Prodigal Son

Maybe you're all torn up inside

because getting away with murder

didn't feel bad at all.

Martin?

No, it felt good.

Martin?

Anything you'd like to share?

Well, I... I am speechless.

I mean, I had no idea

we had such a Casanova in our midst.

Hector!

I enjoy making love.

Well, that much is clear.

Actually, Martin, I was asking you

if you'd like to share about yourself.

This is your first session back,

and you've seemed preoccupied.

So tell us: How are you doing?

I'm, uh... good.

- Really? - Well,

I suppose I am a...

little worried about my boy.

What are you...?

Why haven't you been seeing your therapist?

Good morning, Mother.

Nice ambush.

I'm worried.

I haven't gotten a bill from Gabrielle in months.

- You're paying my therapy bills? - Darling, I've been

paying that woman for over 20 years.

And let's just say, at her rates,

she has nothing to be depressed about.

I've... taken a break from therapy.

What happened?

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

Even if it is sexual in nature...

It's nothing. Really. I'm fine.

And how is your family?

Incredible.

Both my kids are in such a good place.

I have never felt prouder.

Just the life of a serial killer's son.

It's a psycho roller coaster.

Well, he's in a tricky spot, my son.

And there are things troubling him

that he buries deep inside.

- Why? - You wouldn't understand.

I married your father. Try me.

Well, these feelings, um,

you know, they're-they're building up.

With no way to get out.

Mother, I know you want to, but you can't help me.

Well, surely there is someone

on this earth that you can talk to.

He's only got me.

Dear old dad.

*PRODIGAL SON* Season 02 Episode 02

Aired on: January 19, 2021

Why are you calling me?

My boy.

It's dad.

How's my little hero doing today?

Let's see.

He barely recognizes himself anymore

because of what he's done.

His dreams are a horror movie stuck on repeat.

And the only person he can talk to about it

Is a narcissistic psychopath.

- Oh, fun. - Not fun.

I think Mother is starting to... sense something.

She probably thinks it's sexual in nature.

I'm not talking about this.

Well, I know you're not, and that's the problem.

Come visit.

It's been so quiet around here.

Oh, and I have news.

Uh, as of today, I have access to the yard.

Oh, it's all very exciting... Sunscreen, yard fights.

I have to go.

You know, it's not going away, Malcolm...

The guilt.

Take it from me.

What are you doing?

Setting the table.

Oh, my God.

Are these...?

Is this what you used?

The family silver?

No, I'm just, uh,

- shocked at the sight of you doing chores. - Huh.

Hysterical.

It is strange, though,

how little I remember from that night.

I remember being there.

He was there.

You showed up.

And then there's a gap.

That's dissociative amnesia.

It's one of the ways your brain protects you from a trauma.

Cool.

Let's talk about something a million times more fun.

I'm moving back to my apartment.

That's great. Uh, did Mom freak out?

No, which actually freaked me out.

Malcolm, I am so glad that you're here.

Your sister has mountains of clothes to move,

and I am in charge of boxes.

You're helping her move?

Of course. I wanted to help her.

Just like I wanted to help you.

Okay, what is it?

Something's changed.

She stopped playing the piano, too.

Oh. Is there still vodka in your orange juice?

All right, enough.

What exactly do you two think you're doing?

Isn't it obvious?

We're meddling.

Please, I don't meddle.

I mother.

- This sudden interest in our well-being... - Mm?

It wouldn't have anything to do

with you and a certain lieutenant, would it?

Gil?

Wait. You and Gil are...?

Oh, are you mad? No.

There is absolutely nothing going on with me and Gil Arroyo.

I don't believe you.

Well...

- It's Gil. - Oh.

Ask him about Mom.

Hmm.

Does he let you wear his turtlenecks?

- Ainsley, enough. Malcolm? - Hmm.

Not a word, or the NYPD will be investigating your murder next.

JT.

I've been calling.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

- Hands up! - Yo, I got my badge!

Stop fighting, boy.

- Busy. - You sure?

'Cause when I say, "I'm fine," I'm always lying.

I don't want to talk about it.

I got enough on my mind with this creepy-ass case.

Morning.

Ah, it's beautiful in here, isn't it?

Well, e-except for this, I guess.

- Holy... - Watch it, Bright.

Restraints.

Holy water.

And the crucifix.

I'm not religious, but this is...

Ritualistic? Look at us.

Finishing each other's sentences, even from up here.

The victim is Father Ramon Reyes, 56.

He's been at the church for 30 years.

This is amazing.

He's been expertly exsanguinated.

Gil.

This is Sister Agnes.

She found the body and called 911.

I'm sorry, Sister.

Can you walk us through what happened?

I had been assisting Professor Shaw

with the restoration of the cathedral paintings.

I was downstairs, and then, when I came up,

I saw this...

- evil. - Sister Agnes,

did Father Reyes perform exorcisms?

Seriously, Bright?

Well, this is The Rite of Exorcism.

And it's well used.

Pretty sure this is our victim's blood.

So, answer the question, Sister.

I-I can't talk about this.

That's not a "no."

Who-Whoever it was,

they left a note.

The blood... it makes a symbol.

What does it say?

Uh, looks like Hebrew or...

Aramaic. It says,

"Abaddon."

Abaddon the Destroyer,

angel of the abyss from Revelations?

So now we know our killer's name.

Who is it?

Oh, you know...

the devil.

Look, um, you should go back to the rectory,

Sister Agnes, get some rest.

I'd rather work at the studio.

Ugh. This is all so...

Catholic.

Well, I was going to say "insane," but...

Did you know Father Reyes well, Professor Shaw?

Well, just in passing. Call me Jonah.

You're not a member of the church?

No. I'm a conservator,

preserving the paintings with Sister Agnes.