Those Who Kill (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Sunday - full transcript

Previously on Those Who Kill...

David's dead,

and Howard killed him.

He's not just your stepfather,

he's a judge.

I was assigned a John Doe.

Kid jumped off this bridge.

Uh, we ID'd our jumper.

Name was Trevor Stewartson.

- She buried him here.
- She?

- The killer's a woman.
- Trevor was the victim



and not the perpetrator.

Trevor's juvenile
records are sealed.

But you know
a family court judge.

Stewartson, right.

He factors into
a homicide I'm working.

This might make things
complicated, dear.

There are allegations
of abuse here.

Last year's season champs.

Reading for the drive
up to Waterfall.

That's the kid from AA.

He's Trevor's foster brother.

Pittsburgh Police!

Let me see your hands!

I have it right here.



♪ I am waking up at 10:00 ♪

♪ it's Sunday morning ♪

♪ fun day morning ♪

♪ I am turning on the radio ♪

♪ as always ♪

♪ on Sunday mornings ♪

♪ Sunday fever ♪

♪ Sunday clothes... ♪

Let's go back to bed.

I can't get this to load.

♪ the sun is shining ♪

♪ on Sunday morning ♪

♪ I am thinking
'bout some things to do ♪

♪ went back to bed ♪

♪ spent Sunday reading ♪

♪ Sunday fever ♪

♪ Sunday clothes... ♪

Psst.

Hello.

What are you doing?

I want to be in on the
questioning of Rodriguez.

He been arraigned?

Hell, no.

It's slow going on Sunday.

They're only getting
around to processing him.

Won't be able
to question Rodriguez

till after the game starts.

Okay? So go.

Do your, uh, Sunday whatever,
and then come back.

No.

I don't feel comfortable leaving

until that kid says "I did it"

and it's over.

Okay.

So you'll feel much better

about sitting on
this back-breaker

for a bunch of hours
doing nothing

till they let us talk to him?

We can't do anything, okay?

So go. Come on, Catherine.

Diego Rodriguez?
He did it.

He killed Monica Albreath,
and Trevor Stewartson.

Case is wrapped up.

You don't need to talk to him.

Yeah, I do.

I want to.

I'll tell you what.

I'll, uh, text you
an hour ahead

of when we can talk to him.

Here.

Sunday brunch.
On me.

Diego Rodriguez.

Say "Ah."

Arms up.

Now to your other side.

Turn right.

♪ Sunday fever ♪

♪ Sunday clothes... ♪

Oh. Hi, Mom.

I might have to leave
before Communion.

Mmm.

I didn't want to miss Mass.

I know how much
it means to you.

Yay!
The streak is alive.

And this afternoon?

Can you make it to
Howard's charity auction?

I don't know.

It's all about
if I have to work.

He'd love it if you could go.

He loves you.

And it'd be nice
to support his charity.

Oh, come on, go.

You and I can sneak
out the back,

go to the bar,
knock back Boilermakers

while they're
all fund-raising.

No. You'll get bombed

and make crazy insane bids
on sports memorabilia.

They're auctioning
a Sidney Crosby stick.

You'd better go to protect me.

You're the mom.

You're supposed to protect me.

I don't think I'm
much of a protector.

That's why I come here.

The only way I have
protected you two

is by marrying Howard.

Financially, I mean.

And love.

He loves you.

And David, so much.

He's so proud of you.

I'm gonna light
a candle for your brother

before they start.

Say a prayer
that he comes home.

Mom...

David's not coming home.

He's dead.

There's no proof of that.

And besides...

I always feel like
if I light a candle for him,

it's like this
little lighthouse,

so that he can
find his way home.

Lord, thank you
for this breakfast.

Even if it is my last.

And please...

please forgive me

for all the lives I've taken...

including the one
I will take today.

Hey, you're driving
me to Eric's,

so when Mom comes in
and tells you, you remember.

I totally knew that.

No, you didn't.

Yeah, I did.

No, you didn't.

- Yeah, I did.
- Nope.

Okay, I did not.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

So...

you make any money
fixing these clocks?

No.

No, it's just for me.

I can take apart
a broken clock,

put all the pieces
out on a table

and figure out
what's wrong with it.

Then I can replace
the bad part,

put it back together right,

and it works.

But if I figured out
that a human was broken,

took out all their pieces,

spread 'em on the table...

That would be awesome.

...that person would
never work again.

Do you think she missed Him?

When He was gone?

I know He was
God and all, but...

she was still a mom, right?

She must have been
so heartbroken.

_

But at least she
knew what happened

to her little boy.

I'm sorry, Mom, I got to go.

Oh.

It's time for Eric's.

Hey, um...

when I've dropped him off...

Mm-hmm?

That thing we were
talking about before?

Mm-hmm?

You think maybe we could
finish the conversation?

I'd love to.

Hey, what did you put in there?

Why'd we have to go and arrest
him on a Saturday night, huh?

Why'd we have to do that?

Ruins our Sunday.

Diego, huh?

Not many Hispanics
in Pittsburgh.

Some, but not a lot, right?

That tough?

Yo, man, my family's Iranian,

so you think you got
it rough, you know?

Worth living here, though,
for the pierogies.

Oh, no doubt.

So, foster family?

Was that...

how was that, rough or okay?

My brothers and sisters
were okay.

You and Trevor
were foster brothers.

We were brothers.

No doubt.
Your SIM card says

you called him over
and over the night he died.

Hey, man, I was working and
living at the Allegheny Hunger

and Housing that night.
Mr. Belli can prove it.

Why all the calls?

What, you two got
beef or something?

I told him not to.
I told him.

Told him not to what?

I did it.

I did it first.

Trev and I have been talking
about it for years.

Dreamed it, like,
how we'd do it.

But then he got in trouble
and had to leave,

so I got to do it.

And I regret it, man.

Okay, it's just probably me
here, Diego,

but I'm only following
a little bit of that, not much.

You two did what?

My brother's missing...

since he was 18.

He's two years older than me.

He's still listed as missing.

But I know he's dead.

I know someone killed him.

They're not here anymore, Diego.

But we're left with that pain.

And part of that pain is knowing

that someone is not paying
for taking them away from us.

Now, I get the feeling
that you ran from us

when we showed up
because maybe you have

a lot of reasons
to run from the police?

And you're not talking

because you think you'll be
ratting out Trevor

for Monica's murder, but...

it's you.

You're gonna go
to prison for this.

What Detective Jensen
is getting at, Diego,

is that you're not ratting out
Trevor, all right?

He's not here anymore.

You're not getting it.

You're taking the fall
for nobody.

This is about you now.

If it wasn't you
in that alley...

then that person killed
your brother, man.

Why protect him?

So tell us what you two did.

Found our real moms.

Your father and I don't go
into your room

and look through
and take your things.

I know, but I was gonna give
them back

after I showed them to the guys.

Look, buddy, it's not just us.

We have to respect
the person in that photo.

Their life was taken.

No one wants to be
remembered like that.

So those photos are just
to help Daddy

find the person who did it.

Do you understand
what Dad is saying?

Yeah.

I guess I wouldn't want
to be seen only in my underwear.

But in the other picture,
his clothes--

he folded them before he jumped
off a bridge.

But why even bother?

This is not the conversation
we're supposed to be having.

Yeah, wait, but Mom,

he folded his clothes up

like you fold up
my nice clothes.

I fold all your clothes.

Okay, yeah, but you fold
my nice clothes

way better than you fold

my regular clothes.

A mother...

Wait. Where are you
going now?

I found my mother.

But she, like...

didn't want me to find her.

She hates me.

I told Trev how bad
she made me feel,

like I was nothing.

But, even so...

he really wanted
to find his mom.

He thought his would feel
different about him than mine.

But even though I felt that way,
I also felt all guilty

that I'd found mine

and he didn't.

Did he find her?

Trev had this picture of his mom
on his wall, you know,

from the age that she had him.

Said the picture was his mom.

So, like, we'd been
looking for our moms, like forever.

But then, like, this one night,
after rehab,

at that AA, I saw this woman
in that alley.

And she, you know,

kind of looked like
the picture, but older.

I called him.
I told him.

So, he went to, uh,

meet this woman you
thought might be his mom.

Right.

Well, not "meet."

She didn't know he'd be there.

That's why he was in the alley.

He was gonna approach his real
mom and tell 'em who he was.

_

Now, we took this video

on the chance the killer
might be at the funeral.

Take a look
at the people there.

Anyone look like the woman
you're referring to?

Here.

That is Trevor's real mom.

A mother folds
her child's clothes...

Yeah, right.

My mom made me fold
my own clothes

or I took one upside the head.

...and deposits the body
in the river peacefully.

Thomas did say it was a woman
when we all thought it was a guy.

He's the one who said
it was a guy.

I have the right to modify
my analysis

based on new information.

I was out for a ride
and I came right down.

What's going on?

Hello...

Angela, you having
a nice Sunday?

It's okay. You?

What time do the
Pirates play today?

Oh, not today, Mrs. Steinmetz.

The Pirates play in the spring.

Oh.

Oh, there he goes again.

All day long, that Mr. Eicke.

I can't sleep because of him.

I'll go bring him his medicine
after we talk.

He'll calm down.

I mainly came to work today...

This is going
to be my last day at work.

And I wanted to say good-bye
to you, Mrs. Steinmetz.

You were always someone
who was nice to me.

Not many people were nice
to me...

listened to what I say
or, let alone, cared about it.

Not even my own mom or dad.

But you, you were a mother
to me more than my own mom.

Sometimes, uh,
we don't get to say

the things that we want
to say until it's too late.

And I wanted to say...

I'm going to miss you.

You're the only one I have
to miss or that

might miss me.

Well, why are you leaving?
Where are you going?

I'm going to visit my son.

Oh...

Well, Angela, before you go,

can you turn on
the Pirates game?

Trevor Stewartson discovered
that I was his birth mother

and found out where I worked
and what time I got off.

So he bought a suit,
dressed himself up,

came to present himself to me.

But I don't know that.

I'm walking through the alley,

this man comes out of the dark.

I don't know who he is.

He could be a mugger, a rapist.

I have to defend myself
with the baton.

"I am..."

your son?

Yes.

He manages to tell me that
before he finishes writing.

I take him for help,

but he dies.

So I laid him to rest
in the river.

Whoa!

There goes that Mr. Eicke.

I don't care
if he's 80 years old.

He's a douche bag.

If he grabs my butt
one more time,

I'm gonna hit him
with his bedpan.

Monica Albreath.

Albreath

hears the attack in the alley,

come out, tries to stop her.

Okay, all right.

You know, that all sounds right,

but... here's my one thing.

Monica Albreath's head
was caved in, all right?

Is it possible

that this woman can do
that much damage?

This is not a big person.

And then lift a deadweight body
into the trash.

And then carry

her deadweight son
down the steps

of the 31st Street Bridge
to the Allegheny.

Could there be
another person involved?

How high's the dumpster?

Early and I are about the
same size. I could do it.

- Take off your gun.
- Come on, man, you're way bigger than her.

- "Way"?
- I'm just saying.

Keep digging, Jerry.

I'm just saying that those two

deadweight bodies are

ten percent heavier
than that woman.

Okay? I'm slight.

Commander?

No one touches me
when I'm wearing

my cycling gear.

It can be done.

Okay.

There.

Now, I took you to the bathroom.

But that buzzer keeps
Mrs. Steinmetz awake.

So only use it in emergencies.

What makes you think
you can do that?!

Who said it was okay
for you to do that?

Don't touch me ever again!

I'm sick of this shit from you.

Okay?

Do you hear me?!

Do you underst...

What's the matter, Mr. Eicke?

Do you need help?

Okay.

Okay, yeah, dispatch
three units and meet us there.

Nurse in an old folks' home
just killed

a patient half block
from the alley

where they found Monica
and Trevor's bodies.

Her name is Angela Early,
bailed on her car,

whereabouts unknown.

Here's her address.

Whoa, whoa! Whoa, man!

Get back! Move it!

Down, boy. Sit. Down.

Nice job.

All right, let's go!
Move in!

She's not there.

Ditched the car.

Left the door wide open.

She's not ever coming back.

Clear!

Clear.

She's what they
call a hypervigilant.

Floor to ceiling locks,

alarm system, that
rancor out there,

security lights,
security cameras,

barred windows--
all symptoms

of outward adjustment stages
of posttraumatic stress.

This is the home of a
deeply traumatized woman.

Assisted living lists
Early as 33.

Mia said Trevor was 19 or 20?

If Early is Trevor's
birth mother,

then she would've been 13
when she had him.

That seems too young.

Wait, wait, the missing corner
from this photo

was in that horse trailer
Trevor was staying in.

Which means...
either Angela was there

or he was here.

Um, yeah.

And there's that.

Call an ME wagon.

We're gonna need
some body snatchers.

Dog must've dug this up.

Why now?

Why react to this trauma now?

You tell me.

Why now?

I think if Trevor
never found her,

never approached Angela,

she doesn't
accidentally kill him.

Just remains another victim.

With no one to turn to.

No professional help.

No family to help heal.

She confuses guilt...

and shame...

and rage.

But has nowhere to direct it.

She lives out her
entire sad life.

Quietly.

We'd never have heard from her.

But this random event occurs,

and boom.

Victim turns killer.

And it's all let
loose, they think,

on the people
that did it to them.

But it's always
self-destructive.

If that's what she's doing,

she'd go after the specific
person that did it to her.

Hey.

Got a gun box.

Nine millimeter
cartridge box, no gun.

Howard didn't give us anything
out of Trevor's file

about Angela Early.

That file could point

to the person
that she might be targeting.

Well, do you know another judge

that would give us
that information?

One you could even
find on a Sunday?

There's only one...

and I know where he is.

One more.

Okay, nice.

There's Cat.

Honey,

your mother said you
weren't going to make it.

There's some nice
items to bid on here.

Can we talk?
It's police business. Urgent.

Well, I got to auction off
a Warhol print

in about ten minutes, but...

Oh, we need some
information on a woman

who may be targeting a specific
individual from her past.

We believe this
could occur today.

It's related to
Trevor Stewartson.

Oh. We've been through this.

Our investigation led us
to his birth mother.

She killed two
people this morning.

I need your signature
to access the file.

I saw you take a picture
of a document

that I said was not admissible
to your investigation.

You didn't think I saw you,
but I did...

Detective Jensen.

That's a breach of trust
in our relationship.

Now... other officers

could never reach me here,

but you have because
I'm your father.

And what do you do again?

You push.
You violate protocol.

Listen to me.

Listen.

There is a reason that I
am resisting your demand.

It's the same as the last time.

Angela Early claims to
be the victim of a rape

when she was 13 years old.

Oh, my God.

So, she is his mother?

Yeah.

Angela's gonna go after
the birth father.

We need his name.

The birth father was never
charged with anything,

let alone convicted.

I mean, it was her allegation.

A girl with emotional problems,

and delusional in her claims...

What do you mean "delusional"?

She could have claimed it was
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Look, I'm not going to
give you the father's name.

I'm not out to arrest him.

I just want to keep him alive.

Officially.

Guilty or not, it's how
she perceives his guilt.

Well, exactly. "Perceives."

All the more reason for a mother

to carry through her own
perception of justice

and kill him.

Look, as a judge,
I can no longer trust you

with any information
that I give you through

sealed files or the
files that you steal.

If you want anything else,
you're gonna have

to go through the
proper procedures.

But as a father...

I'm very proud
of your dogged determination.

If I were you, I'd check out

her files at
the downtown women's shelter.

Thank you, Judge.

Think over
what you're about to do.

It's a hell of a thing to accuse
a man of raping a child.

There's always consequences.

Hi.

Catherine Jensen,
Pittsburgh Police.

We need some information
on an Angela Early.

Her son Trevor Stewartson
would have been born

about 20 years ago.

What do you remember
from 20 years ago?

Why such a dick?

The girl was raped.

We need the birth
father's name.

The rapist's name.

His life may be in danger.

20 years.

I have to break open
the files in storage.

Yeah, rape and assault.

Don't remember her.
I never heard of her.

You know, this kind
of case is everyday.

Angela Early.

Raped at 13.

Beaten unconscious. Spent
two days on life support.

Her parents made
her carry full-term.

No formal education
during pregnancy.

Baby boy put up for adoption.

The father's name.

Come on. Don't do that to me.

You know I can't

give you that without a warrant.

Well, that's if a cop's

asking for the name.

She's a cop, but...

I'm not.

No one gets in trouble.

Oh, they don't, huh?

You know,
if she arrests this guy,

it's inadmissible,
so why bother?

Do you know how many people
are hurt or die

because jag-offs like you
don't want to get sued?

Did you not hear what she said?!

Thomas...

This man will be killed
by this woman

because you wouldn't give her
what she asked for,

and it's on your head!

Your head!

What part of that
do you not get?!

You all right?

I wish people were clocks.

Who's there?

Uh... I'm looking for...

Cole Hoyt.

I know he used to live here.

He don't live here no more.

Not for years.

Can you tell me
where I can find him?

Who wants to know?

I'm... Ms. Bradshaw.

I work for a medical company
that owes him a refund,

but I need to know
where I can find him.

Yes, uh, Cole came in
for a procedure,

and his insurance overpaid.

And now, with Obamacare,
we're required to refund

the patient directly,
so if you could tell me

where I could find him,
I'd much appreciate it.

Do I know you?

Did we meet at the clinic?

No.

But I know that I know you.

I'm just trying to find Hoyt.

I do know you.

I remember you now.
You're that girl.

That girl that tried to get him
in trouble all those years ago.

You ain't got no money.

So just go on home...

or else I'll call somebody
to take you home.

You're right. You do know me.

Cole and I met hanging out
at Arsenal Park.

He brought me back here
to play Nintendo.

And when you went out,

your son raped me
in that living room.

Beat me up.

Right there in that living room,
right where you're standing.

Now you know who I am.

Where is Cole?!

34-71, we got a possible DOA
at 155 Clark Street.

Excuse me.

Cole Hoyt-- does he still live

in that house?

Around here?

Is he in prison?

Is he dead?

If he's not dead now,

he's gonna be.

Excuse me, ma'am?

You don't look
like a policeman.

I'm not.

I'm a psychologist.
I'm trying to help Cole.

Please, if you know
where he is...

- Code three. Suspect is armed.
- Well...

Why you standing way down there?

I'm way up here.

I'm Angela Early.

Hi, Angela.

Nice to meet you.

Your son is dead.

Shit, I ain't got no son.

I killed him.

I met my son twice.

First, when I gave birth to him.

Second, when I killed him.

Drop the gun, Angela!

Drop it!

I got cover!
I'm going around back!

Angela, it's over.

Angela.

Don't. Angela, put down the gun!

Put it down!

Put it down.

It wasn't you.

You're not at fault.

I am.

No!

34-72, base.

Go ahead, 34-72.

Downriver, rescue and medics.

Suspect jumped.

♪ Monday, Monday ♪

♪ So good to me... ♪

- Good morning, Detective.
- Good morning.

♪ Monday morning ♪

♪ it was all ♪

♪ I hoped it would be ♪

♪ oh, Monday morning ♪

♪ Monday morning ♪

♪ couldn't guarantee ♪

♪ that Monday evening ♪

♪ you would still
be here with me ♪

♪ Monday, Monday ♪

♪ can't trust that day ♪

♪ Monday, Monday ♪

♪ sometimes it just ♪

♪ turns out that way ♪

♪ oh, Monday morning ♪

♪ you gave me no warning ♪

♪ of what was to be ♪

♪ oh, Monday, Monday ♪

♪ how could you leave ♪

♪ and not take me? ♪

♪ every other day ♪
♪ every other day ♪

♪ every other day,
every other day of the week ♪

♪ is fine, yeah,
all of the time... ♪