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You say you're having
nightmares and cannot sleep.

What would they do in India?

Dip me in the Ganges?

You understand that nightmares and insomnia
are mutually exclusive?

- You must pick one or the other.
- Which one gets me a prescription?

Why can't you simply tell me the truth?

You know, anxiety arises from falsehoods,

sleep issues arise from anxiety. [Sighs]

Okay. Deb, come on.

Write me a prescription for sleeping pills.

No. You know what?

Give me the good stuff...
the stuff that killed Michael Jackson.

I want you to write me up every
lie you tell in this notebook.

Do that, and I'll consider a prescription.

My sleeping rhythms have been thrown off

'cause I quit drinking.

For that to be true,
you would need to stop drinking.

Mark that down... your first lie.

So, you are bribing me with drugs

to not lie in my journal of lies?

Consider how sad it is
that this is necessary.

Is the lieutenant not in yet?

Lieutenant had his physical this morning.

Oh, that's gonna make for cranky pants.

Whoa, whoa. Cut the man some slack.

He's not sleeping.

I offered him teas and
some relaxation exercises.

He pulled his gun on me.
[Chuckles] Seriously.

Nadia: Well, I know I'm only a civilian
and not official police like you,

but it's obvious to me that
what Backstrom needs is a lover.

Moto: Great news, guys!

There's a dead body down
at the Eddie church.

That's not great news, Moto.

Yeah,
weery time Moto finds out about a murder,

he wants us to solve it.

If we do catch this murder,
it is a very good sign.

Okay, obviously I wouldn't
wish a violent death on anyone,

but if someone is going to get murdered,

then it might as well come to us.

[Telephone ringing]

Almond. Special Crimes.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Moto, find the lieutenant,
bring him to the crime scene.

We just got the cult case, kids.

- Moto: Yes!
- Gravely: Whoo!

[Chuckles]

Lord! [Siren chirps]

Remember me and visit me!

Take vengeance for me on my persecutors!

Oh, woe to you!

How long before you will be made clean?

God will punish you for your inequity!

[Indistinct talking]

[Sighs]

How old?

She turned 21 three days ago.

She looks even younger because in death,
the human...

Oh, God.

Emma Germain. She's a youth pastor.

She was stabbed six times
in the chest with a knife

between midnight and 4:00 a.m.

Good morning, lieutenant.

You look like hell.

I didn't get much sleep last night.

Who's this? Grand poo-bah of the cult?

We're not a cult.

[Grunts] There's no difference
between a cult and a religion.

Both are, uh, fairy-tale crap

fabricated to separate
fools from their money.

Mr. Mundy, this is Lieutenant Backstrom.

He's the head of the Special Crimes unit.

Special Crimes. This isn't a homicide?

We cover high-profile,
high-priority investigations, Mr. Mundy.

The S.C.U. is a dedicated unit.
We only cover one investigation at a time.

Lieutenant, there are plenty of differences
between cults and religions.

[Groans]

One being, religions are non-profit.

Yeah?
So what's the scoop on the pope's palace?

[Sighs]

I'm gonna check for forced entry.

The lady outside fire-and-brimstoning,
she with you?

No, that's a fundamentalist
from the Holy Witness church.

They hate us.

Mm-hmm. And what's the deal
with sex in your non-cult?

We believe that the purpose
in life is self-realization.

In that context,
the human brain is not able to handle

the ramifications of an
intimate sexual relationship

before the age of 21. [Groans]

- The victim just turned 21.
- Could be a sex crime.

Hey, lieutenant...

Got something in the victim's throat.

Oh.

It's a ribbon that reads "I am loyal."

Okay. I'm gonna go question
the burn-in-hell lady.

You talk to the cult's security guard,

who's gonna jerk you around.

We are not a cult.

Church, tabernacle, mosque, temple...

it all boils down to keeping secrets.

Cult or no cult,

pretty woman gets stabbed, I hate secrets.

This is the only way in or out
except for the emergency exits,

which are alarmed and monitored
both here and by another agency.

Okay,
I'm gonna need to see the security footage.

I'm fourth level.

I don't...

that means that I have fully potentialized

both my alertness and recall.

For instance, Emma left at 6:00,
came back at 8:00-ish,

never left again.

Mr. Mundy and his advisory
council were the last to leave,

just before 10:00,

after their usual Tuesday-night meeting.

First person back this morning
was Mr. Mundy at 7:00 a.m.

He found Emma.

So, Emma was alone in the building

when she was murdered?

You who are fearful, unbelieving murderers!

This is why I hate spirituality...

it's insane.

Christianity's about forgiveness.

She's not representative.

- How do we get her to stop yelling?
- Reject those...

Shoot her?

- You do it. I shot somebody last week.
- Whoremongers!

Sorcerers! Idolaters!

- Unbelieving...
- Ma'am?

Liars!

Elijah went into a cave,

and the word of the lord
came to him a gentle whisper.

That's good.

Do you recognize this young lady?

That's Emma.

She's a member of this
evil and satanic cult.

Sometimes, she brings me tea.

And why is that satanic?

Like you,
she would silence the word of God.

You who are detestable...

Ma'am!

Emma Germain was murdered.

I'm a church lady so twisted,

she wants everyone to burn
in hell for all eternity.

Why all the hate?

Husband cheated on me?

Child killed by a drunk driver?

This is my little girl.

Brain-dead from anesthesia.

That's worse than dead.

I'm sorry for your tribulation, ma'am.

The lord will have his revenge.

There will come a day
of terrible retribution.

Especially if you keep yelling
at Satan's evil cult building.

All day, all night.
No food, no water, no rest.

Miraculous.

Congratulations.

Except there is no God or miracles.

It is a miracle, and I can prove it.

You put yourself on camera?

Otherwise, the cultists
could falsely accuse me of trespassing.

And, no, you can't have it.

Ma'am, we can get a warrant,

or you can console yourself
with the possibility

that by viewing your holy works,

that sinner will find his way to the lord.

And we are very sorry
for your grievous loss.

Oh, screw it.

By the power vested in me by
the state of Oregon...

I'm confiscating this evidence.

Hey! Hey, you come back here with that!

Get back here! [Engine turns over]

- Give me that tape!
- Backstrom: No.

You can't... [Chuckles]

S01E03
Takes One to Know One

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[Indistinct conversations]

Lieutenant, this is Amy Gazanian.

- She is...
- My fiance.

Okay, not where I was going.

We split a decade ago.
It's time to stop with the "fiance."

And why are you not in Salem

protecting battered women
from the men they annoy?

Uh, well, that was three careers ago.

I'm here for my new job.

Chief Cervantes appointed Ms. Gazanian

the head of the civilian
oversight committee.

Oh.

I'm a crusading do-gooder who
failed to castrate one cop,

so now I get a job neutering all cops.

Well, I guess that makes me
an alcoholic mess of a man

who avoids h demons by hunting
down worse people. [Laughs]

Don't pull that "I'm you" mojo on me.
I helped invent it.

Backstrom's obsessed that there's a
bad guy out there laughing at him...

"I outsmarted Everett Backstrom!"

You try and outsmart me,
you end up in jail.

You know that's a fact.

Go... sort evidence.

Right. 'Cause that's my main job.

Detective Nicole Gravely.
First in her training class,

youngest Detective Sergeant
in the bureau's history...

male or female...

two commendation medals,
one achievement medal...

So? She looks like a teenager.

And a police star. [Scoffs]

I hope you can learn how
Everett does what he does

without getting sucked into
his bottomless pit of despair.

Oh, I like her.

She's the enemy, Gravely.

Don't get lured in by her silver tongue.
[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

It's good to see you again.

You too.

I'd ask how you are, except I can see.

I'm not sleeping well.

[Laughs] Oh, that is not sleep...
it's passing out.

And you don't get to nag me anymore.
You left.

Yeah, 'cause I got tired of nagging.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Heads up for old times' sake...

there are inconsistencies in
your officer-involved shooting.

How? It's simple...

a very bad man shot Gravely,
then he shot me, then I shot him.

The shooting board said I'm a hero.

Cops investigating cops
and making them heroes

is why chief Cervantes
formed civilian oversight.

God, it really is good to see you.

Gravely: She likes you.

She just kissed you on your gross,
sweaty, hairy cheek.

That's not gonna stop her
from getting me fired or thrown in jail.

I'm a drunk who lost
the love of a good woman

because I couldn't put down
the bottle till it was empty.

I'm sorry.

It was 10 years ago.

Nobody loves anybody for that long.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

And the Eddies' main tenet is,
"I am the center."

Also known as being selfish.

They do good...
childhood literacy programs,

anti-poverty outreach,
addiction programs, community health...

- Mnh-mnh.
- Nadia: That's all public relations.

Thank you.

Did anyone else know

that Backstrom used to be
engaged to a fantastic woman?

- You mean Amy Gazanian.
- Yeah, the head of civilian oversight.

Mm-hmm. Big critic of the bureau for years.

Mm. Sent more than one
cop to early retirement.

Anyone who didn't deserve it?

Guys, she's smart and she's beautiful

and she was engaged to Backstrom.

Is anyone else's mind boggled?

He has sex appeal...

little boy lost, little bit dirty.

- Okay, you are so not American.
- Oh, thank you.

Never ceases to amaze me,
the generosity of women.

The lieutenant needs a lift back
to the cult to look for secrets,

and I want to check for clues

outside the crime lab forensic parameters.

My opinion, the crime lab cast
its net too close to the boat.

Mm, Niedermayer's futile quest

to make Backstrom appreciate forensics.

[Lighter clicks]

[Lighter clicking]

[Door opens]

Nadia: So,
by cross-referencing entrances and exits

- with the guard's log books, we...
- What?

What... what log books?

He's a level four with perfect recall.

He's a lying fake.

I found his cheat sheets,
and I swiped them.

"Swiped them" didn't include a warrant,
did it?

I go looking for a match,
I end up with evidence.

It's called genius.

So, 12:07 a.m.

The only person who could
have murdered Emma Germain...

"V.C."

Vincent Cropper.

V.C.

A long-time Eddie,

a private investigator.

Gotcha.

Have you been here all night?

Uh... Good morning.

I had to take gravimetric
moisture measurements

every 20 minutes.

Emma Germain enjoyed a cup of
tea shortly before she died.

A second, equally moist tea bag

suggests there was a second party.

This mug was found on Emma's
desk with the tea still in it.

This mug...

Was found cleaned and in the drying rack.

Okay, so, Emma has tea with Vince Cropper,

he takes her into the basilica,
he stabs her,

he returns to her office,
recovers his mug, and washes it.

Private investigator would know
better than to leave prints, right?

Okay.

Backstrom: [Muttering]

No.

No.

Valentine: Hey.

[Grunts]

Ow!

Why'd you hit me?

Human nature. You hit me first.

No slapping the landlord. House rules.

Just raised your rent by 20 bucks a month.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Beep]

What?

Gravely: How did you and Amy ever meet?

Backstrom: She was a crime reporter,
I was in homicide.

We met over corpses.

Quit being so amazed

like I'm Stephen Hawking dating an acrobat.

That's him. That's Vincent Cropper.

Oh, he's scary. Call Moto.

We don't need Moto. We have guns.

Mr. Cropper, I'm Detective Nicole Gravely.

We need to ask you a couple of questions.

We compared footage of
everyone who came and went

in the 24 hours before
and after Emma's death

to the security guard's log book.

Henry doesn't use logs.

He's a level four...

perfect recall.

Even a level four needs a cheat sheet.

He writes the initials V.C.
at the exact times you came and went.

"V.C., 12:07 a.m."

Ooh, that looks bad.

Looks even worse for you.

One, you can't prove

that you got those log
books from the church.

Two, if you did, you didn't have a warrant.

Three, Henry will deny that they're his.

Four, you can't prove that I'm V.C.

And five, we're officially requesting

that the chief of police remove
you from Emma's homicide.

She deserves much better.

- Excuse me.
- Okay. Okay.

Well, we just got our asses handed to us.

And you stood there like a lump.

Disappointing.

Nadia: Detective Gravely,

I have Mr. Vincent
Cropper's financial records.

Tell me you got a warrant for those.

Oh, Lieutenant Backstrom told me
not to bother with that hooey.

So,
Cropper edified himself from P.I. to lawyer

and is paid a fat retainer
to deal with nuisance suits,

but three days ago,
he received $10,000 from a shell company.

A secret slush fund for a cult.

- I cannot prove that.
- Good job, Paquet.

Oh, you don't get a "good job" from me
when you ignore legal hooey.

Think it's time for me to pay my respects.

Lieutenant!

It's a stark reminder that Emma
Germain was the best of us,

and she was stabbed to death here,

where I'm standing.

Death is not to be feared.

It's just a doorway to another room.

But who amongst us isn't sad...
[Camera shutter clicks]

when a loved one leaves the room?

I am...

Congregation: The center.

[Camera shutter clicks] Mundy:
Lieutenant Backstrom...

I'm sure you can understand

that this is our private way to
mourn the loss of Emma Germain.

Yeah, I understand.

I get it. My condolences.

I got nothing against you or your church.

Believing you're the center of the universe

is no crazier than worshipping
a carpenter or cows.

But someone in this room
killed Emma Germain.

How do we know this?

Money was funneled through a secret,
off-shore account

owned by this cult to a
known contract killer.

That makes this a conspiracy.

Cults and conspiracies go together

kind of like vodka and vermouth.

So, uh, if I were you,
I would come to me with what you know

rather than having me come after you...

with handcuffs!

[Congregation murmurs]

If it was up to me, I'd arrest you all
and turn this place into a roller rink.

And that's not discrimination,

'cause I'd do the same
thing to the sistine chapel.

I am...

the walrus!

Gravely: God, can you imagine

having to process the violent
death of your own child?

"A," "process" is an unnecessary word,
like "hydrate."

"B," if she's such a great mother,

why did her daughter
run away to join a cult?

I'll have someone take you to the morgue.

She hadn't seen her
daughter in over five years,

but she says

that Emma was calling her
regularly the last few weeks,

hanging up and not saying anything.

If she wasn't saying anything,

how does she know it was her daughter?

She's a mother. She knows.

Oh, mystic mother power, huh?

What say the three of us put our
heads together for a minute or two?

Gravely: Right behind you, chief.

Cervantes: You told the Eddies that you
had evidence of a payment to a hit man?

You appointed my fiance to the head
of the civilian oversight committee?

We do, chief,
but it's from a series of untraceable,

off-shore holding companies.

You were my partner when I dumped Amy.

Now you've handed her my
testiculars to hit with a gavel!

The notebooks are non-admissible,

so find a legal way to
time-stamp the camera footage.

Assuming you got that legally.

That's a gray area on the camera footage,
chief.

But I did give us Vince Cropper.
You're welcome.

Amy's gonna use the
civilian board to reform me.

It's a conflict of interest.

Would you shut up about Amy?

She cares about you more than
any other person on the planet.

[Knock on window]

Cult leader wife Darlene Mundy
wishes to confide in you,

but she won't come in or meet at
her home or at the Eddie place.

You're welcome again.

My name is Darlene Mundy.

I'm 38 years old.

I've been married to Leon Mundy,
founder of the church of edification,

for 14 years.

We have no children.

She's talking like a contestant on
"Jeopardy!"

Well, I assume you are recording me.

I was the one who paid Vince $10,000,
but not to kill Emma.

Was it for interior design?

I engaged Vince to find out

if my husband had resumed
his affair with Emma.

Please don't turn our
church into a roller rink.

Your husband was having
an affair with the victim?

Why else be a cult leadeexcept
to pluck the low-hanging fruit?

I said "pluck."

Pluck.

Look, Vince called me from the church

to say that Leon was
not there but Emma was.

Vince is a level 12.

He would never lie to a level 20.

Niedermayer's a know-it-all

about all that creepy cult stuff, right?

My affair with Emma ended long ago.

It was addressed through
edification protocols.

Addressed how?

"I'm sorry about my penis"?

There are church mysteries

to which the unenlightened are not privy.

[Sighs]

Eddies are divided into six-member groups

called semesters,

which provide forums in which
to confess transgressions,

assign penance, and make amends.

I get it...

Eddies huddle together in clusters

and spill their dirty secrets.

What's this?

Every Eddie is required
to purchase a gold frame

in which to feature

an image representing
their heart's desires.

So, your heart's desire

is to have superhero
powers from cosmic rays?

The rays represent edification.

Well,
then edify us on who was in Emma's cluster.

Semester. Is that pertinent?

Dirty secrets and murder
sort of go together.

Like cults and profit.

There are issues of confidentiality.

Eh. We'll get a warrant.

We will argue our constitutional
rights to worship.

Headline... "secretive cult

refuses to cooperate in
murder investigation."

That ought to help you get
your official tax-free status.

[Chuckles]

I will notify Emma's
semester of your request.

They will decide whether
or not to contact you.

Backstrom: What's this?

It's a map of the victim's
internet interactions.

I attempted to discover the
members of her semester,

but without at least one more member,
it is impossible.

Even for me.

[Chuckling] Tag, you're on it.

It's just "tag, you're it."

[Clears throat] This is Ryan Durst.

He wants to spend a semester studying us.

Um... No, that's not even close to correct.

Were you a member of
Emma Germain's cluster?

Semester. And we've decided
not to reveal our identities.

Paquet!

Why'd the cluster send a kid?

I'm the youngest eighth
level in the church, sir.

Eighth level.

That's about $10,000 per level, right?

Where'd you come up
with that kind of dough?

The church provides generous student loans.

Oh, how thoughtful.

This is Ryan Durst.

He looks like a robot,

but he's an Eddie boy from
Emma Germain's cluster.

Semester.

- Semester.
- Ryan Durst.

Got it. I'll have the rest in an hour.

You'll have the rest of at?

[Sighs] Thank you for your cooperation,
Ryan.

This meeting's over.

Nadia: Sorry to interrupt your nap.

I was meditating.

Did you figure out the cluster?

Mm-hmm.

Our dead end is now a living end.

Here is the list of the members
of Emma Germain's semester.

Totally illegal,
so no "good job" for me from Gravely.

Hold on a second, there, Madame Ovary.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in belief. don't you?

I believe you should come over here

and help me believe in heaven on earth.

Mm.

Your old squeeze comes by,
gets your juices fired up.

I'm not a substitute.

[Sighs]

But otherwise?

The moment's passed.

We'll never know.

Look, we demand to know

how you found out the
members of our semester.

You blabbered everything when
you were here this morning.

Mr. Stan Park, youth pastor.

Ryan's level eight.
He would never betray the church.

Who here was sleeping with Emma Germain?

It certainly wasn't me.

The way you're checking out
my full Backstrom package,

you joined this cult to cure gayness.

I'm you, trying to show no
emotion about Emma's death

to prove to someone that
I'm glad she's dead.

What's he doing? What do I do?

Share nothing with the unenlightened.

- That's what you do.
- Can it, Granny.

Park: Craig had feelings for Emma,

but we dealt with them in the semester.

That makes Craig our prime suspect.

Marissa: Hilary's right...

we shouldn't say anything.

Oh, Chubbo steps up to defend him.

Why?

Easy.

Emma gets your juices all fired up,

but Chubbo here's the nearest substitute.

Park: Craig?

- You and Marissa?
- Craig...

You should have brought
that up in the semester!

That explains the stone face...

prove I have no love for Emma
while I'm shagging Chubbo.

It was a weird mistake.
It didn't mean anything.

Backstrom: "A weird mistake."

You shouted out Emma's name instead of hers

while you were knocking on heaven's gate.

Uh-oh.

We got a runner.

Hey. Hey.

Running makes it look like you
killed Emma out of jealousy.

Craig only did that because
we were in her office.

You had sex in Emma's office?

She has a couch.

And a lock.

And handi wipes.

[Door opens]

Gravely: Girl and her boyfriend

have been meeting up in
Emma's office in the church

for secret sexual liaisons.

And they got in

by promising the security
guard that he could watch.

No!

Always to the dark place.
The kid knows a secret way in.

Have Moto arrest Romeo.

For murder?

Trespassing.

Okay, that's not really in the book.

Well, it's in the Backstrom book.

You can trust me.

[Groans] Damn it.

Go.

This is like 99% caffeine,

and you want to know why you can't sleep.

Backstrom: [Sighs]

I'm starting to think maybe
you don't want to sleep.

These nightmares are really getting to you,
aren't they?

[Sniffs]

Here.

It's a super-illegal horse
tranquilizer from Holland.

Put you down where even
nightmares can't get to you.

Just take... [Swallows]

half.

[Echoing] Call, call, call, call.

Call, call, call, call.

Call...

[sighs]

Yeah?

Hey.

[Groans]

Moto arrested the kid.

[Mutters]

Pick us up. Bring the kid.

[Cellphone beeps]

Aah!

So, what'd the kid do?

Trespassing,
having sex in a church, and murder.

[Chuckles]

I like you.

[Speaking incoherently]

- Yeah, I didn't get none of that.
- That's why I'm here.

He says if the kid gets
you past the guards,

you'll drop the trespass charges.

Okay, yeah.

But there's a problem.

Good thing I'm a problem solver.

[Groans]

Craig: Do you have a religion?

Moto: I go to church on Christmas,
I pray when I'm scared,

and I love the blazers.

That's enough religion for a grown-ass man.

I'm not fitting in there.

That's the problem.

[Sighs]

Good God.

[Grunts]

You really went through
all this just to have sex?

And with a girl?

Yeah.

What's the matter with you?
You never heard of cars, alleys, parks,

garden sheds, rec rooms,

broom closets, teepee, campers, cemeteries,

attics, basements, locker rooms,

bouncy castle... those are fun.

Elevators, if you're quick,
which I assume you would be.

[Inhales sharply]

Welcome back, lieutenant.

We just helped two civilians
break into private property,

so it's going great.

- Valentine: Rowboats, gazebos...
- [Clears throat] Here we are.

Emma's office.

All right, kid,
you know everything you're doing

makes you look guilty, right?

I'm not a killer.

I'm a... I'm a lover.

[Chuckles]

Well, in that case,

you're gonna need what the cops
call an alternative narrative...

someone else who knows the way in.

It was Ryan.

Ryan was the one who
showed me how to get in.

Go.

So, Ryan Durst showed you the way in?

He sneaks in to practice
preaching in the basilica.

Makes me watch.

How are you even conscious right now?

I have the constitution of a lion.

[Grunts]

[Clears throat]

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

Okay, interrogations are recorded,

so do not mention unnamed civilians

breaking into theoretical locations.

I'll tell them he came to me in a dream.

This is better.

[sighs]

[Flatly] "Fingerprints and
moisture gravimetrics tell us

"you had tea with Emma Germain
shortly before her death.

"Knowing you didn't go in the front door,

and using... our powers of deduction..."

Really?

"...we found your entry point,

a small grate on the
northeast side of the church."

Backstrom is using forensics.

Sounds totally natural, too.

Why didn't you go in the front door?

Normal kid, I would say it was sexual,

but no way you're breaking cult
rules to do something normal.

That was a private counseling session.

I'm you. I'm an eighth-level super Eddie.

What do I need counseling for?

I don't.

Emma was the one who
was seeking out advice.

I raised Ryan to be good.

You didn't raise me at all.

Advice about what?

That's private.

Like the catholics and confession.

Confession.

I'm Emma.

I'm confessing something.

But what?

[Sighs]

That "evidence"
was stolen by a civilian from the church.

Lots of the lieutenant's
best evidence is stolen.

[Scoffs]

I'm Emma. I'm a good girl.

I just turned 21.

I evaluate my life.

I am...

disillusioned.

I want to go home and see my mom.

That's what I confess to you.

I'm leaving the cult.

I'm going home to see my mother.

And you...

stab me in the heart six times.

[Breathing heavily]

[Inhales deeply]

We'll find a weapon
or some blood on your clothes or something.

We got you.

Gigi: [Gasps]

We got a runner. [Chuckles]

Come here!

Gravely: Oof!

Niedermayer: I got him! I got him.

Stop!

Boy...

[Breathing heavily]
...you done wrong, you got caught.

It's time for some truth.

Everybody loved Emma,

but her disloyalty

would have spread through
the church like a disease.

Emma was a traitor,

but I am a savior.

Backstrom:
Now you get to share your message of hope

with everybody on death row.

Moto.

[Handcuffs click]

Why aren't you smoking?
You smoke when you gloat.

Why aren't you gloating?

I'm not gloating
'cause someone out there's laughing at me.

- Your father?
- No, Gravely.

Not my father, just... a bad guy.

Don't listen to Niedermayer or Amy
about any of that psychological daddy crap.

What bad guy?

We got the killer.
The kid was boasting about it.

The Eddies...

they're all about realizing
your personal potential.

I am the center.

Selfish, like Almond said.

Sacrificing yourself for the greater good
isn't partf the deal.

Exactly.

So, I'm a robot.

What makes me violate the prime directive?

Okay.

Geek stuff, I can do this. I have brothers.

Um...

Glitch in the system...

Bad programming?

That's good, Gravely.
The kid was programmed.

But by who?

I'm you,
a cult leader who seduces a true believer.

Now, for me, it's not that big a deal,

but for her...

She feels a deep, spiritual connection.

"I'll always be there for you, Emma."

Such cynicism must be soul-crushing.

How can you live thinking
that there's no grand purpose,

that... that our lives are meaningless,

and that after we die, there is nothing?

How can I live?
I'm a man.

I don't need fairy tales
and science fiction.

Emma wanted to go home,
see her mom, and you said no.

But she's 21.

She has her own mind now.

I'm you.

Emma leaves,

everyone will think we started
sleeping together again.

All those kids walking out
on those student loans.

I'm too big to fail,

so I whisper in the ear of
my creepiest follower...

"Emma will infect us all."

We got your fingerprints on the tea mug.

[Laughs]

No, you don't.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a sermon to prepare for tomorrow.

Everyone is welcome.

You went too far lying
about the fingerprints.

No way that he knows
that we don't have the fingerprints

because he wiped the mug clean.

I mean, he might as well have confessed.

Except with a confession,
the guy usually goes to jail.

Yeah. Well...

That's my fault, John.

And how is that your fault?

Backstrom's job is to solve the crime,

it is my job to make sure that he does so

in a way that can hold up in court.

That's a horrible job.

And I am gonna get really good at it.

[Door opens, closes]

[Footsteps approach]

Amy: [Scoffs]

Still living in the bilges
of an oId river barge?

You used to think it was cool.

Old times.

I got to say, you really spruced it up.

Some of this stuff is actually really nice.

I have a queer tenant.

So, did you come by to reward
me for catching the killer?

Hmm? Spending the night?

Old times?

Oh, Everett, like you told the chief,

it's a conflict of interest.

Oh, you and Cervantes have
been talking about me, huh?

Is there a threesome in the wind?

[Scoffs]

Everett...

you've been served.

Oh, come on.

So,
what exactly do you think that I did wrong?

I mean, in the visser shooting,

not in our breakup,
in which I had absolutely no fault at all.

Forensic analysis suggests

that you shot yourself
after you shot visser.

Forensics always gets it wrong.

Oh, save it for the committee.

- I'm you...
- Everett, don't do that.

Please, let's just talk to each other.

[Sighs]

You always said I shouldn't be a cop.

Mm-hmm.

Too sensitive.

In your heart, you're an artist.

In my life, I'm a cop,
and I'm a wicked good one.

And your new job,
you're gonna use this to turn me into what?

Into a-a poet? A Potter?

Everett, sweetie,
that's the twisted way you think...

you can't get somebody one way,

you sidle around and get them another way.

That's your tactic, not mine.

You're right.

Thats my tactic.

[Chuckles]

[Door slams]

Did you come up with a reason
to arrest Mundy for soliciting murder?

No.

Then why did you call me in
here at 2:00 in the morning?

'Cause I can't read piquet's hot mess.

Then why didn't you call her?

[Grunts]

I need to know how old Emma Germain was

when she started her affair with Mundy.

Six years ago.

How old was Emma Germain six years ago?

[Gasps] [Chuckles]

You can't get someone one way,

you sidle around and you get them another.

Tactics, Gravely,
from the Backstrom playbook.

Statutory rape.

What is the cruelest possible
way that we can do this?

I am the center.

There's a reason for these banners,

and there's a reason why all
of our tenets... [Door opens]

Gravely: Portland Police.

You are under arrest for statutory rape.

You have the right to remain silent.

Everything you say

can and will be used against
you in a court of law.

This is a lot of lies.
No wonder you can't sleep.

No disrespect intended, Dr. Deb,
but Backstrom's sleep problems

have nothing to do with telling lies.

Why are you here?

Me?

'Cause I'm sick of being woken up by
screaming in the middle of the night.

Fix him.

In your opinion,
what is causing Backstrom's sleep troubles?

Lack of drugs.

He recently killed a man by
shooting him in the throat,

and now his ex-fiance is head of
the civilian oversight committee.

It was my understanding
the shooting was justified.

He's not gonna help you
until you level with him.

And you might as well...

you're totally protected by
doctor/patient privilege.

Go.

The shooting was not justified?

[Sighs]

He was gonna kill me.

- If he had gotten his gun...
- He didn't have his gun?

We collided. The gun went skittering.

If it hadn't, I'd be dead.

I told him to freeze, but...

I had no choice.

I don't even remember pulling the trigger.

Bang.

And he choked.

There was blood.

He fell in the river,
I threw the gun in after him.

So, who shot you?

Me.

[Sighs] I shot me...

Before I shot him... it was an accident.

You need to get some sleep.

[Pen scribbling]

Here's your prescription.

Thank you.

Detective Backstrom...

we are more than meat.

We are spiritual creatures

who need something larger than
ourselves to believe in...

God, love, art.

All your difficulties
spring from denying the fact

that part of you is divine,

the part of you that connects all of us.

Even you must feed your soul.

Speaking of meat,

I have a craving for some short ribs.

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