Instinct (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Go Figure - full transcript

- I haven't heard from her.
- Good.

Especially
when you're vulnerable.

I'm not vulnerable.

And even though you aren't,

we do still keep tabs on you.

There's been another
body drop. I'm talking about

the Sleeping Beauty
serial killer.

In its rushed staging,

suggests another regression
for the killer.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

You're a professional now.
Why now?

New York City versus Nebraska?

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.

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.

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.

You didn't have to come.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

It's okay.

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...
can I grab you for a second?

Sure.

I'll wait downstairs.

Okay. I'll be right there.

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.

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.

"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?

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.

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.

Sorry to interrupt
this totally normal, non-secret,

coworkers in a breakroom chat,

but Lou needs us
in her office. Now.

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.

I think I should go with him.

You're on the skater case.

We can fly there
after we solve it.

Does that work for you?

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.

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.

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.

Andy. It's your first
job interview in a while.

Just be yourself.

- Doesn't matter what you wear.
- Coming from the guy.

Who once wore a waistcoat
to the zoo.

I'll take 'em both back.

I got you these.

So you fit in.

Fit in to what?

You know what I mean.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yes. We are.

Okay, bye-bye.

The mayor?

Again?

She must have quite
the phone bill.

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, 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 glamour of it all.

If you're rusty, I'll
handle the hard stuff.

Wouldn't want you
breaking a nail.

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.

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.

Yeah, I can say
what I want, Stacy.

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.

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.
- 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.

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?

Like I said on the phone,

we just to make sure
nothing got overlooked.

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.

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? 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?

Much easier to hide
behind a computer screen.

Why'd you steal her medal?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Your father hated

having to move
the factory to Mexico.

His employees had been
like family.

Then, overnight
they turned into enemies.

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.

- Sorry about all that.
- I hope Ryan will vouch

that my family
can be more hospitable.

I'd be upset, too.

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.

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.

Don't tell me you're
gonna go all big city on us.

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.

I do, Dylan.

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.

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.

Also, I probably

went too easy on my old
neighbor, one of Rego's foremen.

Lost his house.

Yeah, Steve Morgan.

Has a cousin in Jersey.

Is he still parked up
on a barstool?

And still ranting about Rego

like that factory
closed yesterday.

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.

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,
we're on the wrong track?

Wait.

How many flashing lights
does your smoke detector have?

Yup. Memory card.

There. Go back.

Go away.

I don't want you
to come here anymore.

Come on, Em, open the door.

No.

Open the damn door!

Em, open the door.

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.

Emily> has our attention.

Unfortunately,
too late to save her.

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?
- We explained to her.

How providing a false alibi
could expose her to charges

- of perjury and obstruction.
- 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!

Excessive force?

I think my boss will understand.

That was some fun.

But next time I hit the streets,

I'm gonna have the right shoes
in my locker.

Nailing that scumbag

is better than squeezing
that stress ball?

I couldn't take it
on a daily basis.

I'd go Rambo.

I'm safer behind a desk.

The whole city is.

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.

He's an acquired taste.

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.

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?

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?

You were adorable.

Well, I warned you... doting mom.

Look at Main Street.
It's booming.

This is the kind
of thing that I...

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.

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.

That must have been just awful.

Shockingly, it helped.

Did you collar that incel?

Turns out it wasn't the incel.

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.

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?

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.

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