I'll never get
to talk to him, hug him,

or ask him advice.

But I'm mostly sad

because Grandpa was cremated,

and I never got to see
his decomposing body.

(chuckles)

JACK:
Did you like my speech?

It was good, bud.

Really good.

I, uh... I better get going.

Come here.

CAM:
Hey, uh, Soph.

Um, thanks for earlier.
You made the right call.

You'll throw away
that cookie for me?

Why would you
throw away a cookie?

Too much sugar.

Everything's gonna be fine.

(quiet chatter,
violin playing gentle music)

MADELINE:
Thank you so much.

Oh, Madeline.

It's so sad to see you
under the circumstances.

So appreciate you coming.

If there's anything
that we can do for you.

TOM:
Honey, I have something for you.

What's this?

Just a little gift for you.
For the girls, too.

We can put it
in their room.

(lullaby music chiming)

Thank you.

(music box lullaby fades)

(sighs)

Look, I'm sorry about Jack.

He needs therapy.

Eh, he just... loves
the science of things.

It's how he processes
the world.

Doesn't mean he...
I saw the neighbor's cat.

No one wants to think
their child is troubled,

but you went to therapy
when you were younger.

I was a teenager.

He's only nine.

And he needs help. Now.

Yes, that's the one.

Thank you very much, sir.

They even have a
coat-check guy.

They thought
of everything.

(cell phone rings)

(sighs)

Listen, I haven't gotten
the DNA yet, but I'm...

LINDA:
Not why I'm calling.

I talked to David Morales'
daughter today.

She says the belt we found
in the tunnel wasn't his.

Never wore leather.

Vegan guy.

All right, so then probably
the belt belongs to SBK himself.

He could've even worn it
to Morales' house.

Pretty snazzy belt for
a bitter blue-collar guy.

It's $180 retail. So...

So maybe we got
the profile backward.

Maybe SBK does come from money.

Ding, ding, ding.

You see now why we have
to avoid assumptions?

¶ ¶

Thank you.

For keeping
your mouth shut.

I didn't do
it for you.

I know.

MADELINE:
Tessa's trying to have a baby,

Alison's weeks
from the election,

and Cam's sober.

He's beat his demons.

What's your point, Mom?

I think you should leave.

Why?

Because you're a grenade.

Well, then maybe you should
handle me carefully.

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