All language subtitles for The.Outsider.2020.S01E06.720p.WEBRip.x264-XLF

As the dollar fell

on profit-taking after
12 straight weeks of gains...

Gold had fallen

to 1,320 earlier on Monday,
its lowest

as a strong US jobs report
has sent the dollar soaring

to a four-year high.

The man who was killed

in a bizarre stand-off
with Dayton police

earlier today,
has now been identified

as Tracey Powell, 21,
of nearby Edgemont.

According to a police source,
Powell's gun,

a .38 caliber Smith and Wesson,
was unloaded.

- Hey, how are you?
- Good.

Um, Tracey Powell on the news.

Uh, I... I saw him two days ago

at, uh, Heath Hofstadter's
gravesite.

I talked to him,
I took some photos.

I was just wondering
if there was any way...

You want me to look into it?

I'm on it.

Hey, can I tell you something
that's true?

I've been thinking about you
all day,

and the sound of your voice
right now, it's like...

Thank you, um...

Goodnight, Andy.

Jesus Christ.

Take two sledgehammers
and call me in the morning.

Hmm.

Well...

Honey, it's five o'clock,

why don't you go back
to bed for an hour or so?

I'm up.

Okay.

All right,
I'm gonna make some coffee.

Whoa.

Wait, wait.

What's this?

You... That kid Merlin that
we interviewed in Tennessee,

the one who stole the white van.
So, first of all,

he tells us that he didn't see
the guy who stole it.

Then he switched the story up,
said he did see the guy.

Now, being that he wasn't
the most articulate eye wit

I've ever interviewed,
we just had him make a sketch

of the guy's face,
and that's what that is.

- He saw this man?
- Yeah, that's what he said.

So he saw him too?

I don't know, Jeannie.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Look...

Stop... Stop... Stop! Stop!

What the fuck?

Are you high?
You high on my bus?

What is she doing?

- Stay in your seat, bud.
- What's the matter with you?

I must have had a nightmare,
and woke up...

Goddamn.

Thank you.

I'm telling you.
This face and this face

belong to the same person.

Yours was a dream face.
This one is done by

a... a nervous kid
who's glancing over his shoulder

at somebody while he's
race walking away.

No... Remember the faces
Jessa described?

- Yeah.
- Remember?

- There were three of them.
- Right.

Jessa's a six-year-old girl.

She's dealing
with an unimaginable loss.

So... She thinks she sees
a blurry version

of her dead father,
and then twice more.

Each time...

You know, looking less
and less like her dad,

and more like some blob
that's swallowing him up.

I mean, you don't have
to be a trained psychologist

- to... to...
- Ralph!

- He said you would die.
- He said you would too.

Yet here we are.
I mean, sleep deprived,

but still kicking.

I know that you feel
you made a horrible mistake

arresting Terry,
I know it kills you.

But what if you're making
a worse mistake

keeping this going?

What if it was Derek
we found that night in the park,

would you want me to stop?

That's hitting below the belt.

Baby, would you?

No. I wouldn't.

But, don't presume to tell me...
I dreamed this.

I'm not presuming anything.
It's what I believe.

Who's going to the
meeting with the investigator?

Huh?
Uh, me, Sablo, Pelley, Howie...

A gang of four.

I'd like to come too.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And what do you think
about inviting everybody else?

Everybody like who?

Like whoever's had anything
to do with Terry Maitland.

Tamika, Jack Hoskins,

- Glory...
- I'm not sure

what Holly's gonna say,
so if it ends up being

- something awful, I...
- She needs to see

that you're making
some progress.

She needs that pretty badly.

I mean if you want,
I'm happy to go over

and deliver
the invitation personally.

Sure...
Yeah, why don't you do that?

- Ralph Anderson.
- Hey, it's me,

I'm off today.

And, um,
I was just wondering if...

there was anything I could do
to help out

with that meeting today.

Okay. All right, on it.

Hey. What you doing?

Just sorting through
some things...

Wanna help me?

No, I'll leave you to it.

I don't want
this, I want pancakes.

- Daddy always made...
- Pancakes are for weekends.

Daddies are for weekends.

I hope it doesn't
bother you that all of this

- once belonged to Derek.
- Bother me? No.

You're giving my girls
his precious things.

- Toys should be played with.
- Mm.

That's why they're called toys.

So you think I should go
to this meeting today?

Only if you want.

- You're gonna be there?
- I will.

Glory...
I need to ask something of you.

Well, of Jessa... And I... I'd...

I would never, if I didn't think

it was so important.

Just ask.

And this second man...
who came to you...

You say he was blurrier
than your daddy,

but would you still say
he had your daddy's eyes?

No. The second man's eyes
looked like holes.

And when you say "holes"...
you mean?

They looked like circles...
black circles.

And how about his mouth?

Just so you know,
Maya hasn't called Terry "Daddy"

in two years.
She thought it was babyish.

Now that he's gone,
he's "Daddy" again.

And Jessa, now that
the nightmares are over,

has turned so... deep...
into herself

that's it's like she's
on her own pretend planet.

All this to say, Jeannie,
this thing

you just put my girls through...

It better be worth it.

Thank you for the toys.

You blew off your last session.

Uh, yeah, yeah I know,
I sent you an email though...

- Didn't I?
- No.

Going AWOL on me isn't going
to help your situation.

Yeah, I know, it's, um...
Well... It won't happen again.

Tell me what's going on.

Um...

Nothing much.

What does that mean?

It means I'm dealing
with things.

Ralph...

Let me explain something to you

which I might not
have made clear enough before.

If I believe the trauma
of shooting Oliver Peterson

will make you ineffective
in your job,

or a danger to yourself
or others,

I'm mandated to share that
with the review board.

That being said...

understand that
I'm not your father...

your life partner,
your boss, or your friend.

I'm your therapist.

Anything you say to me stays
in this room.

- So I'll ask again...
- I saw my son.

- Saw him where?
- In a dream.

Um... Definitely a dream.

You sound not so sure.

No, it... it was a dream.

Can you describe it to me?

No, I just, um...

He was standing
in the corner of the room...

His room. And he said, uh,

I need to let him go.

Said it twice in fact,
and, um...

And that's it,
that's all she wrote.

It's kind of an obvious...
message, I guess.

- Obvious in what way?
- Well, I have to let him go.

I have to stop, um,
grieving him so deeply,

I guess. Um...

Get on with my life.

You have any thoughts about...
why you had that dream now?

It could be that he was...
telling me not to confuse him

with Ollie Peterson, though,
'cause he would've been

the same age as Ollie,
if Ollie lived.

If... If he lived,
and if Ollie lived too.

But I kinda think
that this dream

is a big breakthrough.

Don't you?

- Holly Gibney.
- Hey.

You wanna hear something
interesting?

Guess whose fingerprints
they found

in Tracey Powell's car?

I don't like guessing games.

- Heath Hofstadter?
- Nope.

The Williams sisters.

His victims.

- But not Heath's?
- No, ma'am.

- Any blood?
- Not a drop.

- Did Tracey know the girls?
- He did.

Apparently he used
to date the older half-sister.

He was in and out
of their house all the time.

So... a coincidence?

- It could've been.
- But you don't think so?

You think he was an accomplice?

The guy killed himself,
didn't he?

There must have been something
weighing on him.

Thank you, Andy.

Holly Gibney.

I'm Jack Hoskins.

Detective Anderson asked me
to pick you up.

So I have to tell you...
I'm pretty new to the team.

To this investigation.

And, wh... while I have you,
I was wondering if...

You could maybe give me
a little sneak preview of...

what you're gonna be
talking about later.

You know, so I don't go
in like a total Dunsky Dumbkoph.

I'm sorry, I'd rather not.

Still organizing my thoughts.

Do I have like a big red zit
on the tip of my nose?

What?

I... I don't know,
just wondering why you keep

staring at me like that.

Can I be honest?

Please.

You look like you're going
through some kind of hell.

What do you mean?

You look like...

You look like someone's
been trying

to rip out your heart.

Has someone you love
just left you?

Well, in fact...

my wife walked out
on me a few months ago.

But I have to say, it was one of
the happiest days of my life.

Hm.

Hm.

We should go.
You're gonna be late.

Well, I can tell you one thing.

I'm afraid nobody's going
to believe me.

What won't they believe?

I'm sorry?

You said nobody's gonna
believe you.

Why?

I really, really don't want
to speak about it

until the meeting.

Okay, so...
Let's say this theoretical.

"Not Terry"
is some kind of evil genius...

He kills the boy,
he plants Terry's DNA

all over the scene, but still,

- how does he get a hold of it?
- Could have collected it

from Terry. The house.

Yeah, but you're talking
about a truckload of DNA there.

So the killer is who?
Lex Luthor?

Staying with
the mad-scientist theory...

Fine, he manages
to plant this synthetic,

or whatever, DNA,
all over the crime scene

and the van...

But does he also manage
to somehow plant.

Terry's entire person
in another city?

Not a moment too soon.

Holly...

March 30th,
Frankie Peterson, age 11,

was found murdered.

The accused, Terry Maitland.
The evidence, DNA,

eyewitness testimony, video.

The counter evidence, DNA,
eyewitness testimony, video.

A human being cannot exist

in two realities
at the same time.

March 6th, 24 days earlier, uh,

the Williams sisters,
Asha and Carolyn Williams,

eight and ten years old,
were found murdered

in Dayton, Ohio. Based on DNA

and eyewitness testimony,
Heath Hofstadter was arrested

and charged,
but just as with Terry Maitland,

credible eyewitness testimony

and, uh, gas station
security camera footage

put him 60 miles away
at the time.

February the 11th, uh,
23 days before the murders

in Dayton, Luis Aparicio,
seven years old,

was found butchered
in the Bronx.

Based on DNA
and eyewitness testimony,

Maria Caneles
was arrested and convicted,

despite contradicting
eyewitness testimony

and video footage
that put her in New Jersey

at the time of the killings.

A human being cannot be
in two realities

at the same time.

Thirty days before
Terry Maitland was arrested

for the murder
of Frankie Peterson,

he was in Dayton, Ohio.

He collided
with Heath Hofstadter

in the hallway outside
of his father's hospital room.

There was a scratch,
and that scratch drew blood.

Twenty-seven days before
the double murders in Dayton,

Heath was in New York,
where he encountered

Maria Caneles at the hotel bar.

So, a month before
Luis Aparicio's death,

Maria Caneles had some
seemingly accidental

physical encounter
with an individual

who would later be arrested
for the murder of a child,

shortly after he had contact
with Terry Maitland,

who would later be charged
with the murder of a child.

Terry Maitland,
Heath Hofstadter,

Maria Caneles...

I believe that all three
were not only innocent...

but I believe
they were victims themselves.

And I believe
that all three were selected.

What do you mean "selected"?
Selected by who?

The... There... There are times
when looking at a series

of seemingly impossible,
yet, uh,

- distinctly connected events...
- Selected by who, Holly?

When the facts before you
are so filled

with uncanny coincidences...

that perhaps the first step
to seeing things clearly

is not to find a way
to dismiss those facts,

but to, um, expand your sense

of what reality might entail.

Maria Caneles
and the people around her

believe that the real killer
of Luis Aparicio was...

was a malevolent entity
called El Cuco.

Did you say, "an entity"?

As a child,
when I misbehaved, I was told...

El Cuco would come take me away
and eat me.

- Yet here you are.
- I know, I'm just saying.

Every culture has its El Cuco.

Its so-called
mythical child eaters,

or shape shifters,
body snatchers, or body doubles.

The story goes back
to the Samarians,

to the Egyptians,
the Greeks, the Romans,

to... the Hebrews, the Muslims,

the Christian cultures. Um,
the tale of this creature

goes back through time,
and is on all continents

and has survived to this day.

You don't have
to listen to this crap, Glory.

- Let's go.
- No, I want to hear the rest.

Let her talk.

I... I don't know
whether this presence

is El Cuco,
but I do know that it's evil.

And I believe it...
I believe it's real.

The key now...
The key is not to trace

this monster back
to Maria Caneles,

or whoever infected her,
or whoever infected that person,

or whoever, or whoever,
or whoever,

back to the dawn of time.
The key, the critical key now,

today, is to stop it
from going forward,

which means we have
to catch the person

who was most recently infected,

- contain that person...
- Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

This is what you've been doing
this whole time?

This is your big plan
to exonerate my husband?

Is by going after
the fucking boogeyman?

Are you insane? Are you insane?

Getting the goods
on the fucking boogeyman,

that's your plan?

God damn, all of you.

Well, if she's right
about who's next,

it's got to be Claude Bolton.

- If she's right?
- Yeah.

- No, I'm not saying, I mean...
- That it's what? Logical?

- That it's rational?
- You're not letting me finish.

You know what I think
we should do

in this investigation, next?
We should go find

a really reputable psychic.
If that doesn't work,

we should go to a toy store,
and spring for a Ouija board,

'cause those things are surefire
fucking crime solvers.

All she's asking for
is that we keep an open mind.

You know what, you... you...
You keep your mind open,

I'm just gonna look
for facts, evidence.

You know,
dumb cop shit like that.

And it wasn't just the children

and their so-called killers.
Death started fanning out

into their families...
The way they all went...

heart attacks, strokes,
suicides, revenge killings.

And it's still going on now.
And the thing about this cousin,

this, uh, Tracey Powell...

I'm absolutely sure

that he was involved
in the murders

of the Williams sisters.

They found the girls' fingerprints...

in his car and...
from where the girls were found.

But, he didn't kill them.

This thing that became Heath
did that.

And he delivered them up.

Why would he do that?

I don't think he had a choice.

I think this thing...

had him completely
under his control.

Is there something wrong?

Is something wrong?

What?

Nothing.

Howard, I'm not saying
that I believe her...

I'm just saying
I'm not ready to say I don't.

Okay.

Look,

a lot of the things
that she said,

about myths and legends
over history,

I've actually read a lot
of that stuff.

- You have?
- Yeah.

And over the centuries...

you know,
people got called devils,

and demons,
you know, called witches.

The werewolf of this,
the vampire of that.

And we always say,
"Well, people back then,"

they were ignorant,

"and hysterical
and superstitious."

Because nowadays,
we've got science, psychology.

So we know better than
to mistake humans for demons.

You know, but what if...

What if every now and then,
we mistake a demon for a human?

- Very interesting.
- I think so.

Did you ever hear the one
about the Yiddish vampire?

Vampire, he flies in
through the window of a church,

his fangs are out,
priest immediately goes

for a crucifix.
Shoves it in his face,

"Back, you fiend."
Vampire laughs, says,

"Ni gunisht helfen, bubbalah."

"It ain't gonna help you, baby."

He says it in Yiddish.

Okay.

- See you later, Alec.
- Yeah, I'll see you.

What a fucking clown show
that was.

- Ralph.
- No wonder she wouldn't

- tell me anything, I would've...
- Ralph.

- Shut her down.
- Cut it out.

I invited her to stay with us.

I can stay at a hotel.

No, I wouldn't hear of it.

We'll put you in the guest room.
Sheets are clean,

I'll just get some towels.

What are these?

Why didn't you bring them
to the meeting?

I should have.

The... The first one
is the guy I saw.

Put a kid through hell
to get the middle three.

And this one's from that kid
in Dayton.

I wasn't sure
what they all signified.

They signify his transformation.

You know the pattern. So far,

it kills every 24 to 27 days.
What I couldn't figure out was,

why he waited...
Wh... What the time meant.

But, Jeannie,
it's all right here.

He was transforming.

He was sitting at this table...

- Which chair?
- This one.

Um, but... but it was pushed
back there,

and I was sitting right here.

Did you dust for fingerprints?

I checked the rug
beneath the legs

and there was no indentation.

There was no sign that someone
had been sitting there recently.

No alarms were triggered,

and there
were no broken windows,

so there was absolutely no sign
of a break-in.

So, you didn't dust
for fingerprints?

No, I did not.

Do you have any Scotch tape
in the house?

- In the desk.
- Um, any colored markers?

Derek has... had some.

I'll check in his room.

So, um, El... El Cuco, right?

More like some hybrid entity.

Like I said, it's been known
by a number of names.

But I guess
"El Cuco" is close enough.

Hm. Yeah, I guess it...

It beats calling it The Thing,
or The Creature, right?

I've known a few people
like you.

I've known plenty
of people like you.

You've got your own reality.

No justifications, no excuses.

If people can't make it out
to where you are...

You just have
to send them a postcard, right?

Don't you think I know
what I sounded like today?

Do you think I enjoy
being humiliated

and laughed at like that?

Have the widow of a murdered man
curse me to my face?

- Yeah, it must've been tough.
- But if I believe something to be true,

then I have to deliver
that truth no matter what.

That being said, I am sorry
that today turned out to be...

what it became.

And I am sorry
that I am such a disappointment

to you, in particular.

Just let me see
this one thing through.

Take a look.

Oh, my God.

It left its calling card.

Is that...
supposed to be the same residue

that they found in the barn?

My assumption is yes.

Right.
Assumptions aren't gonna fly.

We got to have it tested.

Have the other samples
been tested?

- They're still working on them.
- Still?

That's because they found
a number of unknown substances

and they've never considered
the fact

that what they're looking at
isn't human,

it isn't animal,
it isn't mineral, or vegetable,

it isn't even of this world,
and when they finally decide

to throw up their hands,
they'll dismiss it all

as contamination,
and be grateful

that they don't have to submit
their findings at a trial.

But if you had to guess...

It's shedding, like a snake.

Heya there, Jackie boy!

Um, uh...

You're dead.

Don't you know that?

Is that so?

Please go away.

You fucked up, Sonny Jim.

Just like you always do.

Why did he have to send you?

Who better?

Yeah, Daddy! Beat me a rhythm!

Eight to the bar!

Stop... Stop...

What does it mean?
Was he here, or...

I'm trying to work things
out as I go, just... same as you.

Your gut reaction.

I'd say both.

It could be a projection if...
If when he's in the process

of transforming,
if he's too weak to move,

if he's unable to risk
any physical encounters

because of the fragility
of his state,

which is probably why
he needs a safe place

to go, uh,
to complete the metamorphosis,

which is why
he probably needs a slave

like Tracey Powell to do the
things he's unable to do himself.

If he can't risk
any physical exposure,

but he has the ability
to project himself, then...

You said there was
no indentation under the chair.

Mm-hmm.

If what you saw, Jeannie,
was an image,

and he wasn't actually
physically present, then...

How much does a radio wave
weigh?

How much does a hologram weigh?

Was it really you?

Yeah?

Uh, no, that's all right.

Yeah, I'll be...
I'll be right over.

I'm sorry...

about everything
that Holly said tonight. I'm...

I should have found out
what she was gonna share

before I thought to include you.

But this is just a bump
in the road.

In no way are we giving up.

You know...

In a marriage,
you can be so close to someone

that you start to feel like
you're the same person.

Yeah.

But we all keep things
from each other.

I did from Terry.

I bet you and Jeannie do.

Of course we do.

I was married to Terry
for 14 years.

And he's a special guy.

He's a good husband,
a good father, smart.

He was funny.

And he never tripped up,
not even once.

Tripped up?

We shouldn't have
to work this hard

to prove his innocence.

What if... What if he...

killed...

that boy?

No. No.

No.

Okay, so look at me and tell me

you're 100 percent sure
that he didn't do it.

Glory the...
The evidence contradicts itself,

so there's no relying on it,
but in my gut...

In my gut, no,
he didn't kill Frankie Peterson.

Well then who the fuck did,
Ralph? El Cuckoo?

Glory, let me tell you something

that I've learned to be true.

Whenever I find myself unable
to uncover

a reasonable explanation
for a so-called

inexplicable criminal act,
it only means...

I haven't uncovered it yet.

But then I do.

Because there's always one
out there.

Always.

Security to main bar.

- Son of a bitch.
- This has nothing to do with you, man.

- No, fuck you, man.
- What, you want a piece of me?

Come on, guys, break it up.

Hey, come on, man, hey,
break it up.

Hell, hey, come on.

Hey, are you crazy?
You're still on parole.

Hey, hey, hey, walk away. Now.

Walk away, huh?

Yeah, bro, get you some air.

All right.

Fucker.

Tea bags?
Above the coffee maker.

So are my services terminated?

Not my decision.

You know it's one thing
to respect the unexplainable...

but it's another to pretend that
you know the specific thing,

give it a name and a resume.

Isn't that what we've been doing
with God?

With all the gods
throughout human history?

And wasn't it Napoleon
who said that all religious wars

are basically just people
killing each other

over who has the better
imaginary friend?

He's trying to stop us.
He tried to stop me

from getting here.
He's terrifying the people

around you, your wife,
that little girl,

that detective, uh,
who couldn't make it today...

- Tamika Collins...
- You should ask her

- what kept her away.
- There's no mystery there.

She has a newborn at home.

Uh-huh.

The way I look at it...

He wouldn't be trying to stop us

if what we were doing
wasn't threatening to him,

and he wouldn't be threatened
if he wasn't... vulnerable.

I would think that
you would be the one

he would want
to go after the most.

Right. Sorry.

No unexpected visits?

No dreams?

What did he say to you?

It wasn't him.

What did he say to you?

He said I...
I need to let him go,

- but it wasn't him.
- Did you tell your wife?

No.

Okay...

- Goodnight, Ralph.
- Yeah, night.

It wasn't him.

Okay...

Okay.

- Holly Gibney.
- It's Jack... Hoskins.

Mm-hm.

I just want to say
that I hated the way

you were treated yesterday.

But what if you could get
your hands

on something truly tangible?

Tangible, like what?

Well, I went out to the barn
where they found

what they assumed
were Maitland's clothes.

Forensics team had come
and gone,

taken everything they thought
there was to take.

But they were wrong.

At first, I didn't understand
what I was looking at...

But now I do.

You need to come see it
for yourself.

Hey... Do yourself a favor.

Don't talk to the Andersons
about this until you get back.

They're only gonna give you
static.

I was coming your way.
How'd you know where I live?

First thing that came up
when I searched.

Please don't be offended,
I don't want to trust

anyone's driving today.

Why not?

I was on a bus yesterday.
It almost crashed.

That'll do it.

You should've seen
the other guy.

How far away is the barn?

Could be an hour, could be more
depending on traffic.

- Can I do something for you?
- What's that?

You would look much better
without the makeup.

Hmm.

Oh, sorry.

Forgot something back
at Ralph's.

What?

Uh, I printed out some stuff
on El Cuco

- that I know you're gonna want...
- No... It'll keep.

It's best we just get
to where we're going.

Hey, Holly. It's Ralph.
Can you call me back, please?

Why me? Why did it pick me?

This thing...
It's drawn to pain.

Pain is... its wine.

Jack's taken our investigator,
Holly Gibney.

I believe there's
something else out there.

And it's worse than
I ever imagined.