The Outsider (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Roanoke - full transcript

We've got a slew of witnesses.

Prints. DNA.

Did you kill my son?!

Is that not Terry Maitland...

on the same day 70 miles away?

Poof.

Terry Maitland's prints
from the Sheraton prints,

from the crime scene...
They all match.

He can't have been
in two places at once.

We've got a video tape
and witnesses.

What we've got beats
what they've got.



If Terry Maitland is innocent,
we're not done.

Jessa...

No!

He was here.
He was saying bad things to me.

It's like he's begging us
to catch him.

What kind of criminal does that?

Do you think Terry Maitland
killed that boy?

I really don't know.

Kinda late for a visit.

It's not a social call.

Can we lose the cuffs?

Against protocol.

I'll take
responsibility for him.

No, sir, you won't.



Howie Saloman...

would probably
fire me as a client

if he knew I was talking to you.

Well, it's the same on my end.

You have any idea what
the D. A. would do to me?

Tell me why you're here.

Um...

The van with the New York plates
is still...

troubling me.

The van I've
never seen before in my life?

The last time I was in New York
was 16 years ago,

for my honeymoon.

I didn't know that.

I mean, I knew you hadn't been
there recently.

We, of course,
back checked your movements

over the last six months.

Couldn't find anything
but a...

family vacation

to, Dayton.

And we flew
both directions for that,

as I'm sure you know.

I'm as baffled...

by this conflicting evidence
as you are.

Um...

Hey, will you tell me
why you're here?

That...

TV footage...

puts you at the
teachers' conference in Cap City

at the same time as
Frankie Peterson's murder

sixty miles away.

But I have
credible witnesses...

credible witnesses who saw you

walking around covered in
Frankie Peterson's blood.

Your prints are
all over the van,

the crime scene,

the boy.

Want me to explain
all that to you?

- No.
- Good.

- Because you can't?
- Right.

Right? And no one can.

On March 30th, 2019,
did you have any physical...

or verbal contact
with Frankie Peterson?

Nope.

On March 30th, 2019,
did you abduct Frankie Peterson?

No.

On March 30th, 2019,
did you murder Frankie Peterson?

I didn't kill that kid, Ralph.

That it?

For tonight, yeah.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

You know, Ralph,
when you arrested me...

in front of all those people...

at that game...

you asked me if I'd
ever touched your son, Derek.

Do you remember that?

Be very careful about
what you say to me next.

In all the years I've been
coaching Little League...

your son, Derek,
was the best drag bunter...

I ever had.

And he was just a little guy,

you know, he was very small,
smallest kid on the team,

but he had a lot of guts,

he was never afraid to
crowd the plate,

even if there was some great,
big eighth-grader throwing heat.

In most kids that short
you just count on 'em for walks.

That's all you can expect,
but he wasn't havin' that,

he just kept swinging,
and striking out,

and the kids
even started calling him...

the "Whiffer."

Secretly,
they called him Whiffer.

I asked them to stop,
but they're 12 and 11...

Only time he got on base was
when he got hit by a pitch, so,

tough to blame 'em.

But when I saw that
he wasn't gonna quit,

that he was gonna just
keep swingin' and striking out,

I taught him how to bunt,

and not a lot of kids
like to do that.

They're afraid they'd drop that
bat over the plate,

fast ball comes in,
they get their fingers smashed,

but not him.

He never flinched,
not once.

And he flew down
that first base line,

and you remember how many
bunt singles he got?

A lot more than I expected.

But those kids stopped
calling him Whiffer,

and they started
calling him "Push It."

Right? He'd come up to the plate

runners on the corners,
they'd start saying,

"Push it, Derek, push it."

So he had a new handle that year
when we almost won district.

You must have noticed
a difference in him, right?

Did you notice that that summer?

How confident he was?

How proud he was?

He was a--
He was a big little guy.

And, um, you know,
I don't want--

I don't want you
to get the wrong impression;

he practiced, a lot,

but I taught him that.

I taught him how to bunt.

So, when you asked me if I ever
touched your kid...

I really hope I did.

Personally, I'm partial

to the Presidential;

solid mahogany with
a high gloss finish,

or anything with
the velvet interior,

and the classic French Fold
design

with a hinged spilt couch,

and the adjustable
eternal rest bed.

And since you
will be ordering two

I'd be willing to offer you
a 20 percent discount

on the embalming.

In my 18 years
as a reporter

here at Cherokee City, Bill,

we've never had a case
as high profile as this one.

We have all the reporters,
all of the law enforcement here,

and plenty of passionate locals

who really just wanna get
a glimpse of Terry Maitland.

He, of course,
is the accused child killer,

and he should be making a court
appearance here momentarily.

Most of them
would like to see

justice against accused killer
Terry Maitland,

but others are here to offer
their support.

And this is the direct result
of that bombshell footage

that was leaked online
last night, of Maitland.

He's caught on tape attending
a literary convention

at the same time
Frankie Peterson was murdered.

D.A. Hayes,
do you worry your focus

is so narrow on Terry Maitland

that you could be letting other
potential suspects pass by?

No, absolutely not.

I have no doubt in my mind that
the man we have in custody

is the man who murdered
Frankie Peterson

on the afternoon of
March the 30th.

And on a personal note,
are the rumors true?

Could we actually see your name
on the ballot next March?

All I care about today

is securing justice for the kid
who was brutally killed

while walking home
in a neighborhood

we allowed him to think
was safe.

Okay, we're good.

Okay.

Killer!

Die, asshole!

Disgusting!
You degenerate!

Terry.

Terry, Terry.

Terry, let me see.
Let me see, let me see.

Jesus. 911!

- No! 911!
- Terry. Hey, Terry.

Call 911!

Hey.

Hey, breathe with me.

- Hey. Let me take a look.
- Breathe with me.

Let me take a look,
let me take a look.

Let me take a look. No...

- God.
- Okay, come here.

Put your hand there.
Just keep it there.

Right there, right there.

Look at me, Terry. Terry.

I didn't do it.

I wasn't there.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

Jus-- Just, Terry,
keep looking at me.

- Keep looking at me.
- Terry.

Ralph, we have a doctor here.

Hey, Terry,
stay with me, please.

- It's okay.
- Hey, I'm a doctor.

I'm here to help, okay?

We're gonna help you,
buddy. Stay with us.

Stay with us, buddy.

Got the bleeding under
control. Did someone call 911?

Yes.

Can you tell me
your name, buddy?

- What's his name?
- It's Terry.

Terry. Come on, Terry,
stay with us, okay?

- I need you to breathe.
- Terry.

Terry,
can you talk to me?

Terry.

Come on, Terry,
stay with us.

We have more help coming
on the way.

We're gonna get you
to the hospital, okay?

Come on, Terry,
stay with us.

Hello, sir.

Any complaints?

Um...

I killed a boy.

Um...

I meant your body.

Does anything hurt?

No, it's just...

tight all over.

Any medical history
I should know about?

Um, no, no.

You on any medications?

Lipitor...

for cholesterol.

Are there any other drugs
in your system right now?

No, sir.

Okay.

Well, I'm a little concerned
about your elevated BP so...

what I'd like to do right now

is to pull this curtain here,
and turn off the lights.

Just lay back, close your eyes,

and concentrate
on your breathing.

Let's see if we can get it down
on its own, okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry
for your loss, Mrs. Maitland.

I just need you to answer
a few questions

while things are still fresh
in your mind.

Would that be all right
with you?

Yes.

Mother fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Hi, Mrs. Anderson.

Evening, Lieutenant.

Hey.

How you holding up?

You're on administrative leave?

Yep, two weeks.

They've ordered me to
see a, trauma therapist.

You should.

When do I get my gun back?

Let's see what the therapist
says first.

How's Tamika doing?

She's laid up.

Cherokee Springs Medical Center,
with a shattered tibia.

She's mostly worried
about the baby.

She should never have been at
the courthouse,

I don't know why I...

That's my call.

Um, I don't know why I didn't
keep her back, I...

Just like I don't know
why I thought that

arresting Terry Maitland
in front of a full stadium crowd

was the way to go.

You had your reasons.

Just so you know,

we found out who stole that
Econoline van in New York.

Interested?

Chattanooga PD picked up some
kid sleeping in a Chrysler,

in a Walmart lot.

Turns out he's been on the road
for months

boosting cars,
and ditching them for others.

The Chevy van was the first
though.

Drove it from New York to Ohio,
ditched it for the Mini Cooper,

then swapped that out for
the Chrysler.

The Maitlands went on
a family vacation to Ohio.

This kid know when...

and where he switched the van
and the Mini Cooper?

All he knows is that it was
a shopping mall,

and that the Mini Cooper was

light yellow
with a black racing stripe.

You okay?

How many weeks
vacation do you get?

What?

You know how many weeks I get?

1.426.

Ten lousy days...

they have the balls to call me
back in on day seven.

Believe that dog shit?

What am I,
your fucking job counselor?

What happened?

You wanna throw any more
of that beer on my face

I will knock--

What happened there?

What happened there?

Get off! Son of a bitch!

Got him!

Come on, Jack,
it's time to go home.

Night night!

- Put him in a cab.
- Good night!

Put him in a cab?

C-- Call the fucking police
on that asshole.

Fucking police!
Fix your balls, dude!

- You all right?
- Sierra, get him a beer.

- I hate you!
- Mom!

- No! No, you be gone!
- Mommy! Mommy, hurry!

- Mom, Mom, hurry! Mom!
- I'm coming!

I hate you, I hate you,
I hate you!
I'm coming!

- No, you be gone!
- Mom, she's scaring me!

Hey, what's going on?

- Hey, what are you doing--
- He said he's happy

- Daddy's gone.
- What are you doing in there?

- Who is?
- The man!

What's wrong with her?

Nothing, she just had
a bad dream.

It's okay. Hey, come on.
No one's here.

Come here, come here,
come here. No one's here.

He left, he left.

No, no, no.
No one's here, it's okay.

It's just a bad dream.

- Mom.
- Yes.

Mom, what's wrong with her?

Nothing. She had a bad dream.

Yeah.

Lie down.

Okay?

- Mommy, I'm fine.
- It's okay.

It's all right.

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to wake you.

Your cigarette did.

Do you remember how long
it is since I had one, or both?

Five years.

Jesus, Ralph!

Tastes like petrified wood.

Yeah, they're aged.

It was
a blue scrap of paper.

What was?

The thing that I couldn't
dredge up, you know?

When Yune was talking about the,
um, the van the other night.

It was under
the windshield wiper.

It was, um...

Had a small, like, animal's
head on it, I think, and...

maybe some words.

G--
I saw the techs bag it up,

I'd meant to
examine it myself, but...

everything got a little too
exciting around here,

but I will go in tomorrow,
I will check it out.

For what it's worth.

Ralph, you're on leave.

You're supposed to start seeing
the therapist before anything.

Come back to bed.

I'm done sleeping
for tonight.

Just come lie next to me.

Come on.

My God!

My God!

Help!

Help!

Somebody help!

Ralph,
you're not supposed to be here.

- Yeah, I'm not.
- Okay.

I need the keys to
the evidence room.

Not sure where they are.

Welcome back.

Hey, Jack,
I thought you were on vacation.

I was
until y'all fucked the pooch

at the courthouse yesterday.

Between Tamika taking a bullet,

and you shooting that kid,

I'm the only dick left
on the squad, so yeah,

here I am...

...ripped untimely from
the forest primeval.

Appreciate ya.

Squad...

Did you get to kill
anything at least?

Me?

I have a snappy retort to that,

but I don't think
you wanna hear it.

You're wrong.

I'd love to hear
your snappy retort.

Hey, Ralph, D. A.'s office is on
the line, are ya here?

At least
one of us came out a hero.

You bring me in here
to tell me that?

No.

I've called you in here

to tell you I've decided
not to run for re-election.

Yesterday...

cut the heart out of the job
for me, and I need to move on.

Okay.

But that being said...

lab...

finally crashed the saliva
sample from the bite marks.

It is a dead-on match

for the swabs we took from
Terry Maitland.

You said it yourself.

DNA's only gonna take it so far
with the jury.

Besides, what difference does it
make now?

Well, it's still important.

How?

'Cause when Glory Maitland drops
a civil suit on this office,

the Sheriff's Department,
and the Cherokee City PD

for negligence, and...

with Howie Saloman as her
attorney she definitely will...

this DNA match can help

keep her monetary reward from
going through the roof.

She might deserve every penny.

Ralph...

even if Howie Saloman...

would have handed me
my ass in court.

that doesn't change the fact

that we were prosecuting
the right guy.

You know, I thought he was
guilty from the door on in,

and so did you,
don't ever forget that.

There's very little
chance of that happening.

"There are more things
in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of
in your philosophy."

In World War II...

a US fighter squadron

flew into a cloud cluster
over France

on a clear day,

and never came out
the other side.

What happened to 'em?
Who the fuck knows?

1587, Roanoke Colony,

North Carolina, close to
200 people living there

when the governor sailed back
to England to get more supplies,

and when he returned
they vanished,

not a soul, and no clue
as to what happened.

I mean, here we are
four centuries later,

we still can't figure it out.

So it is with Terry Maitland.

Is there a mystery here?

Yes.

Will there always be
unanswered questions?

Most likely.

Sometimes that happens,

and when it does,

you just need to learn
how to live with it,

and move on.

Yeah, that's hard for me.

Tell me the first thing
comes into your head.

Um...

What is it?
A corner of some flyer?

Correct.

The one of that van
I was telling you about.

Guy gets in, sees the flyer,
gets pissed,

tears it off instead of lifting
up the windshield wiper,

leaves that behind.

What is the flyer for?

A Pig, and "Big D."

Well, it's not a beauty parlor,
that's for sure.

Butcher shop maybe?

Deli, restaurant?

Shall we try the Google machine?

Yeah,
look between New York and Ohio.

New York... Ohio...

Got a Big Dwayne's
Auto Repair, Albany,

Big Duke's Fireworks,
Pennsylvania,

Big Dee's Sporting Goods,

that's a little on
the obvious side,

in Steubenville, Ohio.

- Um...
- Stay in Ohio.

Ohio...

All right, you've got...

Big Duff's Plumbing in Akron.

Hold on.

Got a Big Daddy's Hangry-Q,
in Dayton.

- Dayton?
- That's it, look.

Look.

Dayton...

Yup.

Jessa.

Were you dreaming about
that man again?

Do you want any water?

I'm good, thank you.

If you need me,
I'm right there, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I don't know, he's not latching
like he did yesterday.

Hey, baby-maker.

Okay, um, I'm sorry.

It's just a titty, Ralph,
I know you've seen a few before.

Aw, T,

even now you have to be
so crude and rude?

- Ma. That's me.
- Hey, Jack.

You did it!

- Thank you.
- So wonderful.

Wow, she's beautiful.

Well, actually, it's not a she.

Jerome...

Say hello to Mr. Anderson.

He looks a little like
ol' Uncle Jack, don't he?

And let me tell ya,

you mighta heard
giving birth au naturel

is ten kinds of hell...

Try doing it with your damn leg
in a cast.

I can imagine.

No you can't.

Look at you.

Hey, look, I know now's
probably not the right time,

but did you want an update
on the case?

I don't need one.

Yunis caught me up right before
you got here.

I'm surprised you
didn't pass him on your way,

he just left.

ICU paging Dr. Davis.

ICU paging Dr. Davis.

Hey, Yune.

Hey.

You know this guy?
Friend of yours?

You do too.

That's Fred Peterson.

What happened?

Is he gonna make it?

The rope cut off the oxygen
to his brain for ten minutes

so it depends on how you define
"making it."

I've been here five minutes.

I've already had two nurses
ask me to sign off on

harvesting his organs.

'Cause they can't find
anybody else.

That family's gone.

- Completely gone.
- Fucking case...

You go see Tamika's baby?

Yeah.

From Alpha to Omega?

I just need to know
if the kid dumped the van

somewhere near the BBQ place,
and if so, exactly when.

Ralph, you're on admin leave;

I want you to take advantage
of that,

and take some time for yourself.

What am I-- I--
t-- to recuperate?

Come on, I'm just going to be
sitting around

thinking about this evidence,
and how it doesn't add up, and--

- You go see that shrink yet?
- No, I haven't.

Look,
the Maitlands were in Dayton

from March 3rd to March 7th.

Now, if our guy dropped that van
at any time during those days,

and if they even came close
to crossing paths,

we would wanna know about that,
right?

Is the kid still
locked up in Chattanooga?

He's not locked up.

Cop who made the collar
took a liking to him,

put him in foster care.

Kid running from a violent home;

nobody wants
to see him get hurt.

- I wanna talk to him.
- Why?

He already said he doesn't
remember where he was.

Okay, great.

So now can-- can you just reach
out to somebody up there please,

and make it happen?

I'll make a deal with you,
Ralph.

You do something for me...

and I'll drive you
up there myself.

Have you
been to a therapist before,

Detective Anderson?

Um...

We saw a grief counselor
in Atlanta...

after my son died.

Sorry to hear that.

How old was he?

I'm not here to talk about him.

Was he helpful?

She.

Was she helpful?

Well, I'm still grieving, so...

She was okay, it was okay.

How are you feeling today?

How do you think I'm feeling?

Sorrowful, angry...

- Getting any sleep?
- Not much.

Dreams?

We're at dreams already?

Well...

If you ask ten therapists

for the best way to open
with a new patient

you'll get
ten different answers.

Yeah, I'm having some dreams.

Can you describe those?

Yeah.

People runnin', people shoutin',
people getting hurt,

people getting shot, um, but...

they're kinda slow motion
a little bit,

and the sound is
a little bit strange.

It's basically the same thing
that happened on the day.

Exactly as it was.

In these dreams,

were there any specific details
that stuck with you?

No.

Detective...

let me just give you
the big picture going forward.

It's good you came in
so soon after what happened,

but the potential injuries
to your psyche,

those can take weeks,
or months...

...even longer
to announce themselves so I--

Yeah, but doctor...

you know what?

The so called "reason" I'm here

is that the shooting has made me
so crazy

- I can't go back to work--
- Crazy's a meaningless word.

Whatever.

Look, I've been
a law enforcement professional

for over 20 years.

So, is it even imaginable
to you that I'm fine?

Do you feel fine?

Fuck no, I don't feel fine

but that's not really the--
the point.

Look, being here is just more
like a punishment,

feels more like that.

If you wanna walk out, Ralph,
I'm not gonna stop you.

It's just that when anybody says
to me,

"I'm here to help,"

things invariably get worse.

- Snap!
- I want all of them.

Why don't we just
take turns?

Yeah! Lego bus?

So, first we decide on
the rules we play...

I'll be right here.

Hey, Merlin.

Hey there, I'm Ralph.

This is Yunis.

We just, um,
wanted to ask you,

some questions about some of
these photographs we have.

Do you, um...

Do you recognize this?

It's a restaurant.

Yeah, that's right.
It's, it's in Dayton,

and, um...

...we found this...

in the, um, in the van

that you, that you drove
down from New York,

and so one of the things that
I'm hoping to achieve today,

with your help, son,
is to,

is to pin down exactly where
you might have left that van.

So, um...

W-- Would you like to sit down,
and talk to us about it?

I've never seen
this restaurant before.

Okay.

Why don't you take a look at
this photograph and...

just take your time.

Take your time.

Yeah, I was in this parking lot.

This baseball card store,

I wanted to go in but I was
too nervous to hang around.

You like baseball, Merlin?

I like the cards.

We're trying to make
an Astros fan out of him.

And when was this?

Three cars ago.

Okay, um...

well what-- what we're hoping
to do here is, um,

to maybe narrow it down
to the day, or even the week,

um, do you wanna sit down?

You wanna-- You sure you don't
wanna sit down and talk to us?

I'm okay.

Okay, so when you were driving
did you, um...

- did you listen to the radio?
- No.

Did you...

notice anything like, um,

a date and time display
out the front of a bank,

or a gas station?

Maybe you went into
a convenience store,

and saw a headline
on a newspaper,

or a magazine cover,
or the TV was on?

A TV in a 7-Eleven.

The lady behind the counter,
she had a little one running.

She had this big smudge
on her forehead.

I thought it was weird 'cause...

she was taking people's money
all day,

and not bothering
to clean her face.

Was it a smudge like this?

Yeah, it was kinda like an X.

Did you see anybody else that
day with something like that?

There was a guy
in the parking lot,

he had it too...

and a girl,

about my age,
coming out of a McDonald's...

Maybe it was a KFC.

The Ash Wednesday
fell on March 6th,

and the Maitlands were in Dayton

from March 3rd to March 7th.

But they flew both ways.

Terry was on that flight?

Yeah.

- Glory.
- No.

- I just-- I get it--
- No, you can't be here.

I need to talk to you.
Please talk to me.
No.

Look, I should never have
arrested Terry the way I did--

- Get your foot off my door.
- I did a lot of things wrong.

Get your fucking foot
off my door.

- Glory, please.
- I'm gonna get you arrested,

- get it off.
- You need to hear me out.

I need to what?

Back the fuck up.

What if he didn't do it?

He didn't do it!

He didn't do it.

He told you he didn't do it.

The last words my husband spoke
were to you, and not to me.

They were to you,
and he told you he didn't do it.

So, what else do you need?
A note from God?

If he didn't do it...

someone else did.

What if it happens again?

Are you asking me for my help?

Yeah

Maybe you can help me with
a few things.

Okay.

How am I supposed to get my kids
safely to school every day?

How am I supposed to
explain to them

why they no longer have friends?

Why people are screaming curses
at our windows,

and throwing shit
all over our porch,

and even if we move...

this whole goddamn thing

is tattooed on our faces.

What do I do with that?

The only way...

you're gonna get your life back
is by clearing Terry's name,

and the only way to do that

is to find whoever killed
Frankie Peterson.

Glory, to do that
I need your help.

You know, in Russia,
when Stalin had his goons

drag people from their homes

to be murdered
in some prison basement,

you know how he topped that off?

He would send
the dead man's family a bill

for the used bullet.

You talking to Glory Maitland
for help...

that's what this sounds like
to me.

Yeah, I can see how you would
see it that way.

If you think by talking to her

you can in any way stop me from
filing a suit against you,

or your department, Hayes,
or anyone else, you're wrong.

Don't give a damn about
any of that.

Hey, Glory,
thank you very much

for letting me into your house,
and, um, thank you for--

Enough.

You told Mrs. Maitland
you wanted to talk to her.

- Go.
- "Needed,"

is what he said. "Needed."

What do you need
to talk to her about?

Um...

There's some new information
that has come my way.

Now...

in and of itself it may be
inconsequential, but--

Punch line?

Turns out that the van that was
used to abduct the Peterson boy

was stolen in New York
by a 12-year-old kid.

This was the first of three
vehicles he stole,

and he wound up in Chattanooga,
which is where he was caught,

but, um... May I?

But he dumped that van
in Dayton on March 6th.

What of it?

Glory...

that's when you
and your family were there.

You're still trying to put this
on Terry?

No! No, no.

- That's not what this about--
- This is done.

Um, please,

just hear me out.
I-- Look, please.

I know that you and your family
flew both ways.

That's not in question,

and Terry himself told me
he never saw the van,

let alone stole it.
I wanna believe that,

we have his fingerprints
all over the goddamn thing,

but I want to.

What's the punch line?

There is none! But...

do you see how strange this is?

Dayton...

to Cherokee City,

I mean, that's not exactly
Paris to London.

It's as if this van just...

followed you home.

Maybe it was haunted.

Yeah, my mother the car.

Please just bear with me for
a moment here.

Why Dayton for
a family vacation?

Why not go to Orlando or--

Because Terry's father is
in Dayton, in a senior center,

but Terry's the only one
who sees him

because the man has dementia,
and tends to be violent.

Okay.

So, this vacation, when Terry
was off visiting his father,

what did you and the girls do?

He was only gone
a few hours a day.

We stayed in the hotel pool,
we went to the mall,

a movie.

When he came back,
did you ever go out to eat?

Once or twice.

You ever go to a place called
Big Daddy's Hangry BBQ?

Big Daddy's Hangry BBQ?

BBQ restaurant,
has a pig logo.

I'd like this to be done.

No, please, just one more.

Did anything out of the ordinary
happen while you were in Dayton?

Did one of the girls go missing
for a short while?

Did Terry say that he'd met up
with an old friend?

- Did you--
- Nothing happened!

Terry visited his dad,

we hung out, we came home,

we didn't eat at a restaurant
called

Big Daddy's Hangry BBQ,
and he didn't steal the van.

Goodnight.

Daddy got a cut.

Hey, love,
what are you doing down here?

Jessa was yelling at her
nightmare and woke me up.

You should give her Benadryl
next time.

Come, I'll take you up.

Come on, let's go.

Are you the man that killed
my father?

No, um-- No, Maya, I'm not,
but I am...

I made some terrible mistakes
with him and, um,

I'm gonna live
with those mistakes

for the rest of my life.

Let's go.

Hey, Maya,

can I just ask you,
before you go upstairs,

can I just ask you to tell me
about...

tell me about your dad's cut?

He got it visiting Grandpa.

Okay, wh--
why do you remember that?

Because...

he said he'd got it
from a nurse...

but the nurse was a man.

Yeah, yeah, sometimes nurses
can be men.

Did he tell you how he got it?

He said he was walking
in a hallway,

he bumped into the nurse
on a wet floor,

he grabbed the nurse's hand
as he fell down,

and when he got back up he...

saw he'd got a cut on his wrist.

Mom...

there was a pig restaurant...

in the mall, near our hotel.

Jessa saw the sign for it when
we were shopping there,

remember?

I don't remember.

Let's go to bed.

- Glory.
- Come on.

Hey, Glory,
do you remember this cut?

It was a cut,

he put something on it,
and that was it.

Goodnight!

We gotta retrace the steps...

Find where this whole
horror show started.

How about sending Holly Gibney?

Can we get her on this?
There's nobody better.

All these contradicting videos
and forensics.

Sounds like there's
a connection.

Do you see how strange this is?

You need to tell me
what this is about, Holly.

I'm afraid nobody's going
to believe me.

He didn't do it.

A human being cannot be
in two realities

at the same time.

I have no, um, tolerance,
for the unexplainable.

If you can't get yourself
to really believe in this,

you're a danger
to everyone else.

I think you should drop
the investigation.

If you don't,

I feel like something very bad
is gonna happen.

Something bad's
already happened.

He's here.