Instinct (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Wild Game - full transcript

Previously on lnstinct:

Welcome to
Abnormal Behavioral Analysis.

My name is
Professor Dylan Reinhart.

You read my book?

What's it about?

Abnormal behavior.

You need to focus
on getting yourself

and this book into better shape.

It's funny you should say that.

A cop came to my class today.

Detective Elizabeth
Needham, NYPD.



Dino Moretti was found

dead in a nightclub in
the Meatpacking District.

Before Dino died, the
killer sent your book

to the homicide
division.

I want to go see a friend
who may be able to help.

Great. I'll drive. He works undercover.

You think it's someone
who found out you're CIA?

LIZZIE:
Wait. Andy is your husband?

If the teaching thing
gets boring,

I could use a partner
in any form I can get.

Maybe you should
have been a cop.

♪

[doorbell buzzes]

MAN:
Nora.



Oh.
[chuckles]

This is a surprise.

Sebastian, how are you?

Selena still away?

Yeah, she gets home
tomorrow.

Um, come in.
I'll put some coffee on.

No, that's okay.
I-I wanted to deliver this.

It's a new
partnership proposal.

[chuckles softly]

Well, I'm happy to
take a look at it,

but I... I really
can't extend

your repayment
deadline again.

Look, I know
how vulnerable

things are right now
for you and Roman.

What, you mean in our marriage

or in the fact that we're
losing our business to you?

Both.

And I'm... I'm-I'm really sorry,

but that's the contract
we signed.

Well, I thought I'd

give it one last shot, but...

no, I get it.

We were so desperate
for capital,

we signed a deal with the devil.

[chuckling]:
Nora, I am not the devil.

I... I love your restaurant.

And you won't be satisfied
until it's yours.

[panting]

[watch beeping]

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, sweetheart.

You boarding?
Not yet.

But don't worry,
I'll be home soon.

Really? [chuckles]

Good night, honey.[phone beeps]

[yells in pain]

[groaning]

[yelling in pain]

DYLAN: When thinking
about abnormal behavior,

ask yourself who gets to define
what "abnormal" means.

Abnormal is a departure
from the norm.

People who are different,
like Michelangelo or Lady Gaga,

must be abnormal,

so clearly normal is boring.

[typing]

Sometimes normal can mean
not thinking, just doing.

Sometimes people get
so focused on the spoken word

that they totally miss
what is going on

in front of their very eyes.

Cory, what are you doing?

Taking notes.
Mm-hmm.

So, what did I just say?

Nope, don't look.

Today we are going to try
something really abnormal

for students,
ladies and gentlemen.

We're gonna try and listen
without taking notes.

Does anyone have a boyfriend
or a girlfriend?

Mm-hmm, so when you're out
in the moonlight

or the light of your devices

and you're listening
to your beloved pour out

their heart and souls to you,
do you take notes?

Because watching someone's eyes
or affect

can increase the brain's ability
to process words.

And avoid a nasty breakup.[laughter]

[rapid typing]

Cory, you're gonna have to go.

Professor Reinhart,
I'm really sorry.

DYLAN:
Cory.

My guess is you won't soon
forget this experience.

Is that true?

Yes, Professor.

And you didn't write down
a single word about it.

Come on back to your seat.[laughter]

Give the kid a hand.

[applause]

I've never seen
anything like it.

It is strange.

JASMINE:
Lizzie.

Hey, Lieutenant.

What's this about?

So, uh...

vic's name is
Sebastian Trevor.

43, venture capitalist.

His widow is flying
back from Bogotá,

where she was
visiting family.

Lot of weirdo going on here,
but likely cause of death

is slow bleed from perhaps
a pronged projectile.

No weapon found.

All good to know,
but I'm asking...

What are you doing here?

It's my case. I'm up.

You're on medical leave.

You got shot on duty.
Go home.

Two weeks ago.

I'm cured early.

Doc agreed. This one's mine.

Well, I'll call Sosa
to partner.

He's on a case.

Fucci, then.

With his
weak stomach, no way.

You do know that I'm your boss?

And dearest friend.

If you are cured,

then it's time for you
to know...

You will have a partner
on this case.

Now, I cut you slack
because of Charlie...

Jas... No, tough girl.

We're getting real.

I am so sorry Charlie died,

but you can't
work alone anymore.

You need a partner. So...

how about Dylan Reinhart?

The professor?

No, he's too busy,

not interested,
not a cop.

Yeah, but didn't he say
that if you ever had

a special case that spoke
to his expertise...?

Yeah, he was just being polite.

Wait, this murder...
Highly ritualized,

the work of a sick mind.

It's right up his alley.

Call him.

I'll get off your back.

[cell phone buzzing]

Oh, Detective Needham.

Hey. Privacy.

[chuckling]:
Darling...

I'm your book editor.

You owe me another best seller.

You have no right to privacy.

And I can't believe
you got here on time.

And why don't you
want to talk to her?

[sighs]

Because I'm meeting
with you.

We have nothing to talk about

since you've turned your
back on your next book.

I have not turned my back.

I just had second thoughts
about working with the NYPD.

Dylan, Freaks...
That was a best seller

because people really love

the Dylan Reinhart take
on abnormal behavior.

Follow it up by the
Dylan Reinhart take

on working
with the NYPD.

So I suppose my third book

will be the Dylan Reinhart take
on world peace?

Well, no, 'cause there'll be
no third book

if we can't sell the second one.

See? You know,
people really

love your... your
"adrenaline junkie" thing.

I have a normal life now.

Teaching and Andy.[cell phone buzzing]

I didn't want to upend all that.

You know, she just might be
calling to say, "Hey..."

Hey... Detective.

Oh. Prof... uh...

Professor Reinhart.

Thank you for coming.
Ah.

It's good to see you back at
work so soon, Detective Needham.

Please call me Lizzie.
And I appreciate you

taking my call. My pleasure.

And please call me Dr. Reinhart.

Oh.

Kidding.

[both chuckle]

Call me Dylan.
Just Dylan, remember?
Okay.

Okay. Dylan.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

I-I know how busy you are.Sure.

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry I changed my mind.

My life is so incredibly busy
at the moment, and I just...

Totally understand.
You're not a cop.

But you did say
that if I ever

had a case that spoke
to your expertise...

I will totally weigh in.

Great. So, I just need
a couple hours of your time

to help me profile a killer.

Body's still here?

Let's do it.

Thanks.

Head shaving
in a tonsure pattern,

body displayed rack-like,

so maybe an historic
or mythological fixation.

Definitely punishment.

Was the murder weapon an arrow?

Possibly.
This shard was found.

Could be part
of the weapon. Get it carbon-dated.

And test the substance
in the mouth.

Already happening.

My guess is bread.

Bread? Don't touch.

Or taste.

Smell's okay?

This is gonna take more
than a few hours.

But you can help?

Oh, I'm in.

♪

Again, I am so sorry
for your loss.[sobbing]

And we are as anxious as you
to catch your husband's killer.

If you could just answer
a few questions for me...

Selena! Oh, my God,
I just got your message.

Honey.
Oh, Nora!

SELENA: What am
I going to do?

Oh, honey.

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm Selena's friend,
Nora Cecchino.

I'm sorry to
interrupt.

SELENA:
Oh, Nora, this wasn't

how it was supposed
to happen.

Oh, honey, I know.

I know.

SELENA: And now the police
are questioning me.

Oh, it's just procedure.

You know, my friend has just
suffered a terrible loss.

I think she needs
some time.

Any chance you
could do this later?

Sure.

Honey...
[sobbing]

NORA:
My God.

LIZZIE:
Lab results came back.

It was bread in
the vic's mouth.

How'd you know?

Bread could be
a twisted form of penitence

in the killer's mind.

Did you know that last rites
only began in the Middle Ages?

I did not know.
Now I do.

That would work
with the monk's haircut

and the ritualized display.Huh.

And, presumably, as a new widow,

Selena is set
to inherit a fortune.

Yeah, of course,
and she could have

hired someone to do the
job, but here's a twist:

Nora Cecchino isn't just
Selena's dear friend.

Legal papers at
the residence show

that Nora and her
husband Roman Cecchino

were deeply in debt to Trevor.

When you said "a late lunch"...

Uh...

bacon cheeseburger
and fries, please, and...

Um... [stammers]
it's my first time here.

I need a minute.

Burgers are really good.

Wait. Are the Cecchinos
the Cecchinos

of Cecchino's Restaurant,
one of the

hardest-to-get reservations
in all of Manhattan?

Yeah, Cecchino's.

Farm to table,
very popular spot.

And also cash poor
and looking to expand.

Just, uh, get a burger.

Fast food slows down the brain.

Most new restaurants
don't turn a profit right away.

You know, more success,
more pressure.

He'll have a burger.

So, Trevor also drafted
a deadline for repayment

into the deal.
It's next week.

If the Cecchinos were unable
to return the investment,

he stood to acquire
their restaurant

and deed to their 40-acre farm.

Wow.

MAN:
Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.
You can keep the change.

Shouldn't we be going
to Cecchino's now?

Yeah, we are. Next stop.

They why are we eating
from a truck?

MAN:
Please, Detectives, this way.

We are a little slammed today.

Our hostess didn't show,
but, um,

we have someone else coming in.

Oh, no worries, Mr. Cecchino.

What a place. Thank you.

Please, um...

We can't believe
this tragedy.

Are you sure
it was foul play?

Oh, yes. The cause
of death was...

Oh, we're still investigating.

Oh. Uh, forgive me.

[clears throat]

We do not broadcast
the details.

Being honest engenders trust.

He could be a suspect.

Just saying.

So sorry. Uh...

Can I offer you anything
from today's menu?

Yes, please. Oh, no, thank you.

LIZZIE:
So you and your wife are owners,

but Trevor provided
the financing.

Yes, and Trevor could drive
a tough bargain.

Uh, but it was his money.

He was positioned
to take over the farm.

[sighs] Um...

He knew we wanted to grow.

I... I think he would have
come through for us in the end.

I have a question,
Mr. Cecchino.

Is there basil
in this béarnaise sauce?

I'll, um... [clears throat]

I'll get you the expert
who can answer that.

What?

Accepting gifts can
be a slippery slope.

I draw a bright line.

Even a free coffee
can be misconstrued

as a quid pro quo
for a cop.

Good thing I'm not a cop.

Detectives, this is
Haley, our chef.

Mmm. Love your food.

Love that you
love my food.

Without Haley,
I'd still be a farmer,

a wannabe restaurateur.

She's Cecchino's
secret weapon.

I... MAN: Roman.

Uh, I should say hello to him.

Oh, go ahead.

So, do you know
Sebastian Trevor?

Our sugar daddy? Sure.

Threw his weight around.

Endless string of
menu suggestions from the '90s.

Chewed with his
mouth open.

Not a fan.

[clattering]

I have to get back.

This excellent food
won't cook itself.

We'll be in touch.

Thanks.

We can pick this up tomorrow.

We'll do better getting them
in sit-down interviews.

And didn't we learn
more about them

by observing them
in their natural habitat?

He is nervous
and eager to please.

[plates clanking]HALEY: Not acceptable.

And she is exacting
and gets her own way.Mm-hmm.

We should get
some of this to go.

Mmm. Done.

In the future, we do not stuff

potential evidence
into our pockets.

We're investigating.

[sighing]:
Ay, ay, ay.

DYLAN:
What are you doing?

Is the honeymoon over?[chuckles] No.

Actually, I am making this
your own private study.

I'm moving the piano to give
you more room to catch killers.

I saw how much space

you needed for your last
investigation, so...

But this time, they only need me
for a couple of hours.

Huh. And yet it seemed
to take all day.

You know me too well.Mm-hmm.

But what about your desk?

Well, I have an office
at the bar.

One of the perks
of leaving my law practice...

Less work to bring home.

So help me move
this piano,

and tell me about
your new case.

Oh, it's an intriguing mix
of brutality and ritual.

The whole judge,
jury and executioner

implies splitting. A little help?

A... a primitive
defense mechanism,

a rigid sense of good or bad,
all or nothing.

All or nothing?
That sounds like someone I know.

Ah, well, it's true.

But in order to appreciate
the deviant mind,

it helps to be able to recognize

the less extreme forms
of those syndromes

within oneself.

Imagine looking
at others

and seeing either angels
or devils.

Look at you.

All fired up,
excited to save the world.

I love this
part of you.

Which is why I'm
giving you the office.

Now, help me with this piano,
will you,

before I pull something.

LIZZIE:
Turns out our chef

wasn't just too busy
to talk yesterday.

She was hiding a record.

Arrested for assault
two years ago.

She also has a restraining
order against her.

Recent?

Filed last week by
Sebastian Trevor.

Right before his murder.

I wouldn't want to get
on her bad side.

[crowd clamoring]

Out of my ear!

[clamoring continues]

[timer beeping; crowd cheering]

[grunts in frustration]

[cheering continues]

Shut up!
That wasn't even fair.

You had a head start.

Rage certainly
fits the profile.

And labile mood swings.

"Labile"?

Oh, it means a sudden
emotional response.

Bull!

Got it.

The restraining order
was bull.

Trevor only filed it
because I threatened

to do the same to him.

What was the problem?

Trevor was one of
those guys who thought

that every woman he met
should submit to his charms,

especially those
he thought he could rescue.

Did he force himself on you?

He was smarter than that.

It was a power thing.

And, uh, what about
your assault charges?

Yeah.

Uh, that was a chef
I worked under coming up.

He didn't want a woman
in his kitchen.

I took his abuse until I didn't.

It was a mistake
to hit him,

but I did
my community service,

and I completed
my anger management therapy.

Also, I'm sober now.
That really helped.

Didn't seem to help much
back there

when you lost your competition.

You should have seen the old me.

You'd have that girl in cuffs.

[chuckling]:
Oh.

If I'm free to go,

this steak needs
to be sliced,

seared and curled
onto butter lettuce

with mango confit
by lunchtime.

You're free to go.

Please don't leave town.

LIZZIE:
Her history is troubling,

and her alibi is weak:
"sleeping in alone."

I could take her in
on reckless endangerment

just for that knife throw.

People change.Yeah.

You should try it someday.
I've changed myself.

Oh. You mean you used to be
a more pompous know-it-all?

Haley's temper flair
could be consistent

with a borderline personality.

But she's steady now,
and I couldn't goad her.

For a fuller profile,

I'd need to spend
more time with her.

Maybe check out
that mango confit.

I'll take it from here
and be in touch.

Thank you.

Hello, Julian.

Who is it today?

MI6? Mossad? GDSE?

CIA.

I didn't know you
were still doing

surveillance work for the CIA.

Rather like the old days,
isn't it?

Feeling nostalgic?

Makes me wonder
just how many times

I have to remind you...
I am not a spy anymore.

Right, Professor, author
and local hero.Mm-hmm.

Do you know of any cartels
or international syndicates

that shave their victims' heads?

Man or woman?
Man.

Doubtful.
They prefer to cut deeper.

And how good are your sources
in Colombia?

I have a grieving widow whose
background needs to be checked.

The NYPD isn't on it? As you well know,

the official records don't
always tell the whole story.

Tell me what you need.
I'll see what I can find.

But then I'll owe you one.

Who's keeping score?

I thought I'd been dismissed.

Have I been un-dismissed
so soon?

Or have I inspired you
to enroll?

[both chuckle]

I rushed the lab report.

The bread is a match.

Same heirloom wheat
as Cecchino's.

And the metal fragment is from
an old Apache arrowhead.

Which means...?

Go on, you can say it.

Your instincts were right.

Mm-hmm.
So...

the metal fragment
is dated back to the 1870s.

Actually, I was hoping
for something older.

A medieval artifact
would pair neatly

with the head
shaving, suggesting

an obsession
with penitence.

Oh, well, scratch that.

Maybe our killer's symbolism
is more personal than historic.

Who has a collection
of 19th century weapons?

Okay, so now you're in
my area of expertise.

There is nothing missing
from the Met,

but guess whose family has
a vintage weapons collection,

and guess who was
a Junior Olympian in archery.

I'll give you a hint...
They're alive in this century.

Nora Cecchino.

You didn't let me guess.

So Cecchino's wife,
co-owner of the restaurant...

And dear friend
of the victim's widow.

Showed up on some CCTV footage
near the scene.

Really?

Their farm is a few miles north.

Wow.

This is a big step forward.

but this almost felt
like teamwork.

Let's go.

Uh...

Oh, oh, I-I'm happy
for you to join,

but please don't
interrupt my interview

with your random
questions.

Okay, maybe just a baby step.

[cows mooing]

[chickens clucking]

Here you go.
She's a hardy layer.

Oh, oh...
Oh.

[chuckles]
Rhode Island red.

Comparable to Faiyumi.

I kept a few in Egypt.

Well, you'll need
at least a pair.

Hens will die of loneliness.

Yeah. NORA: Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello.
Um, you know what, Gwen?

Th-These are actually not

our customers.

Oh. I'm so sorry about that. Got it?

NORA:
Trevor's wife Selena and I
bonded as soon as we first met.

And we promised
we would never

let money interfere
with our friendship.

But now that Selena is
heir to a big fortune,

your friendship
may pay off.

DYLAN:
Your farm is lovely.

That wasn't a question.

NORA:
Yes, it's been in Roman's
family for generations.

And I grew up
right over there.

Hi, honey.

Hey, Mom.

You and Roman,
you were childhood friends?

When we were eight,
we promised

we'd get married.
DYLAN: Oh.

It's both romantic
and a little weird.

But, um, when
we did marry,

we were so in love.

My dream of owning
our own restaurant,

getting the financing,
hiring Haley,

it all came together
like it was meant to be.

Is your marriage over?

You talked about Roman
in the past tense.

You said you were

in love.

Um, that's true, yeah.

It's all very amicable.

Everything is with Roman.

Um...

but I have my own place
in the city now.

We stay together
for the sake of our business

and, um, our daughter Bea.

ROMAN:
Hey there. Welcome.

Hey.

Oh, uh, Mr., uh, Cecchino.

Your wife was just
showing us your farm.

I almost didn't recognize you. ROMAN: Yeah.

[chuckling]:
This is the real me.

If Nora hadn't kicked my butt,

telling me we can
be more than just

family farmers, but...

I'm just an old-fashioned
country boy at heart.

[chuckles]

Would y'all like some ice cream?

We make it here
ourselves.

We...
Um, yes, we would.

NORA:
The collection belonged
to Roman's father.

As kids, we'd sneak them
and play make-believe,

everything from cowboys

to Camelot.

I hope to donate them to...

But because of our
financial situation,

we reached out to
several auction houses

to appraise the lot.

ROMAN:
I still think Trevor

would have come through,
helped us out.

NORA:
Roman believes
in everyone.

He's far more trusting than me.

Your daddy's the best. Yay, Daddy!

LIZZIE:
We may need to take

some of these,
dust them for prints.

We should check with
our lawyer on that.

They're quite valuable.

Oh, and I just cleaned them
for the appraisal,

so you'd only
find my prints.

LIZZIE:
Uh-huh.

Nora, is it true
you're an expert archer?

[Nora chuckles]

Used to be.

All kids around here
grow up bow-hunting,

but I haven't shot in ages.

DYLAN:
Was the carved

Apache arrow, circa 1870,
sold or...

removed?

What are you...?

No. It's gone?

NORA:
Oh, my God.

Was Trevor shot with an arrow?

So, we have one
murdered financier,

one missing murder weapon
and four suspects.

Why so ritualized?

The killer seemed to have

a disturbed need
to punish Trevor,

but also perhaps
to protect themselves.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.
I'll catch up.

Uh-huh.

About your grieving widow. What about her?

She made multiple calls
to a burner phone in Bogotá

before her trip.

And here's a tidbit
from her prenup:

There was a stipulation
that if no heir

was produced in the first
five years of marriage,

her access to his fortune
would be severely limited.

LIZZIE: So Selena stood
to gain millions

on her husband's death.

And their fifth
wedding anniversary

was coming up.

So, if she wanted
access to his wealth,

divorce was not an option.

She needed Trevor dead.

Where did you find out all this?

Who just called?

Does it matter?

It matters if I want
to get a warrant

to back these rumors up.
Yeah.

Well, you're getting a warrant
for the Cecchinos' farm.

Just get two. Come on.

You know it's not that simple.
It takes time.

I need to file
with probable cause,

or a judge won't even... Oh, you lost me at:
"It takes time."

Don't you want
to catch this killer?

Always, but it has to be
by the book.

Well, I guess
I'm just a sort of

"by any means possible"
kind of guy.

Which is just one more reason
that you're not a cop.

Moving on... the chef.

I don't think... I know you don't think

Haley's our killer, but she has
a history of violence,

a weak alibi,
she hated Trevor, she...

Hey, what I
was gonna say

before you cut me off
is that I don't think

you're wrong to keep
the chef as a suspect.

She's the only one
who's shown a capacity for rage.

[cell phone buzzing]Oh. Sorry.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Listen to this.

A call came in
a half a minute ago

for a disturbance...
A loud altercation

at Cecchino's Restaurant.

Wouldn't they
be closed by now?

Anybody here?

Police.

Oh, no.

Well, we can remove the chef
as a suspect.

Another bizarre display.

How many enemies
does this killer have?

DYLAN: I mean,
first Trevor dead, now Haley.

Two bodies on display,
bizarre punishment rituals.

This killer may have
enemies and motives

we may never understand.

What I don't understand
is why Roman Cecchino

hasn't responded to
any of our messages

about his chef
being dead.
Yeah.

Do you think he has
a deeply disturbed mind?

Could have.

Urban entrepreneur
who's really

a country boy
at heart.

[doorbell ringing]

Let's try the barn.

Most of us see our sense
of self as a gray area,

and we view others as such,
but some psyches

can get trapped
in black or white worlds.

That "splitting"
theory again?

Yeah, the extreme
defense mechanism,

where one's enemies
are 100% bad.

LIZZIE: So Roman
might have seen

Haley's ambition
and Trevor's greed

sucking him deeper into
a life that he hated?

[sighs] The only problem
is Roman is a quiet guy.

He could be hiding
duplicitous traits,

but these people
tend to be borderline.

They have tempers
and are overly dramatic.

[door bangs open]

Gwen? Gwen, are you okay?

LIZZIE:
She's bleeding.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

Detective Needham,
Dr. Reinhart, what's up?

Did you get our messages?
What's going on?

Uh, we just
saved two lives.

DYLAN:
What?

We, uh, been up all night,

uh, birthing a calf.

GWEN:
Breach.

Roman saved 'em both.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

LIZZIE: Sorry to bring
bad news, but, uh,

there's been another murder.

Your chef, Haley,
was found dead

earlier at the
restaurant.

What? We're gonna need

to take a look around.

But you can't
think that...

Roman would never...

No, it's okay. LIZZIE: Okay.

Detectives are just
doing their job.

LIZZIE:
Thank you.

ROMAN:
Does my wife know?

She's at the restaurant now.

This is unreal. I...

Where do you want to start?

LIZZIE: Thank you so much
for coming in, Mrs. Trevor.

Honestly, it's good to
get out of the house.

And now another victim.

Nora called me.

She said you
searched their farm.

But they
are true friends

who just need more time
to repay their debt.

I don't think you will find
anything against Roman or Nora.

Uh, and we haven't.

So, what is going on?

Well... [sighs]

We were hoping you might
be able to help us with that.

Of course. How can I help?

Were you or your husband
involved in any

business dealings
in Colombia?

Sebastian had business
everywhere.

Anything that might require
the use of burner phones?

I know this
is hard.

My husband and I were adopting
a baby in Colombia.

Uh... a baby?

The birth mother
is almost full term.

She's very young
and from a prominent family,

and we were using burner phones
to protect her identity.

Oh. So, well, um...

we don't have any
further questions,

Detective Needham, do we?

Uh, I...

SELENA:
I loved my husband.

He might have made enemies
in business.

He might have not even
been nice in business.

But to me,

he was my white knight.

He changed everything.

Your what?

My white knight.

He saved me.

Thank you, Selena,

very, very much.

White knight?
This is a real thing?

Yes, a syndrome...
A... a subset of splitting.

As soon as Selena said it,
it just came to me.

We should be looking for someone

who thinks of themself
as a savior.

Those suffering
from this syndrome

don't think they
have mortal enemies,

but instead think that
someone they love

is in danger and needs
their protection at all costs.

The only person we have met
who may fit this profile

is the Cecchinos'
farmhand, Gwen.

She certainly seemed
to dote on Roman,

and we've been able to document
her violent father,

but otherwise I...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
A Gwen Anderson was rejected

for military service,
deemed unfit.

Another red flag.
Let's go.

Okay, okay, but
not to Gwen.

Not yet.
Why not?

We don't have
hard evidence

or probable cause,
but also, this theory...

Needs to be fleshed out.

And fleshed out by
someone who knows her.

How well do you know
Gwen Anderson?

ROMAN:
Uh... I grew up with Gwen.

Her father ran our dairy
when we were kids.

And did she take part in your
childhood games of make-believe?

Good guys
against the bad?

ROMAN:
Yeah.

Um, she was family.

Gwen's had a lot to overcome:
no mom, a violent dad.

Nora didn't agree,

but, um, I always

felt the need to keep Gwen on.

And she was grateful, I'm sure.

Maybe too grateful.

What do you mean?

Would you say Gwen had

a rigid sense
of right and wrong?

She can be judgmental.

Doesn't really keep friends.

They always do
something to anger her.

Drives them away.

She didn't like Trevor
when he'd visit the farm.

And she resented Haley.

[chuckles]
Accused her of flirting with me.

But why would
she murder them?

To protect you.

She saw them as your enemies.

Trevor was taking your farm.

Haley's ambition

was pulling you
into the city,

away from your country life,
away from her.

Gwen possibly suffered
severe trauma

at a young age, and these...

games of make-believe...
The cowboys and Camelot...

She clung to bits of myth

and formed her own
fantasy moral code.

She did like to play
the executioner,

avenger of wrongs.

You were good to her,

and so she fastened
her love onto you.

She felt you needed protecting

because she
needed protecting.

[sighs] My God.

Was Gwen with you all night
during the calving?

She joined me at dawn.

What about when Trevor
was killed?

ROMAN: She drives produce in
to the restaurant Mondays.

And like Nora said,
we all grew up bow-hunting.

Would Gwen see your wife
and daughter as enemies?

ROMAN:
Um...

well, never Bea.

Bea's her little angel, but...

Gwen's been worried
since the separation

that Nora will take
Bea away from me.

I... Oh, my God.

Um...

Bea's at school,

and Nora's stopping by the farm.
They'll be alone.

Come on, baby.
Come on, come on.

Nora's not picking up.Okay.

Keep trying. I'll drive.

Please hurry.

I should go in.
I know how to approach her.

Protocol dictates that...

I am not constrained
by protocol.

And she's seen your warrant.

She's already under pressure,
her violence erupting.

I'm a police officer.

You would be a trespasser.

It's dangerous,
and you'll need backup.

So you'll be here to meet
backup when they arrive

or meet Nora
if she arrives.

Nora may already
be here.

Which is what I'm going
to scope out very carefully.

If you get into trouble,
I won't know how to find you.

I can take care of myself.

[sighs]

LIZZIE [recorded]:
Hi. You've reached Lizzie.

Leave a message. Damn it, Lizzie.

Put your phone on.

Hey. Nora is already here.

I'm coming to you.

We may not have much time
to save her life.

BEA:
Can I help?

GWEN:
Yes, angel.

Isn't this more
fun than school?

Of course.
[chuckles]

You keep kneading.

I'm gonna check
on something.

Okay.

When's my mom gonna be here?

You don't need Mom.

You got me. [chuckles]

[horse whinnies]

♪

♪

Nora.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Roman.

Roman isn't here.

[cell phone buzzing]

He has an enemy.

He had more.

You mean Trevor and Haley.

They didn't deserve to breathe
the same air as Roman.

Nora, I'm coming down.

But did they deserve to die?

Was there no chance
of penitence?

It was too late.

You had to protect him.

You're here to arrest Roman.

You're his enemy, too.

But surely you'll let me
confess.

Go on.
I confess I know
about your father.

I know what
he did to you.

I know that Roman
was kind to you.

The only one.

He's a pure soul.

But he's safe now.

You can stop.

I got you. It's okay.

It's okay.

[muffled muttering]

No.

There's still the one
who betrayed him,

who wants to take my angel away.

Nora is not your enemy.

Not for long.

[machinery whirring]

DYLAN:
Lizzie!

Hey.
[coughing]

We're gonna go.

[grunting]

Now! Come on!

Come on.

[grunting, coughing]

[coughing]

[grunting]

[Nora coughing]

No, no, no... You're okay. You're okay.

Bea? Where's Bea? She's fine. She's fine.

Lizzie, cuffs.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

[Nora coughing]

No, no. I'm sorry, Gwen.

I'm truly sorry your life
went this way.

LIZZIE:
With the consultant's assist,

suspect was apprehended,
and backup arrived.

Suspect was transported
to local precinct for booking.

All physical evidence...

İncluding shears,
arrow and sickle...

Have been recovered
and catalogued.

Per protocol,
acknowledgement sent

to Dr. Dylan Reinhart.

DYLAN: Okay, yeah,
so we're talking about

splitting
and the three categories

of borderline
personality disorder.

Emotional/impulsive,
characterized

by histrionic acts and...

Uh... [chuckles]

So sorry.

I just totally lost
my train of thought.

Um, maybe I should
have taken notes.

[laughter]

Uh, Cory, can you help me out?

Nope.

[laughter]

LIZZIE:
Could it be narcissism...

Professor?

Or maybe someone
who doesn't

work well with others?

What's the term for that?

Well, that's
not a symptom.

That's a habit.

And it can change.

LIZZIE:
I know it's not logical,

but I feel it anyway...
Like it's my fault.

If I wasn't able to keep
my old partner safe...

Then you don't
deserve a new one.

Even though I know
I could use one.

Maybe you have a touch of
white knight syndrome yourself.

[groaning]: Ooh.
It's not such
a bad thing for a cop.

It is so lovely here.

Yeah. And safe.

I can see why someone would
rather teach than do.

Better hours, too.

And all that
procedural stuff...

İt's not really
your thing.

Boring!

And obstructionist.

And teamwork is really
awkward for me.

I like to be
in charge.

I noticed.

And you always
follow the rules.

While you always
break them.

So I think we agree.

Yeah, I think we do.Mm-hmm.

We should be partners.Absolutely.