Clarice (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Father Time - full transcript

ESQUIVEL: Previously on Clarice:

CLARICE: Angela Bird, Tess Laughty,
and Sandra Bishop are interviewed

by Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

DNA says you were right. Hudlin
was the man you saw at Woodhaven

the night Marilyn
Felker killed herself.

CLARICE: Karolina Savich
was here on a student visa

sponsored by Global
Health Horizons.

ESQUIVEL: Hudlin
led us to Karolina,

who was sponsored here in
the States by Tyson Conway,

whose dad owns
Alastor Pharmaceuticals.

Tyson is our way to Nils.



- NILS: Special Agent Clarice Starling.
- CLARICE: Mr. Hagen.

Do you like art? It's inspired by
Alastor himself. Son of Cronos.

Clarice, are you sure that this
story you've been telling yourself

- is the whole story?
- Your daddy's a thief.

What happens if you find out
you've been building yourself on a lie?

[Horn honks in distance]

[Siren wails in distance]

[Door opens]

Oh, sorry about that.

You do not want to mess with the
parking cops in this part of the town.

Thank you for being
willing to switch days.

LI: Patients have professional
conflicts all the time.

I hope that whatever you
have tomorrow goes well.

We're just seizing some
financial documents.



That sounds routine. Is
there anything about this case

that would make you...

There are pieces of a
memory floating around.

- Alright.
- But I can't put them together.

I can't...

I feel stupid and helpless,
and it is sticking in my craw.

- You don't do well with helpless.
- No, ma'am.

Why don't you tell me
what you can remember?

[Sighs]

- It won't make any sense.
- It doesn't need to.

You don't have to
have the whole picture.

You're allowed to
have blind spots.

- [Scoffs]
- What?

I don't have time
for this. I'm busy.

Why can't you say
that you're angry?

[Sighs]

Unprocessed trauma often
manifests itself into anger.

- I can help you if you talk to me.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I'd say I'm angry
if I was angry, but I am busy.

I am busy trying to do my
job, and I don't need any more

of these SOS calls
from my subconscious.

I thought you were gonna
help me wrap all this up,

and instead, you're just planting
these little angry seeds in my brain

- when I'm not angry.
- Okay.

You're not angry.

CATHERINE: Everyone actually
really cares about their jobs here.

- I'm learning stuff.
- Good.

- [Sighs]
- What?

Cat, parties I'm investigating
are trying to get at me through you,

through the... incident
with Lila Gumb.

- I'm so sorry, Mom...
- No. Stop.

This subject is politically
connected, and he has deep pockets.

He has everything to lose.

- We should expect the worst.
- So?

They're not the only ones
who can play games, Mom.

- That's true.
- I can take the hit.

But you need to hit back harder.

I just hate that you're
in the line of fire.

I'm here. I'll own it.

Fry their asses, Mom.

Really make it hurt.

- [Radio chatter]
- [Clarke clears throat]

I need to take a leak.

- Really? Come on, man.
- Hey, hey.

Just hold it. We're
about to get the signal.

AG's gonna green-light
the raid any second.

Yeah, I can't. I can't hold it.

- [Clears throat]
- Try this.

- [Zipper unzips]
- Uh, anybody got a bigger bottle?

[Men chuckle]

Oh, relax. Starling
can handle it.

[Inhales deeply]

- [Sighs]
- [Vehicle door opens]

Where's your manners, man?

Okay, we got the
green light to go in.

We've got Alastor on fraud,

but we need to dig deep
to catch the guys at the top.

Find the thing that
connects Nils to it all.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

[Doors slide open]

Nils Hagen. I'm
Agent Paul Krendler.

And this is a warrant granting me
permission to search the premises.

[Radio chatter in distance]

TRIPATHI: So this is it?

Yeah. Nils really
liked showing it to me.

- This painting goes deep with him.
- Interesting.

CLARICE: He ascribes
special meaning to objects.

There's some sort of
magical thinking going on.

TRIPATHI: It's... weird.

"Weird"? Is that
a clinical term?

It's an Eva Gallows,
but it's weird.

Her style is unmistakable,
and yet this is unlike

any of her other paintings
that I've ever seen.

- It's out of character.
- Well, means something to him.

Let's take the damn
thing and figure out why.

On three.

[Radio chatter]

I love Raid Day.

He's hoping Santa
will bring him a pony.

Oh, don't laugh.
Murray confiscated

a miniature Shetland once
while working narcotics.

I'll settle for a couple
of forged checks

and a ledger for an
offshore bank account.

AG wants us to
put cuffs on Hagen.

- In an evidentiary raid?
- Mm-hmm.

- He must have really pissed her off.
- It's a bold move.

Let the cameras catch
him doing the perp walk.

Reminds the world he's mortal.

Looks like he beat
us to the cameras.

NILS: It's painful to hear these
accusations against Alastor.

I founded this company
when I was only 34 years old.

[Coughs] I wanted to
make the world a little kinder.

- Ease some suffering.
- [Camera shutters clicking]

And it has been
my privilege to do so

for the past... [Coughs]

50 years. [Wheezes]

But I love this company.

- They are eating this up, boy.
- "I'm a weak old man."

You know what would
help that wheezing

is a nice tap to
the solar plexus.

NILS: I've let myself go
blind to some bad actors.

But I promise you,
my eyes are open now.

I intend to cooperate
fully with law enforcement.

- KRENDLER: Mr. Hagen.
- Hey.

No need.

- Agent...
- Krendler.

Agent, may I?

- [Inhales deeply, wheezes]
- This is outrageous.

He's doing his job.

NILS: And I will
do whatever I can

to find out how my
company has gone astray,

and we will heal the
harm that has been done.

[Camera shutters clicking]

My eyes are open.

My eyes are open now.

[Reporters
shouting indistinctly]

Thank you. No further statement.

[Shouting continues]

♪ There's power in the blood ♪

♪ In the precious
blood of the Lamb ♪

[Krendler sighs]

What am I looking at?

I had a cousin who painted like
this between story time and nap time.

[Clears throat] Nils
said this was Cronos,

a God in Greek mythology
who emasculated his father

and believed that his own
children would overthrow him,

- so he swallowed them.
- Nice. Geez.

"Li-berry," will you put us
out of our misery, please?

This is an original Eva Gallows.

Nils commissioned it when
she was an up-and-coming artist.

It is extraordinary. But it
is unlike any Eva Gallows

I've ever seen before. She doesn't
usually use these color blocks,

and she doesn't work
in this encaustic style

of thick build-ups of paint.

If Nils commissioned it, he
gave her instructions, right?

A commissioned painting is,
uh, usually a mirror of its patron.

Well, then she probably
has an in on his psychology

- that no one else does.
- TRIPATHI: I believe that.

Well, let's grill
Hagen about it.

U.S. Attorney asked us to
cut him loose an hour ago.

- Son of a bitch.
- CLARKE: Oh. Mm.

He and the AG are probably
at each other's throats

over that little melodrama
in front of the cameras.

Mm. You and Starling
go see this artist.

See if she's got
anything to say.

You two, get into the
evidence we seized today.

If we don't tie
this guy directly,

he is flying off to a
private island somewhere.

[Sighs]

[Birds cawing]

NILS: You've been building
this house for a long time.

When you first started, you
and Sophia were still married.

- That's right.
- The girls were, ah, tiny.

Not so much anymore.

[Inhales deeply]

I'm... sorry for today. I've
got calls into my cont...

Once the ink is
dry on this merger,

you will be a rich man,
and they will be back.

I've been on the
phone all morning.

Everyone is still very
eager to move ahead.

This will all get taken
care of with a fine.

You will handle it beautifully.

Thank you.

Thank you, Joseph.

[Inhales deeply]

[Mellow rock music
playing over speakers]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

CLARICE: Thank you
for your time, Ms. Gallows.

- Mm.
- Time passes quickly here.

Thank you. Glad you like them.
So, you're here to talk about

the painting I made
for Nils Hagen?

Well, um, actually, we wanted to
talk about why it's not your painting.

I've studied orphans,

works that are intentionally
outside of an artist's oeuvre

are, uh, oftentimes the
more interesting chapters

- of an artist's journey.
- Well, not this one.

People abandon things out
of callousness. Or necessity.

You don't want to
own this, Ms. Gallows?

Look, Nils paid me. A lot.

And the commission
was very specific.

The details weren't up to
me. He controlled everything.

He even had a... a paint
lab make custom pigment.

So, in the end, it seemed
like he really just wanted that

blank canvas with my name on it.

You can't orphan something
that was never yours.

CLARICE: Well, that's kind of
passing the buck, Ms. Gallows.

It was a job, and I did it. You
can't understand that, Agent?

I'd like to talk about the
original subject matter...

Agent Starling, I think we
got everything we're gonna get.

- Thanks, Eva.
- Sure.

Why did you cut me off?

TRIPATHI: Sorry, we don't
know the right questions yet.

We can push her
harder. She knows more.

Well, first, we need to
unpack what she did tell us.

She told us that she painted it,

and she doesn't know a
thing about it. That's crap.

She told us that we might
think we're looking at a painting,

when in reality, we're
looking at a blank canvas.

[Mellow folk music
playing over radio]

[Silverware clinking, footsteps]

♪ Look inside my
woman's eyes to see ♪

♪ I love you, babe ♪

♪ Do you love me? ♪

♪ I love you, babe ♪

- ♪ Do you love me? ♪
- [Sighs]

- [Sighs]
- [Vehicle approaching]

[Sinister music plays]

[Vehicle door opens]

[Telephone rings]

- Krendler.
- HUDLIN: [On phone] It's Joe.

Joe.

Nils Hagen doesn't
pay compliments.

- Joe, what's going on?
- I want you to tell my daughters

I never did any of
the... sexual stuff.

I even tried to help Karolina out.
I gave her money, a place to stay.

What are you talking about?

- Joe?
- Don't let my girls think

I was a sick monster.
I never touched...

- Tell me where you are.
- Two young daughters at home.

I never touched
any of those women.

Joe, tell me where
you are. I'll come to you.

When I landed at
Alastor, I told my wife,

"Our ship's finally come in."

Now she doesn't
even pick up my calls.

[Voice breaking] I
wanted them to be okay.

- Joe...
- I wanted my family to be okay.

- [Muffled screaming]
- Joe.

- [Dial tone]
- Joe!

[Muffled groaning]

[Vacuum whirring]

[Whistles]

[Gunshot]

[Police radio chatter,
indistinct conversations]

[Camera shutters
clicking echoes]

What's going on?

Hey, what are you
guys doing here?

Turf war. D.C.
Metro called us in.

Guess they got ViCAP
mixed up with Violent Crimes.

Well, it's pretty easy to do.

When Herman saw that Krendler
was already here when we pulled up...

HERMAN: Violent Crimes works
with local PD here! They called us!

KRENDLER: They got
their signals crossed.

Or maybe they were just looking
for a genuine FBI squad on the scene!

Oh, God, is your head
really this far up your ass?!

- Excuse me?
- I'm the one who called in local PD

to check on the deceased.
I was working him!

He was a major part of
a ViCAP investigation!

I was on the phone
with him when he died!

You were working him,
or was he working you?

- His suicide note.

He's confessed to
everything at Alastor.

He's confessed to
everything, period.

Wait, wha... What are
you... What are you doing?

Yeah, I'm, uh, having
a situation here.

- [Scoffs]
- Okay.

Someone on the line for you.

[Door slams]

My team! We don't need to
watch ViCAP kissing the AG's ass.

Leave this mess to them.

KRENDLER: Alright, everyone,
just a big misunderstanding.

ViCAP's got it. Thank you.
Drinks on us at McMurdo's.

I will be filing a complaint
with the SAC in the morning.

ViCAP, crime scene's over here.

[All murmuring indistinctly]

I guess this is what happens
when they let bitches have badges.

- AGENT 1: Yeah.
- AGENT 2: [Chuckles] Ooh.

- What'd you say?
- Alright, relax.

- Huh? Hey, what'd you say?
- CLARKE: Easy. Enough. Enough.

- What'd you say, huh?
- Esquivel. Esquivel! Stand down.

That's right, Agent
Taco Bell. Stand down.

Say one more thing,
huh? One more thing.

CLARKE: Trust
me, he's not worth it.

- What is going on?
- Tony, you want to leash your guys?

Eddie!

EDDIE: What are you
looking at, sweetheart?

Huh? Had enough Mexican takeout?
Hungry for something home grown?

- Ohh.
- Ooh-hoo-hoo.

Okay, okay! Knock
it off! Knock it off!

ViCAP, crime scene is in
the living room. Let's go.

CLARKE: Come on.

Tony, get your guys out of here,
or they're all getting written up.

- [Indistinct conversations]
- Let's go!

Eddie!

[Groaning]

[Police radio chatter]

RUTH: Yeah, I don't
believe this for a second.

Hudlin took advantage of an old
man and took over his company,

and the murders and the clinical
trials all fall on Hudlin and no one else?

Please. I'm surprised he
didn't confess to killing JFK.

We did find evidence that
corroborates. Financials.

They checked out.

That he just happened to have
on hand before killing himself.

It's their MO. We would have
pinned it all on Marilyn Felker

if Starling hadn't kept looking.

What do we have that
ties Hagen directly?

- He is a dangerous man.
- Not much.

Starling is keyed in on this
painting Nils is obsessed with.

She's building a profile, but other
than that, we're coming up dry.

[Sighs]

I'm feeling a lot of
pressure to close this.

Everyone stands to profit
if Alastor is sold to W&W.

- Everyone.
- How long can you hold it off?

- We need more time, Ruth.
- We have one move

at the most, Paul.
So use me wisely.

- [Footsteps approaching]
- [Dog barking in distance]

CLARICE: Everything alright?

Everyone knows about
what happened last night.

- Yeah, well, you heard him.
- I did.

And I wanted to knock
him out, too. But I didn't.

Well, I guess the
stress of it all is just...

George wants me to file
paperwork about it for the lawsuit.

- Why?
- They want it on the record

that you do things like break
people's noses and get promoted.

And I don't.

Well, you got to do what you
got to do, and I support you.

- You know that.
- That's not really the point.

Okay, then what's the point?

Clarice, you assaulted
a fellow agent.

- That's not like you.
- Well, I'm fine.

[Clears throat]

I am fine.

- [Keys jingling]
- [Door opens]

[Door shuts]

[Spraying echoes]

Eva said Nils wasn't
interested in her work.

What he wanted
was, essentially...

a blank canvas.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

TRIPATHI: There's a long tradition
of paintings on top of paintings.

Vasari painting over da Vinci.
Van Gogh painted over himself.

In this case, it just so happens

that the painting on
top is the hidden one.

It... It's Cronos. That's
what he kept saying.

But why not just have the
painting? Why so cryptic?

Nils doesn't
traffic in humility.

ESQUIVEL: Why
are you using luminol?

This isn't a bedspread
from the Travelodge.

Well, you can keep your
motel adventures to yourself,

but everything glowing
up there... is, uh, biological.

Mm.

Eva said that Nils provided
the pigment for the base.

- Blood? Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh, man.

Yeah. Um, don't
know if it's human.

Well, it's not illegal, but
it's too weird not to pursue.

Get the artist in here.

Hudlin hinted at something
even darker going on.

Said he didn't want
his daughters to think

he was "involved
with the sex stuff."

This isn't about sex. This
is about power and anger.

Not everyone
knows the difference.

Well, we should ask
our artist about that, too.

With Hudlin's "suicide confession,"
Nils Hagen can just run the clock out.

- Hm.
- [Sighs]

KRENDLER: AG Martin
has given us a Hail Mary,

a warrant to search
Global Health Horizons.

Alastor is GHH's primary donor.
Maybe there's something there.

Starling, you talk
to Tyson Conway.

- You have the best relationship with him.
- CLARKE: Mm-hmm.

KRENDLER: If he's smart,
he's scared. Bring him over.

- Tell him it's his last shot.
- Yes, sir.

- Okay.
- Let's do it.

Starling, hang on.

- [Door opens]
- The Black Coalition

- cited the incident with Eddie...
- [Door closes]

the fact that you
weren't reprimanded.

To demonstrate a disparity

between how Black and
Caucasian agents are treated?

Well, they have a point, sir.

Look, you were provoked
last night. I was there.

And I saw how you were
treated in the van before the raid.

- I'd be upset, too.
- Respectfully, sir,

"upset" is for when
someone breaks a nail.

I'd be righteously pissed off,
too. But you got to take it in stride.

- I usually do.
- I know.

I promised the Director
that this is the case.

- But he wants confirmation.
- Confirmation, sir?

Get your therapist to sign that.

Yes, sir.

Conway first. Clock's
ticking, Starling.

Get out of here.

- [Radio chatter]
- Starling. Take a look at this.

- Itineraries?
- For the scholarship recipients.

You coming after me now?

The evidence we
gathered from Alastor

contained some troubling things.

You're working me now.
I can tell by your eyes.

- I'm trying to protect you.
- [Sighs]

There are billions
of dollars on the line.

People get crazy around
that kind of money.

- God.
- If you talk to me now,

I can help you. The
FBI, we can help you.

But it has got to be now.
There won't be another chance.

I don't know anything.

Okay, look. Ty, when
we love someone,

we see who we need them to be.

So let me be your
eyes right now, okay?

- Your father is a dangerous man.
- No, he's not.

I study dangerous people, and
your father is a different species.

He scares me, and
I don't scare easy.

I know this is so hard, and I'm
sorry, but you might have to consider

that he does not have
your best interest at heart.

Don't talk about him that way.

Joe Hudlin is dead.

He turned up dead last night.

Hudlin was the bad
actor in all of this.

Everything went bad
when Joe Hudlin showed up.

I think you know better.
It went bad long before.

My father came up hard. He lost
most of his family when he was a kid.

That's why he's a bit hard.
But... he's a good man.

Ty, your father sells a drug he
knows will cause birth defects.

That is not what
a good man does.

[Pager buzzes, beeping]

[Buzzing, beeping stop]

You know, I'd hoped
I'd never see this again.

TRIPATHI: The painting is
unlike anything you've done

before or since.

[Sighs] What's the
story here, Eva?

EVA: [Sighs]

I'd had shows that
were well-reviewed.

[Sighs] But I couldn't
break through.

My professors... they were
men. They were all men.

They basically told me...

Well, they couldn't
understand why I wasn't jumping

at the opportunity
to find a patron.

You were young. When you hear
something enough, you believe it.

Nils Hagen took an interest.

He had such an amazing
collection, impeccable taste.

I was so hungry.
And he liked my work.

Put me up in this amazing
loft. It was intoxicating.

Yeah, I bet. And controlling?

- Yeah, that's a word for it.
- You must've been terrified.

By the time I realized how
bad it was, I couldn't get out.

He wanted children. With me.

Eva, did you want to
have children with him?

You know he wouldn't use
birth control? He wouldn't let me.

He monitored my...
[Breathes shakily] all of that.

But I have known since I
was 15 that I can't have kids.

And when I finally needed to
get away from him, I told him.

- I can't imagine he was kind.
- He was very angry.

And I was afraid.

One day, he just
came into my room.

The first time I'd seen
him smile in weeks.

And he says he's
going to commission me

to make him a painting.
And then, he'd let me go.

TRIPATHI: And that's
how this painting happened.

Yes.

CLARICE: Well, we've
sprayed the painting in luminol.

- Whose blood is that?
- It's his blood.

That's Nils Hagen's blood?

He'd draw it over days
and watch me paint.

Look, I know that he might
be a dream for a shrink,

but that wasn't my
job. I wanted out.

Some people... [Scoffs]

They're just
unfathomable, you know?

It's weird, that, in the corner.

- Is there something under the paint?
- Where, Esquivel?

ESQUIVEL: Five
stars. Right here.

CLARICE: Huh.

[Knife clicks]

ESQUIVEL: Eva, did you do this?

No. Those aren't mine.

He could have added
them. Anyone could have.

Do you think Eddie
knows you're not Mexican?

- No, I don't think he cares.
- Mm.

Krendler's sending me to my shrink
to atone for breaking his stupid nose.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they don't like it when
we lash out. I think it scares them.

But sometimes, it's...
it's right there, you know?

The rage. Right
under the surface.

I saw a lot of crap in
my service days. It's...

It's been a lot of work for me
to... keep the monster at bay.

Do you mean last night?
That was your monster?

- [Elevator bell dings]
- Sort of.

Yeah.

[Panel beeps]

But you were defending me.

I can defend you
without hurting myself.

Jesse says that if I
keep hurting myself,

I can't help anyone else.

Hey, thank you.
For defending me.

Well, I hate how
he talked to you.

You know, hate,
it's a lot to carry.

Esquivel.

Sometimes, I don't
think I can hack it here.

LI: To strike another
officer is extreme.

You must have already
been at a high emotional pitch

when you arrived at
the scene. Were you?

Still all the anger
around the past?

- Maybe memories of your father?
- Something like that.

In his notes, your past therapist
was concerned about suppressed rage.

[Chuckles]

I need to know what I'm
missing. What about hypnosis?

I want to. Maybe I can find it.

Your anger is not in the
past. It's in the present.

You already know the truth.

Getting the memory from
me will make it feel less real,

make it hurt less.

You know, the people I study.

At the end of the day,
they're all just looking

- for a way to feel powerful.
- You think I want power over you?

I think anyone who dissects
other people craves power, yes.

You think that about yourself?

You use your hand to cover
your arm. There are burn marks.

Go on.

I know you did not grow
up in this neighborhood.

I hear your accent. Suburban.

You learned your English by
hearing native speakers in the home,

and affluent ones, at that.

And I'm guessing that scar
travels all the way up your arm.

I'm guessing you have burn
marks covering your body.

You didn't return to Chinatown
to serve your community.

This is where you search
for the thing that was lost.

This is where you cope
with why you are even alive.

- You want to finish?
- I'm finished.

I just have one question.
Why are you trying to sabotage

your chances of going
back to work today?

- [Chuckles]
- And I'm not saying that

because you just lashed
out at me. I can take that.

We've talked about how your job

triggers the emotions
of a past trauma.

I see how your
experience with Buffalo Bill

has brought a deeper hurt
with your father to the surface.

But the question is, how will
you live without feeling like

everything you do is built
on it? Because it is not.

But it seems like you're
asking me to supply a memory

that you already have, and
you want me to force you

to stop going to a job
that traumatizes you.

And both of those things
need to come from you.

- I fought for my job. I love my job.
- Do you?

You are not its prisoner.
You are not in its well.

You can decide yourself
not to go back to work today.

But forcing yourself to go
when you're traumatized...

Well, that's just
turning rage on yourself.

- [Knock on door]
- KRENDLER: Starling.

CLARICE: Sir.

- Li wouldn't sign my slip.
- Mm, damn it. I'm gonna call her.

We need you today.

[Thump echoes]

What's this?

I think Dr. Li agrees with
the Bureau. About my fitness.

- [Receiver clicks]
- She didn't say anything to me.

The day I got into Quantico
was the best day of my life.

It is all I ever wanted.
I was on the path.

And then something...

changed me, and now I'm just...

I can't do my job.
I am seeing red.

- We all do sometimes.
- No, all the time.

Like a monster, and
it won't let me be.

I can't be who I'm
supposed to be.

I can't be the agent I am supposed
to be, and that is killing me.

- That is...
- Starling. This job gets to all of us.

I had to leave for a time to get
sober. You need to take a minute.

Go for a run. Clear
your head. Do not quit.

You're a decent man,
sir, and a good father.

I know being a father is
important to you. And...

Well, I'm grateful to have
gotten some time in your unit.

I haven't had
something like this in a...

a long... long while.

But if I stay, it'll kill me.

[Sighs]

- REBECCA: Agent Starling?
- Rebecca?

Where have you been?
After you disappeared, we...

I never left. Not really.

I couldn't with those women
still twisting in the wind.

When I saw Nils Hagen in
handcuffs, I knew that I had to step up.

- It's not my case anymore.
- What?

Go inside. Tell anyone on
ViCAP. They can help you.

- You can trust them.
- I trust you.

- You were there with me.
- I'm sorry, Rebecca,

ma'am, but it is not
my case anymore.

If you change your mind.

"Whose stories
are worth telling?"

You don't just close
the book, Agent Starling.

ARDELIA: I see
you're redecorating.

Well, you learn to live
with the absurdities.

[Chuckles] What's up?
Why do you need me?

Well, you're smarter than us.

It's painted in blood.
Nils Hagen's blood.

- That's confirmed?
- Yeah. We need DNA samples.

Just when I think there's hope
for our species. Where's Clarice?

Why are you trying to sabotage
your chances of going back?

[Clarice panting]

LI: You're asking me to supply
a memory that you already have.

Your daddy's a coward.

LI: [Echoing] You
are not its prisoner.

You are not in its well.

You already know the truth.

A memory that you already have.

[Hands slap, Clarice panting]

[Distorted] A memory
that you already have.

Stop! [Panting]

FATHER: You're
my good little deputy.

[Clarice panting]

LI: A memory that you already...

- [Cocks]
- [Grunts]

[Panting]

[Whimpers]

FATHER: Hey.

You know what you
need to do, right?

You're my good little deputy.

[Hands slap]

[Sighs]

[Indistinct conversations]

Your daddy's a coward.

Your daddy's a thief.

You think I won't do nothing
in front of your little girl?

I should kill you for sending
her and put her out of her misery

for having to carry
you her whole life!

[Echoing] Whole life!
Whole life! Whole life!

[Clarice sobbing]

[Coughing, retching]

[Sobbing]

[Echoing] You're
my good little deputy.

[Clattering echoes]

[Sighs]

[Inhales deeply]

LI: What matters is
how you're going to live

without feeling that
everything you do is built on it.

Because it's not.

[Train whistle in distance]

ARDELIA: First, I never want to
see anything like this ever again.

- ESQUIVEL: What'd you find?
- [Sighs]

The sample from the painting,
it was fetal. Fetal tissue.

- [Sighs]
- Yeah.

ARDELIA: There's tissue
from five separate fetuses

on Ms. Gallows' painting.
Three female, two male.

They all had different mothers,
none of whom are in the Bu system,

but they all had the
same father: Nils Hagen.

- Wha... How could he possibly...
- Probably miscarriages.

None were viable. They
all had severe abnormalities.

None of them would
have even survived to term.

I also tested Karolina
Savich's baby.

- That's the suicide?
- Yeah, that's right.

Hudlin mentioned
it before he died.

ARDELIA: That baby also
had developmental issues.

Hell of a coincidence.

- Nils Hagen was the father.
- To all of these children.

Hagen's impregnating women.

- Why?
- Who cares why?

Myth? Immortality?

I'm saying right now, I'm sick of
men and what they leave behind.

I'm sick of it.

[Kettle whistling]

KRENDLER: How many women
can you forcibly impregnate and...

miscarry for you?

Even for a multi-millionaire,
how does someone not notice?

For God's sake.

Not if your kid is
bringing over fresh women

specifically from
war-torn countries.

Ty said it himself, half
the women he brought over

- don't have a home to go back to.
- [Intercom buzzing]

Receipts from the travel
agency that books travel for GHH.

The men get a ticket to
come over and go back.

- But the women...
- Young women under 30.

They're going one way.

Conway's been trafficking
women for his father.

CLARKE: That bastard's more
dangerous than his old man.

- Hello?
- TY: Agent Starling, it's Ty.

- Ty, what are you doing here?
- Can I come up?

I need to talk to you.
My father. Please.

- [Dog barking in distance]
- He knew.

I can't live with this. Please.

I need you.

I need to... I need to help you.

- [Button clicks]
- Come on up.

[Door buzzing]