Perception (2012–2015): Season 3, Episode 12 - Meat - full transcript
When the owners of a meat company are brutally murdered, agent Kate Moretti goes undercover to investigate.
Sigmund Freud may have been
a cigar-chomping sexist
pig with mommy issues.
But when it comes to his
theory of the unconscious,
turns out he pretty much nailed it.
The tools of modern neuroscience,
functional brain imaging and EEG,
support Freud's claim that consciousness
is just the tip of the iceberg.
Here's an iceberg.
According to Herr Doktor Freud,
the mind is divided
into three levels...
The conscious,
the preconscious, submerged just below
the surface, representing our memories.
And the unconscious...
where the id resides.
You heard me. The id.
The part of our personality
that's primitive and instinctive,
and wants what it wants,
and it wants it right now.
If the id were left unchecked,
we might find ourselves grabbing
things out of people's hands.
Or... or acting out our kinkiest
sexual fantasies in public.
So, how do we stop our ids
from ruining our lives?
Agent Krueger.
Agent Moretti, thanks for coming.
I was told to brace myself.
It's not, uh... Pretty.
Walter and Janice Bosworth.
Perp cut their throats
while they slept.
There's hardly any blood spatter.
Their carotids were severed.
So no spray, just a big flood.
Which the mattress absorbed
like a king-sized sponge.
Next door, we've got the
Bosworths' youngest.
Ben, 22.
He just graduated from Ohio State.
He planned on opening a
kayaking business in Wyoming.
- Same M.O.?
- Yeah, the killer was quick, efficient.
But with the next victim,
we got something a little different.
The Bosworths' son-in-law,
Roy Meier,
was killed in the hall.
Looks like he stepped
out of the bedroom,
took the intruder by surprise,
and was stabbed in the gut.
The murder weapon is over here.
No prints. It was wiped clean.
The knife came from a set
in the Bosworths' kitchen.
Written in blood.
Yeah, I think... think the
killer was trying to suggest
this was an act of poetic justice.
How so?
Let's get some air. Come on.
Walter and Janice
owned J.W.B. Meats,
one of the midwest's largest pork producers.
They've been getting hassled by an
animal-rights group called BARN.
What's that stand for?
"brutal assholes" something?
Better animal rights now.
They started out doing
peaceful protests, you know,
like staging petting
zoos at grocery stores.
But they got themselves added to the
joint terrorist task force watch list
by sabotaging factory farms,
arson, death threats.
Sounds like they're
not messing around.
How'd they get into the house?
Well, we're not sure.
Uh, there's no sign
of forced entry.
Their neighbor spotted a
gray van cruising the area
several times in
the past few weeks.
- Plates?
- No.
Was she the one who
called the cops?
No, it was the Bosworths'
middle child, Connie Meier.
She was married to the
dead guy in the hall.
She survived by locking herself
in the bathroom and calling 911.
I guess she came out at some point,
because when the cops showed up,
she had the victims' blood on her.
- What did she say?
- Nothing. That's the problem.
I mean, she was too shell-shocked to speak.
Paramedics took her to the hospital.
She has one surviving brother.
He's there with her.
I, uh... I was told you work
with some kind of head doctor
who's good with these
sort of things?
Special Agent Moretti.
This is Dr. Daniel Pierce.
- Tom.
- We're very sorry for your loss.
We were actually hoping
to speak with your sister.
The doctor sedated her.
Did she say anything to you
before they put her under?
She wouldn't talk to me.
What can you tell us about BARN?
They're lowlifes.
The reason that Connie,
Roy, and Ben flew in
was because my parents
called a family meeting.
They were sick and tired
of being terrorized.
Terrorized how?
It started when those
scumbags went undercover
at one of our
processing facilities.
Caught some animal abuse on camera.
My parents didn't even know about it,
but BARN publicly crucified them anyway.
Then they sabotaged a meat locker.
Caused $100,000 worth of damage.
They... they threw pig's
blood on my brother, Ben,
during his college graduation.
I think that's what convinced my parents
they had to do something drastic.
Well, we're selling the business.
You're all doing very well,
so instead of leaving
an inheritance,
which you don't really need,
we figured we'd make a big
contribution to a worthy charity
and be done with BARN
and the pork business
once and for all.
We'll be making an official
announcement tomorrow,
but we wanted to let
all of you know first.
And how did you feel
about their decision?
I hated that they were knuckling
under BARN's pressure,
but I couldn't care less
about the inheritance,
if that's what you're getting at.
I have all I need.
And what about your sister?
Was she as blithely indifferent
to losing the family
fortune as you were?
No. She wasn't
"blithely indifferent."
She was supportive.
She said that they were
ready to retire anyway.
If selling the business would
give them peace of mind,
we should support that.
So you just went over there
for dinner and then you left?
I live 15 minutes away.
There was no reason for me to stay over.
If I had, maybe...
I could've done something.
Anyone want a t-shirt?
Got to hand it to them...
What they lack in subtlety,
- they make up for in irony.
- You really think this group
does everything they can to stop
the butchering of farm animals
and then suddenly decides
to kill four human animals?
No offense, Dr. Pierce,
but you're an expert on the brain,
not terrorism.
Plenty of groups that espouse
altruistic ideas resort to violence.
Sure, but what's more likely?
That the killer's the woman with
motive and the victims' blood on her,
or the vegans did it and left a giant arrow
on the wall, pointing in their direction?
Hey, Connie Meier was
severely traumatized.
No offense, Agent Krueger, but you're
an expert on terrorism, not the brain.
Her trauma could stem from
having killed her family,
or it could be an act.
You think you can get her to talk?
- You're new here, yeah?
- Hey, listen, pal...
Daniel.
I'll let you know
what she has to say.
Good.
Of course, we'll look at anyone
who could've had a grudge
against the Bosworths.
Meantime, JTTF will
keep focusing on BARN.
Knock yourself out.
From what the neighbor
said about the van,
it seems like they were doing
surveillance on the house.
Yeah, yeah.
We also got a lead on how
they could have gotten in.
Bosworths' house cleaner called
in sick a couple weeks back,
had her daughter fill in.
Gave her the security code.
Turns out, the daughter
"liked" BARN on Facebook.
Anyone question her yet?
We verified her alibi on
the night of the murders,
but, um, she wouldn't
say anything about BARN.
No one involved with that
group talks to outsiders.
They all live together like a...
a damn cult.
Well, can you get someone on
the inside, earn their trust,
find some hard evidence?
We've been trying to
infiltrate for months.
The problem is this woman...
Reagan Harper.
She's the ringleader.
She likes to recruit people, but so far,
she hasn't taken our bait.
What do you know about her?
32, highly educated, strong-willed,
acutely attuned sense of justice.
What we need is someone
she'll relate to.
Man, these people don't just
have radical beliefs about food.
They're also anti-consumer,
anti-government,
and all about living off the grid.
And you're just planning on
moving in with these people?
Well, first I have to gain their trust,
but if I'm lucky, yeah.
Kate, we're getting
married in a month.
Donnie, I'm not gonna
miss our wedding.
But these freegan freaks
might've killed four people.
You're right.
I guess we should reschedule the
tasting with the caterers tomorrow.
No. No, don't put it off.
Just do it without me.
You know what I like.
Just promise me you'll be safe.
Relax. I know what I'm doing.
I'm a trained FBI Agent, remember?
How could I forget?
All I have to do is stick
to my cover story,
do whatever it takes to make friends,
even if it means eating tofu, and...
Oh, that reminds me... don't forget to
pick a vegetarian option for Daniel, okay?
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Meat is murder!
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Do you have any idea what
sort of unconscionable cruelty
- went into making these hot dogs?
- Please leave me alone.
No, not until you learn how
those meat sticks get made.
After all the pigs and chickens are forced
to live miserable lives on factory floors,
they are then murdered.
And then their flesh is mechanically
separated from their bones.
Yeah, but they don't
get all the bones out.
Some of it gets ground
up with all the bits
that nobody wants to eat,
like the snouts and the tails.
And then it all gets
pureed into a sludge
and stuffed into a
synthetic collagen casing.
Hey, enjoy your wieners full of
sodium nitrates and suffering, lady.
Break it up! You had
your fun for the day!
We have a right to
peaceful assembly!
We can stop you, and we will,
if you don't move on.
You know what? You're nothing
but a pathetic, soulless pig
who just likes to throw
his power around. Hey!
- We are running you in.
- Unnecessary roughness, man.
Is everybody seeing this?!
I'm gonna need the full spelling
of your name and your badge number.
The next person who
blocks ingress or egress
will be arrested.
You okay?
Yeah. Just... I can't
believe I did that.
- Reagan.
- Dani.
Find me after this is over, Dani.
- We'll grab a bite.
- Cool.
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Welcome to the best
dining spot in town.
Oh. What's good on the menu here?
Well, let's check out
the daily specials.
Oh, wow. Look at this one.
Just the tiniest, little bruise.
You interested?
Looks great.
Thanks.
Did you see the look on that cop's
face when you busted out the camera?
That was awesome.
How did you hear about
our little shindig?
Twitter.
I follow a lot of
animal-rights groups.
I also volunteer at the
cat shelter, you know?
But this is my first
time at a protest.
Is it always like this?
Like what?
Kind of a rush.
This was actually kind of tame compared
to some of the stuff we've done.
Seriously?
Where do you live, Dani?
Oh. Kind of couch surfing
since I lost my job.
Why don't you come
back to my place?
Communal pad. We got a
whole bunch of couches.
- Hello?
- You hear anything yet?
Daniel, relax.
She knows what she's doing.
She is a trained FBI Agent,
remember?
Is the federal bureau of ineptitude
still tracking her burner phone?
Look, Daniel, does the caveman
in me want to protect my girl?
Sure. But the more civilized side of me
knows that she can take care of herself.
You... you'll let me
know if she calls?
Hey, why do I get the feeling you're
more worried about my fiancée than I am?
I'm paranoid schizophrenic.
It's in my nature to worry.
I have to go.
Ah, fresh meat.
- Smells good, don't it?
- No.
Olfactory hallucination or not,
it smells disgusting.
Oh, there's nothing disgusting
about a tender, juicy rump roast.
Are you planning on eating
that or just spanking it?
I plan on enjoying it.
Well, I'm sure the cow,
whose sole reason for existence
was to wind up on your plate,
appreciates that.
That from the guy
who used to devour
three Vienna Beef Chicago
dogs in one sitting.
Yeah, that was before
I was worried about
becoming one of the 600,000 Americans
who die of heart disease every year.
Who's talking about dying?
I'm talking about living!
Stop suppressing your appetite!
I... how many times do I have to say it?
I don't have an appetite for dead cow.
I'm not talking about food.
I'm talking about Kate.
What?
You know you want her,
but you think you can't have her
because you're not normal.
Wait. You... you think
I couldn't be with Kate
because I have schizophrenia?
No, that's what you think.
I'm saying you're not a normal,
red-blooded American guy that eats steak.
Now, Donnie Ryan... That guy knows
how to tear into a porterhouse.
All right, that's it.
All right, just go beat your
meat in somebody else's kitchen.
Um... Doc?
It's 2:00, and you wanted to try to
interview that woman at the hospital.
Right.
Connie?
I'm Dr. Daniel Pierce.
I work with the FBI.
I spoke with your brother,
Tom, earlier.
The investigators think that you're
traumatized by what happened.
Well, who wouldn't be?
If you're suffering from
post-traumatic stress,
I can find you a therapist,
get you some treatment.
Of course, some people might think
you're choosing not to speak
because you're hiding something.
Like what really happened at
your parents' the other night.
You think I hurt my family?
I didn't say that.
But since we're talking...
Why don't you tell
me what happened?
When I think about it...
I can't breathe.
That's an anxiety attack.
I can help with that, too.
My memory is... foggy.
I took a sleeping pill
for the jet lag...
Just take your time.
Roy woke me up.
Connie, I think
somebody's in the house.
- What?
- Go in the bathroom and call 911.
Go, go.
Lock the door. Go!
911. What's your emergency?
Uh, yeah, my husband
thinks there's an intruder.
- What's your address, ma'am?
- 978 Tiehack Court.
And where are you now?
I'm locked in the bathroom.
Okay, ma'am, I need you
to stay where you are.
- Help!
- My God! I think someone is hurting him!
- Ma'am, just calm down.
- Somebody!
- Stay where you are.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
But you did leave.
I had to.
I couldn't stand not knowing.
And what did you see?
Roy...
All the blood...
Okay. Just... just take...
take a deep breath.
- Just listen to the sound of...
- Connie?
No more questions.
- What are you doing?
- I can help her.
Her own doctor will
help her. Nurse!
- That's not necessary.
- You need to leave.
- If you'd just give me a chance...
- Get out.
- This is very...
- Get the hell out of here!
- Like it?
- You have to give me the recipe.
No one makes better
Dandelion Wine than Jeremy.
Fire smells great, too.
We had this musician
staying with us.
He recycled our coffee grounds
and made them into these logs.
Said they burn 85% less carbon
than traditional firewood.
I really admire how
committed you are.
My dad worked for a company
that made pesticides.
And... and when I was a kid,
in 4th grade, I had this teacher
who talked about how pesticides killed
the birds and make the grass scream.
How does the grass scream?
I asked my dad the same question.
He said my teacher was a moron.
Mm.
Anyway, long story short...
I realized he was
destroying the earth,
and I didn't want to grow
up and be the same way.
When I was little,
my best friend lived on a farm.
And we saw all these
little pigs be born.
And we raised two of
them like they were dogs.
We put them on leashes,
and we took them for walks,
and we taught them tricks.
I think I know where
this story is going.
No. No, it's... it's not like they
got slaughtered or anything, but...
My friend's pig did get
really sick, and she died,
which was super sad, of course,
but what really upset me was
watching my pig, Lulu, grieve.
She stopped eating.
I remember she just laid down
on her sister's grave one day,
and... that's when I knew that
I could never eat anything
that could feel emotion again.
Hey.
Hey.
Sorry.
Don't cry.
Um...
I'm actually... Uh,
I kind of got somebody.
- What, and this someone doesn't have a couch?
- What you mean?
I'm just trying to figure
out if you're a tease
or if you wearing a wire.
A wire? Where is that coming from?
You showed up to the
protest today all wide-eyed
and ready to set the world on fire.
And then you get all
reckless with that cop who...
He never actually arrested you.
Reagan, I'm not wearing a wire.
Prove it.
Ok.
Satisfied?
Not really.
But I can deal.
I think Connie's trauma is real.
She's not our killer.
Oh, so the great Dr.
Pierce is wrong.
- Stop the presses.
- I just had the wrong sibling.
The brother couldn't wait
to shut that interview down.
He's the one we
should be looking at.
No, we already checked him out.
No... no criminal record,
no history of violence.
Plus, we've confirmed he was
home during the murders.
Confirmed how?
A neighbor saw him
come home that night.
Plus, we tracked his cellphone
from the time of the dinner
to the time of the murders.
His story holds up.
He went home, went to sleep,
found out what happened in the morning.
Just because his cellphone didn't leave
the house doesn't mean he didn't.
Look, it can't be a coincidence
that the Bosworths were slaughtered
hours after telling their
kids they'd been disinherited.
I... I need to speak
to that brother again.
Thanks for the input, Dr. Pierce,
but we'll take it from here, okay?
- You've got a lot of nerve...
- I just wanted to apologize.
For accusing my sister of
killing our family? No, thanks.
I know that seemed extreme,
but the longer your sister went
without talking
about what happened,
the more detrimental it would
be to her mental health.
I was trying to provoke a reaction,
and it worked.
Look, I just...
I want to make sure that you
both get the help that you need.
Come in.
Oh, thank you.
That's quite a collection.
My dad took me to a reenactment of the
Battle of Gettysburg when I was 10.
Been a Civil War Buff
ever since. Have a seat.
You look tired.
Are you getting enough sleep?
No matter how much sleep I get,
I wake up feeling tired.
Been that way my whole life.
Just worse now.
I don't usually do this,
but I could prescribe something.
Thanks, but I got
something already.
How's Connie?
She's getting released
from the hospital today.
She'll stay with me while we sort
out the funeral arrangements.
Well, it's a good thing she's got you.
You, uh, always protective?
I'm the oldest.
I always looked out
for the other two.
Obviously, I've failed horribly.
Thank God for Roy.
What do you mean?
Well, if it hadn't been
for him waking Connie up
and telling her to go into the
bathroom and lock the door,
she probably would've
been killed, too.
To be perfectly honest with you,
I'm feeling pretty guilty about Roy.
Why is that?
I never liked him.
When my parents told us they were selling
the business and donating the money,
I was pretty sure he was pissed
about losing the inheritance.
Instead of leaving an inheritance,
which you don't really need,
we figured we'd make a big
donation to a worthy charity.
Did he say something?
No. Just a vibe I got.
Now he's dead.
So, uh, what are you and Connie
gonna do about the business?
Haven't talked about it yet.
You think you'll ultimately
sell and donate the money
the way your parents wanted?
- Why are you asking?
- Oh, just curious, you know?
I... I know you didn't agree with
their decision before they died.
I wondered if you'd
handle things differently.
Christ. You didn't come here
to apologize at all, did you?
First you're accusing my sister.
Now you're accusing me.
What the hell were you thinking?
You're not authorized to
conduct your own interrogation.
I went there as a concerned doctor.
You think you're smarter
than everyone, don't you?
Well, not everyone.
That's Moretti.
Hold on. We're not done here.
Hello?
- Something's going down.
- Is she all right?
What's... what's happening?
I'm not sure, but I'm watching about
seven of them load into a gray Ford van.
It's got to be the one
that the neighbor spotted.
Any idea what they're up to?
No, but I can give you
a plate. Got a pen?
Sure. Go ahead. Shoot.
Okay, 7-4-Bravo...
I got to go.
Uh, just a minute!
I need your cellphone.
Why?
We can't take any chances
with the NSA tracking us.
Um...
Well, if you're not cool doing this,
it's okay. I get it.
There's no pressure. I just thought
you were looking for some excitement.
I am.
You're gonna need this.
- What for?
- You'll see.
So, what are we doing?
These chicken strips are headed to 15
fast-food restaurants in the region.
They get put on top of salads
and stuffed into wraps.
By tomorrow evening, there's
gonna be nationwide news coverage
on how people got sick from eating
chicken contaminated with arsenic.
Um, what's the point of that?
Chickens are the most widely
abused animals on the planet.
More than 7 billion are killed
every year in this country alone.
On big egg farms, when
male chicks are born,
they're either suffocated
or ground up alive.
That's messed up.
Until recently, farmers were allowed
to put arsenic in their feed
to reduce infections.
But it also makes the birds' flesh
an appetizing shade of pink.
The poultry industry claims
they're not doing it anymore,
but we don't believe them.
- So when people eat this...
- They'll get sick.
We'll stir the pot with
a social-media campaign.
And there'll be a giant recall,
and if we're lucky,
people will stop eating chicken.
Hey, Reagan, check this out.
Hey.
Hey, um, Reagan says
she needs your help.
All right.
I-it's okay. I'll keep watch.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dani!
- What the hell?
Dani, what are you doing?!
My name isn't Dani.
It's Special Agent Kate Moretti,
and you're all under arrest.
You've got to be kidding me!
I have been craving
one of these for days.
So everything about you
was complete bullshit.
Just doing my job.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
They teach you how to kiss
like that in FBI school?
Okay. No more games, Reagan, okay?
I've already got you on felony
destruction of property,
conspiracy to commit domestic terrorism,
and conspiracy to commit murder.
Murder?
Wow. Making stuff up
really is your specialty.
Well, I didn't imagine 200
pounds of chicken strips
getting marinated in arsenic.
Hang on. We never
meant to kill anyone.
There was just enough arsenic
to give people stomachaches.
Our goal is to save lives,
not take them.
Then how do you justify
murdering the Bosworths?
You think we did that?
Come on, Reagan. You were
harassing that family for months.
Honestly, "Dani",
I'm not sorry there are four
fewer animal torturers out there,
but that doesn't
mean we killed them.
Then why did you get their security
code from the housekeeper's daughter?
We know that you were there.
One of the Bosworths' neighbors
spotted your van in the vicinity.
Okay. Fine.
We were there.
But it wasn't to hurt them.
Their youngest kid
posted on Facebook
how he was gonna hang with the
whole family that weekend.
So we thought it was a perfect
time to send them another message.
Our plan was to hook
their sprinkler system up
to a few tanks of de-coagulated pigs' blood.
And when the sprinklers went
on in the morning... whoosh!
The front lawn would be
soaked in the same blood
that pours across the floors of
their slaughterhouse every day.
I was punching in the code when...
Suddenly this car pulls out.
He must have seen me, so I jumped
in the van, and we took off.
Next thing I know, it's all over the news
how half the family had been murdered.
Can you describe the driver?
It was dark.
And his lights were in my eyes.
But I can try.
So, basically,
we're looking for someone
with a mouth, a nose, and possibly two eyes.
So, the great Agent Krueger
has no idea who this is?
Of course not. Who could get an
I.D. from a picture like that?
Me.
You were wearing this cap when
you committed the murders.
We have a witness who saw you.
Your witness couldn't have seen me.
I never went back to my
parents' house that night.
I was asleep.
This is insane.
Found this in the garage.
I'm guessing the gun's about
150 years older than the blood.
Tom?
You gutted your brother-in-law
with the bayonet.
Now, what I don't understand
is why you then took it home with
you and then you left the knife
that you used to kill the
others with stuck in the wall?
He's being set up.
BARN obviously planted
the blood on the bayonet.
Don't you think if he'd killed them,
he'd have gotten rid of the evidence?
Yeah, a good butcher
always cleans his knives.
I mean, what kind of guy slaughters
his whole family in his sleep
and then doesn't bother to wash
the blood off the murder weapon?
Slaughters his family
in their sleep.
You said in his sleep.
Freudian slip.
Didn't you say you were
taking sleep medication?
- Who the hell are you?
- Dr. Pierce is one of our consultants.
What was the name
of the medication?
I don't know. I-I got a
few pills from my sister.
What's that got to
do with anything?
Time-out. I'd like a minute
alone with my client.
Did you have a nightmare
the night of the murders?
- How did you know that?
- Educated guess. What was the dream?
You don't have to answer that.
I was in a field.
And it was really foggy.
My parents were on the ground.
It was terrible.
And my Springfield Rifle was there.
And it was...
it was so hard to see.
Ben was dead, too.
And then Roy came out of nowhere.
Unh!
Oh, my God.
I think I killed my family.
Oh, my God.
Tom's been a sleepwalker
since we were kids.
One Christmas, he went downstairs
in the middle of the night and
unwrapped all the presents,
but the next morning,
he didn't remember doing it.
And another time, when he was 16,
he took dad's truck out for a joyride.
We wouldn't have even known,
except a month later,
we got a speeding
ticket in the mail.
Thank you, Connie.
Give me a minute
alone with Mr. Ryan.
Obviously, Tom committed these
crimes while he was asleep.
We're arguing an
automatism defense.
- Good luck with that.
- Oh, we don't need luck.
Juries consistently side with
the defendant in these cases.
- In quadruple homicides?
- There's no actus reus here.
Tom's actions weren't controlled
by his conscious mind.
You can't possibly
expect a jury to believe
he drove 10 miles,
punched in a security code,
slaughtered four people,
then drove himself home,
all while he was asleep.
Other exonerated sleepwalkers have engaged
in elaborate and violent behavior.
Come on! He wrote "Meat is Murder"
on the wall in blood.
Obviously, he was
trying to frame BARN.
That is conscious,
intentional behavior.
You're sticking
your neck out, Ryan.
- You take this to trial, you'll lose.
- I don't think so.
Even if Tom is a sleepwalker,
you can't prove he was
sleepwalking during the crime.
I don't have to.
You have to prove that he wasn't.
But even your own government
expert thinks that he was.
Nice work, Daniel.
You handed a quadruple
murderer a cockamamie defense
that, unfortunately,
just might work.
It's not cockamamie.
Homicidal somnambulism is a
well-documented phenomenon.
It's a bullshit excuse
to get away with murder.
Not if Tom has REM
Behavioral Disorder.
If he does, it means that his brain
fails to release the chemicals
that normally paralyze our
muscles when we dream,
so he acts out his dreams without
even being conscious of it.
On top of that, the sleep
aid that his sister gave him
could have exacerbated
his condition.
Donnie, if Daniel's right,
do you really want to try to put
Tom away for the rest of his life
for something that he might
not have meant to do?
I need proof it's true.
He's been sleep-deprived
for the past 25 hours
to increase the likelihood that he'll
experience a sleepwalking episode.
We'll use video-polysomnography
to measure his brain waves
and monitor his REM sleep.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
You're doing better than
Sleeping Beauty over there.
So, if Tom did kill his
parents in his sleep,
you think it's because he had
some secret desire to off them?
Freud said all dreams are attempts by the
unconscious to resolve repressed conflicts,
even daydreams and
hallucinations...
Well, that explains
what I'm doing here.
She's a repressed conflict
if I've ever seen one.
Come on, pal. Resolve it.
So, uh, how...
how did it go undercover?
Well, uh, I got rowdy
with some cops,
I ate some food out
of a dumpster...
I jumped in a van full of
terrorists who had box cutters,
even though I didn't
know where we were going,
I arrested nine people
without backup, and, uh...
I made out with a woman.
Oh, sounds juicy.
Ask her for details.
I am not asking for details.
It's okay, Daniel.
I'm not embarrassed.
Happy to talk about it if you want.
No! No, no, it's... It's
none of my business
- if you're into women or...
- I'm not into women.
Bummer.
I was just playing a role.
But I have to admit,
it was pretty exciting being
someone else for a couple days.
Being Kate Moretti
isn't exciting enough?
No, it... it is.
I have a great career.
I'm about to marry a great guy.
Right, right. Right.
But I always used to be the person
who was always stepping
outside the circle, you know?
And now I just feel like...
the circle is...
A little small.
What about you?
You ever just think about just
doing something different?
Well, lately, uh,
I-I've been... thinking about...
Go on, pal. Take a bite.
Thinking about...?
Maybe...
S-s-starting to eat red meat again.
That's great!
That's great.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I could finally take you to the
Billy Goat for a hamburger.
If that's not an invitation,
I don't know what is.
- That's not an invitation.
- Okay. You know what, Daniel? Forget it.
No, no, no...
Breckinridge!
You bastard!
Look what you did to them.
All right, easy, easy. Tom, easy. Easy.
Oh, God!
Where am I?
It's all right, Tom.
You're in the sleep lab now.
Was I doing it?
- Sleepwalking?
- Yes.
- Do you remember your dream?
- I was, uh...
I was standing on my...
On my parents' front lawn.
And then, uh...
There were graves... fresh ones.
And then I heard a pig
snorting behind me.
But when I turned around,
it was Breckinridge,
standing there with a...
with a bloody knife in his hands.
We fought, and I stabbed him.
- Breckinridge?
- General Breckinridge.
Kentucky Senator
during the Civil War.
He was denounced as a traitor
and a Confederate sympathizer.
I have no idea why I was
dreaming about him.
Tom, how many graves did
you see in your dream?
Three.
We got it all wrong.
Tom didn't kill his family.
Then who did?
The traitor.
Okay, Daniel, you've kept
me in suspense long enough.
Tell me your theory of what happened.
Start at the beginning.
Okay, okay. So, the night of the murders,
the Bosworths sit down
with their family
at the dining table.
They tell their kids they're
selling the business.
Tom's upset, so he goes home,
takes a sleeping pill, goes to bed.
The rest of the family goes
to sleep here in the house.
- With you so far.
- Okay.
So then the killer,
while they're sleeping,
the killer goes into the kitchen,
takes one of the knives...
Makes his way through the house,
into the parents' room.
After he murdered them...
He goes across the hall,
he takes care of the younger one, Ben.
The only thing left to do is
frame BARN for the murders...
And get rid of the evidence.
Okay. But what's new here? I mean,
this is Tom we're talking about, right?
No. Tom didn't arrive at the house
until after his parents and
his brother were already dead.
He had a bad feeling
after that dinner, right?
So he goes home. He has a nightmare.
He starts sleepwalking.
He puts on his Civil War cap.
He... he grabs his rifle.
He saw himself as their protector.
He drove here because,
on a subliminal level,
he knew they weren't safe.
But by the time he got here,
he was too late.
Now, in his dream, he saw his
parents lying dead in a foggy field,
but that was really just his conscious
mind conflating what he saw in reality
and transposing it
to his dreamscape.
Okay. But if Tom didn't kill
his family, then who did?
I told you... the traitor.
Which was who, exactly?
The one that wanted the
inheritance all along.
His brother-in-law, Roy.
Unh!
Help! Somebody!
So how do we prove it?
We ordered a
bloodstain-pattern analysis.
Turns out there was arterial
spray across Roy's shirt.
It was Walter's blood.
My... my husband killed my family?
If Roy hadn't run
into you in the hall,
we believe he would've gone outside,
broken a window,
and told everyone he
fought off the intruder.
Am I going to jail?
Plead to involuntary manslaughter,
agree to get treatment
for your sleep disorder,
and I will recommend you
get a suspended sentence.
Can't sleep?
I just can't believe
the wedding's so soon.
How was the tasting, by the way?
Eh, not nearly as exciting
as yours, apparently.
I got to admit, hum...
tofu was kind of interesting.
Really?
What was it like?
It was... soft.
It was smooth.
You thinking about mixing
up your diet, are you?
I'm pretty happy with
what's on the regular menu.
Each of us thinks that we're at the
center of our own little universe.
But the conscious
mind is... is like
a planet on the edge
of a distant galaxy,
far away from where all the
cool stuff is happening.
Just as stars are pulled by the gravity
of objects yet to be discovered,
so are we influenced by
unconscious feelings and desires
that drift just beyond our
ability to perceive them.
Now, occasionally, in our dreams,
we act on these impulses...
Which is probably safer than
doing it in the real world...
But when powerful desires
do enter our orbit,
could be tough to ignore them.
The question is, should we
always force these primal urges
back into the darkness
from whence they came?
Or is it sometimes...
Okay to be bad?
a cigar-chomping sexist
pig with mommy issues.
But when it comes to his
theory of the unconscious,
turns out he pretty much nailed it.
The tools of modern neuroscience,
functional brain imaging and EEG,
support Freud's claim that consciousness
is just the tip of the iceberg.
Here's an iceberg.
According to Herr Doktor Freud,
the mind is divided
into three levels...
The conscious,
the preconscious, submerged just below
the surface, representing our memories.
And the unconscious...
where the id resides.
You heard me. The id.
The part of our personality
that's primitive and instinctive,
and wants what it wants,
and it wants it right now.
If the id were left unchecked,
we might find ourselves grabbing
things out of people's hands.
Or... or acting out our kinkiest
sexual fantasies in public.
So, how do we stop our ids
from ruining our lives?
Agent Krueger.
Agent Moretti, thanks for coming.
I was told to brace myself.
It's not, uh... Pretty.
Walter and Janice Bosworth.
Perp cut their throats
while they slept.
There's hardly any blood spatter.
Their carotids were severed.
So no spray, just a big flood.
Which the mattress absorbed
like a king-sized sponge.
Next door, we've got the
Bosworths' youngest.
Ben, 22.
He just graduated from Ohio State.
He planned on opening a
kayaking business in Wyoming.
- Same M.O.?
- Yeah, the killer was quick, efficient.
But with the next victim,
we got something a little different.
The Bosworths' son-in-law,
Roy Meier,
was killed in the hall.
Looks like he stepped
out of the bedroom,
took the intruder by surprise,
and was stabbed in the gut.
The murder weapon is over here.
No prints. It was wiped clean.
The knife came from a set
in the Bosworths' kitchen.
Written in blood.
Yeah, I think... think the
killer was trying to suggest
this was an act of poetic justice.
How so?
Let's get some air. Come on.
Walter and Janice
owned J.W.B. Meats,
one of the midwest's largest pork producers.
They've been getting hassled by an
animal-rights group called BARN.
What's that stand for?
"brutal assholes" something?
Better animal rights now.
They started out doing
peaceful protests, you know,
like staging petting
zoos at grocery stores.
But they got themselves added to the
joint terrorist task force watch list
by sabotaging factory farms,
arson, death threats.
Sounds like they're
not messing around.
How'd they get into the house?
Well, we're not sure.
Uh, there's no sign
of forced entry.
Their neighbor spotted a
gray van cruising the area
several times in
the past few weeks.
- Plates?
- No.
Was she the one who
called the cops?
No, it was the Bosworths'
middle child, Connie Meier.
She was married to the
dead guy in the hall.
She survived by locking herself
in the bathroom and calling 911.
I guess she came out at some point,
because when the cops showed up,
she had the victims' blood on her.
- What did she say?
- Nothing. That's the problem.
I mean, she was too shell-shocked to speak.
Paramedics took her to the hospital.
She has one surviving brother.
He's there with her.
I, uh... I was told you work
with some kind of head doctor
who's good with these
sort of things?
Special Agent Moretti.
This is Dr. Daniel Pierce.
- Tom.
- We're very sorry for your loss.
We were actually hoping
to speak with your sister.
The doctor sedated her.
Did she say anything to you
before they put her under?
She wouldn't talk to me.
What can you tell us about BARN?
They're lowlifes.
The reason that Connie,
Roy, and Ben flew in
was because my parents
called a family meeting.
They were sick and tired
of being terrorized.
Terrorized how?
It started when those
scumbags went undercover
at one of our
processing facilities.
Caught some animal abuse on camera.
My parents didn't even know about it,
but BARN publicly crucified them anyway.
Then they sabotaged a meat locker.
Caused $100,000 worth of damage.
They... they threw pig's
blood on my brother, Ben,
during his college graduation.
I think that's what convinced my parents
they had to do something drastic.
Well, we're selling the business.
You're all doing very well,
so instead of leaving
an inheritance,
which you don't really need,
we figured we'd make a big
contribution to a worthy charity
and be done with BARN
and the pork business
once and for all.
We'll be making an official
announcement tomorrow,
but we wanted to let
all of you know first.
And how did you feel
about their decision?
I hated that they were knuckling
under BARN's pressure,
but I couldn't care less
about the inheritance,
if that's what you're getting at.
I have all I need.
And what about your sister?
Was she as blithely indifferent
to losing the family
fortune as you were?
No. She wasn't
"blithely indifferent."
She was supportive.
She said that they were
ready to retire anyway.
If selling the business would
give them peace of mind,
we should support that.
So you just went over there
for dinner and then you left?
I live 15 minutes away.
There was no reason for me to stay over.
If I had, maybe...
I could've done something.
Anyone want a t-shirt?
Got to hand it to them...
What they lack in subtlety,
- they make up for in irony.
- You really think this group
does everything they can to stop
the butchering of farm animals
and then suddenly decides
to kill four human animals?
No offense, Dr. Pierce,
but you're an expert on the brain,
not terrorism.
Plenty of groups that espouse
altruistic ideas resort to violence.
Sure, but what's more likely?
That the killer's the woman with
motive and the victims' blood on her,
or the vegans did it and left a giant arrow
on the wall, pointing in their direction?
Hey, Connie Meier was
severely traumatized.
No offense, Agent Krueger, but you're
an expert on terrorism, not the brain.
Her trauma could stem from
having killed her family,
or it could be an act.
You think you can get her to talk?
- You're new here, yeah?
- Hey, listen, pal...
Daniel.
I'll let you know
what she has to say.
Good.
Of course, we'll look at anyone
who could've had a grudge
against the Bosworths.
Meantime, JTTF will
keep focusing on BARN.
Knock yourself out.
From what the neighbor
said about the van,
it seems like they were doing
surveillance on the house.
Yeah, yeah.
We also got a lead on how
they could have gotten in.
Bosworths' house cleaner called
in sick a couple weeks back,
had her daughter fill in.
Gave her the security code.
Turns out, the daughter
"liked" BARN on Facebook.
Anyone question her yet?
We verified her alibi on
the night of the murders,
but, um, she wouldn't
say anything about BARN.
No one involved with that
group talks to outsiders.
They all live together like a...
a damn cult.
Well, can you get someone on
the inside, earn their trust,
find some hard evidence?
We've been trying to
infiltrate for months.
The problem is this woman...
Reagan Harper.
She's the ringleader.
She likes to recruit people, but so far,
she hasn't taken our bait.
What do you know about her?
32, highly educated, strong-willed,
acutely attuned sense of justice.
What we need is someone
she'll relate to.
Man, these people don't just
have radical beliefs about food.
They're also anti-consumer,
anti-government,
and all about living off the grid.
And you're just planning on
moving in with these people?
Well, first I have to gain their trust,
but if I'm lucky, yeah.
Kate, we're getting
married in a month.
Donnie, I'm not gonna
miss our wedding.
But these freegan freaks
might've killed four people.
You're right.
I guess we should reschedule the
tasting with the caterers tomorrow.
No. No, don't put it off.
Just do it without me.
You know what I like.
Just promise me you'll be safe.
Relax. I know what I'm doing.
I'm a trained FBI Agent, remember?
How could I forget?
All I have to do is stick
to my cover story,
do whatever it takes to make friends,
even if it means eating tofu, and...
Oh, that reminds me... don't forget to
pick a vegetarian option for Daniel, okay?
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Meat is murder!
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Do you have any idea what
sort of unconscionable cruelty
- went into making these hot dogs?
- Please leave me alone.
No, not until you learn how
those meat sticks get made.
After all the pigs and chickens are forced
to live miserable lives on factory floors,
they are then murdered.
And then their flesh is mechanically
separated from their bones.
Yeah, but they don't
get all the bones out.
Some of it gets ground
up with all the bits
that nobody wants to eat,
like the snouts and the tails.
And then it all gets
pureed into a sludge
and stuffed into a
synthetic collagen casing.
Hey, enjoy your wieners full of
sodium nitrates and suffering, lady.
Break it up! You had
your fun for the day!
We have a right to
peaceful assembly!
We can stop you, and we will,
if you don't move on.
You know what? You're nothing
but a pathetic, soulless pig
who just likes to throw
his power around. Hey!
- We are running you in.
- Unnecessary roughness, man.
Is everybody seeing this?!
I'm gonna need the full spelling
of your name and your badge number.
The next person who
blocks ingress or egress
will be arrested.
You okay?
Yeah. Just... I can't
believe I did that.
- Reagan.
- Dani.
Find me after this is over, Dani.
- We'll grab a bite.
- Cool.
Meat is murder! Meat is murder!
Welcome to the best
dining spot in town.
Oh. What's good on the menu here?
Well, let's check out
the daily specials.
Oh, wow. Look at this one.
Just the tiniest, little bruise.
You interested?
Looks great.
Thanks.
Did you see the look on that cop's
face when you busted out the camera?
That was awesome.
How did you hear about
our little shindig?
Twitter.
I follow a lot of
animal-rights groups.
I also volunteer at the
cat shelter, you know?
But this is my first
time at a protest.
Is it always like this?
Like what?
Kind of a rush.
This was actually kind of tame compared
to some of the stuff we've done.
Seriously?
Where do you live, Dani?
Oh. Kind of couch surfing
since I lost my job.
Why don't you come
back to my place?
Communal pad. We got a
whole bunch of couches.
- Hello?
- You hear anything yet?
Daniel, relax.
She knows what she's doing.
She is a trained FBI Agent,
remember?
Is the federal bureau of ineptitude
still tracking her burner phone?
Look, Daniel, does the caveman
in me want to protect my girl?
Sure. But the more civilized side of me
knows that she can take care of herself.
You... you'll let me
know if she calls?
Hey, why do I get the feeling you're
more worried about my fiancée than I am?
I'm paranoid schizophrenic.
It's in my nature to worry.
I have to go.
Ah, fresh meat.
- Smells good, don't it?
- No.
Olfactory hallucination or not,
it smells disgusting.
Oh, there's nothing disgusting
about a tender, juicy rump roast.
Are you planning on eating
that or just spanking it?
I plan on enjoying it.
Well, I'm sure the cow,
whose sole reason for existence
was to wind up on your plate,
appreciates that.
That from the guy
who used to devour
three Vienna Beef Chicago
dogs in one sitting.
Yeah, that was before
I was worried about
becoming one of the 600,000 Americans
who die of heart disease every year.
Who's talking about dying?
I'm talking about living!
Stop suppressing your appetite!
I... how many times do I have to say it?
I don't have an appetite for dead cow.
I'm not talking about food.
I'm talking about Kate.
What?
You know you want her,
but you think you can't have her
because you're not normal.
Wait. You... you think
I couldn't be with Kate
because I have schizophrenia?
No, that's what you think.
I'm saying you're not a normal,
red-blooded American guy that eats steak.
Now, Donnie Ryan... That guy knows
how to tear into a porterhouse.
All right, that's it.
All right, just go beat your
meat in somebody else's kitchen.
Um... Doc?
It's 2:00, and you wanted to try to
interview that woman at the hospital.
Right.
Connie?
I'm Dr. Daniel Pierce.
I work with the FBI.
I spoke with your brother,
Tom, earlier.
The investigators think that you're
traumatized by what happened.
Well, who wouldn't be?
If you're suffering from
post-traumatic stress,
I can find you a therapist,
get you some treatment.
Of course, some people might think
you're choosing not to speak
because you're hiding something.
Like what really happened at
your parents' the other night.
You think I hurt my family?
I didn't say that.
But since we're talking...
Why don't you tell
me what happened?
When I think about it...
I can't breathe.
That's an anxiety attack.
I can help with that, too.
My memory is... foggy.
I took a sleeping pill
for the jet lag...
Just take your time.
Roy woke me up.
Connie, I think
somebody's in the house.
- What?
- Go in the bathroom and call 911.
Go, go.
Lock the door. Go!
911. What's your emergency?
Uh, yeah, my husband
thinks there's an intruder.
- What's your address, ma'am?
- 978 Tiehack Court.
And where are you now?
I'm locked in the bathroom.
Okay, ma'am, I need you
to stay where you are.
- Help!
- My God! I think someone is hurting him!
- Ma'am, just calm down.
- Somebody!
- Stay where you are.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
But you did leave.
I had to.
I couldn't stand not knowing.
And what did you see?
Roy...
All the blood...
Okay. Just... just take...
take a deep breath.
- Just listen to the sound of...
- Connie?
No more questions.
- What are you doing?
- I can help her.
Her own doctor will
help her. Nurse!
- That's not necessary.
- You need to leave.
- If you'd just give me a chance...
- Get out.
- This is very...
- Get the hell out of here!
- Like it?
- You have to give me the recipe.
No one makes better
Dandelion Wine than Jeremy.
Fire smells great, too.
We had this musician
staying with us.
He recycled our coffee grounds
and made them into these logs.
Said they burn 85% less carbon
than traditional firewood.
I really admire how
committed you are.
My dad worked for a company
that made pesticides.
And... and when I was a kid,
in 4th grade, I had this teacher
who talked about how pesticides killed
the birds and make the grass scream.
How does the grass scream?
I asked my dad the same question.
He said my teacher was a moron.
Mm.
Anyway, long story short...
I realized he was
destroying the earth,
and I didn't want to grow
up and be the same way.
When I was little,
my best friend lived on a farm.
And we saw all these
little pigs be born.
And we raised two of
them like they were dogs.
We put them on leashes,
and we took them for walks,
and we taught them tricks.
I think I know where
this story is going.
No. No, it's... it's not like they
got slaughtered or anything, but...
My friend's pig did get
really sick, and she died,
which was super sad, of course,
but what really upset me was
watching my pig, Lulu, grieve.
She stopped eating.
I remember she just laid down
on her sister's grave one day,
and... that's when I knew that
I could never eat anything
that could feel emotion again.
Hey.
Hey.
Sorry.
Don't cry.
Um...
I'm actually... Uh,
I kind of got somebody.
- What, and this someone doesn't have a couch?
- What you mean?
I'm just trying to figure
out if you're a tease
or if you wearing a wire.
A wire? Where is that coming from?
You showed up to the
protest today all wide-eyed
and ready to set the world on fire.
And then you get all
reckless with that cop who...
He never actually arrested you.
Reagan, I'm not wearing a wire.
Prove it.
Ok.
Satisfied?
Not really.
But I can deal.
I think Connie's trauma is real.
She's not our killer.
Oh, so the great Dr.
Pierce is wrong.
- Stop the presses.
- I just had the wrong sibling.
The brother couldn't wait
to shut that interview down.
He's the one we
should be looking at.
No, we already checked him out.
No... no criminal record,
no history of violence.
Plus, we've confirmed he was
home during the murders.
Confirmed how?
A neighbor saw him
come home that night.
Plus, we tracked his cellphone
from the time of the dinner
to the time of the murders.
His story holds up.
He went home, went to sleep,
found out what happened in the morning.
Just because his cellphone didn't leave
the house doesn't mean he didn't.
Look, it can't be a coincidence
that the Bosworths were slaughtered
hours after telling their
kids they'd been disinherited.
I... I need to speak
to that brother again.
Thanks for the input, Dr. Pierce,
but we'll take it from here, okay?
- You've got a lot of nerve...
- I just wanted to apologize.
For accusing my sister of
killing our family? No, thanks.
I know that seemed extreme,
but the longer your sister went
without talking
about what happened,
the more detrimental it would
be to her mental health.
I was trying to provoke a reaction,
and it worked.
Look, I just...
I want to make sure that you
both get the help that you need.
Come in.
Oh, thank you.
That's quite a collection.
My dad took me to a reenactment of the
Battle of Gettysburg when I was 10.
Been a Civil War Buff
ever since. Have a seat.
You look tired.
Are you getting enough sleep?
No matter how much sleep I get,
I wake up feeling tired.
Been that way my whole life.
Just worse now.
I don't usually do this,
but I could prescribe something.
Thanks, but I got
something already.
How's Connie?
She's getting released
from the hospital today.
She'll stay with me while we sort
out the funeral arrangements.
Well, it's a good thing she's got you.
You, uh, always protective?
I'm the oldest.
I always looked out
for the other two.
Obviously, I've failed horribly.
Thank God for Roy.
What do you mean?
Well, if it hadn't been
for him waking Connie up
and telling her to go into the
bathroom and lock the door,
she probably would've
been killed, too.
To be perfectly honest with you,
I'm feeling pretty guilty about Roy.
Why is that?
I never liked him.
When my parents told us they were selling
the business and donating the money,
I was pretty sure he was pissed
about losing the inheritance.
Instead of leaving an inheritance,
which you don't really need,
we figured we'd make a big
donation to a worthy charity.
Did he say something?
No. Just a vibe I got.
Now he's dead.
So, uh, what are you and Connie
gonna do about the business?
Haven't talked about it yet.
You think you'll ultimately
sell and donate the money
the way your parents wanted?
- Why are you asking?
- Oh, just curious, you know?
I... I know you didn't agree with
their decision before they died.
I wondered if you'd
handle things differently.
Christ. You didn't come here
to apologize at all, did you?
First you're accusing my sister.
Now you're accusing me.
What the hell were you thinking?
You're not authorized to
conduct your own interrogation.
I went there as a concerned doctor.
You think you're smarter
than everyone, don't you?
Well, not everyone.
That's Moretti.
Hold on. We're not done here.
Hello?
- Something's going down.
- Is she all right?
What's... what's happening?
I'm not sure, but I'm watching about
seven of them load into a gray Ford van.
It's got to be the one
that the neighbor spotted.
Any idea what they're up to?
No, but I can give you
a plate. Got a pen?
Sure. Go ahead. Shoot.
Okay, 7-4-Bravo...
I got to go.
Uh, just a minute!
I need your cellphone.
Why?
We can't take any chances
with the NSA tracking us.
Um...
Well, if you're not cool doing this,
it's okay. I get it.
There's no pressure. I just thought
you were looking for some excitement.
I am.
You're gonna need this.
- What for?
- You'll see.
So, what are we doing?
These chicken strips are headed to 15
fast-food restaurants in the region.
They get put on top of salads
and stuffed into wraps.
By tomorrow evening, there's
gonna be nationwide news coverage
on how people got sick from eating
chicken contaminated with arsenic.
Um, what's the point of that?
Chickens are the most widely
abused animals on the planet.
More than 7 billion are killed
every year in this country alone.
On big egg farms, when
male chicks are born,
they're either suffocated
or ground up alive.
That's messed up.
Until recently, farmers were allowed
to put arsenic in their feed
to reduce infections.
But it also makes the birds' flesh
an appetizing shade of pink.
The poultry industry claims
they're not doing it anymore,
but we don't believe them.
- So when people eat this...
- They'll get sick.
We'll stir the pot with
a social-media campaign.
And there'll be a giant recall,
and if we're lucky,
people will stop eating chicken.
Hey, Reagan, check this out.
Hey.
Hey, um, Reagan says
she needs your help.
All right.
I-it's okay. I'll keep watch.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dani!
- What the hell?
Dani, what are you doing?!
My name isn't Dani.
It's Special Agent Kate Moretti,
and you're all under arrest.
You've got to be kidding me!
I have been craving
one of these for days.
So everything about you
was complete bullshit.
Just doing my job.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
They teach you how to kiss
like that in FBI school?
Okay. No more games, Reagan, okay?
I've already got you on felony
destruction of property,
conspiracy to commit domestic terrorism,
and conspiracy to commit murder.
Murder?
Wow. Making stuff up
really is your specialty.
Well, I didn't imagine 200
pounds of chicken strips
getting marinated in arsenic.
Hang on. We never
meant to kill anyone.
There was just enough arsenic
to give people stomachaches.
Our goal is to save lives,
not take them.
Then how do you justify
murdering the Bosworths?
You think we did that?
Come on, Reagan. You were
harassing that family for months.
Honestly, "Dani",
I'm not sorry there are four
fewer animal torturers out there,
but that doesn't
mean we killed them.
Then why did you get their security
code from the housekeeper's daughter?
We know that you were there.
One of the Bosworths' neighbors
spotted your van in the vicinity.
Okay. Fine.
We were there.
But it wasn't to hurt them.
Their youngest kid
posted on Facebook
how he was gonna hang with the
whole family that weekend.
So we thought it was a perfect
time to send them another message.
Our plan was to hook
their sprinkler system up
to a few tanks of de-coagulated pigs' blood.
And when the sprinklers went
on in the morning... whoosh!
The front lawn would be
soaked in the same blood
that pours across the floors of
their slaughterhouse every day.
I was punching in the code when...
Suddenly this car pulls out.
He must have seen me, so I jumped
in the van, and we took off.
Next thing I know, it's all over the news
how half the family had been murdered.
Can you describe the driver?
It was dark.
And his lights were in my eyes.
But I can try.
So, basically,
we're looking for someone
with a mouth, a nose, and possibly two eyes.
So, the great Agent Krueger
has no idea who this is?
Of course not. Who could get an
I.D. from a picture like that?
Me.
You were wearing this cap when
you committed the murders.
We have a witness who saw you.
Your witness couldn't have seen me.
I never went back to my
parents' house that night.
I was asleep.
This is insane.
Found this in the garage.
I'm guessing the gun's about
150 years older than the blood.
Tom?
You gutted your brother-in-law
with the bayonet.
Now, what I don't understand
is why you then took it home with
you and then you left the knife
that you used to kill the
others with stuck in the wall?
He's being set up.
BARN obviously planted
the blood on the bayonet.
Don't you think if he'd killed them,
he'd have gotten rid of the evidence?
Yeah, a good butcher
always cleans his knives.
I mean, what kind of guy slaughters
his whole family in his sleep
and then doesn't bother to wash
the blood off the murder weapon?
Slaughters his family
in their sleep.
You said in his sleep.
Freudian slip.
Didn't you say you were
taking sleep medication?
- Who the hell are you?
- Dr. Pierce is one of our consultants.
What was the name
of the medication?
I don't know. I-I got a
few pills from my sister.
What's that got to
do with anything?
Time-out. I'd like a minute
alone with my client.
Did you have a nightmare
the night of the murders?
- How did you know that?
- Educated guess. What was the dream?
You don't have to answer that.
I was in a field.
And it was really foggy.
My parents were on the ground.
It was terrible.
And my Springfield Rifle was there.
And it was...
it was so hard to see.
Ben was dead, too.
And then Roy came out of nowhere.
Unh!
Oh, my God.
I think I killed my family.
Oh, my God.
Tom's been a sleepwalker
since we were kids.
One Christmas, he went downstairs
in the middle of the night and
unwrapped all the presents,
but the next morning,
he didn't remember doing it.
And another time, when he was 16,
he took dad's truck out for a joyride.
We wouldn't have even known,
except a month later,
we got a speeding
ticket in the mail.
Thank you, Connie.
Give me a minute
alone with Mr. Ryan.
Obviously, Tom committed these
crimes while he was asleep.
We're arguing an
automatism defense.
- Good luck with that.
- Oh, we don't need luck.
Juries consistently side with
the defendant in these cases.
- In quadruple homicides?
- There's no actus reus here.
Tom's actions weren't controlled
by his conscious mind.
You can't possibly
expect a jury to believe
he drove 10 miles,
punched in a security code,
slaughtered four people,
then drove himself home,
all while he was asleep.
Other exonerated sleepwalkers have engaged
in elaborate and violent behavior.
Come on! He wrote "Meat is Murder"
on the wall in blood.
Obviously, he was
trying to frame BARN.
That is conscious,
intentional behavior.
You're sticking
your neck out, Ryan.
- You take this to trial, you'll lose.
- I don't think so.
Even if Tom is a sleepwalker,
you can't prove he was
sleepwalking during the crime.
I don't have to.
You have to prove that he wasn't.
But even your own government
expert thinks that he was.
Nice work, Daniel.
You handed a quadruple
murderer a cockamamie defense
that, unfortunately,
just might work.
It's not cockamamie.
Homicidal somnambulism is a
well-documented phenomenon.
It's a bullshit excuse
to get away with murder.
Not if Tom has REM
Behavioral Disorder.
If he does, it means that his brain
fails to release the chemicals
that normally paralyze our
muscles when we dream,
so he acts out his dreams without
even being conscious of it.
On top of that, the sleep
aid that his sister gave him
could have exacerbated
his condition.
Donnie, if Daniel's right,
do you really want to try to put
Tom away for the rest of his life
for something that he might
not have meant to do?
I need proof it's true.
He's been sleep-deprived
for the past 25 hours
to increase the likelihood that he'll
experience a sleepwalking episode.
We'll use video-polysomnography
to measure his brain waves
and monitor his REM sleep.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
You're doing better than
Sleeping Beauty over there.
So, if Tom did kill his
parents in his sleep,
you think it's because he had
some secret desire to off them?
Freud said all dreams are attempts by the
unconscious to resolve repressed conflicts,
even daydreams and
hallucinations...
Well, that explains
what I'm doing here.
She's a repressed conflict
if I've ever seen one.
Come on, pal. Resolve it.
So, uh, how...
how did it go undercover?
Well, uh, I got rowdy
with some cops,
I ate some food out
of a dumpster...
I jumped in a van full of
terrorists who had box cutters,
even though I didn't
know where we were going,
I arrested nine people
without backup, and, uh...
I made out with a woman.
Oh, sounds juicy.
Ask her for details.
I am not asking for details.
It's okay, Daniel.
I'm not embarrassed.
Happy to talk about it if you want.
No! No, no, it's... It's
none of my business
- if you're into women or...
- I'm not into women.
Bummer.
I was just playing a role.
But I have to admit,
it was pretty exciting being
someone else for a couple days.
Being Kate Moretti
isn't exciting enough?
No, it... it is.
I have a great career.
I'm about to marry a great guy.
Right, right. Right.
But I always used to be the person
who was always stepping
outside the circle, you know?
And now I just feel like...
the circle is...
A little small.
What about you?
You ever just think about just
doing something different?
Well, lately, uh,
I-I've been... thinking about...
Go on, pal. Take a bite.
Thinking about...?
Maybe...
S-s-starting to eat red meat again.
That's great!
That's great.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I could finally take you to the
Billy Goat for a hamburger.
If that's not an invitation,
I don't know what is.
- That's not an invitation.
- Okay. You know what, Daniel? Forget it.
No, no, no...
Breckinridge!
You bastard!
Look what you did to them.
All right, easy, easy. Tom, easy. Easy.
Oh, God!
Where am I?
It's all right, Tom.
You're in the sleep lab now.
Was I doing it?
- Sleepwalking?
- Yes.
- Do you remember your dream?
- I was, uh...
I was standing on my...
On my parents' front lawn.
And then, uh...
There were graves... fresh ones.
And then I heard a pig
snorting behind me.
But when I turned around,
it was Breckinridge,
standing there with a...
with a bloody knife in his hands.
We fought, and I stabbed him.
- Breckinridge?
- General Breckinridge.
Kentucky Senator
during the Civil War.
He was denounced as a traitor
and a Confederate sympathizer.
I have no idea why I was
dreaming about him.
Tom, how many graves did
you see in your dream?
Three.
We got it all wrong.
Tom didn't kill his family.
Then who did?
The traitor.
Okay, Daniel, you've kept
me in suspense long enough.
Tell me your theory of what happened.
Start at the beginning.
Okay, okay. So, the night of the murders,
the Bosworths sit down
with their family
at the dining table.
They tell their kids they're
selling the business.
Tom's upset, so he goes home,
takes a sleeping pill, goes to bed.
The rest of the family goes
to sleep here in the house.
- With you so far.
- Okay.
So then the killer,
while they're sleeping,
the killer goes into the kitchen,
takes one of the knives...
Makes his way through the house,
into the parents' room.
After he murdered them...
He goes across the hall,
he takes care of the younger one, Ben.
The only thing left to do is
frame BARN for the murders...
And get rid of the evidence.
Okay. But what's new here? I mean,
this is Tom we're talking about, right?
No. Tom didn't arrive at the house
until after his parents and
his brother were already dead.
He had a bad feeling
after that dinner, right?
So he goes home. He has a nightmare.
He starts sleepwalking.
He puts on his Civil War cap.
He... he grabs his rifle.
He saw himself as their protector.
He drove here because,
on a subliminal level,
he knew they weren't safe.
But by the time he got here,
he was too late.
Now, in his dream, he saw his
parents lying dead in a foggy field,
but that was really just his conscious
mind conflating what he saw in reality
and transposing it
to his dreamscape.
Okay. But if Tom didn't kill
his family, then who did?
I told you... the traitor.
Which was who, exactly?
The one that wanted the
inheritance all along.
His brother-in-law, Roy.
Unh!
Help! Somebody!
So how do we prove it?
We ordered a
bloodstain-pattern analysis.
Turns out there was arterial
spray across Roy's shirt.
It was Walter's blood.
My... my husband killed my family?
If Roy hadn't run
into you in the hall,
we believe he would've gone outside,
broken a window,
and told everyone he
fought off the intruder.
Am I going to jail?
Plead to involuntary manslaughter,
agree to get treatment
for your sleep disorder,
and I will recommend you
get a suspended sentence.
Can't sleep?
I just can't believe
the wedding's so soon.
How was the tasting, by the way?
Eh, not nearly as exciting
as yours, apparently.
I got to admit, hum...
tofu was kind of interesting.
Really?
What was it like?
It was... soft.
It was smooth.
You thinking about mixing
up your diet, are you?
I'm pretty happy with
what's on the regular menu.
Each of us thinks that we're at the
center of our own little universe.
But the conscious
mind is... is like
a planet on the edge
of a distant galaxy,
far away from where all the
cool stuff is happening.
Just as stars are pulled by the gravity
of objects yet to be discovered,
so are we influenced by
unconscious feelings and desires
that drift just beyond our
ability to perceive them.
Now, occasionally, in our dreams,
we act on these impulses...
Which is probably safer than
doing it in the real world...
But when powerful desires
do enter our orbit,
could be tough to ignore them.
The question is, should we
always force these primal urges
back into the darkness
from whence they came?
Or is it sometimes...
Okay to be bad?