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Previously on Those Who Kill.

The district attorney's office has no choice but to determine no abuse of

on the part of Detective Jensen.

Write your cell here when you get a text from me. It's a one -time deal.

What you're implying your stepfather did, that he abused and killed your

brother?

The victim's ID says Monica Marie Albrecht. She was the coffee person in

meeting last night right here at the community center. I'd like to bring on

Thomas Schaefer. I was wrong once before.

I made a mistake and people died.

This is an enormous outburst of violence. Probably male men use blunt

Signed to John Doe. Kid jumped off this bridge.

Next day after Monica Albrecht's body was found.

Blood type? O positive. I think the two cases are connected.

I'm a detective, not an actor. Why do you want me in an AA meeting pretending

be something I'm not?

If we go in as detectives working a homicide, no one will talk.

Look, I'm going to give you the words to draw out the killer.

All you have to do is say them.

Monica Albrecht married her high school sweetheart. He alibied out.

The woman was squeaky clean for over three years.

So either the murder was totally random or... I don't think it was random.

The proximity of the blows, the intensity of the rage, you save that for

you know.

The one loose thread we've got is Monica's sobriety.

What, you think she fell off the wagon?

Could be, and her husband said she stepped up in that meeting she was going

Either she was struggling or she was going there to see someone.

Her killer.

You need to move quickly.

That beating went on way after Monica was dead, which tells me that... They

off on it.

It was a rush, a release, but it's not a one -off.

Look, you don't explode like that and then go back to bagging groceries at the

Piggly Wiggly. He's gonna look for another outlet.

He's gonna kill again.

Sooner than later.

First one's on him, next one's on us.

Okay.

What do we have to say?

I got away with something and I'm afraid if I don't get caught...

And I can get away with anything.

I'm not here to be forgiven.

If I wanted that, I could get it any Sunday at St.

Joseph's.

For free from a guy in a draft who doesn't even know me.

Know thyself.

I mean, how else do you get to acceptance?

And I thought I did, worse than all, and then I did this.

I got away with something.

And I'm afraid if I don't get caught, I can get away with anything.

Brother, please don't get me wrong. I'm not looking to be forgiven.

I am way beyond that.

But I'm here, right?

I mean, I showed up.

I got to believe that that means something.

It's, uh... Know thyself.

Know thyself.

And I thought I did.

Warts and all.

But then I did this thing.

What I'm trying to say here is I didn't know what I was capable of.

What'd I do? I said now! All right. All right.

I'm point on this and I say it's time we dump Schaefer's theory already.

Let me get. You got one of your own?

You get my good side?

I didn't know there was a bad one.

We nabbed an up close and personal with everyone in attendance.

We'll run them down, see if anyone pops.

Good work.

Could you maybe be more...

Specific? Well, the syllabus made it sound awesome, you know, like, come

an hour a week listening to messed up murder stories, which is cool and all.

What about your midterm exam, Mr. Shindell?

You want us to actually go inside these dudes' heads, and I can't sleep.

I've got to drop your class.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Shindell.

So how do you do it?

I mean, I've got to get inside you too.

You can all find a seat.

and it's been almost a week chasing the victimology shape it worked up.

Patience?

I'm a well of patience, okay? A river.

Hell, ask anybody who knows me. I'm an ocean of patience.

But eventually every source of water is going to... Look, I'm just saying that

it'll... You picked the wrong metaphor, detective.

Monica came to her first service at St. Jude's when she was only seven years

old. But she came with questions.

That was Monica.

Full of questions.

Full of life.

A life taken too soon.

You got a minute?

I'd like to propose we head in a new direction on the Albrecht case.

What started me thinking was there was no money in her wallet.

So what if we're looking at a mugging gone wrong?

Could be the kid's out looking for a quick payday, spots All Breath alone in

alley, but turns out she's not giving up her purse so easy.

Things take an ugly turn, a struggle ensues, ending in All Breath dead in the

dumpster. What about the writing?

You mean the I am on the pavement?

I'm thinking it was the kid.

Say he got a case of the guilt.

Could be he was writing, I am sorry, or I am guilty, I am hungry, whatever.

So he got interrupted in the middle of his opus or was scared he would be and

takes off. He can't live with what he did, finds himself out at the bridge

looking at a life of shame and jumps.

Done and done.

I .D. came back on the John Doe.

We got a name, Trevor Stewartson. And he's got a record, quite an extensive

Fits with your theory.

I was just going to take it to Jensen, but since you were such a hurry to chat.

And cut Thomas Schaefer loose.

I'm going before the board on Thursday. Every penny's going to count.

Hey, Eric.

Catching. Wow.

What are you, slumming?

I'm working at K's, Miss. I need to clear my head.

It feels like 20 minutes ago your stepdad was coaching me and David.

Now he's coaching my boys.

It's crazy, right?

Yeah.

You know, I was thinking about coming down and giving Howard an extra set of

hands on Saturday practice.

Boys would love that, wouldn't they?

So would I.

You think I can get a copy of the team roster?

You're so I can connect the faces to the names.

I don't see why not.

Stick around?

Yeah.

Welcome back, you two.

Want to take a peek?

Still early on.

Sometimes it's hard to get.

Let's see.

Uh -huh.

There.

See it?

Hello, there, you.

Rainbow here.

Water.

Sounds like water.

You know, I've been doing this a long time, and I still never know who's gonna

cry first.

The water.

Go and take her.

I'm a big girl.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hey, it's Smallback. Good news. Jerry.

I was wrong.

The killer. I don't think we're looking for a man.

Right. We ID'd our jumper.

Name was Trevor Stewartson. No, you're not listening to me. You have to look

a... You're making this hard.

Look, Trevor had a criminal record as long as my arm. Okay, that's impressive

for a kid that age.

This was a botched robbery followed by a suicide, meaning that we no longer

require your services.

Bite chunks out of me.

You're a shark and I'm swimming.

My heart's dealt some as I bleed.

I know you're a friend.

I'm sniffing triangles on my favorite shade.

Three points, but two lines mean.

Tow -to -tow, back -to -back, let's go, my love, it's very late.

Till morning comes.

Let's dance tonight.

You didn't tell me to bring a towel.

The water got me thinking.

Because of death, did Elizabeth's head fall off?

Oh, if you mean Trevor Stewartson, then yeah, hit rocks.

What rocks?

You think I didn't check the bathymetry?

The terrain of the river floor?

You can't see it from the surface, but there are enough rocks right below the

bridge to do the trick.

So let's say that Trevor and Monica Albrecht were killed by the same person,

possibly using the same weapon.

Did Mia check to see if the head continued? Well, at first it's not

it's murder.

Which begs the question, why were their bodies treated so differently?

Monica was literally pulverized and left to rot in a dumpster while Trevor's

body was moved so that he could be laid to rest gently.

She buried him here.

She?

The killer's a woman.

Two days ago you say we're looking for a male suspect, now it's a woman?

What's it going to be tomorrow?

Look, I'm not an oracle.

Sometimes I'm wrong.

This is because Mulbeck cut you loose because it's a hell of a long way to get

to... What?

They missed it.

Trevor was a John Doe when they can't be seen.

They must have only done the sweep of the bridge and up below.

We'll have to bag this and confirm it belongs to... Oh, come on. You know that

it does.

It all comes back to the water.

It's got a soothing quality to it, almost gentle.

Men and women are different animals, up to and including how they would dispose

of a body. Men prefer dirt. Men like to get their hands dirty.

But women?

They favor water.

Okay, let's say for sake of argument that there's one killer, a woman, and

victims.

If she could get away with a clean kill, why would she risk moving one of the

bodies? The different treatment of the victims leads me to believe that there

was a personal connection between the killer and Trevor.

Monica was a stranger.

But Trevor?

She couldn't stand to put him in a dumpster.

Mulbeck's point on this, and as far as him and my boss are concerned, this case

is closed.

So you're giving up?

I'm the only one who's given two shits about Trevor Stewart since... Okay,

Catherine. What?

You what?

It could have been David.

Don't move.

You like?

I always used to paint my nails when I was a little girl.

Always pinks and reds.

I used to be happy.

Then he took it all away from me.

But I stayed good.

I'm talking too much.

My mother always said, don't burden others with your problems.

Such a pretty shade.

I've done something, Mrs. Steinmetz.

Something very, very bad.

It's opened a door.

And I don't think I can close it again.

I don't want to.

Everybody's got to pay.

my sunshine.

Sweet Mary.

It's Angela, Ma.

Mary's in Boston, remember?

Has been for going on three years now.

Please, don't rush away on my account.

Please stay.

No, we were done already.

I'll see you at breakfast, Mrs. Steinmetz.

Hey. Don't ever touch me.

But you're implying your stepfather did... I know what he did.

David's missing person... He's not missing.

David's dead.

And Howard killed him. Catherine, you're smarter than that.

Howard Burgess, he's not just your stepfather. He's a judge.

And a highly regarded one at that.

Now, if you go after him, you'll get one swing on what you've got. What you've

shown me, it's all...

Circumstantial. Shit. Not to mention obtained through highly questionable

David's father.

I can understand he's family, but the others?

You have Xerox copies of juvenile cases Burgess worked.

Sealed. Court papers from Indiana to West Virginia, all held together with

concert stickers and duct tape. It doesn't matter how I got them if they're

truth. Just help me prove it.

What did he do to you, Catherine?

It's not about me.

Because right now the only evidence that I can see against Judge Burgess is that

you profile like a victim.

Okay, but 500 units.

We're going to shove it down their throats and make them think it's honey,

right? One second.

Finish it tomorrow.

How did you know? Where can we go?

I can touch.

I'm sorry, are you okay?

I can touch.

I can touch.

I can touch.

You hear we ID'd my John Doe? What does it mean?

Could you give me a solid?

Move him up in line for an autopsy now that he has a name.

Something about COD isn't sitting right.

But this time I'm coming to you instead of reading your files while you're

asleep.

Think of it as growth.

Wait, it says here your jumper's body was claimed yesterday.

I am made in God's image.

I am forgiven.

I am made in God's image.

I was born only half -body, low, insolent.

Thank you, honey.

Hey, babe, I have to... Hey.

You're going out?

Yeah, just the OBGYN and another blood test.

What?

Hey, every pregnancy is different.

Just because we had complications with John.

They said it was just a lab screw -up, no big deal.

Are we going down the rabbit hole again?

We're fine.

Do you want me to support you?

Or do you want me to tell you to walk away?

You know what?

It's for you to have a great blood test.

Yes. Trevor Stewartson's body's gone. And the name of the woman that signed

him? It's bogus. So is your cell number.

She claimed to be a friend of the family. Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Did you hear what I said?

A woman claimed the body. A woman who used a false name to cover her track?

I mean, it goes to your theory.

We need to poke a hole in Wolbeck's idea.

Prove that Trevor was the victim and not the perpetrator.

If only we could find out more about where he came from or what made him

I've been tracking his juvenile records this field.

A Gino family court judge.

Hey, there's Pussycat.

Oh, yeah.

Professor Thomas Schaefer. He's advising me on the case.

Professor. Sir.

Where'd you study?

Washington Institute of Forensic Science and Law at Duquesne University.

Oh, well, then you're not a Pitt native.

No, sir.

Rochester born and raised.

Rochester. That's a farm team for the Minnesota Twins. You a Twinkie?

I'm Buckleson's birth.

Attaboy.

Attaboy. Well, let's get to what you came here for.

Remind me, what was it?

Trevor Stewartson.

Stewartson, right, right.

It factors into a homicide I'm working.

In order to move forward, I need to have a better understanding of his

psychological history.

Stewartson.

Here it is. I got it.

I got it, got it, got it, got it.

Stewartson.

This might make things complicated.

There are allegations of abuse here.

Physical or sexual?

Well, either way, as an officer of the court, there are certain files in this

document I feel obligated to redact.

Trevor Stewart's been deceased.

Yes, but his alleged abusers are not.

You can file a motion to unseal.

That'll take the better part of a year.

Yeah, and you'd lose.

But, um...

I can tell you there were appropriate measures taken and that the foster

license was revoked.

After a thorough assessment, I hope.

So often children misunderstand, mistake care, love, even for

something inappropriate.

I mean, one badly worded question from a child welfare worker can destroy the

lives of a well -meaning mother or father.

Foster mother or father, of course.

You must see it every day.

I certainly do.

I'm sorry I can't release the files outright.

My hands are tied.

But I could give you selected pages.

How's that for a compromise?

Here's a list of offenses committed while still a juvenile.

I think that'll help. Perfect.

And that, as they say, is that.

So we seeing you for supper on Sunday?

I'm on pie duty.

Good.

You have a game that day?

Oh, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Howard coaches Bantam hockey.

Show him. I know you want to.

Guilty as charged.

Professor, let me show you something here.

This is last year's seasoned champs.

The boys haven't let success go to their heads. They're ready to work hard.

So, Professor, until our paths cross again.

Yes, sir.

Kat, always good to see you.

You too, Howie.

That wasn't what I was expecting.

A great honorable judge, Burgess.

You.

Stroking a narcissist. That ever work?

He gave us nothing pertaining to Trevor's behavioral profile.

Reading for the drive up to Waterfall.

What's in Waterfall?

Trevor's last foster family.

Ten kids. Three with...

burn marks including trevor one pregnant but refusing to admit the name of the

father trevor knew firsthand what his foster parents had done if he confronted

either one of them i gotta hit the loo

hey catherine

you okay

Fedex are considered people of interest suspects.

I want you to observe and give your social and psychological assessment.

But don't... Unless mortally wounded?

Mr.

Fedex?

You expecting someone? No, I wasn't expecting anyone.

Couple on the porch.

Yes, Mrs. Fedek.

I'm Katherine Jensen. I'm with the Pittsburgh... Child welfare!

You got my letters!

Oh, now you get yourselves in here!

Scrapple. It's a Pennsylvania Dutch delicacy.

Hog -o -ful!

Mrs. Fedek, about those letters...

Oh, we just want to get our kids back. It has been so quiet here without them.

Well, to ensure that you can meet the basic standards of health, safety, and

well -being, we're going to have to ask them some questions.

Of course.

Shoot. Our records show that you had ten foster kids living on the farm when

your license was revoked.

Ten plus one of our own. Little Boyd. And have you kept in touch with any of

them? Oh, I wish with my whole heart that were the case. But you all kind

Whooped in on us.

Unexpected, like.

Didn't exactly give us much time to exchange new addresses.

I do have dreams, though.

Sometimes at night, one of our children will come to me.

Like angels.

What about Trevor Stewartson?

Does he ever haunt your dreams?

Trevor. Sharp as a tack. But that boy is his own worst enemy.

Trevor would save himself a mess of pain if he could just learn to let go of

things and move on.

Now who is going to stand there and tell me that these kids aren't better off

here in a decent family who can...

Sweetheart, your... The bathroom is the third door down the hall.

He must be Little Boyd.

You got dogs?

Not anymore.

Have you seen Trevor?

He likes horses.

Any for your thoughts, Professor?

I'll tell you what, I'll give you a dollar for yours, Detective.

I don't think Mrs. Scrapple's capable.

Last she heard, Trevor was living on the streets.

She claims she hasn't seen him in over two years, and I'm inclined to believe

her.

Sometimes it's not about what you see, but what you don't.

The FedEx may not have seen Trevor, but he was here.

Receipts from Goodwill.

We bought the suit over a week ago.

How did you know to come out here?

My house was a hellhole. He needed an escape, a safe place.

And I had one.

A 19 -year -old doesn't put on a tie unless it counts.

You're right.

It was personal. He might have known the killer.

Yes, it would explain the progression of the beatings. Trevor was killed with

two forceful blows to the head.

More consistent with surprise than a premeditated attack.

The second victim.

Repeated strikes, a flat -out pulverizing of Monica Albrecht. The

building.

Why did you come back?

What is it?

It's the kid from AA.

Diego Rodriguez.

He was in the same meeting as Monica Albrecht.

He's Trevor's foster brother.

I need a 10 -20 on a person of interest.

What are you... Do you see me? Do you see me, dammit? Here I am!

Sorry to bother you at supper time, but I thought you should know.

A young man's been coming around asking about you.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Sure.

About a week ago.

Didn't you get my message in?

Don't get me wrong, he was perfectly respectful, but he's asking these

things like, when do you get home and do you live alone?

Of course I didn't answer.

You have a name?

I didn't ask. But he's tall and lean, maybe 20 or so.

And he...

Sweetener? Oh, yes, please.

I figured it's important, seeing as he came around more than once.

Oh, he left his cell number.

I have it right here.

You can light the match again And as

they try to run it will burn down