Dangerous

Hi, d, happy birthday.

I wish we could celebrate it together,

but just a few more months and your parole is done

and, hey, you can put your past behind you.

You're going to love guardian island.

The pacific northwest is so beautiful.

I really think I've found what I've been looking for.

Susan and Freddie say hi.

Your little brother, Sean.

How are we doing today?

Hey, d, happy Thanksgiving.

It's damn cold here on the island

and I'm trying to finish these renovations before the holidays.

I really think I'm in over my head this time.

Sure wish you were here.

Really could use your help.

Sean.

D, I'm so sorry. Sean's funeral is December 8th.

I wanted you to know. Susan.

Don't do it.

Clear!

Bedroom's clear.

Clear!

Got something.

Fucking hell.

Oh, Jesus, he's warm.

Get him down. Somebody call ems.

"Dr. Alderwood."

Looks like we lost him.

Sorry to keep you waiting, I wasn't...

Dr. Alderwood, special agent shaughnessy, FBI.

May I? That's a pretty small badge.

- — "Special agent." Do you feel special? - Do you mind if I come in?

- Please, please. - Thanks.

You have a patient who goes by the name of d... Dylan forrester.

Who's that now?

Dylan forrester, the man you prescribed these for.

Oh, that d. Forrester.

Right, that d. Forrester. Yeah.

He's one of my most interesting, most promising patients.

When was the last time you spoke?

Yesterday. Why?

He broke his parole.

Do you know where he is?

Has he done something?

Well, if by "something" you mean attempted murder, then yeah.

Attempted. Well, that's progress in a strange kind of way.

Are you sure it wasn't self-defense?

He beat a man into a coma and then left him hanging in his bathroom.

Like a towel.

I've been working... well, d and I have been working together

to help him put his past behind him.

Yeah, well, he's not doing a very good job of that.

There are signs of torture on the victim.

Torture.

It just doesn't seem the kind of thing that he would do.

It was, uh—- it was me who put d. Forrester in prison

for murder, eight years ago.

I'm quite clear on what he's capable of.

You know him better than I do.

- Perhaps you and I should have a session? - No, no, I'm good.

- It's on the house. - No, thanks.

D has paid his debt to society.

I mean, between aversion therapy

and my behavioral modification techniques,

he's got a full bag of tools to reintegrate into society.

Live a relatively normal life.

A normal life?

There is a big difference in what's normal for d and everyone else.

Come on, Dr. Alderwood. Hmm?

You know you're obligated to contact the authorities

if you suspect one of your patients might do themselves or others harm.

Yes, I'm very aware of my responsibilities.

I don't know where d is.

I'm sure you understand that confidentiality

is the basis for trust here and what we do.

D is a changed man. He's proven that sufficiently time and again.

People don't change, doc.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Well, then unless you have some kind of court order,

I feel I can help you no further.

Right.

Here you go.

I will hunt him down before he kills again.

I don't need a court order to do that.

Huh. You seem determined.

Obsessed even.

D is in a kinder, healthier place.

I assure you, he's not a threat.

- Shaughnessy. - Spill it.

So d's younger brother, professor Sean forrester,

is some big-brain history scholar.

Suddenly quits his job a year and a half ago

and moves to some remote island off Washington.

He's opening an inn. Like a bed and breakfast.

Wagner, cut to the chase.

He's dead. The funeral is tomorrow.

Place called guardian island.

Guardian island. All right.

Get me someone in the Washington state police

and a plane and a boat.

You got it.

I'm gonna be heading back to the mainland while there's still some daylight.

Were you close with the deceased?

He was my brother.

Susan, I'm sorry for your loss.

The cook? Really? His name is Hugh.

Oh, I'm sorry. Hugh, your new shiny object.

That is bullshit.

Honestly, Jo, I think he's a little weird.

- I think he's trouble. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - I feel like you're just threatened

because he's younger than you.

Are you kidding me, Jo?

- I'm trying to look out for you. - Oh, um...

D. D forrester.

Sean's brother.

I'll put you in room 12.

We weren't sure you were going to make it.

Oh, um—-

So they're all in the back with Sean.

If you wanna join them, I can take your stuff upstairs and...

- No. - Okay.

I need to use my room first.

Sure. How about I show you up?

Here's your room. Sorry it's a bit dark.

Sean wanted to keep the steel shutters from when it was a Navy base.

Here's your key.

Okay, "one, say, 'I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Sorry for your loss.

"Two, give hug."

Three... oh, yeah. Is there anything I can do to help?

Okay. "Pat shoulder."

Pat shoulder. Here we go.

Pat shoulder.

Sean, you couldn't tell that son of a bitch anything.

Am I right?

He already knew it.

History, science, anthropology.

Brain like a goddamn elephant.

Bring it down.

- Show some respect. - Sure. Sure.

Mom, I'm sorry for your loss.

Don't touch me!

You got a lot of nerve coming here.

The announcement said friends and family.

And which category do you think you belong to?

I'm sorry?

You already said that.

Is there anything else you want to say to me?

No.

Perfect. That's just perfect.

He fell from a scaffolding.

Hugh over there found him.

You got my letter.

I didn't know if you would come.

I'm really glad you're here.

Sean always said nice things about you.

Me?

- —Sean was the nice one. -

I am so sorry about Linda.

She's just upset.

Why is she upset?

Well...

Because her son just died.

But that was days ago.

Is there anything that I can do to help?

Okay, you just let me know, okay?

I'm supposed to say that.

You were a little hard on d back there.

Hard on him?

On d? He can't feel anything.

That's the whole problem.

You have no idea what I've been through, Susan.

What that thing has done to my family.

How many cops came knocking on our door in the middle of the night, waking us up.

Waking Sean up while he was studying so hard,

doing his best to be good enough for two sons.

So if you don't mind, and with all due respect to my daughter-in-law,

just pour it and shut it.

Please.

To Sean.

Hey, I'm massey.

Massey. Sean's friend from college.

- Yeah. - Archaeologist.

You want a drink? It's a wake, after all.

No.

I don't drink anymore.

Okay.

- Sean's brother, huh? - Yup.

Yeah.

I'm at a friend's wake. Guardian island.

The FBI? No shit.

They sure it was him?

Huh.

Shoot me the details.