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Previously
on American Gothic...

BRADY:
The Silver Bells Killer.

Consistent M.O.:

strangulation with a belt.

Was found in the rubble.

It is the first SBK murder
weapon ever recovered.

We have to tell the truth.

Just close your eyes.

TESSA:
I can't bury our dad

until I have some answers.

MADELINE: If you're looking

for the bells, they're gone.

TESSA: When we were kids,
Garrett was the sweetest.

He was gonna marry
Molly and have kids.

Look, I'm sorry about Jack.

MADELINE:
He needs therapy.

You had a dark streak, too.

I think you should leave.
Why?

Because you're a grenade.

GARRETT:
Then maybe you should handle me

carefully.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

(metallic clanging)

GUNTHER:
Now, raccoons are destructive.

To get rid
of a destructive pest,

you have to lure them in.

Good morning.

GUNTHER:
Best way to do that...

with food.

Can I make you some breakfast?

GUNTHER:
Now, this took some

trial and error.

Eggs and bacon.

Pancakes?

Or I could just do French toast.

Not hungry.

GUNTHER: You got to find
just the right bait.

But I figured it out.

Cat food.

'Cause raccoons

love eating cat food.

So do cats!

Hey, Phyllis.

You can't do this.

You're endangering
neighborhood pets.

This is private property, ma'am.

We can set whatever
traps we want.

Then I'm not letting Caramel
anywhere near this place.

Then everybody wins.

Damn rich people.

Too much free time
on their hands.

TESSA:
You have to be kidding me.

There must be lots of
belts that look like this.

But look at the doghouse
in the background.

It's half-painted.

And the belt from the concrete

had a smear
of green paint on it.

It's the same green paint.

This is Cam we're talking about.

He draws a cartoon
frog for a living.

When he sees a homeless guy,

he gives him all the
money in his pockets,

and now you're telling me

he was a teenage serial killer?

No, Tess, all I'm saying
is that that is the belt

that was used
to strangle David Morales,

and that is Cam

wearing it.

(exhales):
Oh.

Maybe...

someone else had access to it.

Or Cam borrowed it.

Yeah.

Or lent it.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Look, I can shut
all this down,

but I'm gonna need
a sample of Cam's DNA.

And that way we can prove

that the blood
on the belt isn't his.

I'll talk to him.

MADELINE:
Let's get this over with.

Garrett won't be joining us.

Shocker.

First, your father left the
entirety of his assets to me,

but he would want you to
be taken care of always.

He loved you so much.

So whatever you need,

come to me.

Your father also

left me in charge
of Hawthorne Concrete,

and I've decided to sell.

What?

The company is Dad's legacy.

It's too much to handle alone.

In fact, we've been talking
about selling

because of your father's...
condition.

He trusted me

to do what's best...
But maybe

there's a way to keep...

...and he would expect

the entire family
to support my decision.

(sighs)

Are there any other questions?

I have a question for Cam.

Brady hasn't shown
this to anyone.

If Cam gives a DNA sample,

he won't have to.

I don't even remember that belt.

MADELINE:
I do.

It was expensive
and you barely had it a week

before you got paint on it,

so I put it into
the Goodwill pile

for Gunther to drop off.

Well, it could have wound up

in anyone's hands after that.

I mean,

including Gunther's.

Could that box of bells

in the shed have
belonged to him?

I just thought it was

your father's creepy,
old memorabilia,

but I guess it's possible.

Gunther?

He's such a nice guy.

God, Tess, everyone's such
a nice guy in your world...

What?

I'm a nice guy,

but the police want my DNA.

Dad's a nice guy
and we still wonder

about him.
God forbid

anybody doubt whether
Garrett's a nice guy,

even though he looks
like an axe murderer...

What is wrong with you?
Let's face it,

someone around here is
not that nice of a guy!

Stop it.

Okay?

Now, listen to me.

Cam wore a belt

that went to Goodwill.
That's it.

You don't owe anybody anything.
And you should

never give a DNA sample
without a warrant.

The cops can spin the results

to fit any narrative they want.

Brady wouldn't.

Plus, you'll be in the system

for all eternity.

They'll test your
blood for everything.

All right.

Tell Brady it's a no.

Okay.

What is Jack doing?

Is that Harper's doll?

What are you doing?

Gunther says you have

to put something in the cage

that the animal wants.

You're trying to
trap your cousin?

(gasps)

Therapy.
Yeah.

TOM:
The kid is disturbed.

Imagine if Harper
had crawled in there.

The whole family's a mess

in the wake of everything,

and I still can't believe my mom
is already selling the company.

What if there was a way to
still keep it in the family?

What do you mean?

What if I

bought it?

What do you think?

(chuckles)

We agreed

you'd devote yourself full-time
to supporting my run.

We're in this together.

Are we?

I need you.

I do.

I-I can't win this
election without you.

We're losing
ground to Conley.

He brought in
one of Obama's

social media consultants.

I need your help.

Not just with the girls,
with the campaign.

LINDA:
This is promising.

The belt found in the tunnel...

that particular style
was only sold

in five stores
starting in '95.

We get sales records.

We check those against
who was present

when the concrete
was poured... boom.

Yeah, yeah, "boom" is right.

I can't just sit
on this photo, Tess.

It's a matter of time
before somebody here realizes

that someone in your family had

that belt.

What do you expect me to do?

You got to get Cam
to reconsider giving his DNA.

I told you, it's a no.

It's the fastest way
to shut all this down.

Find another way.

Fine, you can provide
your own DNA.

If there's no familial match,

then we know that
Cam's in the clear.

No, Brady, no.

If my family is saying no,
so am I.

You don't need
permission

to get a sample
from your wife.

Dana, do me a favor,

don't eavesdrop
on my phone calls, okay?

I was passing through,
happened to overhear.

Different thing.

Just saying.

You live together.

It's legal for you to take
a DNA sample from your own home.

Now I know why you're divorced.

Twice.

He's unpredictable.

I-I mean,

sometimes he's a normal kid.

Other times
it's like he's...

missing an empathy chip.

He gave this

weird speech
at my father's funeral.

He tried to put
his cousin in a cage.

He... cut off a cat's tail.

Not to hurt it,

just to see if
the nerves would...

regenerate.

Um...

you know,
so we-we thought

it would be a good idea

for him to see
a professional.

What would really
help Jack is if

his parents lived together
under the same roof again.

(chuckles): Well...

well, we were always
fighting, I mean,

that wasn't
good for him.

My mom died
when I was ten,

so my dad sent me
to a counselor.

Pointless.

Soph, she helped me
when I was younger.

If you'd like,
I'd like to try

to help Jack.

Come on.

Let's give it a try.

Fine.

I just have

some forms for you to sign,

and I can fit

Jack in tomorrow at...

noon?

This a consent form
to record the sessions?

For liability purposes
because Jack is a minor.

Did my mom have to sign
one of these for me?

It's standard

procedure for underage clients.

So...

you recorded my sessions?

Yes.

SOPHIE:
What's wrong?

When I was a teenager I
was blitzed out of my mind.

I said some weird stuff in
therapy, like dark stuff.

Yeah, you're not
the only one.

No, it's...

Brady found a photo
of me from back then

wearing a belt like
the one they found

in the Silver Bells murder
that he's investigating.

If the police
do some digging

and find those tapes,

it wouldn't look good.

So, what now?

I have to destroy
those tapes.

TESSA:
Cam's innocent.

I know you know that.

It's just such a
weird situation,

but we shouldn't let it
get between us, right?

I mean, we're first.

Yes, we are.

Okay, I'm late
to meet Lesley

for a drink.

Love you big.

Love you big.

(sighs)

BRADY:
Dana, I need you

to test one of these
hairs against the blood

on the SBK belt, but I need
it done on the down-low.

How low we talking?

Results can come
to me and only me.

(sighs)

NAOMI:
Great to see you here, Tom.

TOM:
I have an idea on how
to win back the youth vote.

One of my old
hedge fund buddies,

he's launching
a mobile gaming app.

I can reach out,

see if we can get
some sponsored content.

70% of mobile
gamers are under 18.

We need voters...

of voting age.

I was thinking about
Stephen Gostkowski.

The kicker for
the Patriots?

His "Q" rating
with the 18-to-25

set is astronomical,

and he just met with
a political consultant.

He's considering
running for office.

And what better way
to dip his toes

in the political waters
than by endorsing you?

I'd swing up three
points, at least.

Yeah, we just need
a way to woo him.

Well, he's wearing
a charity bracelet

for the Boston Arts
Education Program.

How do you...?
Well, Tessa's
on the board.

Could you fast-track

a fund-raiser for the program?

How's Friday night?

Well, we'll need
some Patriots gear

around the house so
Stephen knows we're fans.

Great, yes, Tom, we could
use your help with that.

THERAPIST:
Tell me how you're feeling.

I know you're dealing
with a lot right now:

your parents living in
two different places,

your grandpa's death.

It's okay if you're
not comfortable

talking to me yet...

but I know someone

you might feel
right at home with.

Jack, meet Jake.

Jake's parents have
been fighting, and that

makes him want to do things
to get their attention.

I don't talk
to inanimate objects.

My cousin Harper
plays with dolls

and, honestly, it's super dumb.

Also, your puppet is
not anatomically correct.

Where are his teeth?

(exhales)

(beeping)

"7862."

What's that?

The code to the
delivery entrance

in the back of
the building.

How'd you do that?

TESSA:
I'm impressed.

A major fund-raiser.

Only you could pull this
off with such short notice.

It's good to
have a project.

The house seems...

so quiet.

(animal screeching)

Is that a raccoon?

Oh, God,

it's stuck.

(Tessa shouts)

Gunther?

He's been giving me
the creeps lately.

WAITRESS:
Here you go.

WOMAN:
Garrett.

Molly.

I-I heard

about your dad.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Thanks.

What?

You look e-exactly the same.
Excuse me.

So, are you back
in Boston for good?

Uh...

I'm not sure.

I don't know.

I Googled you
a couple years ago.

You might be
the only person I know

with zero
social media footprint.

I don't... I don't know
what that means.

(chuckles)

Pardon me.
Right.

Well, it's really good
to see you.

I should, uh...

No.

I have some questions.

You at least owe me that.

What are you doing in there?

I was looking for this.

What the hell was that
with the raccoon?

He couldn't be saved.

No reason to prolong
his death, right?

Nobody should have to die
in a cage, anyway.

Gunther?

This is your last day.

GARRETT:
How you been?

MOLLY:
Not bad.

You?

Mm, good.

You married?

¶ I've been living
in my head... ¶

Huh? Kids?

No, you know what?

This is not...
not how this goes.

You do not get to hide
behind questions about me,

'cause the last time
I saw you, we were talking

about shopping for rings,

then you were gone.

The same guy who courted me
with surprise takeout from

my favorite Chinese
hole-in-the-wall,

sang me to sleep after
I had to put my dog down.

You vanished.

No call...

no nothing.

I asked your
friends, your family.

Nobody knew where
you went or why you...

¶ Oh ¶

So, then I thought...

maybe it was me.

No.

¶ Can't get my feet
on the floor ¶

No.

Here's the part

where you tell me why you left.

¶ I've been living in my head ¶

¶ I can't get my feet
on the floor... ¶

Before I left, there were...

there were things happening

that I couldn't...

I couldn't...

Everyone had this idea of...

who they thought I was gonna be.

Uh, the golden boy

who takes over the family
business, you know.

I was never gonna be that guy.

I just... I couldn't
pretend anymore.

¶ I've been living
in my head... ¶

If that's the explanation

you're gonna give me
after 14 years,

don't think for a minute
I am just going to nod my head

and say,
"Now I understand everything,"

and ask you
to join my book club.

¶ I can't get my feet
on the floor ¶

¶ I've been living in my head ¶

(sighs)
Uh...

¶ I can't get my feet
on the floor ¶

Do you still like
cashew chicken?

¶ Can't get my feet
on the floor ¶

Extra cashews.

We could... we could

go to the Chinese place,

maybe?

¶ Can't get my feet
on the floor. ¶

Maybe.

(cat meows)

Caramel.

(cat meows)

Caramel.

Here, Caramel.

(beeping)

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

It kind of... it kind of feels
like I'm floating, you know?

I can feel every cell
in my body.

(laughing):
It's awesome.

I'm not high this time,

if that's
what you were thinking.

I wasn't thinking
that, Cam.

Yes, you were.

But that's okay.
People assume the worst of me.

Cam, you're shaking.

I-I want to talk about the body.

Stop.

Sit.

Don't make me talk to you
like you're a dog.

What is your deal?

(whispering):
It's weird being here
after breaking in here.

(sighs)
What if I messed up?

I feel like we're going
to get caught.

You won't.

THERAPIST:
I thought this time

we might try
something different.

Me, too.

I even brought my own puppet.

Oh, that's very nice, Jack.

Let's see it.

You want to come over tonight?

I have plans.

(footsteps approaching)

What?

What's going on?

I can't continue
seeing Jack.

Look, I'll be happy
to e-mail you

the names of some therapists
whose areas of expertise

are more in line
with his areas of...

Good luck to you.

My son just got fired
by his therapist.

(Bach's "Cello Suite No. 1
in G Major" playing)

(indistinct conversations)

It's quite a turnout.

Excellent.

We may need Gunther
to bring in more seating.

I fired Gunther.

What? You did?

I had to.

I've been getting this really
weird feeling from him lately,

and, well, then there
was this incident that...

Now's not the time.

Let's just enjoy this.
(doorbell chiming)

Oh, look.

WOMAN:
Stephen Gostkowski is here.

ALISON:
Hi, Stephen.
Great to see you.

You remember Naomi?

NAOMI:
We're expecting
maximum attendance

around 8:00 p.m.

Madeline will introduce Alison,
who will say a few words,

and hand over the floor to you.

You draw up the play
and I'll run it.

That's what I'm used to.

Great. Let me
introduce you around.

There it is.

Well, this is incredibly weird.

You were right.

So you want to...

What? You eager to go downstairs
and schmooze with donors?

No.

Cashew chicken.

Wow, this is...

so different.

The bed was over here.

Remember that?

Yeah. I remember everything.

(chuckles)

You kept these?

(mumbling)
Hey.

(laughs)

¶ ¶

What are these?

Scars.
No.

I know.

Wh... how did you get them?

What does it matter
how I got them?

'Cause it matters.

Tell me.
It doesn't matter.

It... because it matters.

Stop!

Molly.

Don't touch me.

I went to that
stupid coffee shop

three days in a row.

What?

Your mom told me...

I don't know
what I was thinking.

MADELINE:
Cheers.

ALISON:
Let's toast

once the
endorsement's official.

Oh, we will.

But this one's for the
offer I just accepted

for Hawthorne Concrete.

Already.

Big company out of Moscow.

Darcolo.

No mixed feelings?

It's the end of an era.

It's a ruthless business.

And there's certain skeletons
that I'm glad to be rid of.

And...

your campaign will get
a big infusion

of capital at a critical time.

(doorbell chiming)

Oh, if it's that
lady and her cat...

ALISON:
What the hell?

Did you invite
Mayor Conley?

Of course not.

I'll handle this.

Mmm.

Can I get you anything else?

You're probably wondering
what I'm doing here.

One, the stuffed mushrooms.

Two...

NAOMI:
What is this?

Your brother breaking
into a medical facility

in Longwood last night.

You were stalking him?

Stalking, opposition research.

It's a fine line.

I'm sure he had a good reason
for being there.

Wearing a baseball cap?

Going through
a delivery entrance

of a medical building
at 1:00 a.m.?

A medical building that
houses pharmaceuticals?

What do you suppose
a former junkie

was doing inside there
for 45 minutes?

Go ahead. Amuse me.

Hazard a guess.

What do you want?

Give up the
Stephen Gostkowski endorsement.

Just tell him you're no longer
in the market for his support,

'cause if he goes anywhere
near that podium tonight,

these pictures will be
in tomorrow's paper.

What is this?

What the hell?

You're breaking into
places to steal drugs now?
What? No.

I wasn't there
to steal drugs.
Then why were you there?

It's complicated.

I left something there,
and I had to go get it.
(scoffs)

You're lying.
I'm not. Where'd you
get this, anyway?

Are you having me followed?

Conley's people took them.

And if Stephen Gostkowski
endorses me tonight,

he's going to take
them to the press.

You can't.

They'll arrest me.
I'll lose Jack.

You got to help me out.

You did this to yourself. You.

No, no, no, please.

We're out of time, Alison.

We have to get down there.

Thank you all
for coming here tonight.

And thank you
for your generous contributions

to the
Boston Arts Education Program.

At a time when teachers

are forced to use test scores

to assess the quality
of public education,

it's more important than ever
that we defend

our children's ability
to create.

You okay?
Yeah.

Now, we have some

incredible people here tonight

to support this cause.

One of whom is

Mayor Bill Conley.

Come on up here, Bill.

Mayor Conley and I just had
a private conversation,

which I'd like to share.

We just talked
about the fact that

despite our differences,

we can reach across the aisle

when it comes to our kids

and their education,
especially in the arts.

As the proud sister
of a professional artist,

I've seen firsthand how
effective arts education

can be in helping young people
forge successful,

creative careers.

(crowd applauds)

CAM:
Thank you, I-I promise you

I wasn't there
to get drugs.

Stop.

How many times have you
promised no more drugs,

you're better, it's
over, how many times?

How much do the rest
of us have to sacrifice?

That endorsement could have

sealed the election for me.

So, tell me what to do, Cam.

Tell me...

'cause you've been a mess
since you were a kid,

and now Jack's following
in your footsteps, so

what do we do?

I've tried tough love,

Tessa's tried coddling,

Mom's tried shipping you
off to the most expensive

rehab facility
in this state.

How do we fix you?

Or is it just...

not possible?

You don't need
to be fixed.

Your family
doesn't get you.

I get you.

You want to stay for
a late night snack?

What if I just stayed?

Dang.

Yeah?

Oh, no, I said
"dang," not Dana.

Oh.

My name's only one letter away.

You know what else?

It's also only one letter
away from DNA.

(chuckles)

This job is my destiny.

Cool.

I have news, by the way.

The full report will
take a few days, but, uh,

give you the headline.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

Can't sleep?

I could, but it was boring.

What are you watching?

Something boring.

Can I watch, too?

Sure.

Hey, so...

what happened today
at the therapist's office?

She didn't like my puppet.

What puppet?

I'll show you.

Thanks, Phyllis.

Now I have teeth.

(doorbell chiming)

What the hell?

We need to talk, Mrs. Hawthorne.

Oh, well, whatever it is,

I'm sure it can
wait till tomorrow.

No.

It's about the
Silver Bells case.

Give us a moment, please.
Of course.

All right, well,

now that you've made a scene...

That wasn't my intention.

What do you want?

The, uh,

leather belt we pulled

from the collapsed tunnel,

the one we believe
the Silver Bells Killer

used to strangle
his last victim,

turns out you purchased a belt

just like it a month
before the murder.

BRADY:
Detective Cutter.

I am in the middle
of something, Detective Ross.

This family is
not connected to

the Silver Bells
killings.

That is still
to be determined.

No, I tested their DNA

and the report shows
no match to the belt.

LINDA: So, I guess
it's just a coincidence

that the type of belt
you owned wound up

in concrete made
by your company.

No, not a coincidence.

One of my longtime household
staffers, Gunther Holzmann,

had access to both the belt
and the work site,

and as much as it
hurts me to say so,

I think you should
look into him.

And where is he?

I terminated
his employment yesterday,

but I can give you his address.

Where did you
get the sample?
What?

To test the DNA,
you needed a sample.

Where did you get it?

I-I-I took a hair

from your hairbrush.

What?

Tess, technically,
it's legal without

your consent because
it's from our own home.

"Technically legal"?

I don't care if it's legal.

I said no.

No, Tess, I know, but...

come on, you got to look
at the bigger picture here.

I just exonerated your family.

You betrayed my trust.

We talked about
this, we agreed,

and then you went
behind my back.

Get out.

What?

I'm staying here tonight.

(zipping)

What's going on?

Business trip,

Moscow, back Thursday.

It was you.

You bought Hawthorne Concrete.

Well, technically,
Darcolo Industries did,

but I will be running it.

I love you, Ali,

but I'm done being your lackey.

Consider this my officially
tendered resignation.

ALISON:
I thought I had
everything managed...

but now I just...

I feel powerless.

My marriage, my campaign...

Alison, in one night
you saved your brother

from a probable arrest,

you raised $60,000
in arts education,

and you looked killer
in that dress.

(laughs)

You think?

I do.

You orchestrated
this whole thing

with Molly.

Why?

I wanted to show you

what's good about this life

so you wouldn't
want to destroy it.

It almost worked.

Still could.

I want you to be happy.

You want my silence.

Can't I want both?

Garrett.

You need to make peace
with the past in a way

that's not destructive.

I don't know if I can.

(grunts)

And you did this
chopping carrots?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe get the bag of
baby carrots next time.

Hmm...

a good idea.

I'm lucky this
place was nearby.

You live around here?

Yeah, pretty close.

You?

Not far.

I feel like, uh...

I feel like I've
seen you before.

Yeah, maybe the news.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Your father...

Yeah, my father was

a victim of the
Silver Bells Killer...

...but they're closing
in on the guy now, finally.

That is good news.

(whispering):
Yeah.

TESSA:
It does feel like the killer

could be someone close to us,

which is really
freaking me out, honestly.

Honestly, me, too.

(clattering)

(Tessa screams)

(crying)

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