My name is Dylan Reinhart. Not too long ago,
I was an operative in the CIA known as Agent Reinhart.
When I left the Agency and started teaching,
I became Professor Reinhart.
I wrote a book about abnormal behavior
and criminals, which was so successful
a serial killer used it as clues for his murders.
That's when the New York Police Department
reached out to me to help catch him.
Which I did, so they hired me,
and I became Consultant Reinhart.
So now I'm working with this woman,
Detective Lizzie Needham
of the homicide division, catching killers.
Looks like I need a new name.
Don't they call you Professor Psychopath?
♪
DYLAN: Our ability to glide
from what society deems normal
to what we've defined as abnormal
is in part because we carry inside us
versions of ourselves as the children we once were.
All it takes is the right person,
the right place or word
to cleave us open and have that child emerge
in all its glorious joy, selfishness and anger.
It can push us to do things we normally would not,
and I'm not just talking about flossing.
(LIGHT LAUGHTER)
A perfectly loving person
can become a heartless person,
given the right circumstances.
(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Any idea what's going on in there?
Nope.
Lieutenant's been in there with her for a while.
(PHONE RINGS)
Needham.
- (OTHER PHONES RINGING) - Okay.
(SIRENS WAILING)
MAN: Car seven's clear.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DYLAN: ESU. Bomb Squad.
OEM. FBI.
This isn't good.
♪
LIZZIE: We can rule out an accident.
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We had an incident on the R Train earlier today
with multiple fatalities.
We will be withholding the victims' names
until their next of kin have been notified.
All I can say now is a poisonous gas
was released on that subway.
What exactly the gas was, how it was released
and who released it remain unknown at this time.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
Conductor Johnson, I'm Detective Needham.
This is my partner, Dylan Reinhart.
Can you tell us what happened?
I've been on the R Train for nine years.
I've never seen anything like this ever.
Anything unusual happen?
I was held in the tunnel by dispatch.
- For how long? - Almost five minutes.
Train ahead of us had a door malfunction.
Thank you. Get some rest.
So, the passengers were between stations
for around five times longer than expected.
That's a lifetime when you're inhaling toxic fumes.
There is no way the killer knew
that the train would have been delayed.
Unless the killer... or killers... delayed the train.
Either way, the gas had enough time to damage that pole.
Either way, everyone on that car is indeed dead.
Maybe not everyone.
- LIZZIE: Hey! - DYLAN: Were you on that train?
LIZZIE: Hey, hey. You okay?
Yeah.
I can smell the gas on his jacket.
Oh, y-you shouldn't have that on you.
It's contaminated.
Can you take it off?
I'm good.
He's not a victim. He's a thief.
Turn around.
I haven't seen one of these
since I was a kid. I found that.
I found all of these.
Found?
Passengers drop crap all the time
when they're rushing to make their train.
Look, I'm not a bad guy.
I just... I work this line.
I-I grab things when I can.
You pick dead people's pockets.
Don't sell yourself short.
You sound like a wonderful guy.
What did you see down there?
I saw the bodies...
bunched in front of the doors.
The Walkman was just laying on the ground not next to anybody,
so I took it.
And a phone from some guy's hand.
I mean, what was he gonna do with it, you know?
Okay, come on.
Come on.
DYLAN: Any word on that phone the pickpocket... picked?
Still waiting for it to be unlocked,
along with all the other phones from that car.
Anything on the cassette in the Walkman?
The Walkman was broken,
and finding a working cassette player around here
may be more challenging than finding the killer.
If there was a specific target on the train,
maybe the Walkman could give us a clue as to why.
Or it could be a Duran Duran mix tape.
I happen to have a cassette deck at home.
Oh. In your boom box?
Yes, next to my eight-track.
- What's an eight-track? - Ooh.
So, probably shouldn't ask who Duran Duran are?
- No! - (SQUEALS) Kidding.
My first Walkman changed my life.
I used to listen to music on it all the time.
It was my escape.
Was your childhood really that bad?
My mother was busy taking care of my father.
My father was busy taking care of his work.
It's not like the bills weren't paid
or there was no food on the table.
Just, I had a cassette player for my best friend.
JASMINE: Okay, listen up, everybody.
There were 12 victims on the car, all adults.
Seven of the 12 were from out of state, one French diplomat.
Still assessing the CCTV footage
from every stop on the line,
and no one has claimed responsibility... yet.
This is being treated as a terrorist act,
so the FBI will take the lead.
We need to pull together and sniff out those responsible
and show them and the rest of the world
no one gets to do this to us.
Let's get 'em.
No one claimed responsibility.
Terrorists need credit.
They usually aim for big, splashy targets
with high body counts,
yet this was the last car, typically the least populated,
of a fairly quiet subway line,
not even at rush hour.
Would now be a bad time
to tell them it's not a terrorist attack?
FUCCI: They unlocked the phone from the pickpocket.
Belongs to victim Josh Monaz.
Sent a text from the subway:
"Doors closed before I could get off.
Meet you at the usual place."
To a Grace Asher.
GRACE: It's horrible.
He was an amazing man, and we were soul mates.
May I ask why you didn't come forward?
DYLAN: Is it because you were
having an affair with the victim?
Having an affair? With Josh?
You aren't wearing a wedding ring,
and all four male victims were wearing one.
People who want to hide the truth
tend to gesture toward themselves, as you have done;
Play with their hair, as you are doing;
And repeat the question before answering it,
as you did when I asked you
if you were having an affair with the victim.
Oh, and as Detective Needham mentioned,
you didn't come forward.
(SIGHS)
Josh is married,
but not happily.
We were going to a hotel,
and I didn't want anyone to find out.
What happened on the platform?
We were heading for the train,
and Josh was ahead of me.
And then, suddenly, this guy appears on my left
and barrels into me as he passes.
He knocked my bag down.
All of my things went flying.
What did he look like?
He was skinny, white.
I call out to Josh, but he's too far ahead.
I look up to see the guy.
He was wearing a backpack,
and he gets onto the same car as Josh.
Just as the doors are about to close, he hops off
and then jumps onto another car.
J-Josh tries to hold the doors open for me...
and...
I grab my things, but...
the doors slam shut, and the train takes off, and...
that was the last time that I...
I'll never see him again.
Do you remember any more detail
about the guy who knocked into you?
(SIGHS) He... he had a tattoo, uh...
on his forearm.
It was just a blur,
but I think it was a leaf.
Like...
a marijuana leaf.
We are New Yorkers.
(OVER TV): That is why our city is open for business,
including the subway.
I will be taking the subway back to city hall,
and I implore my fellow New Yorkers to do the same.
That's the official public message,
but FBI and DHS are still on high alert.
French diplomat didn't have any apparent enemies.
No one's standing down yet.
That cassette tape was just a long,
boring lecture about the history of Central Park.
MAN (ON TAPE): And the Olmstead Hotel.
Frederick Law Olmstead served as the park's...
LIZZIE: And turns out that victim's mistress
wasn't as much help with the sketch artist as we'd hoped.
We struck out looking
for a matching marijuana tattoo in the tattoo book.
Maybe the FBI had better luck with her.
Speaking of which, there's been an operational shift overnight.
So, even though we apprehended a thief and found an eyewitness,
we're being pushed aside?
The Joint Terrorism Task Force is going to take the lead,
- linking with federal investigators. - This is a huge case.
I want to catch the son of a bitch who did this.
You know it's not my call.
Don't worry.
Very few terrorists have motives that are
psychologically complex or individually nuanced.
Religious zealot, fascist militant...
(SCOFFS) pretty much the same guy.
Oh, how boring for you.
I do have something for you.
We thought it was connected to the subway,
but given the negligible size of the explosive,
we're ruling that out.
Yay. We get the negligible case.
There was a small explosion
at the Central Park Carousel... one fatality.
It's yours.
There was an explosion around 8:30.
Threw this blue horse and this guy into the air.
Found some explosives in the carousel area,
and you got some eyewitnesses over there.
WOMAN: We were on our morning ride.
We got about a block north, and boom.
Kathy called 911.
I passed this.
I don't know if it belonged to the bomber
or if some kid lost it,
but I thought I'd grab it.
You should give him a medal.
He rushed in to save that guy's life.
I just did what any New Yorker would do.
And, anyway, it wasn't enough.
What's your name?
Kyle Adams.
Um, I had a father and son
in my carriage when I heard the explosion.
I, uh... I'm a hansom cab driver.
The last place a horse should be
is walking around the streets of New York City.
Shame on you!
We treat our horses better
than most people treat their dogs.
Not to mention, we hit fewer pedestrians than bicyclists.
LIZZIE: If you both don't mind...
Please continue.
Um, I told them they'd have
to walk the rest of the way, and I rushed to help the man.
- I was too late. - Thank you.
You can all go.
Officer, can we get this to the lab?
- Absolutely. - As soon as possible.
Dylan.
Roger.
CIA involved in this?
(CHUCKLES)
The Case of the Merry-Go-Round Murder?
Hardly.
I was called in for the subway incident.
That French diplomat who died...
he was DGSE, stationed in Tehran,
and he was under surveillance by us.
I understand Command Ops took you off the main event.
I can get you reassigned,
stop you from wasting your time here.
In fact, I already made the call.
Hey, it's a big case.
- My car's waiting. - No, thanks.
ROGER: Well, figured it was worth a shot.
At least let me take you and Andrew to dinner tonight.
I'll check in later.
You look pretty good.
Police work suits you. (CHUCKLES)
Who's that?
That...
is my father.
The vic was Cyrus Bryant. He was one of my Cis when I
was in narcotics. He'd been cooperating for a while.
Cyrus had been involved in the ongoing investigation
into two warring drug dealers vying for uptown traffic.
Looks like he got hit and we lost a CI.
DYLAN: Wouldn't drug lords just shoot a rival?
Why cause a public spectacle with an explosion?
There's a hole in the back of this saddle.
Oh, got something for you.
I love when this happens.
- When what happens? - When I might be wrong.
It keeps me on my toes.
Maybe this is about drugs.
Oh, I give this burst of humility about three seconds.
Except I don't think it is about drugs.
Ooh! Two seconds.
I mean, why use an explosive?
And such a small one. No.
Something else is going on.
(SIGHS)
Don't be mad just because I disagree with you.
You always disagree with me.
And I'm not mad. I'm frustrated.
We had a chance to get back on the subway case.
You didn't even check with me before saying no.
My father caught me off guard.
He loves to get in my head.
But he still came here to offer it and to see you.
No, he came here because
a French diplomat died in the attack.
Maybe he came to the city for that.
Didn't he come to the park for you?
Mm, it's not that simple.
Never is with family.
Maybe you can explain it to me. I'd like to know.
(SIGHS) I wrote a book, Freaks,
which was a best seller, which got me in People magazine,
which you read three times.
I'm familiar with the book.
I'm not sure my father is.
I don't know if he ever read it.
So ask him.
I'm not sure I want to know the answer.
You shouldn't wonder.
Just ask. Take control.
If he hasn't read it, let him know how much it bothers you.
It's not such a big deal. It's just a book.
I'm gonna go and listen to that cassette again,
see if I missed anything.
- Any leads on the subway case? - Uh, not that I've heard,
but since I'm not on it, I wouldn't know.
Lizzie, we need your help with Lieutenant Gooden.
- Why? - Because you're her friend
and you never do anything wrong.
FUCCI: Yeah, you wouldn't stand in a "ten items or less" line
- with 11 items. - You're the ultimate rule follower.
Gee, thanks, guys.
What's wrong?
Lou has locked herself in
the conference room, closed the blinds
and said she is not to be disturbed.
- So don't disturb her. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
We need you to disturb her, all right?
I'm this close to having a panic attack.
I've seen him have a panic attack. It's not pretty.
Why is Lou talking to Internal Affairs?
Can you go in and find out?
Lizzie?
(SIGHS) Fine.
Don't stand there. Move around.
(WHISPERING): I'm so sorry.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
I just need a veil. (CHUCKLES)
Lizzie, meet Olga.
- Olga, Lizzie. - Hi.
I'm at work when the bridal shop opens,
and I'm still at work after it closes.
Olga was kind enough to offer to do my fittings
in our conference room.
Everything okay?
Oh, yeah. The guys just thought that you
were meeting with Internal Affairs again.
- Again? - Yesterday.
Sally, uh, she wasn't here
on, uh, police business yesterday.
She's helping me plan my wedding.
Oh. Okay.
S-Sorry.
Wait, Sal... Sally?
Excuse me, Olga. Do you mind?
Can you just give us a minute, please?
Thanks.
You...
You asked Sally?
Because...
being on her third marriage, she's got more experience?
You've been really swamped, and you're doing great work.
We are always swamped.
I asked you to help with my wedding.
I know, but you just went on a date.
You're finally moving on.
Finally...
Okay, I get it.
Sorry that I've been a drag.
Lizzie, you haven't,
but you've had a rough time.
It's not even a year yet since...
You're afraid I'm too fragile?
I just didn't want to stir up any more pain for you.
Your wedding should have come first.
It should have, but it didn't.
Yeah, you're right. I'm... I get it.
I'm sorry that I barged in on you.
That dress is gonna be perfect.
Uh, if you have a beer that costs
less than $20, I'll take it.
Otherwise, tap water is fine.
(WHISPERS): These prices are criminal.
Oh, immoral. I would like a triple shot
of your finest tequila, and could you bring it
as fast as humanly possible, please?
- Right away, sir. - Thank you.
(CHUCKLING): Wow.
You know when you, uh, walk into a place
or just see it and you have a physical reaction?
Well, um, all this restaurant is to me
is a repository of upsetting memories of dinners
- with my dear ol' dad. - Come on, Dylan.
It's just... it's only dinner.
(SCOFFS) You're clearly forgetting
the last meal we had with my dad.
You told him you were leaving the CIA.
It's-it's... it's the only thing he ever wanted for you.
The only thing he thought that you both had in common.
Of course he wasn't gonna react well to that news.
Well, he didn't have to be so... him about it.
Tonight's gonna be different.
There'll be no bad news.
There'll be no news at all, and besides,
there is nothing your father can say or do
that I can't help you handle.
- There you are. - Thank you.
Except maybe that.
Welcome back, sir.
What is Lizzie doing here with him?
I invited Lizzie to join us, Dylan.
I thought it'd be nice to have
both of your partners together. (CHUCKLES)
- ROGER: Andrew. - ANDREW: Roger.
Your father didn't tell you he invited me.
Nope. He likes to withhold things.
Heard you gave up law and bought a bar.
Yes, I did. I, uh...
I needed a less sleazy work environment.
(LAUGHTER)
Lizzie was just telling me what it's like working with you.
Oh, I hope she didn't overuse the word, "lackluster."
(CHUCKLES) - You don't have to answer any more
of my father's questions.
My son is a big proponent of secrecy.
- It's genetic. - ANDY (CLEARS THROAT): Roger,
how long are you in town for?
Until we can close the terrorist attack.
- It's not a terrorist attack. - Ah...
Dylan likes to be a contrarian.
You mean I like to be right?
Well, hop back on the case and prove it.
My offer still stands.
We have a case.
- You know that. - Ah, yes.
The Carnage on the Carousel.
Don't do this.
Come back.
(CHUCKLES)
Really?
That's why you're here?
Yes, this whole terrorist attack
is a ploy to get me to lure you back.
It wasn't a terrorist attack.
Don't throw your calling away on this nonsense.
- (CELL PHONE BUZZING) - LIZZIE: Excuse me.
There's a fire at the Olmstead Hotel and a body.
- Do you want to go check it out? - Yes, I do.
Sorry to not eat and run, but we have some nonsense
to attend to.
- I'm sorry. - See you.
♪
There's blood on the back of his head.
Maybe the fire was just a cover-up
for killing this guy.
DYLAN: Huh.
They moved the chair and the couch.
Why go to the trouble of rearranging the furniture,
ripping this place apart,
only to burn it down?
Maybe it's not about the body.
We're homicide cops.
It better be about the body.
People destroy things because they've projected
their self-hatred onto something outside
which has to be annihilated.
No other vics?
No one else was found here? No kids?
No, just this guy.
So, why the kid's robe?
(CLATTERING, GLASS CRUNCHING)
DYLAN: He destroys a room.
Destroys a carousel horse.
Kid's shoe.
Kid's robe.
Why do all this damage if you're just gonna kill someone?
Whoever did this wanted to destroy this place,
much like someone wanted to destroy
that blue carousel horse.
Victims may have been killed,
but I don't think that was the intention.
I think that horse and this room
were the actual targets,
and I think these crimes were perpetrated by the same person,
and I think he's only just started.
The man who rented out the Olmstead Suite paid with
a stolen card. They don't know who the victim was.
Judging from the footage we viewed,
the killer must have known his victim
and invited him in, but he was careful
to keep himself hidden from the cameras.
Could the vic have been in on it?
Maybe.
Possible but unlikely.
What I think is more likely is that
the killer was interrupted by his visitor,
confronted about what he was doing,
and he had no choice but to silence him.
That's an awfully big leap
with zero evidence to support it.
It is. But the room wasn't trashed
in the way a rock star trashes a room...
chaotic and haphazard.
There was a clear order to how it was damaged,
and the furniture was rearranged
with a sense of logic.
The clock in the room
was damaged at 9:48.
That's when it stopped.
The victim arrived at 9:55.
The only reason to destroy a room
in the way it was done
is if it had a personal meaning to him.
If he's internally fragmented, he projects
all the bad stuff about himself onto these places...
the carousel, the Olmstead room.
You're gonna have to get something more concrete than that.
- Too negligible? - Nice one, Lizzie.
How about the robe and the sneaker?
- Both kids' sizes. - And the carousel.
All childlike stuff.
He could be the Doogie Howser of murderers,
but he could also be an adult
who is destroying his own memories,
pieces of himself.
"The Doogie Howser of murderers."
Yeah, gonna need more than that.
Lizzie.
Mm-hmm?
(SIGHS)
Is what happened with us gonna be a problem for this?
Not for me.
It doesn't mean I've forgotten about it.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I'm sure you didn't mean to.
I should get back to work.
You know it's Lieutenant Gooden's job
to be unimaginative and irritating?
Yes.
She didn't ask me to help plan her wedding.
She thought it'd be hard for you.
- Would it? - Yes, but that's beside the point.
Let me make that choice.
Maybe she didn't want you to have to.
Events, like places, can be powder kegs for buried emotions.
Lieutenant Gooden was protecting you
from going through the anguish of grief again.
Even if you know you have to move on,
it doesn't make it any easier.
For the record, it's aggravating sometimes
how smart you are.
Tell me about it.
"Events, like places..."
What about 'em?
I think he was trying
to destroy his own bad memories,
but why now?
- The tattoo. - Mm-hmm.
The girl said the subway suspect
- had a tattoo. - Yeah, like a marijuana plant.
What looks like cannabis but isn't cannabis?
- I give up. - A maple leaf.
What is Central Park's symbol?
Look how close they all are.
The carousel, the Olmstead, the subway.
This train leads right to the park.
All of these. It's the same guy.
What is he telling us?
The Walkman was damaged, but maybe it wasn't from age.
Maybe it was from whatever was released in that subway car.
Maybe the subway attack wasn't meant to kill people.
Maybe they were just collateral damage.
Did the FBI ever share the compound
- that was found in that backpack? - Nope.
But I know someone who's still on the case.
He gave me his number
at dinner last night.
I thought we consult each other first.
Oh, we do?
So... you and your dad.
You and me, we do this because we can't turn it off.
It's who we are.
My father's the same way,
except in his mind, saving lives,
protecting people, exists in a hierarchy.
The more people you save, the more of a hero you are.
So being a cop isn't good enough?
Oh, nothing I did ever was.
First of all, it was my ability with music.
Then it was because I didn't like girls the way he did.
Our relationship was like a series of little threads.
Each day, he'd pull one until who I was
had all these little holes.
I'm so sorry.
True story.
- Do you mind if I call him? - (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
See what's in the backpack?
Thank you for asking.
Your father said the chemical
in the subway attack was chlorine.
A high concentration could be fatal
within a few minutes of exposure.
It's also a corrosive gas that can destroy metal.
He used chlorine to damage the subway car.
The same way he destroyed part of that carousel
and the hotel room.
Places.
Had that train not stopped unexpectedly,
those subway riders would probably have lived.
You happy now?
Why would I be happy?
You got your wish.
We're back on the subway case.
DOUG: So, this is weird.
The vic in the hotel didn't die from smoke inhalation.
The signs point to blunt-force trauma being the cause of death.
What's weird about that?
His blood panel showed leptospirosis in his system.
LIZZIE: What's weird about that?
DYLAN: Leptospirosis is a bacterial infection
that can infect people who've come into contact
with cattle, pigs and horses.
There aren't too many cattle or pigs in New York City.
- Horses! - Horses!
We were told you're friends with Kyle Adams.
Do you know him?
Kyle's not working today.
That's our horse, the blue one... the one that was blown up.
- Is that you? - Uh, no.
This is Kyle's cab. Why isn't he working today?
It's his birthday.
Do you know where he might be?
No, but he lives above the stables.
LIZZIE: Police.
Uh, w-we need to talk to Kyle Adams.
I gave Kyle the day off.
Are any of your drivers missing?
Uh, Fritz.
I haven't seen him since yesterday.
Is he okay?
Is this Fritz?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
We're still piecing things together.
Does Kyle have any tattoos?
On his forearm. A leaf.
We're gonna need to see Kyle's apartment.
Look at these.
The crime scenes.
DYLAN: And I'll bet Kyle was at every one.
Terence Adams.
Kyle's father?
Why do I know that name?
Oh, Terence Adams led the restoration
of Central Park in the '80s.
That's whose voice was on the Walkman.
Kyle's dad.
It didn't belong to a tourist. It was Kyle's.
- Explains Kyle's connection to the park. - Uh-huh.
The city thought of Mr. Adams as a savior.
Seemed to have it all.
Until he committed suicide 28 years ago today.
That would explain why now.
Oh.
He killed himself on Kyle's birthday.
It's the logic of someone with arrested development.
He's thinking like a seven-year-old.
The Walkman,
the sneaker, the bathrobe.
They weren't just found at those scenes.
They were left there by Kyle.
Tributes.
Sacred last memories with his dad
that now he's letting go.
It's a suicide mission.
Just like his dad
on the very same day,
at the very same age.
So that's that smell.
It's not horse dung.
It's lawn fertilizer.
With ammonium nitrate... the same thing
McVeigh used in Oklahoma City.
Kyle's planning something big.
The question is... where?
Uh, did-did it say where his father killed himself?
He jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge,
but Kyle wasn't there to catch him.
That photo, with the bridge in the background...
his father's office.
It's my bet that Kyle will want
to destroy that memory, too, and watch it being destroyed.
We have to get to the bridge before he blows it up.
Set up a perimeter at Brooklyn Bridge.
Notify ESU and Bomb Squad. Let all units know.
Stay off your portables in Lower Manhattan.
Stay off your portables? Walkie-talkies?
Isn't that how the cops talk to each other?
Radio waves could set off a bomb and kill us.
- I'll find Bomb Squad. - I'll look for Kyle.
I think I know where he may be.
What do we got?
Mobilization points set up at Chambers and Cadman Plaza.
Okay.
Kyle!
I know you.
Yeah, we... met at the carousel
when you tried to save that man's life.
I know you're not a killer.
I know that wasn't part of your plan.
The carousel was bombed before it opened
to avoid casualties.
The passengers would've lived
if the train hadn't gotten stuck in that tunnel.
Even killing Fritz was an accident, wasn't it?
I-I didn't...
I didn't mean to kill anybody.
Th-They were just in the wrong places.
I know.
Tell me about that last day,
what you did with your dad.
- Check the cars down that block. - OFFICER: It's clear!
OFFICER 2: Every car so far has been cleared.
It was your birthday.
My dad took off work for my birthday.
I wanted to spend it in New York City,
- do all the things... - All the things
that any young kid from out of town
would want to do in the big city on his birthday.
Ride the carousel. Stay in a fancy hotel.
Go on the subway.
No, I wanted to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
He didn't.
It was late.
I threw a tantrum. He took me.
He did everything for me.
He... he was the greatest man I ever met.
But then later he went back there.
He said good night to me at the hotel.
Said he had to go back to the office.
- It's right downstairs. - Yeah, I know.
I-I could never grow up
to be the man he wanted me to be.
Yeah, he was a great man.
And he wanted you to have a great day.
But at the end of it, he killed himself.
And you know what?
None of that, no matter what your mind tells you...
none of that was your fault.
- It was. - I know that you believe
you are destined to become like your father, but you are not.
You are not like your father,
and you never will be.
Who are you?
My name's Dylan.
Get ready to see something, Dylan.
If you press that button,
it won't be just your memory that you destroy...
or the bridge.
Hundreds of people...
out for a walk, going to work...
OFFICER: This one's clear, too!
There! That's it!
- Let's go. Over there. - The horse trailer!
(OFFICERS SHOUTING)
People who love this city,
who love the park.
Fathers and sons.
And you know what?
Some of them might be spending a birthday together.
Do you really want to kill them?
That is not who you are, Kyle.
I know it's not.
Kyle, no!
(SIGHS)
Everyone's safe.
The bomb's defused.
- You did well. - So did you.
Had Kyle pulled that detonator...
I could have saved him.
He's a mass killer.
Losing a parent to suicide at an early age
can often be a catalyst for psychiatric disorders.
That is no excuse for what he did.
I know. The worst thing is...
he thought his father's suicide was his fault,
that he had made his father jump.
He was ill, damaged,
just like his dad.
(SIGHS) But he spent his whole life
believing he had failed him,
and he just couldn't move on from that.
Moving on isn't always so easy.
Hasn't been for me.
It wasn't for Kyle,
and look at all the damage it did.
A dad commits suicide on his son's birthday.
I think the father's the one who failed the son.
I heard that can happen.
True story.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
Need some help?
Ah, piece of cake.
(LAUGHS) - Okay...
Okay.
Maybe it can now be your something borrowed,
except you never have to give it back.
My veil.
What is that, the world's biggest veil?
It's got my dress in there, too.
Promise, if you hate it, you'll tell me.
I'm gonna love it.
You know, I went with you to ten different bridal shops,
then you change your mind at the last minute
and buy something on your own?
I was full of surprises... then.
It would have been...
I should have asked you to help me with my wedding.
And I get why you didn't.
You sure about this?
It's been down there gathering dust and self-pity.
Time for it and me to move on,
and I'm glad it'll finally see the light of day.
You and Dylan saved the day and a lot of lives.
Proud of you.
Thanks, boss.
What? What's wrong?
What?
Um...
- I hate this veil. - What?
It is the single most stomach-turning thing
- I've ever seen, and I work in homicide. - Oh, that...
No, no, no, that is not my dress or my veil.
(LAUGHING) - Oh, thank God.
The shop must have sent me the wrong one.
I just never realized it, 'cause I never opened the box.
(LAUGHING): Oh, my God.
I could play Aladdin.
Oh, I love it.
I'm wearing that to your wedding.
ROGER: Very nice of you to see me off.
I don't get the chance too often,
and I do have my own agenda.
My book came out in paperback this week.
Never mind.
If you're trying to get me to support your sales,
I'm happy to purchase it, but I already own the hardcover.
Freaks.
A worthy effort.
What do they say?
"Everyone has one book in them""
I did recognize myself in there.
Something about Mother's cancer
and how a loving person can still be heartless.
I meant it.
Thank you for calling me a loving person.
The life chose me,
and those who are lucky to be chosen for this
are meant to abide.
I'm not making that choice.
Don't turn your back on your gift to spite me.
You've always embraced your true self.
It's who you are whether you accept it or not.
(DYLAN SIGHS)
Dad, it's who I am whether you accept it or not.
I once said those same words to you,
just in a different context.
You weren't raised to think it's okay to quit,
to be a failure.
You cannot turn your back on your responsibility
for a relationship.
I'm proud of who I am.
Yes, I loved my work at the Agency.
It was a fascinating, thrilling, fulfilling life,
if sometimes immoral,
but when I met Andy, I realized I knew nothing
about a fulfilling life.
That's been his gift to me.
I got where I am, I've done what I've done,
because I've learned to sacrifice.
I'm not you.
You're a better case officer than I ever was.
More clever, more defiant.
If I had your abilities,
I never would have gone into administration.
You were the case officer I always wanted to be.
I should go.
Uh, have a safe trip.
♪ She sings the songs
♪ The words she knows, the tune she hums ♪
♪ But oh, how it feels so real
♪ Lying here with no one near
♪ Only you
♪ And you can hear me...
How'd it go?
Somehow... not bad.
♪ Slowly
♪ Hold me closer, tiny dancer... ♪
Thank you.
For what?
For being you.
♪ Count the headlights on the highway... ♪
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