All language subtitles for Prodigal Son - S01E04.eng

Malcolm! What the hell are you doing?

You know very well that
your father's things are off-limits.

I saw something.

I saw a woman.

Never speak of her again.

- Do you hear me?
- You're hurting me.

You have no idea
what your father is capable of.

And you triggered this memory

by purposely inhaling chloroform?

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Malcolm, chloroform
is both toxic and volatile.

Two extremely underrated qualities.

You are suffering, Malcolm.
Let me help you.

We can do this work.
We've done it before.

But you have to talk to me.

Tell me about my mother.

She's a complicated woman.

Complicated like she's hard
to figure out?

Or complicated like she has
23 murders on her conscience?

I told her about the girl in the box

before my father was arrested.

She shut me down.

She got angry at me,
like I'd done something wrong.

- But you didn't.
- Maybe I did.

What if... What if she didn't want me
to call the cops?

If my mother knew
what my father was doing,

she was complicit,
and they would've arrested her, too.

Remember, you're taking
all this from a dream.

You're starting to sound a bit obsessed.

'Cause I am!

My parents were the Whitlys,

the perfect couple
with the world on a string.

My mother's dream,
what wouldn't she do to protect that?

What did she do?

Maybe we should consider
adjusting your medications.

- My meds are fine.
- Malcolm,

you cannot walk out of here.

You are in crisis.

Finally, we agree.

Malcolm, please.

Thank God. Gil, what have you got?

The victim is Tatiana Moore, 23.

She was a model
and social media influencer.

And, no, I don't know what that is,
so don't ask me.

What is this?

Tatiana's assistant found her
this morning.

Forced entry at the side door.

We canvassed the complex.
Nobody heard a thing.

Building has motion sensors
but, you know, not video.

Celebs like TT don't want video.

- Videos like that end up on TMZ.
- TT?

Tatiana's Instagram handle.

You were a fan.

She was born in Harlem.

TT was a homegirl
before her career blew up.

I mean, this ain't right, man.

Doctor?

If you're lucky.

I mean, hello.

It doesn't seem like she was drowned.

There'd be signs of a struggle.

Agreed.
I'll look for water in her lungs

and see what else
is under the body paint.

The killer arranged the scene
with an eye for detail.

Design, even.

The killer didn't design this.

Axel X did.

- Who?
- A clothing designer.

This was Axel X's first outdoor campaign

and Tatiana's big break.

This campaign made her career.

They've been together ever since.

This is incredible.

Everything is arranged exactly the same.

The blue skin, the sequins...

This crime scene was an act of devotion.

They were so devoted to Tatiana,
they had to kill her?

The killer didn't want the real Tatiana.

He was after this.

Staged.

He had to kill her to make it possible.

Axel X is outside.

Claims he's her boyfriend.

All right, Dani, JT,

run down Tatiana's friends and family,

see if there was any friction there.

We'll wrangle the boyfriend.

That's Axel.

Look, Officer, I'm as close
to kin as Tatiana's got.

- I need to get in there.
- Sir, you need to calm down.

Come on, man. Let me see her!
Don't they know who I am, huh?

They're cops, Ax, not paparazzi.

Hey, Axel. Axel.

My name's Lieutenant Arroyo.

If you wanna help Tatiana,

answer a few questions for us. Okay?

Were you with her last night?

No, we, uh...

Axel had a gallery opening
and then a dinner in Red Hook.

TT never showed.

And who are you?

Hannah Ko. Axel's manager.

Joey runs security,
and Frankie's on media.

We gotta get ahead of this, Ax.
Here's your personal response.

Was Tatiana worried about anyone?
Family members, co-workers?

Tatiana loved her fans,

but some loved her back
a little bit too much.

Made a second career
out of filing restraining orders.

- She had a stalker?
- A few.

Yo, why can't I see her, huh?

You don't wanna see her like this.

No, I need to. I can't just stand here.

Trust me, Axel, you don't want to...

The killer used Tatiana's corpse
to recreate your first outdoor campaign.

The Blue Bath?

What are you afraid of, Axel?

I'm not.

It's just, uh, awful, man.

Awful?

That's not how you responded just now.

Your body triggered
an acute stress response.

You got scared.

- Why?
- Yo, who's this Tom Ford-wearing cop

acting like Axel's a suspect?

Mr. Bright is a special consultant.

And Axel is a suspect
because he's acting suspicious.

Hannah, call the lawyer.

That's it. No more questions. We're out.

Come on.

What the hell, Bright?

You hit Axel like a ton of bricks.

He knows more than he's saying.

When Axel heard how Tatiana died,
he wasn't sad or angry.

He was scared. Why?

We may never know because you
came in too hot, and he lawyered-up.

Look, if you can't keep your cool
on this case...

I can. I promise.

What's going on with you?

I need a favor.

A favor!

After all that?
Well, you got some timing.

I need access
to The Surgeon's case files,

the video interviews from
the night he was arrested.

All wanna see
is my mother's interview,

what she said, how she said it.

Your mom?

What kind of a rabbit hole
are you going down?

NYPD is never going to release
those tapes for personal reasons.

My hands are tied.

Come on. I'll take you home.

Damn that bird.

Mother.

Why am I not surprised?

Why did you go back?

You knew what seeing your father
again would do to you.

Part of you had to know.
You're not sleeping.

I have work to do.

Your father has agreed to remove you
from his visitor list.

What?

What did you do?

Anything to keep my son safe

and sane-îsh.

You went to see him.

He looked annoyingly good.

Heaven forbid prison should be
an uncomfortable experience for him.

What the hell are you doing?

Get him out of here.

You swore you'd never visit him.

You kept that promise for 20 years.

Until now.

Why?

Why are you so hell-bent
on keeping me from him?

Look in the mirror.

You are falling apart with each visit.

I need those visits.

- For my work.
- He needs them more.

You're right.

He wouldn't give them up
without a price.

What was it?

Why are you interrogating me?

Because there's something
you don't want me to know.

You kept your visits from me, Malcolm.

- At least I told you the truth.
- Did you know about the murders?

Is that what you're hiding?

Why you don't want me to see him?

Because you knew?

I have endured vicious whispers,

baseless accusations,
cozy winks from Barbara Walters.

I expected it from strangers,

not my son.

It took everything I had to walk
into that cell...

Spare me. You knew what he was doing.

I told you about the girl in the box

before I called the police.

You were wearing a red dress.

You yelled at me.

Made me promise
not to speak of it again.

Your father's in your head.

So are you.

Isn't it funny to you?

Your father is a serial killer,

yet, after all these years,

I'm still the monster.

But I don't care. I don't need you
to love me, Malcolm.

I just need you alive.

What are you doing here?

I just need five minutes.

What is the point of a visitation list

if we're not gonna respect it?

Your mother is gonna kill me.

Why did you agree to help her?

Well, the first rule of co-parenting

is listening to your partner's needs.

Oh, dear.

Oh, you feel rejected.
I... I should have known.

You're a profound narcissist.

You have no idea how I'm feeling.

I think, Malcolm,
I may understand you a bit more

than you give me credit for.

I mean, you do keep coming back.

Did she know about your murders?

Come again?

Did my mother know
you were a serial killer

before your arrest?

Now, that's a big accusation.

And it presents a bit of a conundrum.
I mean, if I say yes,

you won't believe me.

If I say no,

you'll be relieved.

Still, a part of you
will remember that I've been accused

of being a pathological liar.

You tell me, which answer
do you want to hear?

The truth.

The truth.

Well, that takes time.

And it can't be shouted
through protective glass.

Look, you and your mother need
to sort out your issues first.

I don't want to get
in the middle of that.

No, thank you.

You okay?

Yeah. Great. Never better.

So that's a "never better"
shaky hand then?

Is that a thing?

Gil said no to a favor.

And then a small thermonuclear war
broke out between my mother and me.

And I capped it all off
with a visit to my father,

which was the icing
on the dysfunctional cake.

And I'm a horrible brother.

This is Bright. Leave a message.

Mom saw Dad? What the hell?

Is there some kind
of family reunion going on?

Is that why you can't pick up the phone?

You're out buying matching T-shirts
for all of us?

Malcolm, call me. Please.

Where are we with Axel?

His alibi checks out.

He was in Red Hook all night,
killing it on the 'Gram.

And what's your profile?

Sorry. I, uh...

Axel was right.
We're looking for a stalker,

someone driven by a dangerous mix
of infatuation and longing.

Psychologically, a stalker
is like an addict.

But instead of a drug,
they're addicted to their obsession,

usually a celebrity.
This is the delivery mechanism.

Is this a profile
or intervention for JT?

Our killer is an intimacy-seeking
stalker with erotomanic delusions.

He's obsessed with Tatiana
and believes she loved him, too.

These are her restraining orders?

We pulled all the ones she filed
in the last 12 months.

Thirty-two over seven countries.
It's a real stack of freaks.

But are any of them killers?
Let's work through the pile.

Or are we surfing the Internet?

Looks like a memorial is springing up
near Tatiana's place.

And, boss, nobody surfs
the Internet anymore.

Yo, man, you have your own phone.

It's a memorial to their obsession.

An intimacy-seeking stalker
would not be able to resist

the chance to see this.

- We have to go.
- Kid, what are you...

- Keep an eye on him, will you?
- I will. Dude still has my phone.

What exactly are we looking for?

Dismiss anyone whose grief
is mostly about appearances.

Likewise, anyone who came in a group.

We're looking for a loner,

someone who's doing their best
to not be noticed.

There's also a decent chance
this person may want

to document the experience
for themselves.

Oh, you weren't just a fan, were you?

You knew her.

No, man, don't turn
your creepy profile vision on me.

Not personally, but you met her.

Growing up. Back home, perhaps?

Kabul.

She was a USO entertainer.

They'd fly them in
between fighting seasons.

It was nice. Hear some jokes,
shake hands with a famous person.

I said three words to her.

"Thanks for coming."

Her smile kept me going for months, man.

We'll find the person that did this.

Could you not touch me
with your shaky bandage hand?

Cool.

Check out the loner.

Appropriately somber.

All kinds of weirdo.

Huh. Solid. Good spot.

Pretty sure I saw him
in Tatiana's freak stack.

Excuse me, buddy. You got a second?

Hey, yo! Stop, man!

NYPD! Yo, hey! Come on, man. Hey, stop!

Nice camera.

- Give it back.
- I told you to stop. You heard me.

It's a public memorial.
I have every right to be here.

You can't arrest me for that.

Yeah, you had to be here. Be part of it.

See Tatiana one last time.

- It's locked.
- That's mine.

Be careful with it.

Careful isn't really his thing.

Yeah, I have a shaky hand.
I got it from my dad.

You want me to take it from him,
keep it safe?

I can do that
if you come to the station.

All we wanna do is talk.

Okay, fine, I'll go.

Just get my camera from him, please?

Nice work, partner.

Let's not call each other that, okay?

Why am I here? I have rights.

And my camera was undamaged
when it came in here.

Tell us about Tatiana.

Why'd she have
all these restraining orders on you?

Those were all misunderstandings.
I was just doing my job.

I'm a photojournalist,
currently freelancing with...

Do you mind?

Oh, is it annoying?

Someone taking your photo
without your permission?

It's, uh... intrusive?

Offensive? A violation?

Yeah, you stalked Tatiana
for a living.

Called her in the middle
of the night. Sent obscene photos.

You proud of all that, Rog?

All I wanted was to take her picture.

Spend some time together.

You cared about her.

I loved her.

I'd never do something like this.
I couldn't.

Did she love you, too?

Stop it! Just leave me out of it.

You should talk to Axel.

What's your beef with Axel?

I can't...

The guy is shady.

If you have information about Axel
that you're not telling us...

What do you know, man?

You can't say.

You can't say because
you were stalking Tatiana

when you saw something.

If you admitted it, you'd be
in violation of your court order.

You said you loved her, Roger.

- You said it like you meant it.
- I did.

When you love someone,
you'll do anything for them,

even if it hurts you.

That's love.

Lawyer.

I want to see my lawyer.

Roger's not our guy.

He's reading more like
an incompetent stalker

than an intimacy-seeking one.

What's the difference?

He knows Tatiana didn't love him back.

There was no erotomanic delusion.

Makes sense.

I smell formalin.

Is that Edrisa's report? May I?

Knock yourself out.

Tatiana was killed by strangulation,

but there were no signs at the scene.

Her colored contact lenses masked
the petechial hemorrhaging

and the body paint masked the bruising.

Check out the direction
of those marks on her neck.

The perpetrator was facing Tatiana
when he strangled her.

But she had minimal defense wounds.

There's no way Roger could have
pulled this off without a fight.

But Axel could.

He was out all night with an alibi.

And he doesn't fit your profile.
He isn't a stalker.

But he is hiding something.

And so is Roger.

Well, it's not enough to hold him.

JT's not gonna like it
when I cut him loose.

You could tell him your hands are tied.

Go home, Bright. You need some sleep.

I need to see those Surgeon case files.

Bright, I was there on the night.
I can tell you.

Your mother didn't know.

- You gotta believe me.
- I do.

But I don't trust her.

You were wearing a red dress.

What the hell are you doing?

Martin.

Martin!

It has to stop. This will destroy us!

Sweetheart, you don't understand.

I don't want to understand!

I have heard enough. I have seen enough.

It is time for you to understand
that this has to stop!

Before you ruin us.

Don't you think I would stop all this

if I could?

Don't you think I want to be
the perfect man, the perfect husband?

You're a monster!

Jessica.

You may be right.

But nobody has to know that.

We can still keep our life, Jess,

our perfect family.

We don't have to throw it all away.

But I don't get to make that decision.

You do.

- Hello, Roger.
- What the hell?

Cops can't sneak up on people like that.

Funny story.
Technically, I'm a consultant,

at least until my boss fires me,

which, at this point, seems inevitable.

I need you to tell me everything
you know about Axel.

You know I can't do that.

The police won't press charges
as long as you tell the truth.

You stole my camera. You manipulated me.

Maybe I'm a freak to you,
but I cared about Tatiana.

Screw you.

You're right. I can see that now.
You would never hurt her,

but I have to show you something.

- A picture.
- What picture?

The killer was facing Tatiana
when he crushed her esophagus.

That forced her eyes open.

She had to look at him
while he strangled her to death.

Who did this, Roger?

Who killed her?

I know what you're trying to do.
It's not gonna work.

And you can rot in hell.

Gil, I tried the photo.
Roger still won't talk.

Roger! Roger!

Oh, my God!

Gil, I need an ambulance.

The corner of 52nd and 11th.

Roger's been hit by a car.

Coming through. Clear the hall.

Coming through. Corner.

All right,
what do we have here?

Hit-and-run.
Possible dislocated shoulder.

Couple of broken ribs.
The vitals are within range.

Is he gonna be okay?

Yeah. He got lucky.

- Mind if I go talk to him?
- Sure.

Roger. Roger, can you hear me?

- Look, will you just...
- Hey!

Stay with me, man.

What are you talking about?

They're prepping the OR right now.

They can't...
They can't stop the bleeding.

Not with the broken rib
piercing your stomach.

What does that mean?

You're gonna die, Roger.

No. No, I can't die.

I got a cat.

- There's only one thing you can do.
- What?

Do right by Tatiana.

You loved her,
and she did not deserve this.

No, she didn't.

So, tell me, who did this?

What do you know?
I need to know the truth.

Tatiana was leaving Axel
for another fashion line.

It wasn't public yet. But last week,

Axel flipped out on her. He hit her.

The SD card is in my inside
jacket pocket.

Please, take it. Please.

Hang in there, Rog.

Wait.

Can you watch my cat?

Sure thing.

Luisa!

Nope! Just your daughter
that you've been avoiding

like the plague, which,
judging by the looks of this place,

you might actually have.
What's going on?

We had a fight.

A truly epic fight.

You should have never gone to see him.

No, not your father, your brother and I.

We had a real knockdown drag-out.

This is about Malcolm.

Of course it is.

It was biblical. Shakespearean.

Someday, Lin Manuel Miranda
will rap about it.

You're spiraling.

Both of you. All because of Dad.

You know, I'm starting to think
I'm the only one in this family

who could actually handle visiting him.

- You don't mean that.
- Don't I?

I'm the only one without any baggage,
and he could actually help me.

Do you have any idea
what a Martin Whitly exclusive

would do for my career?

Give me my drink back.

Thanks to both of you,
he doesn't even know I exist.

He knows all about you.

Watches you every day.
His daughter, the ace reporter.

Martin Whitly is your biggest fan.

He is?

Can we please talk about something else?

I am sick of me.

Let's talk about you.

No, um...

I don't think I can.

Goodbye.

Hospital says Roger's
in stable condition,

no matter what Bright says.

19th precinct is investigating
the hit-and-run.

No plates on the vehicle.

Checking security and traffic cams
could take a while.

Tatiana and Axel got into it
a few days ago.

Roger got the play-by-play.

No way to treat a lady.

That could be
pretty damning for Axel.

What about this?

Aren't we still looking for a stalker
who knew how important

the Blue Bath campaign was to Tatiana?

And Axel. Made him, too.

You're right.

I am?

This killer isn't obsessed with Tatiana.

They're obsessed with Axel.

- We're looking for Axel's stalker?
- Yes.

Killing the ex who broke his heart.

Running down the photographer
who knew too much.

This Killer is trying to please Axel.

Makes sense.

Jackie and I used to have this cat
who'd leave dead mice

on our doorstep every morning
like she was leaving us gifts.

Yes, the perfect metaphor.

And one creepy-ass cat.

This killer wants credit.
Like Gil's cat,

these murders are gifts.

That's why the Blue Bath scared Axel.

He knows who the killer is.

How can you be so sure?

My loves.

You have no idea
what your father is capable of.

Family always knows.

It's someone from his entourage.

We got a problem.

Axel's having a launch party
for his new line tonight,

then hops on a plane to Europe.

Probably with his whole crew.

Then let's go to the party.

Hold on, Bright. We can't just go
in there and flash badges.

They don't have to answer our questions.
We have to have a warrant.

There's not enough time, boss.

I just need five minutes
with Axel alone.

Stalker psychology causes
compulsive behavior.

Hard to resist,
nearly impossible to hide.

I can do this.

Bright. We're cops.

And we do it the right way
or not at all.

Nobody goes near that event,
especially you.

Hey, baby. I miss you.

Hey, Ains. Sorry, I've been...

In an epic flame war with Mom.
Yeah, I know.

Yeah. Listen, I don't know
what she's told you, but...

Bro, for once, I don't want to get
in between you guys.

I wanna talk about Dad.

Does he really watch my reports?

Yeah, he's been tracking
all the murders in the city.

He wants us to team up.

So he's watching me for you.

No, I didn't say that.

The Surgeon's a perfectionist.

He wouldn't be watching you
unless you were

the best reporter in town.

Why are you asking me?

I think I'm gonna interview him.

That's a truly terrible idea.

It's really not.
They've been kicking back

all of my pitches at work,

and this would really
get me in the inner circle.

At what expense?

So you don't think I should do it?

Yo, who's this acting
like Axel's a suspect?

Ainsley, sorry, I gotta go.
I got an after-hours thing.

What?

Hey, Axel.

Uh, excuse me.

Hey, what are you doing here?

There's been another attack.

You have a stalker,
one who's willing to Kill.

- I've got a stalker?
- Yes.

And if you don't leave,
you might be the next victim.

All right. Come with me.

You know, man,
you're not exactly acting like a cop.

- What is this?
- The police knew

that Tatiana was leaving
the company and you.

You lied to them
about your relationship.

They have pictures of you two fighting.

Nasty stuff. Looks bad.

I couldn't hurt her. I loved her.

Axel, the person who murdered Tatiana

cannot separate their feelings
from yours.

He killed her to protect you.

To protect me? You don't know
what you're talking about, man.

- You know who it is.
- No, I don't!

They're in your inner circle.

You knew they were dangerous,

but you didn't realize
how far they'd go.

Then you saw the Blue Bath,
and you knew.

That scared you.

- My girlfriend was murdered.
- Who is it?

Hannah, Joey, Frankie?

You're talking about my family.

I understand that, more than you know.

But what happens next time?
What are you gonna do then?

Continue to protect them?

Lie for them?

They're family, right?

You can still be scared of family.

He knows my every move.

It's Joey.

We can't stay here. I can call for help.

Ax...

You okay?

Yeah, I'm cool.

I'm cool, too. Super cool.

Ax, why don't you go back
up to the party?

We're gonna take a walk.

You can't leave, Axel.

Leaving me here is the same
as doing it. You're complicit.

How are you gonna face your family?

How are you gonna live
with what you've done?

My loves.

Malcolm!

Axel's got nothing to worry about.

Because you take care of his problems.

- Like Tatiana?
- Yeah.

I took care of that.

Just like I'm gonna take care of you.

Now, move.

- What are you doing?
- All stalkers,

every subtype,

they all have one thing in common.

They can't stand to lose track
of their obsession.

I made a bet.

I told them I could lure you out
within five minutes. It took six.

- "Them"?
- Yeah, you know.

- Them.
- You're under arrest!

Put the gun down. Now!

We got Axel inside.

TT deserved so much better
than the two of you.

And I'm gonna make sure
you get what you deserve.

You're both going away for a long time.

That was impressive.

For a second there,
I thought you were really scared.

Trust beats fear.
I knew you were coming.

Whoa! Your hands are cold.
Why are your hands so cold?

Okay, tough guy.

Love what you've done
with the place.

Very cozy.

- Whiskey rocks?
- Thanks.

DA called.

They're pressing charges
against Joey and Axel.

You were right.

Axel helped orchestrate a cover-up
for his old friend.

But you didn't come here to tell me

something I could've read in the report.

Right again.

So why don't you tell me
why I'm here, Sherlock Freud.

Well... You know
I've been off my game.

You know I've been seeing my father.

And you know about my mother's
new role in my nightmares.

Damn, you are a good profiler.

Guess I can't fire you.

You want to?

Not usually. No.

Lately, though...

I need to know the truth, Gil.

If my mother...

If she knew...

I have to see that tape.

You sure you wanna see this?

You certain you didn't know
anything, Mrs. Whitly?

No, I did not.

How is that possible?

Your husband killed 23 people.

You've been married for years.

This is the guy
who was next to you in bed.

I said I didn't know.

How many times do I have to say it?

How many bodies do I have to look at?

Where's my lawyer?
He should be here by now.

I'll go check. Stay here.

You've been here a while.

Can I get you anything? Water? Some tea?

Got anything stronger?

Sadly, no.

You're the officer that arrested Martin.

You spoke with my son.

Did he say anything?

Not much.

But he's a good kid.

I'd be happy to talk with him again,
if you want.

What's in this file,
it's all too horrible to even...

And I knew.

I knew.

Mrs. Whitly...

You asked for a lawyer.
That's your right.

I am telling you that I knew.

These last few months,
I knew that something was wrong.

He was gone at odd hours.

He was making excuses.

Sometimes, he reeked
of discount perfume.

But I thought...

I thought it was another woman.

I thought he was having an affair.

I couldn't see...

I could never have imagined
that he was killing people.

Maybe it's the shame or the fear,

but I should have known.

I let him get away with this.

I enabled him.

God.

You know how many

people I could have saved

if could... If I had just...

Mrs. Whitly.

Do you know how many lives
you're responsible for?

Two.

And they're waiting at home for you
right now.

Do you think they're okay?

They will be.

With your help.

Good evening, Mother.

Malcolm, what are you doing here?

You mean, the last place
on Earth I'd look for you?

At a homeless shelter? Why are you here?

I'm just checking in on a renovation
I'm funding. Anonymously, of course.

Who would trust
the Dr. and Mrs. Whitly Women's Shelter?

You know, if you let your children
know how much

real charity work you do,

they wouldn't go around accusing you

of being complicit to murder
all the time.

You know, I was taught that,
when a mother truly shows her heart,

her children will
immediately rip it out.

Case in point.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

I was drunk, Malcolm.

Toward the end,
before they took your father,

it was a dark time.

If you asked for my help...

I had no idea how bad it really was.

But you made it better. I know that now.

How much you did for us.

How hard it must have been.

Thank you.

What I can't stand

is knowing that he is chained
to a wall and happy,

while we are out here, miserable.

We let him get between us.

Let's not do that again.

Malcolm, you really should
respect your mother's...

Ainsley?

Dr. Whitly.

It's been a long time.

It has.

But please,

call me Dad.