Motive (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - Creeping Tom - full transcript
The killer: Tom, a high school student. The victim: Glen Martin, the popular singing science teacher at Tom's high school. Tom is an oft picked upon quiet student who plays the bass drum in the school's marching band. He likes to remain invisible as it allows him to be quietly subversive, as displayed by his favorite activity called "creeping": sneaking into houses and stealing a small memento just for the thrill of it. He introduces his best friend Willie to the activity, the house chosen this evening being the Martin's. As the Homicide Department investigates the murder, which was conducted by blunt force trauma to the head, they follow the usual leads such as his wife, Linda Martin, who was having an affair, but vows that she still loved Glen, and Linda's lover, a new immigrant named Arman Pozner. The questions become whether they will piece together the evidence, and or if Tom's nervousness will give him away. Meanwhile, Angie tests the boundaries of parenting with her son, Manny.
[♪]
[Crowd cheering]
[Band stops]
[Cheering and applause]
[Whistle blares]
Hike!
[Whistle blows, crowd cheers]
Check out little drummer boy.
[Laughing]
[Tapping hat]
Hey, loser.
[Whistle blows]
Watch this.
[Crowd cheering]
[Laughing and jeering]
I think you need a new thing.
[Horns blare and drone]
[Cheering]
Have some popcorn,
ya douchebag!
[Trailing mean laughter]
[Turns up stereo]
[♪]
Go, Mr. Martin, you can do it!
No...
♪ You're a real tough cookie ♪
♪ with a long history ♪
♪ of breaking little hearts ♪
♪ like the one in me ♪
♪ that's okay ♪
♪ let's see how you do it ♪
♪ put your Dukes up
and get down to it ♪
♪ hit me with your best shot ♪
♪ why don't you hit me
with your best shot? ♪
Put your hands up!
♪ Hit me with your best shot ♪
♪ fire away ♪
[Cheering and laughter]
Nice shot, man!
[Siren wailing]
[♪]
Evening, Detective Flynn.
Uh, morning, actually, Dave.
- Ident handed over the scene yet?
- They're almost finished.
Coroner's on her way down.
Thanks.
Your baby still
waking up at night?
Huh?
You look like hell.
Keep 'em off the grass, huh?
I didn't know that was
part of this scene.
It's not. It's just nice grass.
Nothing says Friday night
like a homicide.
I don't know why
I bother making plans.
It's like I'm tempting fate.
Oh, so you did this,
it's your fault.
You owe me concert tickets.
Consider it done.
So... "The creeper,"
does that mean anything to you?
Yeah.
A killer who wants a name,
always a bad sign.
Where's the victim?
Upstairs.
High school teacher
named Glenn Martin.
Blunt force head injuries.
His wife found him
next to their bed.
Where was she?
Sleeping in the spare room.
Or so she says.
What?
It happens.
Yeah, it happens.
You know the stats.
Numbers can lie.
So can people.
Ange? Angie?
No, no, no,
I wouldn't touch that.
There's a dog
inhibiting access to the body.
It won't budge,
not even for the wife.
Hey, guys, we got a murder
scene growing cold,
and a killer running loose?
It's a big dog, Angie.
[Dog barking]
It's all right.
I got a way with animals.
I thought you had
a way with men.
Same principles apply.
You've just got to take control.
Good luck.
Sit.
[Barking and growling]
I said, sit!
[Barking and growling]
If you don't sit, right now...
taking control, huh?
Usually takes a couple dates.
Animal control's on the way.
In the meantime,
I think I saw a coffee shop
on the corner.
Hey, if you're going,
I'll take a mocha...
[Breathing hard]
[shutter clicking]
Thank you for being
so patient, Mrs. Martin.
We're almost finished.
Make sure to get
her hands, please.
So what subject
did Glenn teach?
Uh, science.
That's a hard one,
all those charts and tables.
Glenn wrote these crazy songs
for his kids,
to help them remember.
So he was a singing scientist?
He must have been a hit.
People loved being around him.
Why would anyone...
Why would...
okay, we're good.
Thank you, Mrs. Martin.
Linda, I need your robe
and nightgown as evidence.
Just a formality.
Okay.
Thank you.
I need to stay in the room.
Protocol.
Oh.
There we go.
For God's sake, Glenn.
How long does it take
to walk a dog?
I stopped by the lamplighter.
Don't tell me
you were singing again.
Can we talk?
You're drunk.
[Stammers and chuckles]
A little.
I mean, doesn't mean
we can't talk.
Might even make it easier.
I told you, everything's fine.
It doesn't feel that way.
We'll talk
in the morning, Glenn.
Go upstairs, sleep it off.
[Swell of cheering crowd]
Nothing like the smell
of sweaty polyester
on a Friday night.
Sorry?
I don't speak loser.
How long are you gonna be?
I just gotta change.
Band geeks in their
natural habitat.
[Girl]: Hey, guys, come over.
I'm going to take...
I want to take a picture.
Kristi, huh?
She's all right
for a drum major.
Her?
She doesn't even know I exist.
[Laughing]
Let's get out of here.
It's time for the creepers.
Shut up.
What?
Nobody's paying attention.
Exactly,
and that's the way I like it.
We're ghosts.
Get the car.
Okay.
Say... cheese!
Dude, Woodbridge park?
Yeah? So?
So you told me
the first rule of creeping
is to avoid areas
where people know you.
Those were the beginner rules.
Cell phones on silent.
I wanna smoke some green first.
I know you got a fattie
in your backpack.
Dude, did you forget
your backpack?
Dammit, Willie!
Creeping isn't a game.
If you wanna get stoned,
go hang out with
your stoner friends.
It was just a suggestion, okay?
Relax.
[Coroner]: Good morning, boys.
[Officer]:
Good morning, doctor.
Looking sharp.
Hello.
Medical examiner.
They told me you have a body,
and I see that they were right.
Victim's inside, Dr. Rogers.
Hmm.
What time did
Mr. Martin come home?
Um... 10:00?
Sometimes with Glenn,
one beer would turn
into four, and...
He was snoring before
his head hit the pillow,
which usually happens
when he has too much to drink.
I'm guessing that's why
you went to the spare room?
Yeah.
That's right.
To get some sleep.
What woke you up?
Glenn, he was
yelling at someone.
I... got out of bed
and ran upstairs
as fast as I could,
but by the time
I made it up there, he...
He...
It's okay.
Take your time.
I couldn't help but notice
the excessive blood
on your arms
and your hands.
When I saw Glenn on the floor,
I went to him and I held him.
He was my husband.
You think
that I did that in there?
No, Detective Vega didn't
mean to suggest that.
Did you see anyone
coming down the stairs?
No.
How well did
the first responders
search the house?
[Teens chuckle]
Yo, check out
this molester van.
Shag carpet?
Wood paneling? Mm!
Where can I get one?
This house looks good.
We'll hit this one tonight.
[Vega]: Listen up, people,
we're going to do a more
thorough search of the house.
Let's go!
This way!
Sergeant, teams of three!
Basement, main floor, upstairs.
Time's ticking, people.
Come on, let's find this guy!
Top to bottom, you guys.
There may be a killer
in the house.
[Officers below]
All the way downstairs.
Over here.
No, it's clear.
Hey, anybody got
a key to this trunk?
Yeah, we need to get this open.
[Grunting with effort]
Basement's clear!
Main floor's clear!
[Vega]: Upstairs is clear, too.
I'm telling you,
the wife's looking guilty.
She didn't kill her husband.
Come on, ange,
she reported the body,
and they were alone
in the house.
So, what are you saying,
she knocked off her hubby
and scrawled something on
the wall to throw us off?
Yeah, why not?
No, she is hiding something,
but she didn't
kill her husband.
Oh, let me guess,
you can feel her pain?
No.
Okay, yes.
When she was talking about
how everyone loves him,
I could see the warmth
in her eyes.
You could see that.
No, no. All I saw was
the blood all over her.
From hugging her dead husband
in a fit of grief.
Which she did
to cover the spray
when she bludgeoned
him to death?
Such a romantic.
And still single?
You know, Angie,
all I'm saying,
maybe it's time
we start embracing the facts
and not rejecting the obvious.
I am not saying
that the marriage was great.
But look at this,
she cut the crusts
off his sandwiches.
My kid doesn't even get
lunch money.
Detective Vega?
Yeah.
I examined all points of entry
like you requested.
No signs of forced entry,
upstairs or down.
Just saying.
Tell me something, Lucas,
can you feel a woman's pain?
Intensely.
Wow.
What else you got?
No objects of value
in the house
appear to be missing.
Soda bottle was knocked over
on the counter.
I've bagged that for evidence.
Nothing else appears
out of place.
Well, evidence seems to say
that no one else
was in the house,
and when the evidence
speaks, Angie,
I listen.
So what did the wife do
with the murder weapon?
Exactly.
Check and see if you can find
any other incident reports
with the creeper.
Maybe this wasn't
his first night out.
[Gasps of passion
from spare room]
[Whispering]
Dude, dude, dude...
Somebody's making
the beast with two backs.
Let's find another house.
No, this one's perfect.
But they're still awake.
This is what
creeping's all about.
Make yourself invisible.
Fine, let's just find
a souvenir and go.
[Couple grunting and moaning
with passion]
[Willie, whispering]: Come on,
grab something and let's go.
Dude, that hula girl
is perfect.
I don't want that.
Shopping for
something specific?
'Cause I can drive you
to the mall...
[couple chatting and giggling]
[Man]: Thank you
for the phone call.
I hope to see you soon.
[Laughing]
That was so close!
Oh, man, who was that guy?
Who was that guy doing Borat?
[In heavy accent]:
"Thank you for phone call."
Come on, man, let's get stoned.
I know a guy
who sells the chronic.
Not for me. I'm out.
I'm out.
Okay, dude.
You're going home now?
For someone who likes
to live on the edge,
you can be a total buzzkill.
"Thank you for phone call."
[Coroner]: We've got
blunt-force trauma to the head.
No contusions on the neck.
No apparent defensive wounds
to the hands.
The victim might not have seen
his attacker coming in the dark.
Or he saw his attacker
and knew her.
Hmm, it's a possibility.
[Ange]: We know he saw
his attacker.
She heard them fighting...
so she says.
So, the two of you
are fighting again?
We're discussing.
Yeah. That's what my
second husband called it, too.
[Chuckles wryly]
[Vega]: Do you have
a time of death?
Lividity suggests
he sprouted wings
about two or three hours ago.
So midnight.
Hmm. Ish.
I'll know for sure
when I get him back to the lab.
Hey, didn't Lucas say nothing of
value was missing from the house?
He did.
Come check this out.
Yeah,
I wouldn't exactly
classify a bowling trophy
as an object of value.
You would if you won it.
Or if you used it as a weapon.
[Snoring gently]
Easy, boy.
Hey, buddy.
That's a good boy.
That's a good dog.
You stay.
[Snoring softly]
[Glenn, sleepily]: Tom?
Is that you?
What are you doing here?
Tom, wait!
- Let me go!
- I'm calling the police!
Glenn?
[Dog barking]
Glenn?
Okay, so Glenn gets out
of bed to confront the killer,
who ostensibly has the trophy,
and whack, right?
Right.
Why?
Before the lethal blow,
the victim's wife
hears him shouting
from the spare room downstairs.
So she says.
Or so she says.
She comes rushing up the stairs
to check on her husband.
But how'd the killer get away?
Not down the stairs.
He would've ran into the wife.
[Muttering] So where'd he go?
I don't know,
but Lucas is right.
These windows are locked.
[Whispers] Hey, Lucas.
Get a ladder. Get a ladder.
[Whispering]
Do you have a flashlight?
[Dime clatters]
All clear.
I've got a puddle up here
that's fresh and wet.
Looks like he went out
through the vent.
Expand the perimeter
and lock it down.
We're searching everywhere.
[Officers shout]
I want a man on
either side of the alley!
You two, let's go!
If he used the trophy
as the weapon,
it was a crime of opportunity.
He didn't come here
armed to kill.
Well, he was discovered
and panicked.
And pees his pants?
Either from nerves,
or one too many big gulps.
Either way,
we're dealing with
a professional here.
Frank.
Detective, the yard
turned up nothing.
[Shutter clicks]
Hey...
Who hides in closets?
Killers.
And lovers.
Come on.
What did you win?
None of your business, Lulu.
Go back to sleep.
What's all over it?
Just dirt. Go to bed.
I'm telling mom and dad
that you woke me up.
If you tell mom and dad
anything, you're dead.
[Clears throat loudly]
Hey, mom.
I thought you were at work.
Clearly.
Hey, Mrs. Flynn.
Crystal, put your top on.
Are those real?
Nope. I got 'em
for my birthday.
You wanna see?
No.
Maybe. How much did they cost?
Never mind. Go in.
Do your parents
know you're here?
They know I'm at a friend's.
House rules, dude.
You want pancakes?
Are you having sex?
[Scoffs]
For chrissakes...
Are you...
okay, okay, okay.
Take two.
How was your evening, son?
I would've taken her home,
but you had the car.
Uh, yeah, that's 'cause
I'm the one with the job.
If I had my own wheels...
Oh, please.
And I won the lottery.
Plus, I'm not the one
who had two speeding tickets
in the last three months
in a car owned by a cop.
In that car?
It's kind of hard not to put
pedal to the metal.
Well, maybe
we can work something out.
In the meantime,
you promised me pancakes.
Can, uh...
Crystal stay for breakfast?
Can her boobs make coffee?
[Woman]: No, no, no.
I can't do it today.
I'm going skating with Willie.
I've just got to get
the dog in the car.
Hold on. [Barking]
Be back late.
Okay, honey. Don't forget
to buy your sister
a birthday present.
Thanks for coming in, Linda.
We just need
a little more information
on your relationship
with Arman Pozner.
How do you know about arman?
We checked your bank records,
and you wrote a check to him
just two days ago for $2,000.
We work together at sears.
He needed a down payment
for a van.
He just moved here
from chechnya.
I'd never lend you
more than five bucks.
I'm well aware.
Unless he's more than
a co-worker?
I've been sleeping with him.
Mm-hmm.
I guess that would account for
the phone call
to his house last night?
I invited arman over
after Glenn passed out,
but he had nothing
to do with this.
He was long gone
before I went to bed.
So you two had sex
while your husband
was in the house?
Glenn's more like
a roommate now.
Do you think that you maybe
wanted the roommate out,
and the Russian in?
For the last time,
I loved my husband.
We had a comfortable life.
Now he's gone.
And I...
Dammit, Glenn.
[Crying]
If you're going to rage,
you should aim a little higher
than a band geek
party, friendo.
All right, we party
here with the band,
but we go creeping afterwards.
I lost my gloves last night.
Good.
Those things were so emo.
Better than
leaving fingerprints.
I don't care about
fingerprints.
We're minors.
What are they going to do
if they catch us?
Put us in counselling?
[Laughing]
Very festive.
What's going on?
You didn't hear?
Mr. Martin's dead.
Killed last night.
The teacher who raps? Tragic.
So where's the keg?
[Sighing heavily]
[Blows thudding]
Hey, tom.
I'm glad you came.
Hey, kristi.
It's weird about
Mr. Martin, hey?
Yeah, I can't believe
what happened.
I heard his head was crushed.
Hey...
It's all right.
I want it all to go away.
I want him to be alive.
All right, dream team,
where are my leads?
Good afternoon
to you, too, sir.
Yeah, yeah.
What gives with
the Russian boyfriend?
He alibi'd out for
the time of the murder.
Turns out Mrs. Martin
wasn't the only bored
housewife he was servicing.
Lucas!
You get the analyzed
evidence from forensics?
Yes, sir.
They had no luck pulling
a DNA profile
from the urine.
Did you know healthy individuals
don't emit epithelials
in their urine?
Now, if we had semen traces,
they'd be bang on...
move on, Lucas.
That's the bad news.
The good news is...
there's no good or bad news
in homicide, just news.
The news
is that the partial prints
at the crime scene
match prints from
a series of incidents.
The intruder looks for
unlocked doors, windows,
and he leaves a signature.
You talk to the guys
in robbery?
There's no leads,
but they believe that "the creeper" just
breaks in for the thrill,
to steal tchotchkes.
Somebody needs a girlfriend.
Come again?
Well, we're looking for
someone who's bored.
Likes to test authority.
Thinks the rules
don't apply to them...
Starting to sound like
someone I know.
I think the creeper's
a teenager.
We're looking for a teenager.
[Lucas]: I checked through
the victim's students
for the last three years.
I found two with
juvenile records.
You contact the suspects?
I spoke to Murphy there.
He has an alibi
from midnight on.
I've never been
to an autopsy before.
Always happy
to be somebody's first.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah.
See these indentations here?
All right angles.
Amazing.
You're weird.
I like that.
All right, Murphy here
has an alibi.
What about the other guy?
Where was he?
James Anthony?
His parents say that
he's at a party right now.
I have an address.
Look at this.
Oh, man, this
brings back memories.
Under-age drinking
and raging hormones?
Classic combo.
[Chuckles]
Hey...
Where do I find James Anthony?
Uh... I think
he's out by the pool.
Thanks.
Detective Angie Flynn.
We're looking for a student
who goes to your high school.
Yeah, where do we find
James Anthony?
Uh, down by the fire pit.
Great.
Don't worry, I'm not
going to card you.
Hmm?
Well, you just seem
a little nervous.
[Sighs]
Yeah, it's just...
With all the Mr. Martin stuff
going on, you know.
Yeah, terrible, wasn't it?
Did you have a class with him?
No.
But you sound like
you knew him.
Just from the park.
We used to run our dogs
together sometimes.
You know anyone
who'd want to hurt him?
No.
Everybody loved Mr. Martin.
Really? 'Cause usually
teachers are such dorks, right?
But Mr. Martin
sounds cool, huh?
Like I said,
he wasn't my teacher.
Well, if you think
of anything that could help us,
let us know.
My parents are gonna freak out
when they find
the cops have been here.
[Tv reporter]:
...By all his students
Glenn Martin,
local high school teacher,
was found murdered in his home.
Police are looking
for witnesses,
and crimestoppers
is offering a reward
for any information
that leads to an arrest...
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You were, uh,
you were asking about
Mr. Martin's murder?
Yeah, you know anything?
I, um, I was
at the park that night.
I saw a black van
near Mr. Martin's house.
Very suspicious.
A Russian was behind the wheel.
And how could you tell
he was Russian?
I don't know.
He looked Russian.
What were doing
at the park so late?
Just hanging out.
Doing what?
What difference does it make?
It'd be great if you could
just answer the question.
[Laughs nervously]
Whoa, ease off the pedal, man.
I-I'm only trying
to be helpful.
So, uh, do I get
any money for this?
Well, it depends on how good
your information is.
Have you ever
heard of creeping?
Naw.
No, that's all I got.
Um, I should go now,
get back to the party.
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Here, do me a favour.
You just, uh, write
your name and number
on the back of that,
for the reward.
Yeah. Reward...
Thanks, Willie.
You have a good night.
Yeah. You, too.
Thank you.
Little liar.
He knew what creeping is,
and he was a lot closer
than the park.
I'll run these.
And then compare them
to the partials
and the handwriting we found
at the crime scene.
Seriously?
Just checking.
What the hell were you doing?
Dude, I saw this news report,
and I'm like,
"that's Mr. Martin's house!"
We were there the night
the deed was done.
And you talked to the cops?
I know.
They're looking for witnesses.
You remember
that black van we saw?
And the Russian guy?
I don't, and neither do you.
But we could be, like,
the key to the whole situation!
Did you mention me?
No, but if I get a reward,
I'll split it with you.
You idiot!
We broke into his house.
We committed a crime.
Duh! I left that part out.
Come on, man,
we could catch a killer.
I'm not going to jail for you,
do you hear me?
What's wrong with you, man?
There's a psycho out there.
I wasn't there. Remember?
I'm invisible.
Dude...
[Scoffing awkwardly]
Something's wrong
with you, man.
Hi, son.
Hey.
Have a seat.
These detectives
want to talk to you.
Hi again.
Willie schubert
was at Woodbridge park
on the night
Mr. Martin was killed,
and we asked around,
and we found out that
you two are pretty tight.
Tom?
Were you with Willie?
No, I came straight home
after the game, remember?
He always comes right home.
Willie's your best friend.
He tell you anything
that could help us?
[Kids giggling]
Son, it's okay.
If you know something,
you need to tell the police.
You seemed a little anxious
the other day
at the party.
Anything you want to tell us?
Willie was in
Mr. Martin's house
the night he got killed.
He was creeping.
What's creeping?
It's something Willie does.
He, uh, sneaks into houses
and steals souvenirs.
[Sighing]
I think Willie killed
Mr. Martin.
[Backpack rustling]
[Knocking on door]
Good morning, ma'am.
We're looking for
your son, William.
We have a warrant
to search the house.
[Handcuffs snap shut]
I already know
what you're going to say.
If I could just
get that kid alone...
Without his lawyer?
Willie's a minor.
Yeah, but he wants
to talk to me. You saw him.
I saw him.
He's scared.
He should be.
We've got his handwriting
and prints at the scene
and the murder weapon
under his bed.
I'm not denying
that he was there.
I just, I don't think
he's our killer.
He has no motive,
and with no motive,
it makes no sense.
Why would Willie bludgeon
one of his teachers to death?
Your shift's over, Detective.
You did a good job.
Go home.
What do you think?
Well, I think you think
that it isn't over.
You're right.
Feels like it is, ange.
What, so now you're with Boyd?
Just saying there's
a lot of evidence, right?
Maybe too much?
You off?
Yeah, Manny's waiting
for me. I'm gonna go be a mom.
Have fun.
Where's Lucas?
I don't know, processing?
If you find him,
have him call me, okay?
Will do.
[Engines revving]
Okay, you ready?
I'm ready.
And after this,
there's no more
speeding tickets.
You're going to get this
out of your system, yeah?
Deal.
It's exciting.
You're gonna win.
Make me proud!
[Engines roaring]
Pardon me.
[Barking ferociously]
Excuse me.
Arrest file, as requested.
[Tires squealing]
Willie's a stoner,
not a murderer.
This is just wrong.
This kid's innocent.
Hey, take a seat.
Manny's up next.
Are you sure
this is good for your son?
There's some questionable
characters in this crowd.
They just have a different
sense of style than you, Lucas.
Don't be fooled by what you see.
[Dog barking ferociously]
Or by what you don't see.
You lost me.
That dog was in the house.
Why didn't he attack the killer
the way he attacked me?
[Tires squealing]
Come on, baby! Come on, Manny!
Why didn't the dog
attack the killer?
I don't know! Why didn't he?
[Tires squealing]
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, go, go!
Yeah!
That's my boy!
Hey! Come on, boy!
Come on, buddy!
Come on!
Hey, skipper!
Hey, skipper, how you doing?
Come here.
Hey...
How you doing, buddy?
That dog likes you.
When I went into
the Martin house,
he was ready to
tear out my throat.
But you, he likes.
I've known him a long time.
That's why he didn't bark
and wake anyone up
when you broke into
their house, isn't it?
I took this photo
at the crime scene.
You lied to us.
You were there that night.
Do you want to tell me
what happened?
Why did you kill Mr. Martin?
You left it at the park.
How did you know it was mine?
I checked inside for an ID.
It's not my marijuana.
It's not the drugs
I'm worried about.
You went through my stuff?
That's my journal.
It reads more like a manifesto.
Tom...
You're holding onto
a lot of hatred inside.
That's private.
No one's supposed to read that.
I wasn't going to do
any of those things.
You're not alone.
When I was your age,
I felt like an outsider, too.
Give it to me.
[Sighs]
I'll make you a deal.
We'll keep this between
the two of us for now.
You agree to bring this
to a counsellor,
I'll throw away the weed.
If you don't,
I'm turning them both over
to the police.
I'll give you till Monday
to think about it.
Till then, I'll
keep it with me.
[Sleepily] Tom?
What are you doing here?
You broke into my house?
What are you doing here?
Stop!
Let me go!
Tom, this has gone too far!
Let me go!
I'm calling the police.
No!
[Dials two numbers] Wait!
[Blows thudding heavily]
[Tom]:
I didn't mean to kill him.
I just wanted back
what was mine.
Glenn!
[Running footsteps approach]
Glenn!
I want to know why, tom.
You don't have to answer that.
That's true,
but I want to understand.
Why take a man's life?
When Mr. Martin woke up,
the worst you were guilty of
was break and enter.
They would have
given you probation.
But I wouldn't be
invisible anymore.
I like to be invisible.
[Tom's mother sobs]
[♪]
[Clicks pen]
Where that kid's going,
he's going to wish
he was invisible.
That kid needs help.
Most of them do.
Not all of them.
Hey, baby, you did
so well today.
Thanks. I know.
You should have seen him.
Are you going to see
crystal later?
Maybe.
You want these?
Are you messing with me?
Yes. Always.
You be safe, okay?
Have fun.
Yeah.
So, I'm with you.
Yeah, no, I noticed.
I was going to head to the gym.
You can call it what it is.
Tough guys do pilates,
too, you know.
We could get ribs.
Like I have a choice?
Well, it's on the way.
All right,
but don't even think of
asking to drive, though.
Why? I'll be gentle.
No, you won't.
[Laughing] No, I won't.
[Crowd cheering]
[Band stops]
[Cheering and applause]
[Whistle blares]
Hike!
[Whistle blows, crowd cheers]
Check out little drummer boy.
[Laughing]
[Tapping hat]
Hey, loser.
[Whistle blows]
Watch this.
[Crowd cheering]
[Laughing and jeering]
I think you need a new thing.
[Horns blare and drone]
[Cheering]
Have some popcorn,
ya douchebag!
[Trailing mean laughter]
[Turns up stereo]
[♪]
Go, Mr. Martin, you can do it!
No...
♪ You're a real tough cookie ♪
♪ with a long history ♪
♪ of breaking little hearts ♪
♪ like the one in me ♪
♪ that's okay ♪
♪ let's see how you do it ♪
♪ put your Dukes up
and get down to it ♪
♪ hit me with your best shot ♪
♪ why don't you hit me
with your best shot? ♪
Put your hands up!
♪ Hit me with your best shot ♪
♪ fire away ♪
[Cheering and laughter]
Nice shot, man!
[Siren wailing]
[♪]
Evening, Detective Flynn.
Uh, morning, actually, Dave.
- Ident handed over the scene yet?
- They're almost finished.
Coroner's on her way down.
Thanks.
Your baby still
waking up at night?
Huh?
You look like hell.
Keep 'em off the grass, huh?
I didn't know that was
part of this scene.
It's not. It's just nice grass.
Nothing says Friday night
like a homicide.
I don't know why
I bother making plans.
It's like I'm tempting fate.
Oh, so you did this,
it's your fault.
You owe me concert tickets.
Consider it done.
So... "The creeper,"
does that mean anything to you?
Yeah.
A killer who wants a name,
always a bad sign.
Where's the victim?
Upstairs.
High school teacher
named Glenn Martin.
Blunt force head injuries.
His wife found him
next to their bed.
Where was she?
Sleeping in the spare room.
Or so she says.
What?
It happens.
Yeah, it happens.
You know the stats.
Numbers can lie.
So can people.
Ange? Angie?
No, no, no,
I wouldn't touch that.
There's a dog
inhibiting access to the body.
It won't budge,
not even for the wife.
Hey, guys, we got a murder
scene growing cold,
and a killer running loose?
It's a big dog, Angie.
[Dog barking]
It's all right.
I got a way with animals.
I thought you had
a way with men.
Same principles apply.
You've just got to take control.
Good luck.
Sit.
[Barking and growling]
I said, sit!
[Barking and growling]
If you don't sit, right now...
taking control, huh?
Usually takes a couple dates.
Animal control's on the way.
In the meantime,
I think I saw a coffee shop
on the corner.
Hey, if you're going,
I'll take a mocha...
[Breathing hard]
[shutter clicking]
Thank you for being
so patient, Mrs. Martin.
We're almost finished.
Make sure to get
her hands, please.
So what subject
did Glenn teach?
Uh, science.
That's a hard one,
all those charts and tables.
Glenn wrote these crazy songs
for his kids,
to help them remember.
So he was a singing scientist?
He must have been a hit.
People loved being around him.
Why would anyone...
Why would...
okay, we're good.
Thank you, Mrs. Martin.
Linda, I need your robe
and nightgown as evidence.
Just a formality.
Okay.
Thank you.
I need to stay in the room.
Protocol.
Oh.
There we go.
For God's sake, Glenn.
How long does it take
to walk a dog?
I stopped by the lamplighter.
Don't tell me
you were singing again.
Can we talk?
You're drunk.
[Stammers and chuckles]
A little.
I mean, doesn't mean
we can't talk.
Might even make it easier.
I told you, everything's fine.
It doesn't feel that way.
We'll talk
in the morning, Glenn.
Go upstairs, sleep it off.
[Swell of cheering crowd]
Nothing like the smell
of sweaty polyester
on a Friday night.
Sorry?
I don't speak loser.
How long are you gonna be?
I just gotta change.
Band geeks in their
natural habitat.
[Girl]: Hey, guys, come over.
I'm going to take...
I want to take a picture.
Kristi, huh?
She's all right
for a drum major.
Her?
She doesn't even know I exist.
[Laughing]
Let's get out of here.
It's time for the creepers.
Shut up.
What?
Nobody's paying attention.
Exactly,
and that's the way I like it.
We're ghosts.
Get the car.
Okay.
Say... cheese!
Dude, Woodbridge park?
Yeah? So?
So you told me
the first rule of creeping
is to avoid areas
where people know you.
Those were the beginner rules.
Cell phones on silent.
I wanna smoke some green first.
I know you got a fattie
in your backpack.
Dude, did you forget
your backpack?
Dammit, Willie!
Creeping isn't a game.
If you wanna get stoned,
go hang out with
your stoner friends.
It was just a suggestion, okay?
Relax.
[Coroner]: Good morning, boys.
[Officer]:
Good morning, doctor.
Looking sharp.
Hello.
Medical examiner.
They told me you have a body,
and I see that they were right.
Victim's inside, Dr. Rogers.
Hmm.
What time did
Mr. Martin come home?
Um... 10:00?
Sometimes with Glenn,
one beer would turn
into four, and...
He was snoring before
his head hit the pillow,
which usually happens
when he has too much to drink.
I'm guessing that's why
you went to the spare room?
Yeah.
That's right.
To get some sleep.
What woke you up?
Glenn, he was
yelling at someone.
I... got out of bed
and ran upstairs
as fast as I could,
but by the time
I made it up there, he...
He...
It's okay.
Take your time.
I couldn't help but notice
the excessive blood
on your arms
and your hands.
When I saw Glenn on the floor,
I went to him and I held him.
He was my husband.
You think
that I did that in there?
No, Detective Vega didn't
mean to suggest that.
Did you see anyone
coming down the stairs?
No.
How well did
the first responders
search the house?
[Teens chuckle]
Yo, check out
this molester van.
Shag carpet?
Wood paneling? Mm!
Where can I get one?
This house looks good.
We'll hit this one tonight.
[Vega]: Listen up, people,
we're going to do a more
thorough search of the house.
Let's go!
This way!
Sergeant, teams of three!
Basement, main floor, upstairs.
Time's ticking, people.
Come on, let's find this guy!
Top to bottom, you guys.
There may be a killer
in the house.
[Officers below]
All the way downstairs.
Over here.
No, it's clear.
Hey, anybody got
a key to this trunk?
Yeah, we need to get this open.
[Grunting with effort]
Basement's clear!
Main floor's clear!
[Vega]: Upstairs is clear, too.
I'm telling you,
the wife's looking guilty.
She didn't kill her husband.
Come on, ange,
she reported the body,
and they were alone
in the house.
So, what are you saying,
she knocked off her hubby
and scrawled something on
the wall to throw us off?
Yeah, why not?
No, she is hiding something,
but she didn't
kill her husband.
Oh, let me guess,
you can feel her pain?
No.
Okay, yes.
When she was talking about
how everyone loves him,
I could see the warmth
in her eyes.
You could see that.
No, no. All I saw was
the blood all over her.
From hugging her dead husband
in a fit of grief.
Which she did
to cover the spray
when she bludgeoned
him to death?
Such a romantic.
And still single?
You know, Angie,
all I'm saying,
maybe it's time
we start embracing the facts
and not rejecting the obvious.
I am not saying
that the marriage was great.
But look at this,
she cut the crusts
off his sandwiches.
My kid doesn't even get
lunch money.
Detective Vega?
Yeah.
I examined all points of entry
like you requested.
No signs of forced entry,
upstairs or down.
Just saying.
Tell me something, Lucas,
can you feel a woman's pain?
Intensely.
Wow.
What else you got?
No objects of value
in the house
appear to be missing.
Soda bottle was knocked over
on the counter.
I've bagged that for evidence.
Nothing else appears
out of place.
Well, evidence seems to say
that no one else
was in the house,
and when the evidence
speaks, Angie,
I listen.
So what did the wife do
with the murder weapon?
Exactly.
Check and see if you can find
any other incident reports
with the creeper.
Maybe this wasn't
his first night out.
[Gasps of passion
from spare room]
[Whispering]
Dude, dude, dude...
Somebody's making
the beast with two backs.
Let's find another house.
No, this one's perfect.
But they're still awake.
This is what
creeping's all about.
Make yourself invisible.
Fine, let's just find
a souvenir and go.
[Couple grunting and moaning
with passion]
[Willie, whispering]: Come on,
grab something and let's go.
Dude, that hula girl
is perfect.
I don't want that.
Shopping for
something specific?
'Cause I can drive you
to the mall...
[couple chatting and giggling]
[Man]: Thank you
for the phone call.
I hope to see you soon.
[Laughing]
That was so close!
Oh, man, who was that guy?
Who was that guy doing Borat?
[In heavy accent]:
"Thank you for phone call."
Come on, man, let's get stoned.
I know a guy
who sells the chronic.
Not for me. I'm out.
I'm out.
Okay, dude.
You're going home now?
For someone who likes
to live on the edge,
you can be a total buzzkill.
"Thank you for phone call."
[Coroner]: We've got
blunt-force trauma to the head.
No contusions on the neck.
No apparent defensive wounds
to the hands.
The victim might not have seen
his attacker coming in the dark.
Or he saw his attacker
and knew her.
Hmm, it's a possibility.
[Ange]: We know he saw
his attacker.
She heard them fighting...
so she says.
So, the two of you
are fighting again?
We're discussing.
Yeah. That's what my
second husband called it, too.
[Chuckles wryly]
[Vega]: Do you have
a time of death?
Lividity suggests
he sprouted wings
about two or three hours ago.
So midnight.
Hmm. Ish.
I'll know for sure
when I get him back to the lab.
Hey, didn't Lucas say nothing of
value was missing from the house?
He did.
Come check this out.
Yeah,
I wouldn't exactly
classify a bowling trophy
as an object of value.
You would if you won it.
Or if you used it as a weapon.
[Snoring gently]
Easy, boy.
Hey, buddy.
That's a good boy.
That's a good dog.
You stay.
[Snoring softly]
[Glenn, sleepily]: Tom?
Is that you?
What are you doing here?
Tom, wait!
- Let me go!
- I'm calling the police!
Glenn?
[Dog barking]
Glenn?
Okay, so Glenn gets out
of bed to confront the killer,
who ostensibly has the trophy,
and whack, right?
Right.
Why?
Before the lethal blow,
the victim's wife
hears him shouting
from the spare room downstairs.
So she says.
Or so she says.
She comes rushing up the stairs
to check on her husband.
But how'd the killer get away?
Not down the stairs.
He would've ran into the wife.
[Muttering] So where'd he go?
I don't know,
but Lucas is right.
These windows are locked.
[Whispers] Hey, Lucas.
Get a ladder. Get a ladder.
[Whispering]
Do you have a flashlight?
[Dime clatters]
All clear.
I've got a puddle up here
that's fresh and wet.
Looks like he went out
through the vent.
Expand the perimeter
and lock it down.
We're searching everywhere.
[Officers shout]
I want a man on
either side of the alley!
You two, let's go!
If he used the trophy
as the weapon,
it was a crime of opportunity.
He didn't come here
armed to kill.
Well, he was discovered
and panicked.
And pees his pants?
Either from nerves,
or one too many big gulps.
Either way,
we're dealing with
a professional here.
Frank.
Detective, the yard
turned up nothing.
[Shutter clicks]
Hey...
Who hides in closets?
Killers.
And lovers.
Come on.
What did you win?
None of your business, Lulu.
Go back to sleep.
What's all over it?
Just dirt. Go to bed.
I'm telling mom and dad
that you woke me up.
If you tell mom and dad
anything, you're dead.
[Clears throat loudly]
Hey, mom.
I thought you were at work.
Clearly.
Hey, Mrs. Flynn.
Crystal, put your top on.
Are those real?
Nope. I got 'em
for my birthday.
You wanna see?
No.
Maybe. How much did they cost?
Never mind. Go in.
Do your parents
know you're here?
They know I'm at a friend's.
House rules, dude.
You want pancakes?
Are you having sex?
[Scoffs]
For chrissakes...
Are you...
okay, okay, okay.
Take two.
How was your evening, son?
I would've taken her home,
but you had the car.
Uh, yeah, that's 'cause
I'm the one with the job.
If I had my own wheels...
Oh, please.
And I won the lottery.
Plus, I'm not the one
who had two speeding tickets
in the last three months
in a car owned by a cop.
In that car?
It's kind of hard not to put
pedal to the metal.
Well, maybe
we can work something out.
In the meantime,
you promised me pancakes.
Can, uh...
Crystal stay for breakfast?
Can her boobs make coffee?
[Woman]: No, no, no.
I can't do it today.
I'm going skating with Willie.
I've just got to get
the dog in the car.
Hold on. [Barking]
Be back late.
Okay, honey. Don't forget
to buy your sister
a birthday present.
Thanks for coming in, Linda.
We just need
a little more information
on your relationship
with Arman Pozner.
How do you know about arman?
We checked your bank records,
and you wrote a check to him
just two days ago for $2,000.
We work together at sears.
He needed a down payment
for a van.
He just moved here
from chechnya.
I'd never lend you
more than five bucks.
I'm well aware.
Unless he's more than
a co-worker?
I've been sleeping with him.
Mm-hmm.
I guess that would account for
the phone call
to his house last night?
I invited arman over
after Glenn passed out,
but he had nothing
to do with this.
He was long gone
before I went to bed.
So you two had sex
while your husband
was in the house?
Glenn's more like
a roommate now.
Do you think that you maybe
wanted the roommate out,
and the Russian in?
For the last time,
I loved my husband.
We had a comfortable life.
Now he's gone.
And I...
Dammit, Glenn.
[Crying]
If you're going to rage,
you should aim a little higher
than a band geek
party, friendo.
All right, we party
here with the band,
but we go creeping afterwards.
I lost my gloves last night.
Good.
Those things were so emo.
Better than
leaving fingerprints.
I don't care about
fingerprints.
We're minors.
What are they going to do
if they catch us?
Put us in counselling?
[Laughing]
Very festive.
What's going on?
You didn't hear?
Mr. Martin's dead.
Killed last night.
The teacher who raps? Tragic.
So where's the keg?
[Sighing heavily]
[Blows thudding]
Hey, tom.
I'm glad you came.
Hey, kristi.
It's weird about
Mr. Martin, hey?
Yeah, I can't believe
what happened.
I heard his head was crushed.
Hey...
It's all right.
I want it all to go away.
I want him to be alive.
All right, dream team,
where are my leads?
Good afternoon
to you, too, sir.
Yeah, yeah.
What gives with
the Russian boyfriend?
He alibi'd out for
the time of the murder.
Turns out Mrs. Martin
wasn't the only bored
housewife he was servicing.
Lucas!
You get the analyzed
evidence from forensics?
Yes, sir.
They had no luck pulling
a DNA profile
from the urine.
Did you know healthy individuals
don't emit epithelials
in their urine?
Now, if we had semen traces,
they'd be bang on...
move on, Lucas.
That's the bad news.
The good news is...
there's no good or bad news
in homicide, just news.
The news
is that the partial prints
at the crime scene
match prints from
a series of incidents.
The intruder looks for
unlocked doors, windows,
and he leaves a signature.
You talk to the guys
in robbery?
There's no leads,
but they believe that "the creeper" just
breaks in for the thrill,
to steal tchotchkes.
Somebody needs a girlfriend.
Come again?
Well, we're looking for
someone who's bored.
Likes to test authority.
Thinks the rules
don't apply to them...
Starting to sound like
someone I know.
I think the creeper's
a teenager.
We're looking for a teenager.
[Lucas]: I checked through
the victim's students
for the last three years.
I found two with
juvenile records.
You contact the suspects?
I spoke to Murphy there.
He has an alibi
from midnight on.
I've never been
to an autopsy before.
Always happy
to be somebody's first.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah.
See these indentations here?
All right angles.
Amazing.
You're weird.
I like that.
All right, Murphy here
has an alibi.
What about the other guy?
Where was he?
James Anthony?
His parents say that
he's at a party right now.
I have an address.
Look at this.
Oh, man, this
brings back memories.
Under-age drinking
and raging hormones?
Classic combo.
[Chuckles]
Hey...
Where do I find James Anthony?
Uh... I think
he's out by the pool.
Thanks.
Detective Angie Flynn.
We're looking for a student
who goes to your high school.
Yeah, where do we find
James Anthony?
Uh, down by the fire pit.
Great.
Don't worry, I'm not
going to card you.
Hmm?
Well, you just seem
a little nervous.
[Sighs]
Yeah, it's just...
With all the Mr. Martin stuff
going on, you know.
Yeah, terrible, wasn't it?
Did you have a class with him?
No.
But you sound like
you knew him.
Just from the park.
We used to run our dogs
together sometimes.
You know anyone
who'd want to hurt him?
No.
Everybody loved Mr. Martin.
Really? 'Cause usually
teachers are such dorks, right?
But Mr. Martin
sounds cool, huh?
Like I said,
he wasn't my teacher.
Well, if you think
of anything that could help us,
let us know.
My parents are gonna freak out
when they find
the cops have been here.
[Tv reporter]:
...By all his students
Glenn Martin,
local high school teacher,
was found murdered in his home.
Police are looking
for witnesses,
and crimestoppers
is offering a reward
for any information
that leads to an arrest...
Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
You were, uh,
you were asking about
Mr. Martin's murder?
Yeah, you know anything?
I, um, I was
at the park that night.
I saw a black van
near Mr. Martin's house.
Very suspicious.
A Russian was behind the wheel.
And how could you tell
he was Russian?
I don't know.
He looked Russian.
What were doing
at the park so late?
Just hanging out.
Doing what?
What difference does it make?
It'd be great if you could
just answer the question.
[Laughs nervously]
Whoa, ease off the pedal, man.
I-I'm only trying
to be helpful.
So, uh, do I get
any money for this?
Well, it depends on how good
your information is.
Have you ever
heard of creeping?
Naw.
No, that's all I got.
Um, I should go now,
get back to the party.
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Here, do me a favour.
You just, uh, write
your name and number
on the back of that,
for the reward.
Yeah. Reward...
Thanks, Willie.
You have a good night.
Yeah. You, too.
Thank you.
Little liar.
He knew what creeping is,
and he was a lot closer
than the park.
I'll run these.
And then compare them
to the partials
and the handwriting we found
at the crime scene.
Seriously?
Just checking.
What the hell were you doing?
Dude, I saw this news report,
and I'm like,
"that's Mr. Martin's house!"
We were there the night
the deed was done.
And you talked to the cops?
I know.
They're looking for witnesses.
You remember
that black van we saw?
And the Russian guy?
I don't, and neither do you.
But we could be, like,
the key to the whole situation!
Did you mention me?
No, but if I get a reward,
I'll split it with you.
You idiot!
We broke into his house.
We committed a crime.
Duh! I left that part out.
Come on, man,
we could catch a killer.
I'm not going to jail for you,
do you hear me?
What's wrong with you, man?
There's a psycho out there.
I wasn't there. Remember?
I'm invisible.
Dude...
[Scoffing awkwardly]
Something's wrong
with you, man.
Hi, son.
Hey.
Have a seat.
These detectives
want to talk to you.
Hi again.
Willie schubert
was at Woodbridge park
on the night
Mr. Martin was killed,
and we asked around,
and we found out that
you two are pretty tight.
Tom?
Were you with Willie?
No, I came straight home
after the game, remember?
He always comes right home.
Willie's your best friend.
He tell you anything
that could help us?
[Kids giggling]
Son, it's okay.
If you know something,
you need to tell the police.
You seemed a little anxious
the other day
at the party.
Anything you want to tell us?
Willie was in
Mr. Martin's house
the night he got killed.
He was creeping.
What's creeping?
It's something Willie does.
He, uh, sneaks into houses
and steals souvenirs.
[Sighing]
I think Willie killed
Mr. Martin.
[Backpack rustling]
[Knocking on door]
Good morning, ma'am.
We're looking for
your son, William.
We have a warrant
to search the house.
[Handcuffs snap shut]
I already know
what you're going to say.
If I could just
get that kid alone...
Without his lawyer?
Willie's a minor.
Yeah, but he wants
to talk to me. You saw him.
I saw him.
He's scared.
He should be.
We've got his handwriting
and prints at the scene
and the murder weapon
under his bed.
I'm not denying
that he was there.
I just, I don't think
he's our killer.
He has no motive,
and with no motive,
it makes no sense.
Why would Willie bludgeon
one of his teachers to death?
Your shift's over, Detective.
You did a good job.
Go home.
What do you think?
Well, I think you think
that it isn't over.
You're right.
Feels like it is, ange.
What, so now you're with Boyd?
Just saying there's
a lot of evidence, right?
Maybe too much?
You off?
Yeah, Manny's waiting
for me. I'm gonna go be a mom.
Have fun.
Where's Lucas?
I don't know, processing?
If you find him,
have him call me, okay?
Will do.
[Engines revving]
Okay, you ready?
I'm ready.
And after this,
there's no more
speeding tickets.
You're going to get this
out of your system, yeah?
Deal.
It's exciting.
You're gonna win.
Make me proud!
[Engines roaring]
Pardon me.
[Barking ferociously]
Excuse me.
Arrest file, as requested.
[Tires squealing]
Willie's a stoner,
not a murderer.
This is just wrong.
This kid's innocent.
Hey, take a seat.
Manny's up next.
Are you sure
this is good for your son?
There's some questionable
characters in this crowd.
They just have a different
sense of style than you, Lucas.
Don't be fooled by what you see.
[Dog barking ferociously]
Or by what you don't see.
You lost me.
That dog was in the house.
Why didn't he attack the killer
the way he attacked me?
[Tires squealing]
Come on, baby! Come on, Manny!
Why didn't the dog
attack the killer?
I don't know! Why didn't he?
[Tires squealing]
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, go, go!
Yeah!
That's my boy!
Hey! Come on, boy!
Come on, buddy!
Come on!
Hey, skipper!
Hey, skipper, how you doing?
Come here.
Hey...
How you doing, buddy?
That dog likes you.
When I went into
the Martin house,
he was ready to
tear out my throat.
But you, he likes.
I've known him a long time.
That's why he didn't bark
and wake anyone up
when you broke into
their house, isn't it?
I took this photo
at the crime scene.
You lied to us.
You were there that night.
Do you want to tell me
what happened?
Why did you kill Mr. Martin?
You left it at the park.
How did you know it was mine?
I checked inside for an ID.
It's not my marijuana.
It's not the drugs
I'm worried about.
You went through my stuff?
That's my journal.
It reads more like a manifesto.
Tom...
You're holding onto
a lot of hatred inside.
That's private.
No one's supposed to read that.
I wasn't going to do
any of those things.
You're not alone.
When I was your age,
I felt like an outsider, too.
Give it to me.
[Sighs]
I'll make you a deal.
We'll keep this between
the two of us for now.
You agree to bring this
to a counsellor,
I'll throw away the weed.
If you don't,
I'm turning them both over
to the police.
I'll give you till Monday
to think about it.
Till then, I'll
keep it with me.
[Sleepily] Tom?
What are you doing here?
You broke into my house?
What are you doing here?
Stop!
Let me go!
Tom, this has gone too far!
Let me go!
I'm calling the police.
No!
[Dials two numbers] Wait!
[Blows thudding heavily]
[Tom]:
I didn't mean to kill him.
I just wanted back
what was mine.
Glenn!
[Running footsteps approach]
Glenn!
I want to know why, tom.
You don't have to answer that.
That's true,
but I want to understand.
Why take a man's life?
When Mr. Martin woke up,
the worst you were guilty of
was break and enter.
They would have
given you probation.
But I wouldn't be
invisible anymore.
I like to be invisible.
[Tom's mother sobs]
[♪]
[Clicks pen]
Where that kid's going,
he's going to wish
he was invisible.
That kid needs help.
Most of them do.
Not all of them.
Hey, baby, you did
so well today.
Thanks. I know.
You should have seen him.
Are you going to see
crystal later?
Maybe.
You want these?
Are you messing with me?
Yes. Always.
You be safe, okay?
Have fun.
Yeah.
So, I'm with you.
Yeah, no, I noticed.
I was going to head to the gym.
You can call it what it is.
Tough guys do pilates,
too, you know.
We could get ribs.
Like I have a choice?
Well, it's on the way.
All right,
but don't even think of
asking to drive, though.
Why? I'll be gentle.
No, you won't.
[Laughing] No, I won't.