Somewhere Between

Previously on Somewhere Between

The killer called your show. He said he had Serena

Then the next day in Black Pine Cove, they...

Oh, my God.

For one to live, one must die.

Mommy's coming, angel.

I came back to eight days before.

Is it really you?

Sometimes it's like you're asleep

and something wakes you up.

Who did your brother was responsible for Susanna's death?

- I killed her! - Are they gonna kill my dad?

No. I will never let them hurt my baby.

The man who's been killing those women in the city,

he's going to drown my little girl.

I need your help to catch him.

- We saved her. - I'm getting the cops!

Come on!

Officer! Oh, my God. Please, please!

I need your help! I need your help!

He's gonna try and kill me! You have to help me!

What...

Who are you?

_

Where are you?

Can we talk about it when I get home?

Is Serena okay?

What the hell, Laura?

Just tell me. How's Serena?

Well, you lied to me. You said you were going to the station.

Daddy... I can't sleep.

Hey, what's, uh... what's bothering you, honey?

Nothing. My eyes just won't close.

What's that?

Oh, it's just an old thing I'm giving away to a thrift store.

I'll talk to you later.

You know what?

I...

am gonna sing you a song.

- No daddy singing! - Oh, yes.

It'll be so terrible you'll fall asleep just to get away from it.

Or run.

So, someone else comes along, just by coincidence,

runs into Fiona and stabs her 20 times?

Look, obviously he's a killer. That's not in question here.

The question is catching him and proving it,

and you are not helping.

On top of assaulting one of my men.

But we'll leave that aside.

So... you can tell us how you knew what you knew

or I can detain you for obstruction.

Article 1 Section 2B of the California Constitution says

all kinds of things about press and immunity.

You want me to pull that up for you?

If he kills another girl,

and you knew something that could help her,

you can forget obstruction...

I will nail you for complicity.

After you. Come on. Let's go.

Why don't we try the truth?

'Cause I can't help Serena from a psych ward.

So who does he kill tonight?

Nobody claimed the body. No ID.

They found the body in a dumpster

in the Financial District.

Maybe we scared him off.

Want to count on that?

She was wearing a blue wig, and this fuzzy jacket,

short, to here.

We found a napkin in her pocket.

No name. No number. Just a three-headed dog.

Cerberus. Guardian of the underworld.

You know your mythology.

I know my underworld.

Could be an unlisted gentleman's club she worked out of.

Cops never found it.

Kinda people that go to that kinda club

don't usually talk to the cops.

Yeah, but they talk to you.

- They talk to people that talk to me. - Nice.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Whoa. Who did that? Oh, my God. That's crazy.

You recall the time of death?

No.

The next time I'm headed for a rewind, I'll take better notes.

So what's the plan?

You call me when you find the three-headed dog,

we go there,

and we wait.

What?

That wasn't too shabby, when you stabbed him with the pen.

A lot of good it did.

First time, they found her in the dumpster.

The second time, he left her in an alley.

We moved the needle on fate.

So this time Serena drowns in a lake instead of the bay?

Dear Mrs. Price.

I'm writing to you as one mother to another.

Ruby told me that you work for the news.

Please put something on your show about my Danny.

He is innocent.

The articles in this envelope will show you

that people with the syndrome my son has are not violent.

Think how you would feel

if your little girl was going to die.

Please open your heart.

Sincerely, Grace Jackson.

There are more unlisted clubs in this city

than there are men who moisturize!

If anybody could find the hypodermic needle in that haystack...

Just where I love going.

Back to the swamp you hauled me out of.

- Afraid of old enemies? - Worse.

Old friends.

Where are you headed, while I'm hunting three-headed dogs?

I'm going to make sure I don't squander my second chance.

I didn't lie to you.

I was in the field,

following a tip on that story I'm doing about the killer.

It got late and, uh, things got crazy.

Mm. You know, watching you the last couple days,

I know all about crazy.

I'm worried.

When's the last time you saw your therapist?

I don't know.

Uh...

Too long.

- Promise me you'll go see her. - I promise.

Mostly I just need to get rest.

I'm gonna stay in today and snuggle with Serena.

You are?!

That's right, angel.

We can curl up and see what the Mad Hatter's up to.

You're staying home from work to read with me?

Until I have to go out later on to work on my story.

Are you feeling all right?

Hey, Ruby!

- Move over. - Uncle Nico.

Why'd you come to my school?

I missed ya.

What's got you down, sweetheart?

I'm not allowed to see my friend. And I'm scared about my dad.

Yeah, me too.

If I was Elsa, I would make a blizzard over the whole jail

and I would turn all the guards into snowmen

and my dad and I, we would skate away on the ice,

and I'd bring him back to my palace

where no one would ever find us.

But I'm not Elsa.

It's just me and I have 16p11.2 deletion syndrome

which makes me trip all the time.

Okay! That's second bell! Inside, everyone!

Well, that was quick.

I'll see you soon, okay?

My uncle Nico came to see me, Mr. DeBray.

He missed me so he came to see me.

Oh, that's wonderful, Ruby.

Nice to meet you, Uncle Nico.

Pleasure's mine.

Hey. Come on.

Goodbye, Elsa.

Susanna was strangled before she was stabbed,

with the scarf she was wearing.

There were yellow silk fibers in the wounds on her neck.

Uh, is my son's DNA on the scarf too?

Like you say it is on the knife?

We don't know. The scarf is missing.

- Of course it is. - Mrs. Jackson...

If you find that scarf, you'll find the real killer.

You cops have all the time in the world

to scare him into confessing, but the... the murder weapon?

"Sorry, ma'am, it's missing."

Serena! Lunch!

Hold the fort for a sec?

I'll be right back.

Okay?

Ow.

Did you find it?

Jenny rocks the world.

The napkin is from Hounds of Hell.

A discreet club in the Financial District

where the unpardonable do the unspeakable

with the unmentionable.

Sounds like your kind of place.

Hey...

There's this thing that killers do.

They kill people.

And?

You know how much you want Serena alive?

That's close to how much she wants you alive.

Let me go alone.

No way.

Like Marjorie said,

for one to live, one has to die.

I'll meet you in 10 minutes.

Hey...

I just got her to sleep, so...

loud noises are punishable by guillotine.

Yeah.

What's that?