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Did you kill my son?!

Want me to explain all that to you?

_

Is that not Terry Maitland

on the same day 70 miles away?

He can't have been in
two places at once.

I'm baffled by this
conflicting evidence.

If Terry Maitland is innocent...

we're not done.

No!

You dreaming about that man again?

He was here.

Did anything out of the ordinary happen?

Daddy got a cut.

It was a cut, and that was it.

Do you think Terry
Maitland killed that boy?

I really don't know.

Fall through.

Keep going.

What have we got?

We secured the barn
and surrounding areas.

- You're good to go inside.
- Thank you.

Lights.

I wish I could tell you
about the last week.

Let me get that for you.

Morning. Thank you.

There you go.

Aw!

Welcome back, T!

- How's the baby?
- I think we'll keep him.

Who's he look like?

Uh... Winston Churchill with a deep tan.

Yeah, the baby's great,
Jack. Thanks for asking.

Sorry. What... Uh...
What are you doing here?

Need to pick up some
stuff out of my desk.

You look like you're about
to snap a few necks.

I had to drive out to some
goddamn barn in Canning

because the Staties found some clothes

they think maybe belonged
to the Maitland guy.

It's our case.
Somebody's got to represent.

You kidding me? It's a
fucking one-hour drive.

By the time I show up,
it will be wrapped and gone.

Have fun.

_

Please tell me you've
at least fed yourself

since I left this morning.

I found the website of the old age home

where Terry went to visit his father.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.

I ran the old man's name through
the National Criminal Database,

turns out he was arrested
for aggravated assault

in Marietta back in 1985.

- Honey.
- Mm-hm?

They've got you on leave for a reason.

Do I look whacked out?

It's post-shooting protocol;
it's nothing personal.

Yeah, I know that.

So, how about you just take
the time off they gave you?

I mean, Jesus, if somebody
offered me paid leave...

Speaking of which...

how was your day?

"Song of the Humpback Whale"!

I'm serious!

I want to see you dance to
"Song of the Humpback Whale."

Boom boom.

Come on, change the music.

Put on the "Song of the Humpback Whale"!

Watch her dance.

Hey, Jack.

You ever heard that?

It's kind of a nature recording...

bunch of fuckin' whales
making these moaney noises

to each other in the ocean.

Can't say I have.

Well, the reason I suggest it is,

if she's gonna move her ass up there

like some half-dead Oxy-head,

maybe that tune would
be more to her liking.

Asshole!

Candace to the main stage.

You're not working today?

Yes, I'm goddamn working today.

Just taking my time getting there.

Is that okay with you, shithead?

Sure, it's okay, Jack.

Oh, good, I'm so glad to hear it.

"Sure, it's okay with you, Jack."

Just gonna pay, not gonna hit you.

Toss that down her panties.

Motherfucker!

What did I tell you?

This is your last chance, Butch!

Come on out or we're coming in after ya!

Very serious, Butchie.

Very...

... serious.

Shit.

It's bullshit.

Fuck this.

Oh, shit!

Oh... fuck.

I'm a police officer.

What... What do you want...

What did you just do...

Oh, fuck!

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Fuck.

Fuck.

Here's what we found at the barn.

Thank you.

Lavender button-down shirt.

Pair of grey Jockey shorts.

White crew-socks...

and brown work boots,
all of which can be found

- growing on the nearest tree.
- Yeah, sure.

However, we also found this.

- Terry's?
- Indeed.

It's the same one we caught
on the surveillance tape

after he changed clothes
at the strip club,

and at the train station in Dubrow.

Yeah, but there could be more
than one belt buckle like that

- in the world.
- No doubt.

The lab had Maitland's dabs on file,

matched them up right away.

But here's the thing: Some
were very well defined...

but others... take a look.

See how faint the lines
and whorls are on those?

While on these, they're
almost entirely broken up.

The tech who did the work

said the weaker prints were like

the prints of an old person.

So, maybe somebody 80 or 90 years old.

- So, someone else?
- No.

They're all the same person.

I asked him if maybe they could
seem blurred because Maitland

was moving fast, wanting
to change clothes quick

to get out of town. He said no.

Did you check them against
the ones in the van?

Indeed.

The well-defined ones
were an easy match.

But here's the thing.

Originally, we IDed five sets of prints.

Terry's, the kid Merlin's,
the van's owner in New York,

- his wife and his daughter.
- Okay.

But there was one set...

we thought was too
degraded to bother with.

So, take another shot,

compare them against the old
man prints on the belt buckle.

Buckle. Van.

Terry strong. Terry degraded.

Terry young. Terry ancient.

What's happening here? I've...

Maybe hold that question until I'm done.

We also found this.

What is it?

At first, we thought it was semen,

but it's not.

Besides, semen doesn't do this.

- The same stuff?
- They're 90 percent sure.

And there's more of it in
other parts of the barn.

Was anyone working there?

Maybe it's motor oil, engine lubricant.

- They tested for that.
- How about livestock salve?

Um... Udder liniment?

- You know, bag balm?
- Tested for that, too.

- So, what is it?
- Well, they're still testing.

I think we should go and...

contact Howie Saloman, Alec Pelley,

- bring them in on this.
- Why would we do that?

Just let them know what's going on.

Yeah, but we don't know what's going on.

Exactly, so... Yeah.

See if they have any bright ideas.

Mrs. Maitland, this is
not your girls' fault

in the least, please understand that.

But the kids in school...

There's a growing hostility
towards Maya and Jessa,

and I'm afraid that it's
only going to escalate.

Can't their teachers protect them?

Can't you?

This is coming from the parents as well.

So, they're being expelled?

- "Expelled" is the wrong word...
- Okay, well let me think.

How about we just say
they're on sabbatical?

Yes, I like that much better.

You have to understand my position.

I do understand.

You have to look out for the
welfare of all of the students

and not just the ones
who are being harassed

and bullied. I get it.

I can help you find a school...

but I am afraid wherever
the girls enrol...

Got it.

Maybe you can consider home schooling?

I can certainly help you with that.

And mother to mother?

I think it's outrageous
when children have to pay

for the sins of a parent.

Sins?

My husband was innocent.

What do you mean the state lab

doesn't know what this shit is?

It's the state lab for Christ's sake.

They're working on it.

And they're sure all
the prints are Terry's?

- The van and the buckle?
- They are.

Sounds to me like you're
still trying to nail him.

No, Howard, we're just...

we're trying to get to
the bottom of this.

Who's "we," Anderson?
You're off the job now.

Yeah, that's right.

Until I'm reinstated, my time's my own.

So, now it's all about getting
justice for Terry, huh?

Uh... For Terry, for Frankie Peterson.

But, Howard, I'm not
gonna get to do that

for either of them.

If all I'm supposed to be
doing is crawling around on

broken glass, telling you
how grievously sorry I am

- for having possibly fucked up.
- "Possibly"?

That's what I said.

You know,

Terry flew in and out of
Dayton with his family,

yet you're saying those blurred prints

couldn't have been anyone else's?

Because somebody else had to
have driven that van down here.

Yeah, that question is on the list.

We asked for this meeting

because we're so deep
in the woods with this

that we figured four heads
would be better than two.

You wanna see your guy exonerated,

then we need to find the
true actor here, because...

nobody else is gonna go through
all of this and frankly...

nothing less is gonna do.

Yes?

We gotta backtrack to Dayton.

Seems like that's where this
whole horror show started.

Somebody's gotta retrace
every step Maitland took.

I'd say...

re-interview Glory,
maybe even the kids, but...

Yeah, but they weren't with
Maitland around the clock.

That's right.

I don't know.

I guess I could fly up there
for a couple of days myself,

but I don't think that's enough time.

I have a State Police Homicide
conference in Atlanta tomorrow.

How about sending Holly Gibney?

Holly Gibney.

Yeah, the one and only.

Shouldn't be too hard

to find where she parked
her spaceship these days.

Chicago, right?

Yeah.

We get her on this,
there's nobody better

at retracing steps.

What's with the spaceship?

Well...

as an individual, she's...

She's what I would call "unique."

Chevy Cavalier,
General Motors, produced...

1985 to 2005.

Reboot of Chevy Monza, 1975 to 1981.

BMW 3 Series, Grand Turismo,
four-cylinder model, 318D.

Produced 2013 to 2015...

Wow.

1966...

Renault Dauphin,

three-box, four-door saloon model,

845cc engine, discontinued 1967.

- Holly Gibney.
- Hey, Holly, it's Alec Pelley.

Hello, Alec Pelley.

Nice to hear your voice again.

It's nice to hear your voice again, too.

I guess I'll cut right
to the chase here, um...

A man was arrested down
here by local PD...

for the rape and murder
of an 11-year-old boy,

but... there's still some
question as to whether

they collared the right guy.

And...

answering that involves
backchecking a trip

he made to Dayton Ohio with
his family in early March.

Does that, uh... That sound
like a piece of cake to you?

Who was the arresting officer?

Ralph Anderson.

Well, I'm not agreeing to
anything over the phone.

Okay... Why's that?

Because the last time I
committed to a job that way,

it turned out that the man who hired me

had a swastika tattooed on his forehead

and I didn't discover that

until I turned up at his house
with his runaway daughter.

So, if he wants me to be
part of his investigation,

- he has to see me face to face.
- Okay.

Well, I guess I can talk to Howie,

maybe fly you down here.

Well, as you know, I'm an aviophobic.

You're what?

You're sitting in my seat.

Hello?

Miss, do you see the other stools.

You're okay where you are, but you...

you're sitting in my seat.

Thank you.

Holly? You still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

What was that you just called yourself?

- I'm not flying.
- Okay.

Okay.

Oldest trick in the book.

What's that?

I know what you're doing, you...

So, you have a bad actor
with you in the box, right?

And he thinks he's finished
answering all your questions,

all you gotta do is sit there.

Say nothing.

Before you know it, he gets nervous,

starts talking and then you got him,

because you got him going
past his rehearsed answers.

So...

how have you been spending
your time since our last session?

- Chores, mostly.
- What kind of chores?

You know, gardening, yard work, cars.

I hear that physical activity
is its own kind of therapy.

How are things at home?

Um...

- Home?
- With your wife?

Oh. We're good. We're always good.

I mean, you know...

There was a time, you know, when...

Well, I guess, you know,
I wasn't so sure,

we were going to make it. Maybe for...

you know, about six months or so, but...

we made it and, uh, we're good.

What was going on?

Um... Losing a child.

Our only child.

And I guess that, uh...

something like that's either going to...

bring you closer than you ever
been or, uh, it's gonna...

It's, uh... It'll tear you apart and...

I've seen it happens both ways.

I'm sorry.

No, like I said, we got through it.

We're good.

What was it like for you when
things were still rough?

Maybe we could just keep it
about the things that actually

put me in this chair.

You know, the first game

my dad ever took me to was at Wrigley.

1985, Cubbies-Mets.

Must have been towards the end
of the season somewhere, but...

after all these years

- who can remember the date.
- Did they win or lose?

Cubbies lost.

- September 26th.
- Mm. September 26th?

I wish I could remember
who was pitching.

Johnny Abrego started for the Cubs,

but was knocked out on the fourth.

He was relieved by Ron Meredith,
Steve Engel and Jay Baller.

Dwight Gooden, on the other hand,

threw a complete game
shutout for the Mets.

Hello, Alec, who's your friend?

I'm gonna need the name
and address of the hotel

that the family were
staying in in Dayton.

- It's in there.
- And the room number?

I can get that for you.

I'm gonna need the location
of the parking lot

- and the restaurant.
- It's in there.

The hospital information I can see...

Father's medical records?

I need that.

No.

I need to find out who was
working in that wing...

the days of the Maitlands' visits.

That's my job.

I'm gonna need a thousand
in cash, 20s and 50s,

all of which will be accounted for,

and if I don't use it you can
just deduct it from my fee.

- That's no problem.
- Speaking of my fee,

- I'm gonna need half.
- That's no problem either.

- Here you go.
- Done and done.

Insvekataj!

It... It means, uh, "For
your health" in Lithuanian.

- Oh, right.
- And then you say, "Insvekataj!"

- Right.
- Yeah.

Insvekataj.

- _
- Hey.

I... I thought they screened
our mail for things like this.

Must have slipped through.

I have to say all these
contradicting eyewits,

videos and forensics,

sounds like your man
has, uh, a doppelgänger.

From the German, uh, "double goer."

The myth is... if it's
a myth, is that, uh,

everyone in the world has,
uh, an identical double.

If you mean by that a twin,
we've already checked that out.

Not a twin. No, no, sir. Um...

a non-biological double.

The Egyptians call it a "Ka,"
the Norwegians a "Vardoger,"

the Finns an "Etainen,"

- the Swiss a "Dark Uncle"...
- She likes history.

My particular favorite is...

"Fetch," uh, from the Old Irish.

Find that word quite
fetching, don't you?

What we're looking for is, uh...
is flesh and blood male biped.

My theory about the
doppelgänger is that it is, uh,

a primitive construct they used
to explain bi-polar disorder,

or schizophrenia, or just the
everyday struggle between

- the id and the super-ego...
- If it's a myth?

- What?
- You said, "if" it's a myth.

- Yes, I did.
- Mm.

Because I have no, um...

tolerance for the unexplainable.

Well then, sir...

you'll have no tolerance for me.

Okay, here we go...

I can tell you what day

May 1st lands on 204 years from now

faster than any computer on Earth.

I can look at a skyscraper for
two seconds from a speeding car

and tell you within six inches
how tall that building is.

And I can not only recite the lyrics

of every rock and roll song

written from 1954 to the present day,

but I can tell you which
Billboard chart position

they were in week to week
until it fell off completely,

but you know what?

I don't listen to music,
because I don't like it.

Heights make me throw up.

And if you ask me what date it is today,

I have to look at a calendar.

- Now, all that's true, brother...
- When I was four years old

my parents took me to see a
psychiatrist to be examined.

That was what got the ball rolling.

And, well, by the time
I was eight years old,

I had been tested,

uh, studied, uh, written
about and videoed by...

psychiatrists, behaviorists,

neuroscientists and six different kinds

of interdisciplinary socio-biologists,

and you know what they said?

"Fuck if I know."

So... Mr. Anderson...

if I feel like using
the conditional "if"...

then "if" is the word, mockingbird.

Your parents allowed
them to do that to you?

They were scared.

They thought the white
coats could cure me.

Cure you of being yourself?

I think I need to go upstairs.

- Can I help you with anything?
- I'm good.

You don't like to drink that much,

but you did it to make
me feel comfortable.

Thank you.

Honey, what's wrong?

You need to call that
detective that hurt my dad.

- Who? Ralph Anderson?
- I don't know his name.

- The sad-looking one.
- Why?

Because I have something to tell him.

What do you have to tell him?

The man said to only tell him.

The man? What man?

What man, Jessa?

Hey, guys.

Can we talk out here first?

- This is my wife, Jeannie.
- I know who she is.

Thank you for coming by,

but it's just because my daughter

had a bad dream involving you.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry to hear that.

And she thinks that she
has to tell you something

about the dream. And my hope is

if you come in and let her...

that maybe it will help ease her mind.

I need you to help ease her mind, okay?

Yeah.

That must have been a very...

scary dream, Jessa.

It wasn't a dream.
I said that ten times!

It was, my love.

If there was a man here, he
couldn't have gotten upstairs

without one of us seeing him.

Or hearing him.

You know, we have creaky stairs.

But what makes you so sure

that it wasn't a dream, Jessa?

Can you just do what I
asked you to do, please?

Yeah.

Um...

But you know whatever it was,

you know there's no man
up there now, right?

Not now, but he said
he wouldn't come back

if I gave you the message.

Okay.

What's the message?

He said to tell you to stop.

Stop what?

He said if you don't stop,

something very bad
is going to... happen.

Did he say what kind of bad
thing was going to happen?

Okay, time to go upstairs.

Come on. Come on.

Goddamnit, Ralph. Thanks for nothing.

Glory, can I talk to you for a second?

Just the two of us?

So how did you find Holly Gibney?

Um... I found her unique.

- "Unique," he says.
- Mm.

She's a full-tilt bull goose loony...

but she's damn good at what she does.

You'll see.

When our son Derek was Jessa's age,

he used to have a lot of nightmares.

And Ralph and I, we discovered that...

just saying, "Oh, it's a bad dream,"

didn't really help him very much.

In fact, it usually
made him more agitated.

Your point?

But if we tried to see
it through his eyes,

if we took it as seriously as he did,

you know, and asked him details about it

or his thoughts about what it all meant,

a lot of the times he would
end up convincing himself

that it was just nothing
more than a crappy dream.

Either that, or he'd end up so bored

by our little debriefing session
that he'd fall back asleep,

just to get us out of the room.

So, my point...

telling you this is just...

maybe it's not so terrible if...

Can you just let Ralph keep
asking Jessa about her dream?

No.

But you can.

So, Jessa...

this man that you saw, can you
tell me what he looked like?

Better.

- Better than...
- The other times.

How many times have you seen him?

- Four.
- Oh, honey.

The first time he looked
like daddy but wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought you
would start crying again,

and I didn't want you to.

He looked like your
daddy, but he wasn't?

His skin was wrong. And he was mean.

How was he mean?

He was trying to make me cry.

What a jerk. How about the second time?

The second time

he looked just a little
bit like my daddy, but...

messy.

Messy? You mean like his clothes?

His face. It was blurry.
Like someone tried to erase it.

And did he say anything
to you that time?

Just more mean stuff.

And then you saw him again last night?

Yeah, but he wasn't blurry anymore.

Right, you said he was better,

but did he still look like your daddy?

No way.

This time...

he was more muscly here and here...

and he looked inky.

Inky?

I'm tired. I don't want
to answer anymore.

Okay, well, now that you gave
Mr. Anderson the message

I don't think he's ever
coming back, do you?

- He said he wouldn't.
- And if he does,

tell him to bug off.

Tell him, if he has a message
he wants to give me,

he can give it to me
himself. Okay, Jessa?

I don't think you want that.

You remember, honey,

that he can't hurt you, so
you don't have to be scared.

He doesn't make me scared,

he makes me angry.

I think you're the one who's
supposed to be scared.

Mm.

Okay, guys.

Grab your jackets.

I wanna be done by the
time Daddy gets back

from visiting Grandpa.

- Mom?
- Yes.

I made you a picture.

Momma...

I made a new picture for Daddy.

A baseball man.

Nice.

Your car get towed?

No, I'm just looking for the person

who's in charge of mall security.

That would be me.

One of my people decided to use a Taser

on her husband last night,

they've been going
through a rough patch,

so it left me shorthanded for today.

Now that you've got me,
how can I help you?

What dates were you looking for?

March 6th to the 11th.

That's six weeks ago.

We scrub the surveillance
cameras in this parking lot

- once every five days.
- Figured as much.

Thought I'd take a shot.

Have you checked with
the Traffic Division?

It was never reported stolen.

Oh. Excuse me.

Ma'am, you can't park there.

There's two spots, right there.

Thank you.

I can, uh...

I can ask my buddy over
at the impound yard,

see if it turned up over there?

The van was in the custody
of Cherokee City PD.

I was hoping I could get
eyes on the individual

who might have taken
it from here to there.

Sorry. Can I ask why Cherokee City PD?

It was used to abduct a child
who was subsequently murdered.

In any event, thank you for your help.

You're a PI?

Yes, I am.

Would you like to see my license?

No, that's okay.

But do you have a business card?

Oh, here. Here, I'll... I'll trade you.

You know...

if there's anything else
I can help you with just...

make sure to reach out, okay?

Mm.

My great grandmother handles
her oil better than this dude.

Wait for it. Wait for it...

Boom! Ha! Pay up, fucker.

Tss! Piece of shit.

Jack...

Come on, man, let's get
you some fresh air.

- Goddamnit!
- I ain't touch him.

I know. I know.

Hey, Jack, I didn't touch you, man.

Please, please.

I'll do anything, just make it stop.

Just make it stop.

Please.

Oh, hey. Hi, Glory.

Hi, sorry for just...
showing up like this...

I just, um...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, come in.
- Thank you.

Yeah, thanks. I wanted to...

check in on you, you know,

see how you were doing after yesterday.

I'm all right.

And Jessa?

She slept through the night.

Oh, excellent.

Good.

I don't have an agenda coming here,

I really did just wanna check
in on you and the girls.

It was funny yesterday, you and Jessa.

Funny?

Yeah, it reminded me of...

Maya...

my oldest, when she...

she couldn't have been more than seven.

She went to a friend's
house for a play date,

and that girl's older
brother made them watch...

a DVD of a horror movie. Leprechaun.

- Man, I wanted to kill that kid.
- I bet.

And Maya came home and
she was convinced...

that there was a leprechaun
hiding somewhere in the house...

waiting to get her.

And I remember trying
to convince her that

leprechauns don't exist,
but she wasn't buying it.

And then Terry had a go.

And do you know what he said?

What?

He said, "Well, yes, leprechauns exist,

but they only live in Ireland

and they're forbidden
to leave the country."

And she said,

"Oh, okay, good."
And then that was that.

He was such a good dad.

He really was.

How do you live with it, Jeannie?

I really need to know.

Well, yeah, it's impossible.

Hey there, how can I help you?

Um, I'm here to visit,
uh, Peter Maitland.

Okay, are you a member of the family?

I'm a friend of the family.

Uh, I'm sorry that won't do. LSC policy.

Can I ask how he's doing?

Uh, I cannot give out that
information. Melanie?

When I was very young,

he and my father were best friends,

and when my parents died,
he and his wife took me in

and raised me as their own.

Also, I drove here all
the way from Chicago.

I'm sorry, I... I still
can't let you up there,

and even if I could, I have to tell you,

he wouldn't recognize you.

I mean, he's been going downhill...

rather fast recently, and...

when Alzheimer's is involved,

- they usually...
- How recent?

I would say in the last month or so.

Early March. Um...

Did something particular
happen back then?

And here I was thinking

I had seen the last of you people.

Uh, what people?

Fine, play me for a fool.
Reporters, honey, reporters.

- I'm not a reporter.
- Of course not.

Pete Maitland's just the
prince who raised you

as one of his own children.

I need you to turn around
and exit this building.

And if you won't, I'll
have you escorted out.

- I'm... I'm not a reporter.
- If you say so.

Nonetheless, if you want
to see that old man

you will have to come back with his son

and have him vouch for you.

Come back with Terry Maitland?

You know, and here's the thing:

Even if I had fallen for your story

I... I don't know what you
think you could squeeze out

of that poor man. Ask the detectives,

they tried talking to him for weeks.

Talk to him about what?

- Please make sure she leaves.
- I'm going.

- Hello?
- Holly Gibney.

Ah! Well, hello there, Holly Gibney.

I don't know who I'm
supposed to report to:

you, Alec or Howard Saloman.

Um... You know what, any of us is fine.

I spoke to the woman at
the center's reception desk.

She wouldn't let me see
Maitland's father,

because she thought I was a reporter.

Apparently, a bunch of reporters

showed up about a month
ago. Detectives, too.

Ah, I thought it was
in regards to Terry,

because that was more or less the time

that the family was there last time.

But she didn't even know he was dead.

Well, you know,
Cherokee City isn't exactly

the center of the universe, so...

That being said,

whatever did happen, the cops
wanted to speak to the old man

as part of the investigation.

You'll be looking into that?

Of course. That's what I'm here for.

Um... Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to tell you your job.

I know I could've waited to call

until I had more hard information.

No, no that's fine.

It's just... sometimes...

every once in a while, I like
to hear the voice of someone

who's on my side.

I'll call when I have something

with a little more meat on its bones.

Sure.

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No.

You don't get to do this.

Fuck you, I don't.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

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-- www.addic7ed.com --

Sleep, child.

Sleep, now.

Somewhere on one of those tapes,

there might be a real game changer.

It wasn't him, you know.

This day and age,
we find it so difficult

to believe in anything
that we can't explain.