Instinct (2018) s02e08 Episode Script
Go Figure
1 - Previously on Instinct - DYLAN: Maya's in town.
I haven't heard from her.
Good.
Especially when you're vulnerable.
I'm not vulnerable.
You're still working with MI6.
MAYA: Yes.
And even though you aren't, we do still keep tabs on you.
DENNIS: There's been another body drop.
I'm talking about the Sleeping Beauty serial killer.
RYAN: That most recent murder, in its rushed staging, suggests another regression for the killer.
(DISTORTED): This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
We're professionals now.
He felt familiarity and comfort with you.
I think the killer may be someone you know.
("HURRICANE" BY ZAYDE WÃLF AND FJÃRA PLAYING) There's a storm coming There is a storm coming There is a storm - Coming - There's a storm coming There is a storm coming There is a storm We've been here before with it Thunder like a war with it Will we stay stranded in the weather? Can we be? (VOLUME INCREASES): Can we be? There's a storm coming There's a storm coming.
MALE VOICE (DISTORTED): I didn't kill that woman in the trench coat.
This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
The software maps our killer's enhanced voice based on frequency.
So we can see his voice, rather than just hear it.
What I see looks like my last EKG, when my doctor told me to cut back on the pickles.
Can't you just hack into the mainframe and un-distort it? I can't believe they let you use a gun, much less a computer.
Any news? Our killer's most likely male, between 18 to 55, with roots in the Midwest region of the United States.
So, we've really narrowed it down.
I'll be in my office, getting yelled at by the mayor, telling her, "Not to worry.
My team is totally zeroing in on this serial killer.
" (SIGHS) Oh, good, you're here.
Well, good morning to you, too.
I've got something for you.
Dead figure skater.
Found on the ice.
Arena near Battery Park.
- On my way.
- And you're on your own.
- I figured that.
- I need his annoyingly gifted brain on the Sleeping Beauty case.
Oh.
Got it.
I'll take my refreshingly un-gifted brain to the ice rink.
I can assign you someone else.
Before Dylan, I worked an entire year all on my own.
And you were curt, cranky, and controlling.
All on your own.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm still that way.
Keep it together, big fella.
She'll be back.
I'd like to listen to the recording again, please.
We've been over it 50 times.
Once more, and I'm gonna volunteer to be his next victim.
I didn't kill that woman in the trench coat.
This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
We're professionals now.
Stop it right there.
(PLAYER CLICKS) You're a professional now.
Why now? New York City versus Nebraska? Oh, back then, he was an amateur, before he knew what he was doing.
Is he saying that he made mistakes in Garfield? Or someone else did.
What are you looking for? Your original reports from Garfield on Ken Rego's murder.
Deputy Darren Hill.
My partner.
What about him? Well, Hill's reports did seem kind of light.
RYAN: He's been running that precinct for 20 years.
He's-he's got a shorthand.
And he knew Ken Rego for even longer.
We-we all knew Mr.
Rego.
His factory helped employ more than half the town.
And when he shut it down, it helped un-employ more than half the town.
And got himself killed.
Was Deputy Hill personally affected by the factory's closure? Everybody was personally affected.
Darren Hill brought me up in the force.
He doesn't miss things.
So don't start pinning this on him just because we're coming up empty-handed here.
Vic's Emily Macabee, 19 years old.
Found by her skate partner.
COD looks like head trauma.
There's only one set of skate marks out on the ice, but she didn't slip and fall.
I mean, look at that.
Looks like she was fighting for balance.
Odd for a professional figure skater.
Speaking of odd, where's Reinhart? Working the Sleeping Beauty case.
Huh.
Well, I'm happy to partner up with you on this.
Or you could just handle it alone, and I'll just stand here and talk to myself like a moron.
I guess we'll just go with option "B.
" Petechial hemorrhaging.
Sign of asphyxiation.
And the contusions on her neck? I think it's safe to say that she was strangled to death.
And then tossed onto the ice, where she hit her head.
My guess she was standing here, her assailant on the other side.
As she was strangled, she fought back, stomping her skates, creating the grooves in the ice and the marks on the boards.
All right, now that you got this, I'm heading back to the precinct.
Thanks, Sarge.
Doc.
- Uh, you didn't have to come.
- DYLAN: Oh.
Well, I heard it was a very cold case.
You're not delighted at my mastery of wordplay? I'm bursting with delight, but if Ryan needs you Well, I'm giving him a little space.
I may have ruffled his feathers.
I don't think he's talking to me.
Oh.
So he's icing you out? You out-punned me.
You're feeling very good about yourself.
I am.
Well, get over it.
We have work to do.
MARIO: I was lacing up my skates when I saw her there, on the ice.
You two were skating partners? For seven years.
I coached them both individually and knew they'd make a great pair.
Was it unusual for Emily to be here on her own? Emily was always the first one here.
Yeah, she called it practicing for practice.
I mean, she just wanted to be the best.
And she was.
She made me better.
(SHUDDERING INHALE) Okay.
Take a breath.
Someone stole her gold medal a few weeks ago.
From our trophy case.
Pissed me off.
Emily was the only one who didn't care.
She said it motivated her to win another.
I mean, you think it's the same person who Can I go to the bathroom? I think I'm gonna be sick.
It's tragic.
These two are like family.
Just doesn't make sense.
Competition can sometimes bring out the worst in people.
Not Emily.
She was the model of good sportsmanship.
Treated everybody with respect.
She was never a sore loser.
Doesn't sound like she did much losing.
Took home their first gold at nationals last year.
Finally managed to beat the reigning champs.
And who was this other team they finally managed to surpass? Stephanie Park and Reese Watkins.
They'd been unstoppable at nationals.
Gold in ice dancing a record five years straight.
Until Emily and Mario.
Yeah.
And Stephanie's gunning to get the gold back.
She's a beast.
Always wants the edge.
Willing to do anything to get it.
What do you mean by "anything"? Trash-talking.
Changing schedules to steal ice time.
I heard once she dulled her opponent's skates.
- Hmm.
- Are they based here in the city? Right here in this building.
They'd be in there now, but, given what happened, they went to the other rink to practice.
("TANGO PASIÃN" BY DARYL GRIFFITH PLAYING) So I guess hearing one of your peers has been murdered doesn't get in the way of practice.
No.
No! You keep on favoring your right foot.
Look, it's like this.
Up.
See? Reese.
Like that.
It's not that hard.
Okay.
Are you just gonna stand there?! Sorry.
I wouldn't want to be her partner.
Or her competition.
Oh, my God.
Poor Emily.
I just assumed they were dealing with an injury over there.
Wait, you're saying you knew something happened and just let us go on practicing? Obviously, I didn't know someone died.
Look, with nationals less than three weeks away, we really can't be losing any ice time.
We understand that Emily and Mario beat you last year.
For the first time ever.
Did that fuel a certain degree of animosity between you? Nothing more than usual.
So the unsportsmanlike behavior that you've been accused of, that's not unusual either? Look, I'm here to win.
If you're asking did we kill Emily, that's a big, giant no.
(ZAMBONI WHIRRING) Danny! Hello? Danny! What did I tell you?! Stay off our ice.
Take a pill, Stacy.
I Call me that one more time.
I swear Whatever.
(GROANS) (SIGHS) I'm sorry.
He just doesn't listen.
We're not skating anymore today, Steph.
- I What? - We're done.
Well, actually, we aren't done.
Yeah, that's a big, giant no.
We'll have more questions, so stay close to home.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE BUZZES) JULIAN: If MI6 thinks New York City's first responder system is, indeed, at risk, why not go to the CIA? CIA may be compromised on this.
That's quite an accusation.
Do you have evidence? That would put individuals at risk.
You're in danger.
I'm perfectly fine.
I can help you.
We can help you.
And we believe that you can help us, too.
But if you say yes, you can't speak about this to anyone.
Not even Dylan Reinhart.
And why not? Given his father's position at the CIA, Mr.
Reinhart may be compromised.
We can't take any chances on this.
Never easy, is it? No.
But it is a reminder.
Why we do this.
Emily's parents will be on the first flight from San Diego.
The coach was at his girlfriend's apartment in Tribeca this morning.
Alibi checks out.
Got a split on our competing skaters.
Personal trainer confirms that Reese was at the gym, but his skating partner, Stephanie, lives alone, so there's no way to know if she was home or when she left.
Stephanie's tunnel vision this morning at the rink was quite remarkable.
Or was that a total lack of empathy? Isn't that on your "How You Know You're a Psychopath" checklist? That's right.
Along with a grandiose sense of self and fake charm.
But I don't think she was a psychopath.
- What about the Zamboni driver? - She doesn't Po - You don't want to hear why? - No.
Uh, Daniel Gerhardt.
24 years old.
At the ice rink for 18 months.
Couple fast food jobs before that.
So he bounced around.
Any record? Squeaky clean.
Emily's partner, Mario, found her body, but he seemed genuinely distraught.
Yeah, but why would he want Emily dead? (MUSIC PLAYS ON VIDEO) Maybe because he has another partner.
This is on Emily's computer.
Wow.
Neither mentioned that they were a couple.
Could be a secret.
A secret that played a part in Emily's death? Oh, pair figure skating is still pretty behind the times.
Not many same-sex partners.
So if Emily didn't know about this and then saw the video, it may have been upsetting for her.
Or it could be a threat to her career.
A potential PR problem.
Maybe she confronted them about it.
And maybe Mario and Reese, having resentment and anger at having to hide, didn't take it too well.
Oh.
A-At first we didn't tell anyone.
Not Emily or Steph or our coaches.
But it wasn't about being gay.
I mean, we were more concerned about how it would look being on opposing teams.
And when Emily found out, what happened? She supported us 100%.
Emily's the one who shot the video.
That's why you found it on her computer.
You say you were Emily's closest friend.
Do you remember anything different? Anything she said? Yeah, she said she needed my help, that something had to stop.
But when I asked her what, she told me to forget about it.
She didn't bring it up again.
I know.
I know I should've pushed.
I I might have been able to help her.
(CRYING) - (WHISPERS): It's okay.
- (GROANS) Mario and Emily were best friends.
They spent every waking moment together.
What could be so difficult that she couldn't even share with him? Emily lived with a secret, and she died with it.
Maybe we can find it in her apartment.
- Hey.
- Sorry to interrupt.
Can I, uh can I grab you for a second? Sure.
Uh, I'll wait downstairs.
Okay.
I'll be right there.
(SIGHS) I overreacted earlier.
I could have been more sensitive when I expressed that Deputy Hill may have overlooked something.
I called him.
You did? What changed your mind? - Your batting average.
- No sports analogies, please.
I told him I want to talk about the reports that he filed for the Rego case.
He slammed the door on it, said there's nothing more to investigate in Garfield, which makes me think that maybe there is more to investigate.
So what're you going to do? I'm gonna jump on a plane.
Go see for myself.
Good for you.
It ain't over till the fat lady sings.
Sports analogy.
- See? You do know sports! - Well, opera, too.
LIZZIE: Doesn't look like Emily had much of a life outside her sport.
"Ice rink.
Ice rink.
"Ice rink.
Mario.
Mario.
Mario.
Calorie count.
"Exercise reps.
Sleep hours.
" A rigid daily schedule.
Certainly not much time for interior decorating.
Or fine dining.
Lemon chicken, blackened chicken, yogurt-marinated chicken.
I think she liked chicken.
- And keeping a diary.
- Ooh.
Or not keeping a diary.
Sawdust on the floor.
She got new locks.
And a new bat.
So either she was changing sports Or fearing for her life.
Guess who I'm thinking of.
No idea.
How about a hint? Stephanie.
Maybe she did take Emily's medal, felt it was rightfully hers.
And then killed Emily to make sure her team won gold this year.
Well, well, Dr.
Psychopath is buying into my psychopath theory.
No.
Remember that Zamboni kid, Daniel? I've been thinking about something he said, too.
He called her "Stacy.
" So? He got her name wrong.
Mm, "Stacy" is a derogatory term for women used by incels.
- Incels? - Involuntary celibates.
Young men who feel themselves undateable, victims of a society that rewards alpha males, leaving them dejected and alone.
Poor guys.
They feel they're owed sex.
And incels tend to direct their anger and frustration at the very women who have ignored them.
Stacys.
So if Daniel is an incel, then maybe he's the one Emily was afraid of.
And that's why she changed her locks and bought that bat.
Well, unless he has an "incels rule" tattoo, any idea how we can prove this theory? You want me to access the online activity of a Zamboni driver? What in God's name is a Zamboni? A vehicle that resurfaces ice.
If he is an incel, we may have motive for murder.
I'll get onto it right away.
Lying and avoiding.
Excuse me? Brief eye contact: lying.
Performing a random physical action that seems unnecessary, like excessively cleaning your glasses: avoiding.
Or my glasses are filthy.
Yes, Dylan? You would only lie to me about one thing.
A woman.
(EXHALES) You've seen Maya.
I met with her at her hotel.
Nothing to worry about.
- Why don't I believe you? - Because being skeptical is what makes us so good at what we do.
We had a coffee.
Nothing more.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Sorry to interrupt this totally normal, non-secret, coworkers in a breakroom chat, but Lou needs us in her office.
Now.
(SIGHS) I have some news.
Ryan's going back to Nebraska.
I'm so glad I didn't know you when The Sixth Sense came out.
(CHUCKLES) I think I should go with him.
You're on the skater case.
We can fly there after we solve it.
Oh, does that work for you? Mm-hmm.
He may be too close to the case.
He needs an outsider's perspective.
I'll send Fucci, then.
A more intelligent outsider's perspective.
No offense.
Oh, why would I be offended? Dylan can go.
I'm fine with it.
So am I.
What a relief.
Okay.
Reinhart, you and Ryan will fly out first thing tomorrow.
Fucci will hold down the Sleeping Beauty fort here, and Lizzie will take the figure skater case herself.
But we just got a great lead.
Which Lizzie will follow up on.
You can all get out of my office.
Thank you, Lieutenant Gooden.
Hey, is it me, or is that thing actually making you angrier? You know, maybe there's a better way to blow off steam, like going to the gym or shooting someone.
Get out.
Quicker.
Okay.
You're annoyed at me going away with Ryan.
Not at all.
You think I'm abandoning you.
We're partners, not boyfriend-girlfriend.
I can share you with Ryan or anyone.
Okay.
I just wanted to be sure.
Rest assured, I'm gonna be fine without you, and you'll be okay without me.
You're right.
I mean, life is a series of separation experiences ending with the ultimate separation, death.
If you're gonna say stuff like that around Ryan on your trip, be sure to take the bullets out of his gun first.
Give me your honest opinion.
Uh-oh.
Too slick? You think I look too slick, don't you? Like I'm trying too hard? I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
I bought another one, which makes me look slightly less like a Ukrainian arms dealer.
(LAUGHS): Andy.
It's your first job interview in a while.
Just be yourself.
- Doesn't matter what you wear.
- Ah, coming from the guy who once wore a waistcoat to the zoo.
I'll take 'em both back.
Oh, uh, I got you these.
- So you fit in.
- Fit in to what? You know what I mean.
Uh, people from small towns don't wear suits made from virginal goats or whatever that is.
Trust me, as someone who grew up in a small town.
Oh, I trust you.
And I also trust that you kept the receipts for these because if I wear a flannel shirt, I will break out in a rash.
(LAUGHS) Okay.
You know, it's strange.
Lizzie seems so fine about my going away with Ryan, I wonder if she's actually upset about it.
So fine she's upset.
No, you're not overthinking that at all.
(LAUGHS) Wait, do you want Lizzie to be upset you're going? - Do you want me to be upset? - I I just don't want to let her down.
Or you.
And I know the timing isn't great, what with your job interview tomorrow.
Trust me, I'm not upset.
Having you gone will allow me to fully focus on my anxiety.
(LAUGHS) You're gonna be great.
It's too bad we're not the same size.
You could've worn one of my virginal goat suits.
You looking for Dylan? I've got something for him, yes.
Evidence that our friend Daniel is an incel? As a matter of fact, it is.
Let me see.
I warn you, there are some very unsavory things in there.
Daniel made several posts to a restricted forum known as "cel-life," in which he refers to the now-deceased figure skater as a "tease" and expresses an interest in "breaking her pretty little neck.
" What a guy.
I also uncovered a site on the dark web where he's made similar threats and inflammatory remarks.
You can say you stumbled upon it yourself, should you require a proper search warrant.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I understand, Your Honor.
Yes, I said that.
Yes.
(SIGHS) Yes.
We are.
Uh Okay, bye-bye.
- The mayor? - (SIGHS) Again? Ugh.
She must have quite the phone bill.
Mm.
- Oh, is this the Zamboni kid? - Yeah.
More than enough for a warrant here.
Go get it.
Come with me.
- What? - You and me.
Let's bust this woman-hater together.
I can't just walk out of here.
Sergeant Harris is more than capable of being in charge.
Yeah, but the precinct is my responsibility.
Right, oh, the mayor might call and yell at you again.
And Fucci was right.
You need to find a better way to let off some steam.
And it'll be fun, like our old days back at the academy.
Like me kicking your ass? I mean you kicking everyone's ass.
How I miss the glamor of it all.
If you're rusty, I'll handle the hard stuff.
Wouldn't want you breaking a nail.
Oh, I'm starting to feel empathy for Reinhart.
Stephanie alibied out.
A witness saw her leaving her house.
So let's hope this is our guy.
Daniel Gerhardt? Police, open up! We have a warrant.
Let's just kick this door down.
Daniel, you in there? God, it feels good to be back.
Ugh, what's that smell? Maybe they'd have more luck with women if they learned how to clean up after themselves.
Daniel! Police.
How'd you get in here? We have a warrant to search your apartment.
- Search for what? - Evidence.
In the murder investigation of Emily Macabee.
You think I killed her? I never even talked to her.
But you did say you wanted to break her neck.
We have that in writing.
DANIEL: Yeah, I can say what I want, Stacy.
- (WHIMPERS) - What'd you just call her? Hey, take a look at this.
Would you like to explain why you have a dead woman's stolen medal in your apartment, Daniel? So, Garfield.
You're looking at it.
Used to be a little more lively.
Ah, damn, they got Joe's Hardware, too.
It's still charming.
I feel like I've stepped into a Norman Rockwell ghost town.
A tad overdressed.
Nah, you'll fit in just fine.
- Hey, Stock.
- Oh, here he is.
Should've known you'd come after I told you not to bother.
Darren, good to see you.
You, too.
That New York smog hasn't hurt you much.
(LAUGHS) This is Dylan Reinhart.
Dylan, this is Deputy Hill.
Pleased to meet you.
Ryan speaks very highly of you.
You're a cop? I'm a behavioral specialist.
I consult for the NYPD.
So, whose behavior are you here to look at? RYAN: Uh, like I said on the phone, we just to make sure nothing got overlooked.
Uh-huh.
So you hit a roadblock in the big city, body count's going up, you're feeling the pressure, so maybe you can blame it on the hick back home who blew it from the start? Did he cut corners? Hey, his wife used to work at Rego's, didn't she? That guy could be bitter.
That the kind of specializing you do? Sometimes.
Sometimes I just let people talk.
So your wife worked at the Rego factory? Whoa, am I a suspect now? Want to Mirandize me? Darren, look, we just want to dig into the files, see if there's something useful.
You want to be useful? Go see the Rego family.
Give 'em a progress report on your promise to catch their dad's killer.
- That's our next stop.
- Make it your last.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I got work to do.
(DOOR OPENS) Good morning, Daniel.
How'd you like your night in lockup? There were five guys in there glaring at me.
I couldn't even lay down.
When my dad gets here Your dad? Oh, your dad's on his way? Well, in that case, you're free to go.
Are you serious? No, sit your ass back down.
Daddy can't help you.
Bitch.
That's Lieutenant Bitch to you.
I didn't do anything! Morning, sunshine.
Remember me? Stacy? I brought you a coffee.
Some milk and sugar, or whatever this stuff is.
Brought you something else, too.
What? I printed up some of your online posts.
You're quite the poet.
"That Stacy spreads on the ice, but not for me.
She'll get hers.
" Freedom of speech.
All right, Patrick Henry, exercise your right.
Read it.
Out loud.
"That slut should take my" "It's not fair, it's rigged against us.
"Should be my God-given right to take her by the" A lot harder to say it to a person's face, huh? Much easier to hide behind a computer screen.
Why'd you steal her medal? JASMINE: Was it a warning? Before you tried to take your God-given right? Before you forced yourself on her? What? No.
And when you failed and screwed it up and strangled her - in the process - No, I didn't touch her.
I I didn't.
Okay, yeah okay, yeah, I wrote this stuff online, but I didn't kill her.
I was on the computer chatting for two days straight.
Please just check my computer.
I couldn't have strangled anyone.
I don't think he's our guy.
Are you kidding? Look at him.
That type always caves in and wets themselves when they're about to confess.
We can dig into his computer, but we need to go at him hard.
I think his online posts are a way of compensating for his feelings of inadequacy.
He casts himself as a victim, unable to act, let alone attack.
Well, look who's channeling Dr.
Dylan Reinhart.
Huh, yeah, maybe.
Can't seem to get him out of my head today.
So while he's in there, let's get inside Emily's head, too.
Our victim was a strong, driven athlete.
As hateful and warped as Daniel's philosophy is, I don't think that she would be afraid of a guy like him.
If he were harassing her, she wouldn't hesitate to tell anyone, especially not her best friend Mario.
You're right.
They could have easily gotten him fired.
And Emily didn't just add locks to her door.
She changed her locks.
So she was afraid of someone who at one time had a key.
My guess would be a an ex-boyfriend but she didn't make time for anything except skating.
And whoever she was afraid of, why keep it secret? Shame? Abuse maybe? Fear that coming forward would tarnish her image.
Just end up as a he said, she said.
And you know how those usually end up; she needed proof.
So we need to go back to her place, take another look.
RYAN: We believe your husband was the first in a series of killings.
And why the blanket and pillow? The killer may have felt some remorse after he murdered your father, which may explain why he was left in such a peaceful position.
When I heard about a similar killing in Manhattan, where the victim had also been left under a blanket and pillow, I went there.
That victim, Nancy Lee, she knew the killer, she also knew about your husband's murder.
We think that she was murdered to keep her quiet.
Now there is a third victim, also in Manhattan, and he could have identified the killer.
I just want you to know that, although my focus has shifted away from Garfield, I haven't forgotten about my promise to find your father's killer.
DYLAN: And Detective Stock has the full support of the New York Police Department behind him.
And we're making great progress.
We have a profile of the killer.
Do you even have a suspect yet? Um, no, not yet, Candace.
So why are we here? So you can make yourself feel better? - Candace.
- No, I'm sorry, Mom, Dad's murderer is out there, and they are no closer to finding who did it.
- These men are doing their best.
- Which is clearly not enough.
Okay, guys.
Yelling at each other's not gonna help.
No, it's all right.
Your impatience is justified.
We understand how such a violent loss can wear on a family.
(SCOFFS) This started long before Dad's murder.
When this town decided to blame the entire country's economic collapse on him.
After he had given everything to them.
Okay, we don't have to rehash all that.
MRS.
REGO: Your father hated having to move the factory to Mexico.
- (PHONE BUZZES) - His employees had been like family.
Then, overnight they turned into enemies.
CANDACE: You really see people's true colors.
Are we keeping you? Not at all, but we are in town to coordinate the investigations.
Is Deputy Hill even doing anything anymore? When I run into him, he always looks the other way.
He is.
And we all are going to find this guy and we're gonna bring him to justice.
CORMAC: Sorry about all that.
I hope Ryan will vouch that my family can be more hospitable.
DYLAN: Oh, I'd be upset, too.
RYAN: I remember this house was like a second home to a lot of us.
Please tell me your mom is still making those chocolate chip brownies.
I should remind her.
(LAUGHS) How is Mexico City? Fine, but it's not home.
It's too crowded.
You probably understand, being in New York.
I think Ryan has adapted well to city life.
Uh-oh.
Don't tell me you're gonna go all big city on us.
(LAUGHS) Let's not get carried away.
Thanks again, Ryan.
Take care, Cormac.
Thanks for everything you're doing.
So, after I cooled off, I had to admit, you guys have a point.
Behavior and all.
I resent Ken Rego as much as the next guy.
The Regos lived high on the hog off this town's labor for decades.
When the going got rough, he threw us over to save his fortune.
- Not very neighborly.
- But if I let that interfere, I wasn't being a good cop.
So I went digging again.
You want some lunch, Darren, or are you just gonna eat crow? Mom, were you eavesdropping? Eavesdropping is for amateurs, Ryan.
Your mom runs a diner.
She's a professional.
Finally, someone understands me.
Don't you want some ketchup with that? If you recommend it, Margaret.
Oh, I do, Dylan.
- Mm.
- I do.
So I pulled the files on a few locals who may deserve a closer look.
I already dropped in on Brad McFee's wife.
Oh, I played football with Brad.
- Brad had a temper.
- Priors for a couple of bar fights no biggie but get this.
His new job, since the factory closed he's a truck driver.
He's on a haul to the East Coast right now.
- That's a good find.
- Mm-hmm.
Also, I probably went too easy on my old neighbor, one of Rego's foremen.
Lost his house.
- Oh, yeah, Steve Morgan.
- Huh.
Has a cousin in Jersey.
Is he still parked up on a barstool? And still ranting about Rego like that factory closed yesterday.
Ugh, he's not the only one.
If I had a dollar for every time a customer gripes about the glory days of Garfield, I could retire.
These people here are too stuck in the past.
Hey, I like my memories.
Garfield was a good place to grow up.
Well, yeah, you'd better say so, or I wasted 18 years, but my point is, you did grow up.
Your mom's making a fine distinction between two types of nostalgia, Ryan.
Reflective nostalgia allows us to savor our memories but accepts that they are in the past.
Yeah, that's not Garfield.
Whereas restorative nostalgia pushes back against the here and now, keeping us stuck trying to relive our glory days.
And that is Garfield to a tee.
Well, so no wonder you guys are having such a tough time finding Rego's murderer.
This whole town's guilty.
I wouldn't say the whole town's guilty, but much of Garfield suffers from a single diagnosis.
Restorative nostalgia.
Restorative nostalgia.
(SIGHS) Nope.
No nanny cam here.
Just so you know, my lieutenant does not tolerate excessive force.
Almost anything can be turned into a secret camera these days.
Unless, hmm, we're on the wrong track? LIZZIE: Wait.
How many flashing lights does your smoke detector have? Yup.
Memory card.
There.
Go back.
EMILY: Go away.
I don't want you to come here anymore.
MAN: Come on, Em, open the door.
- EMILY: No.
- MAN: Open the damn door! Em, open the door.
EMILY: Go away! Who is that? - Put down the bat and open the door.
- I mean it go away.
Her coach.
Don't forget to smile, Caitlin.
Attagirl.
Detective.
They give you a new partner to work Emily's case? This is my boss Lieutenant Gooden.
Lieutenant.
Well, I'm glad to hear Emily's case is getting the right attention.
Oh, Emily has our attention.
Unfortunately, too late to save her.
JASMINE: But it's understandable.
She was terrified and unable to turn to those closest to her.
Since one of them was her perpetrator.
We're gonna need you to come downtown with us.
Okay.
Am I under suspicion? You were under suspicion before we stopped by your girlfriend's apartment.
- What? - JASMINE: We explained to her how providing a false alibi could expose her to charges of perjury and obstruction.
LIZZIE: She was pretty frightened, but, then, I guess you're probably used to frightened women.
You scared Emily into submitting to your advances so she wouldn't jeopardize her skating career.
Which worked when she was younger, - but she'd finally had enough.
- So, yesterday, when you found her on the ice alone, did she threaten to tell Mario if you didn't stop? Or had she already threatened to reveal what you'd been doing to her? This is crazy.
I was like a father to Emily.
I did everything to help her succeed.
So she owed you? CSU is testing every piece of clothing inside Emily's apartment.
DNA can last for months, by the way.
Okay, we had a relationship, but it was consensual.
That's not what it looks like on this recording.
Brent Underhill, you're under arrest.
Hey! Stop! (GROANING) Excessive force? I think my boss will understand.
- That was some fun.
- (CHUCKLES) But next time I hit the streets, I'm gonna have the right shoes in my locker.
(SIGHS) Nailing that scumbag is better than squeezing that stress ball, huh? I couldn't take it on a daily basis.
I'd go Rambo.
I'm safer behind a desk.
The whole city is.
(LAUGHS) You've grown, Lizzie.
You're not only the biggest badass in my precinct.
You're the smartest badass.
Well, you're the one who forced me to get a partner.
Dylan's rubbed off on me.
So now, if you could just rub off on him, my job would be a breeze.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
I know he's a genius, but I don't know how you do it.
Mm, he's an acquired taste.
She'd make me do And all I did was follow through I never saw a gal so small So, you've made a decision? I have.
I'm hoping it's good news.
I can't imagine that you'd come to tell me no.
That's your move.
Julian, that was years ago.
I hope you won't let our past get in the way of this.
Our past is past.
Whoever is trying to shut down New York's first responder system they have a bigger game at play.
- Which is? - They're not telling me.
But I do know that the president of Turkey will be addressing the UN General Assembly next week.
You always knew how to seduce me.
Amazing things that she could do.
Still working? Have to.
If my whole town suffers from restorative nostalgia, then I probably do, too.
So I'm just going over my early notes, see if I missed anything.
What time does your mom get back from work? You hungry again? (LAUGHS) No, I just I want to hear more about the old Garfield, the place everyone wishes to go back to.
Does she keep old photos? Does she.
Right over there.
But it's not really a history of Garfield.
It's more of a history of me.
Are these all you? (SCOFFS) You were adorable.
Well, I warned you doting mom.
Oh, look at Main Street.
It's booming.
This is the kind of thing that I (PHONE BUZZING) Oh, it's Lizzie.
Tell her I said hi.
Hey, what's up? Just calling to say hi.
Okay.
Hi.
Solved the case yet? We have some leads.
(SIGHS) How do you do it? Do what? You're thousands of miles away, and I still couldn't get your voice out of my head today.
Oh, that must have been just awful.
Shockingly, it helped.
Did you collar that incel? Turns out it wasn't the incel.
Uh, it was Emily's coach, an entirely different abusive man with his own twisted way of treating women.
How'd you get him? I did what you do.
I didn't just laser focus.
I stepped back, got an outsider's perspective.
I do that? You do that.
(SPUTTERS) Maybe I should do it right now.
Thanks, Lizzie, you're the best.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- I got to go.
I'm the best for pointing out that you're the best? Okay, hear me out.
Who in this town does not seem affected by restorative nostalgia? Who did we meet today who does not seem trapped in the past but who, oddly, has moved on, like an outsider, undamaged by the factory's closing or by Ken Rego's murder? His own son? Am I wrong? No.
You're not.
Check out the tent.
Cowboy blanket.
So, that's you and? Cormac Rego.
Is everything okay? Uh, we need to talk to Cormac.
Well, he left hours ago.
He flew back to the plant in Mexico.
Okay.
Thanks.
Yes.
Yes, I see.
I can't believe we had him and let him slip away.
- Okay, thanks, Fucci.
- He take off yet? Yeah, but not to Mexico City.
Back to New York? He landed at JFK an hour ago.
I haven't heard from her.
Good.
Especially when you're vulnerable.
I'm not vulnerable.
You're still working with MI6.
MAYA: Yes.
And even though you aren't, we do still keep tabs on you.
DENNIS: There's been another body drop.
I'm talking about the Sleeping Beauty serial killer.
RYAN: That most recent murder, in its rushed staging, suggests another regression for the killer.
(DISTORTED): This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
We're professionals now.
He felt familiarity and comfort with you.
I think the killer may be someone you know.
("HURRICANE" BY ZAYDE WÃLF AND FJÃRA PLAYING) There's a storm coming There is a storm coming There is a storm - Coming - There's a storm coming There is a storm coming There is a storm We've been here before with it Thunder like a war with it Will we stay stranded in the weather? Can we be? (VOLUME INCREASES): Can we be? There's a storm coming There's a storm coming.
MALE VOICE (DISTORTED): I didn't kill that woman in the trench coat.
This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
The software maps our killer's enhanced voice based on frequency.
So we can see his voice, rather than just hear it.
What I see looks like my last EKG, when my doctor told me to cut back on the pickles.
Can't you just hack into the mainframe and un-distort it? I can't believe they let you use a gun, much less a computer.
Any news? Our killer's most likely male, between 18 to 55, with roots in the Midwest region of the United States.
So, we've really narrowed it down.
I'll be in my office, getting yelled at by the mayor, telling her, "Not to worry.
My team is totally zeroing in on this serial killer.
" (SIGHS) Oh, good, you're here.
Well, good morning to you, too.
I've got something for you.
Dead figure skater.
Found on the ice.
Arena near Battery Park.
- On my way.
- And you're on your own.
- I figured that.
- I need his annoyingly gifted brain on the Sleeping Beauty case.
Oh.
Got it.
I'll take my refreshingly un-gifted brain to the ice rink.
I can assign you someone else.
Before Dylan, I worked an entire year all on my own.
And you were curt, cranky, and controlling.
All on your own.
Oh, don't worry.
I'm still that way.
Keep it together, big fella.
She'll be back.
I'd like to listen to the recording again, please.
We've been over it 50 times.
Once more, and I'm gonna volunteer to be his next victim.
I didn't kill that woman in the trench coat.
This isn't the bush leagues anymore, Ryan.
We're professionals now.
Stop it right there.
(PLAYER CLICKS) You're a professional now.
Why now? New York City versus Nebraska? Oh, back then, he was an amateur, before he knew what he was doing.
Is he saying that he made mistakes in Garfield? Or someone else did.
What are you looking for? Your original reports from Garfield on Ken Rego's murder.
Deputy Darren Hill.
My partner.
What about him? Well, Hill's reports did seem kind of light.
RYAN: He's been running that precinct for 20 years.
He's-he's got a shorthand.
And he knew Ken Rego for even longer.
We-we all knew Mr.
Rego.
His factory helped employ more than half the town.
And when he shut it down, it helped un-employ more than half the town.
And got himself killed.
Was Deputy Hill personally affected by the factory's closure? Everybody was personally affected.
Darren Hill brought me up in the force.
He doesn't miss things.
So don't start pinning this on him just because we're coming up empty-handed here.
Vic's Emily Macabee, 19 years old.
Found by her skate partner.
COD looks like head trauma.
There's only one set of skate marks out on the ice, but she didn't slip and fall.
I mean, look at that.
Looks like she was fighting for balance.
Odd for a professional figure skater.
Speaking of odd, where's Reinhart? Working the Sleeping Beauty case.
Huh.
Well, I'm happy to partner up with you on this.
Or you could just handle it alone, and I'll just stand here and talk to myself like a moron.
I guess we'll just go with option "B.
" Petechial hemorrhaging.
Sign of asphyxiation.
And the contusions on her neck? I think it's safe to say that she was strangled to death.
And then tossed onto the ice, where she hit her head.
My guess she was standing here, her assailant on the other side.
As she was strangled, she fought back, stomping her skates, creating the grooves in the ice and the marks on the boards.
All right, now that you got this, I'm heading back to the precinct.
Thanks, Sarge.
Doc.
- Uh, you didn't have to come.
- DYLAN: Oh.
Well, I heard it was a very cold case.
You're not delighted at my mastery of wordplay? I'm bursting with delight, but if Ryan needs you Well, I'm giving him a little space.
I may have ruffled his feathers.
I don't think he's talking to me.
Oh.
So he's icing you out? You out-punned me.
You're feeling very good about yourself.
I am.
Well, get over it.
We have work to do.
MARIO: I was lacing up my skates when I saw her there, on the ice.
You two were skating partners? For seven years.
I coached them both individually and knew they'd make a great pair.
Was it unusual for Emily to be here on her own? Emily was always the first one here.
Yeah, she called it practicing for practice.
I mean, she just wanted to be the best.
And she was.
She made me better.
(SHUDDERING INHALE) Okay.
Take a breath.
Someone stole her gold medal a few weeks ago.
From our trophy case.
Pissed me off.
Emily was the only one who didn't care.
She said it motivated her to win another.
I mean, you think it's the same person who Can I go to the bathroom? I think I'm gonna be sick.
It's tragic.
These two are like family.
Just doesn't make sense.
Competition can sometimes bring out the worst in people.
Not Emily.
She was the model of good sportsmanship.
Treated everybody with respect.
She was never a sore loser.
Doesn't sound like she did much losing.
Took home their first gold at nationals last year.
Finally managed to beat the reigning champs.
And who was this other team they finally managed to surpass? Stephanie Park and Reese Watkins.
They'd been unstoppable at nationals.
Gold in ice dancing a record five years straight.
Until Emily and Mario.
Yeah.
And Stephanie's gunning to get the gold back.
She's a beast.
Always wants the edge.
Willing to do anything to get it.
What do you mean by "anything"? Trash-talking.
Changing schedules to steal ice time.
I heard once she dulled her opponent's skates.
- Hmm.
- Are they based here in the city? Right here in this building.
They'd be in there now, but, given what happened, they went to the other rink to practice.
("TANGO PASIÃN" BY DARYL GRIFFITH PLAYING) So I guess hearing one of your peers has been murdered doesn't get in the way of practice.
No.
No! You keep on favoring your right foot.
Look, it's like this.
Up.
See? Reese.
Like that.
It's not that hard.
Okay.
Are you just gonna stand there?! Sorry.
I wouldn't want to be her partner.
Or her competition.
Oh, my God.
Poor Emily.
I just assumed they were dealing with an injury over there.
Wait, you're saying you knew something happened and just let us go on practicing? Obviously, I didn't know someone died.
Look, with nationals less than three weeks away, we really can't be losing any ice time.
We understand that Emily and Mario beat you last year.
For the first time ever.
Did that fuel a certain degree of animosity between you? Nothing more than usual.
So the unsportsmanlike behavior that you've been accused of, that's not unusual either? Look, I'm here to win.
If you're asking did we kill Emily, that's a big, giant no.
(ZAMBONI WHIRRING) Danny! Hello? Danny! What did I tell you?! Stay off our ice.
Take a pill, Stacy.
I Call me that one more time.
I swear Whatever.
(GROANS) (SIGHS) I'm sorry.
He just doesn't listen.
We're not skating anymore today, Steph.
- I What? - We're done.
Well, actually, we aren't done.
Yeah, that's a big, giant no.
We'll have more questions, so stay close to home.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE BUZZES) JULIAN: If MI6 thinks New York City's first responder system is, indeed, at risk, why not go to the CIA? CIA may be compromised on this.
That's quite an accusation.
Do you have evidence? That would put individuals at risk.
You're in danger.
I'm perfectly fine.
I can help you.
We can help you.
And we believe that you can help us, too.
But if you say yes, you can't speak about this to anyone.
Not even Dylan Reinhart.
And why not? Given his father's position at the CIA, Mr.
Reinhart may be compromised.
We can't take any chances on this.
Never easy, is it? No.
But it is a reminder.
Why we do this.
Emily's parents will be on the first flight from San Diego.
The coach was at his girlfriend's apartment in Tribeca this morning.
Alibi checks out.
Got a split on our competing skaters.
Personal trainer confirms that Reese was at the gym, but his skating partner, Stephanie, lives alone, so there's no way to know if she was home or when she left.
Stephanie's tunnel vision this morning at the rink was quite remarkable.
Or was that a total lack of empathy? Isn't that on your "How You Know You're a Psychopath" checklist? That's right.
Along with a grandiose sense of self and fake charm.
But I don't think she was a psychopath.
- What about the Zamboni driver? - She doesn't Po - You don't want to hear why? - No.
Uh, Daniel Gerhardt.
24 years old.
At the ice rink for 18 months.
Couple fast food jobs before that.
So he bounced around.
Any record? Squeaky clean.
Emily's partner, Mario, found her body, but he seemed genuinely distraught.
Yeah, but why would he want Emily dead? (MUSIC PLAYS ON VIDEO) Maybe because he has another partner.
This is on Emily's computer.
Wow.
Neither mentioned that they were a couple.
Could be a secret.
A secret that played a part in Emily's death? Oh, pair figure skating is still pretty behind the times.
Not many same-sex partners.
So if Emily didn't know about this and then saw the video, it may have been upsetting for her.
Or it could be a threat to her career.
A potential PR problem.
Maybe she confronted them about it.
And maybe Mario and Reese, having resentment and anger at having to hide, didn't take it too well.
Oh.
A-At first we didn't tell anyone.
Not Emily or Steph or our coaches.
But it wasn't about being gay.
I mean, we were more concerned about how it would look being on opposing teams.
And when Emily found out, what happened? She supported us 100%.
Emily's the one who shot the video.
That's why you found it on her computer.
You say you were Emily's closest friend.
Do you remember anything different? Anything she said? Yeah, she said she needed my help, that something had to stop.
But when I asked her what, she told me to forget about it.
She didn't bring it up again.
I know.
I know I should've pushed.
I I might have been able to help her.
(CRYING) - (WHISPERS): It's okay.
- (GROANS) Mario and Emily were best friends.
They spent every waking moment together.
What could be so difficult that she couldn't even share with him? Emily lived with a secret, and she died with it.
Maybe we can find it in her apartment.
- Hey.
- Sorry to interrupt.
Can I, uh can I grab you for a second? Sure.
Uh, I'll wait downstairs.
Okay.
I'll be right there.
(SIGHS) I overreacted earlier.
I could have been more sensitive when I expressed that Deputy Hill may have overlooked something.
I called him.
You did? What changed your mind? - Your batting average.
- No sports analogies, please.
I told him I want to talk about the reports that he filed for the Rego case.
He slammed the door on it, said there's nothing more to investigate in Garfield, which makes me think that maybe there is more to investigate.
So what're you going to do? I'm gonna jump on a plane.
Go see for myself.
Good for you.
It ain't over till the fat lady sings.
Sports analogy.
- See? You do know sports! - Well, opera, too.
LIZZIE: Doesn't look like Emily had much of a life outside her sport.
"Ice rink.
Ice rink.
"Ice rink.
Mario.
Mario.
Mario.
Calorie count.
"Exercise reps.
Sleep hours.
" A rigid daily schedule.
Certainly not much time for interior decorating.
Or fine dining.
Lemon chicken, blackened chicken, yogurt-marinated chicken.
I think she liked chicken.
- And keeping a diary.
- Ooh.
Or not keeping a diary.
Sawdust on the floor.
She got new locks.
And a new bat.
So either she was changing sports Or fearing for her life.
Guess who I'm thinking of.
No idea.
How about a hint? Stephanie.
Maybe she did take Emily's medal, felt it was rightfully hers.
And then killed Emily to make sure her team won gold this year.
Well, well, Dr.
Psychopath is buying into my psychopath theory.
No.
Remember that Zamboni kid, Daniel? I've been thinking about something he said, too.
He called her "Stacy.
" So? He got her name wrong.
Mm, "Stacy" is a derogatory term for women used by incels.
- Incels? - Involuntary celibates.
Young men who feel themselves undateable, victims of a society that rewards alpha males, leaving them dejected and alone.
Poor guys.
They feel they're owed sex.
And incels tend to direct their anger and frustration at the very women who have ignored them.
Stacys.
So if Daniel is an incel, then maybe he's the one Emily was afraid of.
And that's why she changed her locks and bought that bat.
Well, unless he has an "incels rule" tattoo, any idea how we can prove this theory? You want me to access the online activity of a Zamboni driver? What in God's name is a Zamboni? A vehicle that resurfaces ice.
If he is an incel, we may have motive for murder.
I'll get onto it right away.
Lying and avoiding.
Excuse me? Brief eye contact: lying.
Performing a random physical action that seems unnecessary, like excessively cleaning your glasses: avoiding.
Or my glasses are filthy.
Yes, Dylan? You would only lie to me about one thing.
A woman.
(EXHALES) You've seen Maya.
I met with her at her hotel.
Nothing to worry about.
- Why don't I believe you? - Because being skeptical is what makes us so good at what we do.
We had a coffee.
Nothing more.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Sorry to interrupt this totally normal, non-secret, coworkers in a breakroom chat, but Lou needs us in her office.
Now.
(SIGHS) I have some news.
Ryan's going back to Nebraska.
I'm so glad I didn't know you when The Sixth Sense came out.
(CHUCKLES) I think I should go with him.
You're on the skater case.
We can fly there after we solve it.
Oh, does that work for you? Mm-hmm.
He may be too close to the case.
He needs an outsider's perspective.
I'll send Fucci, then.
A more intelligent outsider's perspective.
No offense.
Oh, why would I be offended? Dylan can go.
I'm fine with it.
So am I.
What a relief.
Okay.
Reinhart, you and Ryan will fly out first thing tomorrow.
Fucci will hold down the Sleeping Beauty fort here, and Lizzie will take the figure skater case herself.
But we just got a great lead.
Which Lizzie will follow up on.
You can all get out of my office.
Thank you, Lieutenant Gooden.
Hey, is it me, or is that thing actually making you angrier? You know, maybe there's a better way to blow off steam, like going to the gym or shooting someone.
Get out.
Quicker.
Okay.
You're annoyed at me going away with Ryan.
Not at all.
You think I'm abandoning you.
We're partners, not boyfriend-girlfriend.
I can share you with Ryan or anyone.
Okay.
I just wanted to be sure.
Rest assured, I'm gonna be fine without you, and you'll be okay without me.
You're right.
I mean, life is a series of separation experiences ending with the ultimate separation, death.
If you're gonna say stuff like that around Ryan on your trip, be sure to take the bullets out of his gun first.
Give me your honest opinion.
Uh-oh.
Too slick? You think I look too slick, don't you? Like I'm trying too hard? I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
I bought another one, which makes me look slightly less like a Ukrainian arms dealer.
(LAUGHS): Andy.
It's your first job interview in a while.
Just be yourself.
- Doesn't matter what you wear.
- Ah, coming from the guy who once wore a waistcoat to the zoo.
I'll take 'em both back.
Oh, uh, I got you these.
- So you fit in.
- Fit in to what? You know what I mean.
Uh, people from small towns don't wear suits made from virginal goats or whatever that is.
Trust me, as someone who grew up in a small town.
Oh, I trust you.
And I also trust that you kept the receipts for these because if I wear a flannel shirt, I will break out in a rash.
(LAUGHS) Okay.
You know, it's strange.
Lizzie seems so fine about my going away with Ryan, I wonder if she's actually upset about it.
So fine she's upset.
No, you're not overthinking that at all.
(LAUGHS) Wait, do you want Lizzie to be upset you're going? - Do you want me to be upset? - I I just don't want to let her down.
Or you.
And I know the timing isn't great, what with your job interview tomorrow.
Trust me, I'm not upset.
Having you gone will allow me to fully focus on my anxiety.
(LAUGHS) You're gonna be great.
It's too bad we're not the same size.
You could've worn one of my virginal goat suits.
You looking for Dylan? I've got something for him, yes.
Evidence that our friend Daniel is an incel? As a matter of fact, it is.
Let me see.
I warn you, there are some very unsavory things in there.
Daniel made several posts to a restricted forum known as "cel-life," in which he refers to the now-deceased figure skater as a "tease" and expresses an interest in "breaking her pretty little neck.
" What a guy.
I also uncovered a site on the dark web where he's made similar threats and inflammatory remarks.
You can say you stumbled upon it yourself, should you require a proper search warrant.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I understand, Your Honor.
Yes, I said that.
Yes.
(SIGHS) Yes.
We are.
Uh Okay, bye-bye.
- The mayor? - (SIGHS) Again? Ugh.
She must have quite the phone bill.
Mm.
- Oh, is this the Zamboni kid? - Yeah.
More than enough for a warrant here.
Go get it.
Come with me.
- What? - You and me.
Let's bust this woman-hater together.
I can't just walk out of here.
Sergeant Harris is more than capable of being in charge.
Yeah, but the precinct is my responsibility.
Right, oh, the mayor might call and yell at you again.
And Fucci was right.
You need to find a better way to let off some steam.
And it'll be fun, like our old days back at the academy.
Like me kicking your ass? I mean you kicking everyone's ass.
How I miss the glamor of it all.
If you're rusty, I'll handle the hard stuff.
Wouldn't want you breaking a nail.
Oh, I'm starting to feel empathy for Reinhart.
Stephanie alibied out.
A witness saw her leaving her house.
So let's hope this is our guy.
Daniel Gerhardt? Police, open up! We have a warrant.
Let's just kick this door down.
Daniel, you in there? God, it feels good to be back.
Ugh, what's that smell? Maybe they'd have more luck with women if they learned how to clean up after themselves.
Daniel! Police.
How'd you get in here? We have a warrant to search your apartment.
- Search for what? - Evidence.
In the murder investigation of Emily Macabee.
You think I killed her? I never even talked to her.
But you did say you wanted to break her neck.
We have that in writing.
DANIEL: Yeah, I can say what I want, Stacy.
- (WHIMPERS) - What'd you just call her? Hey, take a look at this.
Would you like to explain why you have a dead woman's stolen medal in your apartment, Daniel? So, Garfield.
You're looking at it.
Used to be a little more lively.
Ah, damn, they got Joe's Hardware, too.
It's still charming.
I feel like I've stepped into a Norman Rockwell ghost town.
A tad overdressed.
Nah, you'll fit in just fine.
- Hey, Stock.
- Oh, here he is.
Should've known you'd come after I told you not to bother.
Darren, good to see you.
You, too.
That New York smog hasn't hurt you much.
(LAUGHS) This is Dylan Reinhart.
Dylan, this is Deputy Hill.
Pleased to meet you.
Ryan speaks very highly of you.
You're a cop? I'm a behavioral specialist.
I consult for the NYPD.
So, whose behavior are you here to look at? RYAN: Uh, like I said on the phone, we just to make sure nothing got overlooked.
Uh-huh.
So you hit a roadblock in the big city, body count's going up, you're feeling the pressure, so maybe you can blame it on the hick back home who blew it from the start? Did he cut corners? Hey, his wife used to work at Rego's, didn't she? That guy could be bitter.
That the kind of specializing you do? Sometimes.
Sometimes I just let people talk.
So your wife worked at the Rego factory? Whoa, am I a suspect now? Want to Mirandize me? Darren, look, we just want to dig into the files, see if there's something useful.
You want to be useful? Go see the Rego family.
Give 'em a progress report on your promise to catch their dad's killer.
- That's our next stop.
- Make it your last.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I got work to do.
(DOOR OPENS) Good morning, Daniel.
How'd you like your night in lockup? There were five guys in there glaring at me.
I couldn't even lay down.
When my dad gets here Your dad? Oh, your dad's on his way? Well, in that case, you're free to go.
Are you serious? No, sit your ass back down.
Daddy can't help you.
Bitch.
That's Lieutenant Bitch to you.
I didn't do anything! Morning, sunshine.
Remember me? Stacy? I brought you a coffee.
Some milk and sugar, or whatever this stuff is.
Brought you something else, too.
What? I printed up some of your online posts.
You're quite the poet.
"That Stacy spreads on the ice, but not for me.
She'll get hers.
" Freedom of speech.
All right, Patrick Henry, exercise your right.
Read it.
Out loud.
"That slut should take my" "It's not fair, it's rigged against us.
"Should be my God-given right to take her by the" A lot harder to say it to a person's face, huh? Much easier to hide behind a computer screen.
Why'd you steal her medal? JASMINE: Was it a warning? Before you tried to take your God-given right? Before you forced yourself on her? What? No.
And when you failed and screwed it up and strangled her - in the process - No, I didn't touch her.
I I didn't.
Okay, yeah okay, yeah, I wrote this stuff online, but I didn't kill her.
I was on the computer chatting for two days straight.
Please just check my computer.
I couldn't have strangled anyone.
I don't think he's our guy.
Are you kidding? Look at him.
That type always caves in and wets themselves when they're about to confess.
We can dig into his computer, but we need to go at him hard.
I think his online posts are a way of compensating for his feelings of inadequacy.
He casts himself as a victim, unable to act, let alone attack.
Well, look who's channeling Dr.
Dylan Reinhart.
Huh, yeah, maybe.
Can't seem to get him out of my head today.
So while he's in there, let's get inside Emily's head, too.
Our victim was a strong, driven athlete.
As hateful and warped as Daniel's philosophy is, I don't think that she would be afraid of a guy like him.
If he were harassing her, she wouldn't hesitate to tell anyone, especially not her best friend Mario.
You're right.
They could have easily gotten him fired.
And Emily didn't just add locks to her door.
She changed her locks.
So she was afraid of someone who at one time had a key.
My guess would be a an ex-boyfriend but she didn't make time for anything except skating.
And whoever she was afraid of, why keep it secret? Shame? Abuse maybe? Fear that coming forward would tarnish her image.
Just end up as a he said, she said.
And you know how those usually end up; she needed proof.
So we need to go back to her place, take another look.
RYAN: We believe your husband was the first in a series of killings.
And why the blanket and pillow? The killer may have felt some remorse after he murdered your father, which may explain why he was left in such a peaceful position.
When I heard about a similar killing in Manhattan, where the victim had also been left under a blanket and pillow, I went there.
That victim, Nancy Lee, she knew the killer, she also knew about your husband's murder.
We think that she was murdered to keep her quiet.
Now there is a third victim, also in Manhattan, and he could have identified the killer.
I just want you to know that, although my focus has shifted away from Garfield, I haven't forgotten about my promise to find your father's killer.
DYLAN: And Detective Stock has the full support of the New York Police Department behind him.
And we're making great progress.
We have a profile of the killer.
Do you even have a suspect yet? Um, no, not yet, Candace.
So why are we here? So you can make yourself feel better? - Candace.
- No, I'm sorry, Mom, Dad's murderer is out there, and they are no closer to finding who did it.
- These men are doing their best.
- Which is clearly not enough.
Okay, guys.
Yelling at each other's not gonna help.
No, it's all right.
Your impatience is justified.
We understand how such a violent loss can wear on a family.
(SCOFFS) This started long before Dad's murder.
When this town decided to blame the entire country's economic collapse on him.
After he had given everything to them.
Okay, we don't have to rehash all that.
MRS.
REGO: Your father hated having to move the factory to Mexico.
- (PHONE BUZZES) - His employees had been like family.
Then, overnight they turned into enemies.
CANDACE: You really see people's true colors.
Are we keeping you? Not at all, but we are in town to coordinate the investigations.
Is Deputy Hill even doing anything anymore? When I run into him, he always looks the other way.
He is.
And we all are going to find this guy and we're gonna bring him to justice.
CORMAC: Sorry about all that.
I hope Ryan will vouch that my family can be more hospitable.
DYLAN: Oh, I'd be upset, too.
RYAN: I remember this house was like a second home to a lot of us.
Please tell me your mom is still making those chocolate chip brownies.
I should remind her.
(LAUGHS) How is Mexico City? Fine, but it's not home.
It's too crowded.
You probably understand, being in New York.
I think Ryan has adapted well to city life.
Uh-oh.
Don't tell me you're gonna go all big city on us.
(LAUGHS) Let's not get carried away.
Thanks again, Ryan.
Take care, Cormac.
Thanks for everything you're doing.
So, after I cooled off, I had to admit, you guys have a point.
Behavior and all.
I resent Ken Rego as much as the next guy.
The Regos lived high on the hog off this town's labor for decades.
When the going got rough, he threw us over to save his fortune.
- Not very neighborly.
- But if I let that interfere, I wasn't being a good cop.
So I went digging again.
You want some lunch, Darren, or are you just gonna eat crow? Mom, were you eavesdropping? Eavesdropping is for amateurs, Ryan.
Your mom runs a diner.
She's a professional.
Finally, someone understands me.
Don't you want some ketchup with that? If you recommend it, Margaret.
Oh, I do, Dylan.
- Mm.
- I do.
So I pulled the files on a few locals who may deserve a closer look.
I already dropped in on Brad McFee's wife.
Oh, I played football with Brad.
- Brad had a temper.
- Priors for a couple of bar fights no biggie but get this.
His new job, since the factory closed he's a truck driver.
He's on a haul to the East Coast right now.
- That's a good find.
- Mm-hmm.
Also, I probably went too easy on my old neighbor, one of Rego's foremen.
Lost his house.
- Oh, yeah, Steve Morgan.
- Huh.
Has a cousin in Jersey.
Is he still parked up on a barstool? And still ranting about Rego like that factory closed yesterday.
Ugh, he's not the only one.
If I had a dollar for every time a customer gripes about the glory days of Garfield, I could retire.
These people here are too stuck in the past.
Hey, I like my memories.
Garfield was a good place to grow up.
Well, yeah, you'd better say so, or I wasted 18 years, but my point is, you did grow up.
Your mom's making a fine distinction between two types of nostalgia, Ryan.
Reflective nostalgia allows us to savor our memories but accepts that they are in the past.
Yeah, that's not Garfield.
Whereas restorative nostalgia pushes back against the here and now, keeping us stuck trying to relive our glory days.
And that is Garfield to a tee.
Well, so no wonder you guys are having such a tough time finding Rego's murderer.
This whole town's guilty.
I wouldn't say the whole town's guilty, but much of Garfield suffers from a single diagnosis.
Restorative nostalgia.
Restorative nostalgia.
(SIGHS) Nope.
No nanny cam here.
Just so you know, my lieutenant does not tolerate excessive force.
Almost anything can be turned into a secret camera these days.
Unless, hmm, we're on the wrong track? LIZZIE: Wait.
How many flashing lights does your smoke detector have? Yup.
Memory card.
There.
Go back.
EMILY: Go away.
I don't want you to come here anymore.
MAN: Come on, Em, open the door.
- EMILY: No.
- MAN: Open the damn door! Em, open the door.
EMILY: Go away! Who is that? - Put down the bat and open the door.
- I mean it go away.
Her coach.
Don't forget to smile, Caitlin.
Attagirl.
Detective.
They give you a new partner to work Emily's case? This is my boss Lieutenant Gooden.
Lieutenant.
Well, I'm glad to hear Emily's case is getting the right attention.
Oh, Emily has our attention.
Unfortunately, too late to save her.
JASMINE: But it's understandable.
She was terrified and unable to turn to those closest to her.
Since one of them was her perpetrator.
We're gonna need you to come downtown with us.
Okay.
Am I under suspicion? You were under suspicion before we stopped by your girlfriend's apartment.
- What? - JASMINE: We explained to her how providing a false alibi could expose her to charges of perjury and obstruction.
LIZZIE: She was pretty frightened, but, then, I guess you're probably used to frightened women.
You scared Emily into submitting to your advances so she wouldn't jeopardize her skating career.
Which worked when she was younger, - but she'd finally had enough.
- So, yesterday, when you found her on the ice alone, did she threaten to tell Mario if you didn't stop? Or had she already threatened to reveal what you'd been doing to her? This is crazy.
I was like a father to Emily.
I did everything to help her succeed.
So she owed you? CSU is testing every piece of clothing inside Emily's apartment.
DNA can last for months, by the way.
Okay, we had a relationship, but it was consensual.
That's not what it looks like on this recording.
Brent Underhill, you're under arrest.
Hey! Stop! (GROANING) Excessive force? I think my boss will understand.
- That was some fun.
- (CHUCKLES) But next time I hit the streets, I'm gonna have the right shoes in my locker.
(SIGHS) Nailing that scumbag is better than squeezing that stress ball, huh? I couldn't take it on a daily basis.
I'd go Rambo.
I'm safer behind a desk.
The whole city is.
(LAUGHS) You've grown, Lizzie.
You're not only the biggest badass in my precinct.
You're the smartest badass.
Well, you're the one who forced me to get a partner.
Dylan's rubbed off on me.
So now, if you could just rub off on him, my job would be a breeze.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
I know he's a genius, but I don't know how you do it.
Mm, he's an acquired taste.
She'd make me do And all I did was follow through I never saw a gal so small So, you've made a decision? I have.
I'm hoping it's good news.
I can't imagine that you'd come to tell me no.
That's your move.
Julian, that was years ago.
I hope you won't let our past get in the way of this.
Our past is past.
Whoever is trying to shut down New York's first responder system they have a bigger game at play.
- Which is? - They're not telling me.
But I do know that the president of Turkey will be addressing the UN General Assembly next week.
You always knew how to seduce me.
Amazing things that she could do.
Still working? Have to.
If my whole town suffers from restorative nostalgia, then I probably do, too.
So I'm just going over my early notes, see if I missed anything.
What time does your mom get back from work? You hungry again? (LAUGHS) No, I just I want to hear more about the old Garfield, the place everyone wishes to go back to.
Does she keep old photos? Does she.
Right over there.
But it's not really a history of Garfield.
It's more of a history of me.
Are these all you? (SCOFFS) You were adorable.
Well, I warned you doting mom.
Oh, look at Main Street.
It's booming.
This is the kind of thing that I (PHONE BUZZING) Oh, it's Lizzie.
Tell her I said hi.
Hey, what's up? Just calling to say hi.
Okay.
Hi.
Solved the case yet? We have some leads.
(SIGHS) How do you do it? Do what? You're thousands of miles away, and I still couldn't get your voice out of my head today.
Oh, that must have been just awful.
Shockingly, it helped.
Did you collar that incel? Turns out it wasn't the incel.
Uh, it was Emily's coach, an entirely different abusive man with his own twisted way of treating women.
How'd you get him? I did what you do.
I didn't just laser focus.
I stepped back, got an outsider's perspective.
I do that? You do that.
(SPUTTERS) Maybe I should do it right now.
Thanks, Lizzie, you're the best.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- I got to go.
I'm the best for pointing out that you're the best? Okay, hear me out.
Who in this town does not seem affected by restorative nostalgia? Who did we meet today who does not seem trapped in the past but who, oddly, has moved on, like an outsider, undamaged by the factory's closing or by Ken Rego's murder? His own son? Am I wrong? No.
You're not.
Check out the tent.
Cowboy blanket.
So, that's you and? Cormac Rego.
Is everything okay? Uh, we need to talk to Cormac.
Well, he left hours ago.
He flew back to the plant in Mexico.
Okay.
Thanks.
Yes.
Yes, I see.
I can't believe we had him and let him slip away.
- Okay, thanks, Fucci.
- He take off yet? Yeah, but not to Mexico City.
Back to New York? He landed at JFK an hour ago.