All language subtitles for Prodigal Son s01e18_English

♪

My father had a method.

Even when
he disposed of his victims,

he-he never destroyed his work.

His ego wouldn't let him.

He never tried to dissolve
or burn the bodies.

[sighs]

Whatever he did to you,
he would have preserved it.

He liked knowing
you were out there.

How many times
have we been over this?

Find me.

[screams]

I know, I know.

Your location
has to be somewhere here,

but I-I...

I'm missing it.

We've checked the cabin,
the woods,

his disposal sites,

the tunnels
underneath the town house.

Find me.

I'm dead, Malcolm.

My sister over there?

She doesn't know where I am.

Neither do you.

Only one man does.

Stop running from him.

You know what you have to do.

What? What is it?

You found something?

No.

But I know what we have to do.

How would you like
to meet my father?

♪

["Ain't That a Kick in the
Head?" by Dean Martin playing]

Malcolm, my dearest plus-one,

this is your mother.

I was just calling
to let you know

that since I am here alone,

I will be donating
all of your inheritance

to the Nicholas Endicott
Endowment for the Arts,

because I know
how much you love ballet.

Jessica Whitly?

-[chuckles]
-[gasps] I can't believe
you're here.

You're so brave.
[chuckles]

I love it.

JESSICA [chuckles]:
Thank you, Cricket.

I was so sorry
to hear about Connor

and that admissions scandal.

-All that for Tufts.
-Oh!

[chuckles]:
Oh, yes, well,

at least nobody died.

NICHOLAS:
Jessica,

-there you are.
-Oh.

Uh, Cricket,
will you give us a minute?

We're in the middle
of something.

[chuckles]

Oh, you don't have to save
little old me.

Especially in the midst
of your hosting duties.

You are hardly
a damsel in distress.

Never have been.

Thank you, Nicholas.

When everyone else
left me out in the cold,

you always opened your door
to me.

Well, I don't believe in
guilt by association.

So, it's been too long.

[chuckling]: Oh,
let's not do the math on that.

No, I mean we should catch up.

Really talk. Lunch?

That would be lovely.

-They're ready for you.
-Thank you. My apologies.

No one told me there'd be
public speaking,

and now I can't get out of it.

-MAN: Mr. Endicott, a picture?
-[chuckles]: Oh!

♪ Ain't love a kick♪

-Come find me later.
-Mmm.

♪ Tell me quick,
ain't love a kick♪

♪ In the head?♪

-[microphone feedback]
-Good evening.

Thank you all for coming.

Now, I know you didn't come here
just for the canapés.

-[laughter]
-You came to find out

where your money's going.

So it is my honor to introduce

Manhattan City Ballet Company's
prima, Fiona Vara,

and our newest star,
Javier Suarez,

-making his American debut.
-[applause]

They'll be dancing a pas de deux

from their upcoming production
of Scheherazade.

[classical music playing]

♪

[gasps]

[Javier grunts]

[gasping and screaming]

[glass shatters]

You know your mom
called this in, right?

Hmm, you think she's hanging out
with the wrong crowd?

-If you need to go find her...
-No.

I was supposed to be
her plus-one.

If she sees me here,
I could be the next victim.

Hey. You can't touch the stage.

There's a body on it.

Floor's property of the theater.

And now it's evidence.

Come on. You heard her.

Edrisa.
Have we learned anything?

Uh, facial discoloration,
pupil dilation

and heavy blood viscosity
are all classic traits

of a death by poisoning.

-Ah.
-DANI: We have
any idea how it got

-into his system?
-EDRISA: Not yet.

But based on the severity
of his reaction,

he should've felt the effects
before he took the stage.

But witnesses said
that he danced

up until his very last breath.

Well, elite dancers
master cognitive methods

to tolerate discomfort.

Even acute pain.

DANI:
Well, no one else is sick,

so it's not the shrimp cocktail.

It's a targeted killing.

JT:
And a high-profile one, too.

This guy defected from Cuba
eight weeks ago.

It could've been a hit job.

Assassination by poison?

[exhales]
That sounds like a spy novel.

Welcome to 2020.

Can't rule anything out.

NICHOLAS:
I'm so sorry
you had to see that.

It was terrible.

[Jessica speaks quietly]

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, Gil, you're here.

I didn't know who else to call.

Have you met Nicholas Endicott?

Not yet.

Lieutenant Gil Arroyo.

I have a few questions for you,
if you don't mind.

Whatever you need.

I was just trying to raise
some money for the arts,

and then... this.

-It's-it's devastating.
-Oh.

-Did you know Javier?
-[sighs]

I guess I could be considered
one of his patrons.

I helped him settle here.

So, as his patron,

it wasn't just professional?

You had a personal connection
with him?

I had a personal connection

with just about
everyone here tonight.

-What are you getting at?
-Nothing.

-He's just doing his job.
-Hmm.

Isn't that right, Gil?

Yep.

Just doing my job.

JESSICA:
Where is Malcolm Bright?

Oh, my gosh, Bright.
It's your mom!

Ah, Mrs. Whitly.

-It's such a... Okay.
-JESSICA: Malcolm.

I should've known
it would take a murder

for you to show up
for your mother.

Uh, excuse us, please, Edrisa.

Sure. No, yeah.
We can all hang later.

Mother, I'm sorry I couldn't
make it here for this.

Wait, are you apologizing
for standing me up

or because you missed
your chance to witness a murder?

Oh, forget it.

I'm guessing you were with her?

Eve?

Yes. I'm trying to help her.

It's the least
our family can do.

I know.

I just...

I don't want you
to do anything too extreme.

What would you consider extreme?

[chuckles softly]

Okay, fine.

Just tell me
that whatever you're planning,

it doesn't involve your father.

Can you do that?

No, I can't.

MR. DAVID:
You've signed
a hold harmless agreement,

which indemnifies Claremont
from any physical harm

and/or mental distress.

[lock buzzes]

I need your confirmation

that you are not
in the possession

of any cell phones,
recording devices or weapons.

Y-Yes. Nothing like that.

Dr. Whitly will be
in his restraints,

but he is considered
to be aggressive, unpredictable

and highly dangerous.
You understand?

You're gonna be fine.

But just remember,

whatever you do,
do not step across the red line.

[lock buzzes]

Dr. Whitly.

I'd like you to meet someone.

Eve Blanchard.

My boy.

Finally, I get to meet
the special lady in your life.

[sighs]

You're prettier than I imagined.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[chuckles]:
Well, don't be shy.

I know meeting the parents
can be a bit intimidating,

but trust me,

I'm a pussy cat
compared to his mother.

BRIGHT:
Eve?

[Martin grunts, panting]

Well, that's one way
to make a first impression.

She seems great.

The girl in the box
that Malcolm found.

Her name was Sophie Sanders.

Huh? How do you know that?

She was my sister.

Where is she?

I'm afr...

I'm afraid I don't know.

You were wrong.
This was a waste of time.

Your son thought that you
would tell me the truth.

But I knew better.

You're not
some self-styled genius.

It's all fake. Pretend.

You're not a surgeon.

You're not a father.

-You're not even a man.
-Eve.

You are a void.

A hole that consumes anyone
unfortunate enough to meet you.

Like your son. Like my sister.

I've told you all I can.

[lock buzzes]

Malcolm, wait.

You don't understand.

You need to leave this alone.

I'm done.

When you're ready
to tell the truth, I'll be back.

No, you're not listening to me.
Malcolm!

How'd I do?

You were... brilliant.

For the first time
in a long time, he looked...

rattled.

That's a good thing, right?

Malignant narcissists
like my father thrive on supply.

-Supply?
-They need to feel relevant,

needed, hated, loved,
it doesn't matter.

They need to be... fed.

We just cut him off.

When he gets desperate enough,
he'll give us what we want.

I hope you're right.

I don't know
if I can do that again.

[sighs]

EDRISA:
Did you know that

when he arrived in the city,
The New York Times

called Javier Suarez "The Most
Beautiful Man in New York"?

I disagreed.

What's this?
Did someone punch him?

EDRISA:
Possibly, but dancers

do sustain a lot
of unusual injuries.

I once autopsied
an exotic dancer who

caught a stiletto in her neck,
and it crushed her trachea.

Tell me
about these injection marks.

Ah. Good eye.

So, Javier suffered
from tendinopathy,

also known as "jumper's knee."

The tox screen showed cortisone
in his system,

as well as our cause of death:

oleandrin.

Oleander flower.

One of the most accessible
homicidal poisons in the world.

Which means
it'll be untraceable.

If someone had access
to Javier's cortisone,

they could've laced his shot.

Poisoners are a particular type
of killer.

They don't derive any pleasure
from their murders.

They don't need
to feel the blood on their hands

or watch the victim's life
drain from their eyes.

They keep their distance
and kill for utility.

Like an assassination.

If it was the Cubans,
they'd probably use

a far more efficient poison.

I know I would.

Okay.
Then who are we looking for?

We're likely looking for someone
who killed for financial reward,

or to maintain
a comfortable lifestyle.

A classic comfort-gain killer.

The killer will have a history
of theft, larceny or fraud.

They can also wait years
before killing again.

We have to find them
before the trail goes cold.

Who stood to gain
from Javier's death?

I looked into the dance company.

Javier replaced Joseph Krieg,

who was something called
a "danseur noble."

Noble.
That's the lead male dancer.

My mother took me
to the ballet a lot as a kid.

JT:
So, Joseph Krieg

loses his spot to Javier,

then poisons him
to get back on stage.

I assume
there aren't a whole bunch

of danseur noble running around.

All right.

Let's go get some culture.

[piano plays gentle melody]

[phone vibrating]

Okay, everybody, back to one.

[indistinct chatter]

Bright, you and Powell,
go find Mr. Krieg.

JT and I will talk
to the company,

see if anyone else wanted
Javier out.

[piano music continues]

BRIGHT [recorded]:
This is Bright.
Leave a message.

[beeps]

Son, it's... Dad.

Hey, look,

I know our last visit, uh...

could have gone better, but, um,

please call.

I read about the murder
of that ballet dancer.

Love to share
some theories with you.

[sighs]
Please.

It's important.

[breathing heavily]

BRIGHT:
Joseph Krieg?

We just have a few questions.

[panting]

BRIGHT:
What was it?

Rotator cuff or labrum?

What it is, is the final "screw
you" from my former partner.

DANI:
Fiona Vara?

Lost her balance during a lift,

wrapped her leg
around my arm, and pop.

Next thing I know,

some fresh-off-the-boat
commie has my job.

You get those bruises
from hitting Javier?

We heard you two had words.

We might have gotten into it.

Doesn't make me a killer.

Doesn't make you innocent,
either.

Everyone loved Javier...
maybe a little too much.

[laughing]

You two were
romantically involved?

[laughs]
Romantically?

There's nothing romantic
about it.

Dancers live by a code.

Pirouettes,
cigarettes, easy sex.

BOTH:
No regrets.

[both laugh]

BRIGHT:
I guess that's why

you're not mourning his death.

If I wanted to kill the guy,

I'd wait till my two months
of rehab was up.

If you find whoever killed him,
tell them their timing sucks.

But if you want suspects,

Javier slept with half the women
in this company.

And believe me,
those divas are unstable.

Uh... code aside,

you both need to account

for your whereabouts
on the day Javier was killed.

Or you could just look
at my Insta.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God!
-GIL: Hey.

-Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
-Hey, hey, hey. Hey, whoa.

-What's wrong? What's wrong?
-My eyes!

-What's going on?
-Hey, hey.
-They're on fire!

-SUZIE: No! Oh, my God! No!
-Stay here.

[Suzie screaming]

What happened?

-It's her eyes.
-[screaming continues]

Capsaicin.

-As in pepper spray?
-Yeah.

Uh, Dani, get some milk.

JT, see if you can find
some dish soap.

-[screaming continues]
-Shh. Suzie, listen.

I need to get
your contacts out now.

If I don't,
you may lose your sight forever.

-Do you have an airbrush?
-Yes.

Uh, Gil, hold her eyes open.

-[Suzie shuddering]
-I'm right here. I'm right here.

Okay. One, two, three.

[gasps, whimpers]

-[crying]
-Okay.

Okay, here.

Put this on your eyes.

DANI:
First poisoning, now blinding.

What is happening?

We're locking this theater down.

With any luck,
the killer's here.

Tights lined with straight pins.

Toe shoes stuffed
with shards of glass.

Laxative-spiked oat milk.

I've raided drug dealers' houses

and turned up
less incriminating evidence!

Does anyone have anything
to say?

They're all yours.

Everyone!

Your attention.

My name is Malcolm Bright.

I'm a profiler.

I spend all of my time
studying killers.

Now, most killers can't hide
who they are.

If I push the right button...

I can tell.

But not you.

You're all trained

to hide your pain,

your fear, everything.

Lucky for me,

one of you recently handled

concentrated capsaicin,

a highly toxic substance

that contaminates anyone
who touches it.

And the pain...

should be kicking in

about now.

At first,
it's just a tingling sensation.

Then it turns to a burn.

And soon, your entire body feels

like it's crawling
with fire ants,

and it just gets worse
from there.

Gina?

It wasn't my idea.

Killing Javier?

No, not Javier.
I meant what happened to Suzie.

I didn't mean to.
I-I meant to just...

You did this for someone else.

Who?

-Did they ask you
to hurt Javier?
-No.

-I never would have done that.
-But you know who could?

Same person
that asked you to do this.

Where are they?

-Whoare they?
-She won't tell you.

She can't.

Her career will be over.

Well, who has that power?

The director?

-Someone on the board?
-[scoffs]

That's who you think has power?

Of course. The prima.

Fiona.

[footsteps approaching]

Madam, I'm sorry to interrupt.

It's him... again.

He's left multiple messages,
and I don't...

[inhales sharply]
Fine.

I should have expected this.

[footsteps retreating]

[sniffles, sighs]

Oh, Mr. David,
I do hope it was quick.

A stroke maybe?

Or a heart attack wouldn't be
the worst thing, either.

Sorry to disappoint, my dear,
but I'm still quite alive.

Oh. Pity.

Well, I'm hanging up.

Wait! Listen to me.
You must... listen to me.

This is about our son.

[scoffs] Martin, stop being
a helicopter parent.

He can solve his murders
on his own.

No, this is
about that girlfriend of his.

She's a bad influence.

She struck me, Jessica.

She struck...me!

Did she?

Oh.

I like her even better now.

Are you... are you even
paying attention to me?

Truth be told,

I am distracted
by myphoto on "Page Six." Oh.

I really thought
those earrings were too much,

but they just
set that dress off perfectly.

"Page Six"?
What are you talking about?

Well, I'll be hanging up now,
but please do tell Mr. David

that I do not wish
to be contacted again

until it is time
to pick up your remains.

Ta-ta!

[line clicks]

♪

[heart beating loudly]

[high-pitched ringing]

[door creaking]

[screaming]

["Operator" by Jim Croce plays]

[screaming continues]

♪ Operator♪

♪ Well, could you help me
place this call?♪

[Martin laughing]

[Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade
playing]

GIL:
Fiona.

[scoffs]

A word?

Suzie's lucky.

Doctors say
she'll make a full recovery.

That is good news.

Suzie has quite a future
at the company.

Then why did you have Gina

try to blind her?

Gina's an idiot.

I wanted Suzie to stop sleeping
around with the new boys.

Gina was supposed to scare her,

not blind her.

GIL:
So you admit it.

Perhaps we should do this

with your lawyer present.

Is... Suzie going
to press charges?

[chuckles softly]

Thought so.

Rules of the jungle, right?

No one steps to the lioness.

And nothing happens at the
company without my knowledge.

Like killing Javier?

I would never hurt Javier.

After years
of being manhandled by Joseph,

I finally had
a world-class partner.

[chuckles softly] And I would
have done anything to keep him.

Keep him?

He just got here.

Javier wanted out
of his contract.

He upset
some very powerful people.

They made his escape from Cuba
possible.

Any idea who arranged all that?

His name is
all over this building.

Nicholas Endicott.

Jessica's friend?

The one and only.

If you could please wait here
for Mr. Endicott.

Take away the aspirated blood
and the body bag,

and this place is
really something.

Too much house for me.

It's like, "We get it."

Detective Arroyo.

You should have called first.

Uh, Malcolm Bright, consultant.

We're here with some additional
questions about Javier Suarez.

I'm not sure
there's anything more to say.

You could have mentioned
that you arranged

and bankrolled his defection.

I told you I was his patron.

Don't start being modest now.

You helped him escape.

Look,

I'm happy to make a statement

at a more convenient time
and with my lawyer present.

But right now, I've got company.

-So if you don't mind,
I'd like...
-JESSICA: Cole!

Did you say
that you wanted that martini dry

or dirty?

[gasps]
Malcolm.

Mother.
[exhales]

Oh, I see.

M-Malcolm, your son
who works with the police.

Yes. Um, didn't I tell you that
he was working on this case?

-[giggles]
-No.

Jess, what are you doing here?

Jess and I had lunch.

Which... [chuckles]
went late.

[chuckles]

Um, so...

-who died this time?
-Well,

apparently, I'm a suspect

because I helped Javier
escape Cuba.

And you went to all that trouble
just to kill him?

Apparently.

That's not what we're saying.

Javier was a world-class dancer.

He was trapped
in an authoritarian regime.

After he'd been
through so much trauma,

all he wanted was freedom.

What was Javier's trauma?

Javier was recruited
when he was nine

by Ballet Cultural de Cuba.

That's young.

Then, around '09,

their artistic director,
IÍvan Castillo,

was accused of embezzling funds
by his own dancers.

Before he was arrested,

he'd murdered six of them.

The Ballet was ruined,

and Javier's promising career

was over before it began.

Until you helped him escape.

I don't believe
our pasts should define us.

[clears throat]

Do you know how the six dancers
were killed?

DANI:
Poison. That's how Castillo
killed his dancers back in Cuba.

JT:
Via my contacts
in Hudson County,

aka Havana on the Hudson.

Wait.

JT.

Juan Tarmel.

No, but thanks for playing.

A few local journalists

filled us in on what happened
at the Ballet Cultural.

It was a big deal at the time.

What's on your mind, boss?

Poison.

So, we think Castillo's our guy?

Yeah, but the Cuban Dirección
de Inteligencia said

he died trying
to escape the country.

What happened to Javier
afterward?

After those six dancers died,

he became the principal
overnight.

Other ballet companies
were suspicious.

Maybe Javier's death was revenge
for what happened back in Cuba.

Javier wanted out of New York.

Something spooked him.

Or someone.

Good thing we know who to ask.

Nothing happens
without her knowing.

The lioness.

[clicking]

["Operator" playing]

[grunts]

Well, this hasn't gone
how I planned it.

[exhales]
Not your fault.

It's mine.

[chuckling]

You-you wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

♪ See, the number...♪

Kids.

♪ Is old and faded...♪

Oh, I have to apologize

for not showing you
the care you deserve.

♪ Old ex-friend Ray♪

Now...

♪ A guy she said she knew...♪

Any last words?

-[grunts]
-[coughing]

Quickly, please.

♪ Isn't that the way
they say it goes?♪

Perhaps a new approach
is in order.

♪ And give me the number
if you can find it♪

♪ So I can call just to tell 'em
I'm fine♪

♪ And to show♪

[phone ringing]

♪ I've overcome the blow♪

♪ I've learned to take it well♪

♪ I only wish my words
could just convince myself♪

♪ That it just wasn't real♪

♪ But that's not the way
it feels.♪

[Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade
playing]

See?

You don't step to the lioness.

DIRECTOR:
Okay, let's take a break.

Back in ten.

[music stops]

How's the new danseur noble?

Amateur hour.

Javier would be horrified.

We heard about what happened
at his company in Cuba.

Seems he had
a checkered past of sorts.

Rumors.

They can hurt a dancer more
than a broken bone.

And yet you were willing
to take a chance on Javier

when nobody else would.

People think being in charge
is some sort of prize.

A gift.

It's a burden.

For years, Javier worked himself
to the bone

and made that company
his burden.

That's not something
a backstabbing killer would do.

He had too much heart.

You had feelings for him?

I did.

So when he said
he was leaving...

[chuckles softly]
It was a surprise.

He was always so focused
on the future before.

"Before."

So there was a change.

Yeah.

His, uh, performance was off.

-But I thought...
-Not his technique.

He was freaking transcendent.

I mean his...

performance.

He couldn't get on pointe,
if you get my meaning.

When exactly did things start
to change between you two,

sexually speaking?

About two weeks ago.

When we moved to the theater
to start tech.

I thought it was stage fright.

So if I've shared
enough embarrassing details

about my sex life,

can I go?

Hey, Fiona.

Be good.

It's hard to be good

when you're so much better
than everyone else.

[exhales]

Javier was the highest profile
defector since Rudolf Nureyev.

How do you know so much
about ballet?

He was the toast of New York.

Then something scared him enough

that he wanted
to leave the city.

Maybe he was homesick.

Sounds like he made the company
back in Cuba his whole life.

You're right.

Javier did have family,

the Ballet Cultural.

He grew up there.

Then this horrific thing
happens.

Castillo poisoned six
of his own.

Imagine being a kid and having
someone you knew and respected

murder people you cared about.

That kind of trauma
stays with you.

What if that trauma
was triggered

by someone in New York?

Who?

IÍvan Castillo?

The Cuban government said...

As little as possible.

-You think Castillo is alive?
-What if he is?

And he runs into Javier Suarez,
all grown up.

And now Castillo has to face
his worst fear,

discovery.

That's a hell of a motive
for a comfort killer.

But if Castillo is alive
and here in New York,

Javier could've seen him
anywhere.

Only Javier spent
every waking moment

making this company
his new home.

It's what he did his whole life.

Same with IÍvan Castillo.

If he fled,

he would want to be close
to his passion,

the stage.

Fiona said Javier changed
when they moved to the theater.

Because Castillo is here.

♪

Dani?

DANI:
Yeah, boss. What's up?

GIL:
We think Castillo is here.

DANI:
As inhere, here?

GIL:
Yes.

Castillo,
the dead guy from Cuba.

-GIL: Maybe not so dead.
-Makes sense.

Why would the Cuban D.I.
want to admit he's alive?

It means he escaped justice.

We need to get everybody out
who's not a Cuban male over 50

and do it
without causing a scene.

You first. Let's go.

JT:
Yo. Let's go. You, too.

We're moving people out.

-Bright?
-Gil, are those floor mics on?

[rope reeling]

[grunts]

Let's go, go, go. Move.

-Orderly fashion, please.
-DANI: Come on, everybody.

-Move, move, move. Let's go.
-Yep. Right through here.

DANI:
It's an emergency. Let's go.

JT:
Let's go.

Hey. Hey!

Gotcha.

Not IÍvan. Keep it moving.

[rope reeling]

[thud]

IÍvan Castillo, NYPD!
You're under arrest!

Stop! Police!

Gina. Where's the prima?

I don't know. I think she left?

Where did she go?

-[screams]
-[grunts] Stay back!

I will kill her

like Javier.

You've already proven
what you'll do.

But it's over.

If you run,

it won't just be the NYPD
chasing you.

We spoke to Cuban D.I.
this morning.

What do you think they'll do
with you?

They're not exactly big
on fair trials.

BRIGHT:
If you walk outside,

you're all theirs.

You're lying.

Look into the street.

You're gonna see
a delivery truck

blocking traffic.

That's them.

[quietly]: Is there really
a delivery truck out there?

It's New York.

There's always a delivery truck.

Détourné!

[grunts]

Clear.

It's fine.

-He's down.
-You good?

The bus is on its way.

Traffic was blocked
by a delivery truck.

See?

[Castillo grunting]

Am I imagining things,
or did you just speak...

ballet?

If you must know,

my mother
made me take ballet class.

For five years.

I showed great promise.

Well, bravo.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

You were right.
Cut off his supply...

He'll tell us
what we want to know.

-You okay?
-[lock buzzes]

I know. I know.

I won't go over the red line.

[lock buzzes]

Oh, thank God you're here.

Are you ready
to tell us the truth?

Yes. Yes, I've...
[clears throat]

I've been trying to, um,
order my thoughts,

memories so it makes sense.

EVE:
You've had long enough.

Say what you're gonna say
about Sophie.

I doubt you can do any more
damage than you've already done.

Oh, I have to warn you, Eve.

I can always do more damage.

Stop.

You can't hurt me.

What happened to Sophie?

All right. He's told you about
our, uh, boys' weekend away.

I-I'd hoped for some
bonding time, but...

Did you bring Sophie
to the cabin?

Yes.

But, as you know,

the weekend hadn't gone
as planned.

Uh, Watkins attacked me,

Malcolm... stabbed him,

-and I still had Sophie
to take care of.
-You mean murder.

I mean I had my hands full.

Eventually...
Malcolm fell asleep.

And... I managed

to carve out some time

for the two of us.

Keep going.

She was in the cellar, tied up.

Still, you know, I enjoy
a little chitchat.

Now, any last words?

Tell him he's not going to
get away with this.

I've heard a lot of last words.

Uh, people beg for their lives,
tell me about their families,

uh, confess their sins.

One even actually asked me to
take care of a Siamese cat.

But, uh, this is new.

Really? You think
I don't know who sent you?

I know why I'm here.

I don't think you do.

You were hired to kill me.

Mm-mm.

Then who the hell are you?

I'm...

Well, I'm... The Surgeon.

-The serial killer?
-I didn't come up with the name.

It's actually kind of
embarrassing.

I mean, it's not
the worst moniker.

If you're The Surgeon,
that means you're smart.

I could be of value
to you... alive.

Well, of course alive.

Now, back to the business
at hand.

Let me tell you
a story about money,

influence, power.

That sound interesting to you?

Give me one hour.
That's it.

So, let me see.

Uh... to save your life,
you're gonna cut a deal with me,

a serial killer?

I'm not exactly a good man.

You don't get it.

I know worse.

Okay.

[sighs]

One hour.

Tell me everything.

It was quite a story.

A story?
What does that even mean?

I just want to find her body.

Tell us what you did
with Sophie.

Oh. I thought it was obvious.

She... she convinced me
to let her go.

Oh, your sister was
very persuasive.

What are you going to do?

[cries out]

I'm saving your life.

You're lying.

If Sophie was alive,
I would know.

She's my sister.

She would've found me, and...

Well, I... I gave you
plenty of warning.

It's not my fault
she never reached out to you,

that you've been chasing someone
who doesn't want to be found.

It's cruel. I know.

But then, the truth often is.

Look, I just really hope

that this hasn't put a damper
on things between you two.

I know meeting the parents
is always complicated,

and trust me, I'm the nice one.

I can't. I just can't.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

Why?

If that's the truth,
why deny Sophie's existence?

Why the gaslighting,
the chloroform?

Trust me, Malcolm,
I'm being a good father here.

I'm protecting you
by stopping you.

Now, you go and do
the same thing for Eve.

If you love her, stopher.

Please, I have resources.
I can help.

I have resources, too.
I need to do this alone.

We can find her together.
You need my help.

I was so naive.

I actually thought
The Surgeon couldn't hurt me.

This is what he does.
He drives a wedge...

Is that what you really think?

Or do you believe him?

Is my sister still alive?

You've been studying him
your whole life.

You know when he's
telling the truth, don't you?

Was that the truth?

Yeah, I-I think so.

That's why I have to go.

This isn't your search anymore.

It's mine.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

["Operator" playing]

♪ Operator, well, could you
help me place this call?♪

♪ See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded...
♪

That is a fascinating story,
Sophie.

Oh, you are in quite a bit
of trouble, aren't you?

I have proof of everything.

Documents, files.

You know, your lifestyle
comes with certain risks.

Information like this
might come in handy one day.

[footsteps overhead]

My son's up.

I can't let him
see you like this.

Imagine what damage
that might do

to a young child's psyche.

No, no, no.
You have to believe me.

Nicholas Endicott is a monster.

Jessica.

Shall we?

MAN:
Greg, move your head.