Prodigal Son

Time to get up.

And a very good morning to you, Mr. David.

What's on the itinerary for today?

Same as yesterday, same as tomorrow.

Wonderful.

Please do tell the chef that he has outdone himself today.

Although, I do-I do think perhaps it could do

with just a hint of nutmeg.

Clarity.

Purpose.

Escape.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

No, I haven't felt this kind of urgency in years.

It's incredible, the... the truths

a brush with death will uncover.

Brush with death?

Bro, you got your ass jumped at Sunday School.

It was Bible study, Hector.

And much like the New Testament,

I found the entire experience...

revelatory.

I once was lost...

...but now am found.

That's wonderful, Martin, but your time's up.

Jerry. Why don't you

share your exciting news?

Oh, uh...

I'm getting released tomorrow.

Oh, I just feel really grateful.

I'm finally on the right meds.

Oh, I'd like to think my therapy helped a bit, too.

Yeah, I, um... I couldn't be here without all of you.

I just can't believe that I'm gonna be sipping a beer

by the ocean this time tomorrow,

eating a great big lobster and...

All right, Rick Steves.

No need for your whole itinerary.

I just... I had no idea

how much I needed out of this place.

Inside these walls, it's like...

it's like-it's like...

you're not really alive.

Not anymore.

I'm gonna be free.

Well, I am very happy for you, Jerry.

Not sure brunch necessitates a 911 text...

Stop there.

Do you know the horrors that happened here?

Aha!

There's the culprit.

You. You are the spiller of wine?

What's going on? Who is he?

Do you remember that rug

my two ne'er-do-well children ruined?

Hans is helping me find a replacement.

No doubt a horridly expensive one.

Blame your skinny millennial.

Who throws out a priceless heirloom

over a little Burgundy stain?

Honestly, darling, he's right.

I have never understood this story.

Well...

actually, Hans, it was a 2007 Syrah.

And the story's pretty simple, Mother.

Ainsley and I came back from the hospital

after Gil's stabbing, and we were upset.

Stop!

Ainsley was

a little tipsy,

she grabbed for the bottle.

Aah! Aah!

And it fell...

Aah!

...spilling everywhere.

And the rug...

...was beyond repair.

-She's always been so clumsy. -She felt

so bad that she nearly had a panic attack.

At least one of you has a soul.

Jessica, come. Let's talk pillows.

Oh, come on, Martin.

It's my form, isn't it?

It's so much more than that.

Has my son called?

Oh, he's been a little distant lately.

I thought we were in a good place.

You know, we collaborated on a fun project a few months ago.

-Aah! -He was really...

All guards report

-to the prison yard immediatel. -Oh, no.

-Not Jerry. -Seal all exits.

Vincent Espinal, captain of the guards.

Thanks for coming down.

What can you tell me?

Jerry Chapman, 42 years old.

Looks like he jumped from the roof.

Not sure yet how he got up there.

Did anyone see him fall?

An inmate. He's over there.

Lieutenant Arroyo.

What a surprise.

You know, I-I'm happy to assist on this.

I'm sure you'll want my full statement.

Yeah, why'd you do it?

I am a witness.

Did you see where he jumped from?

-Well, no. -Not a very good witness, are you?

I saw him land, but I did not see him jump.

Suspicious, right? I have a few thoughts.

Don't worry. There will be an autopsy,

and I will take exactly nothing you say into consideration.

Lieutenant Arroy... Gilly,

this was not a suicide.

I was in therapy with Jerry just a few hours ago.

All he could talk about was his impending freedom.

And lobster.

A man like that does not then go and kill himself, does he?

No. He doesn't.

Edrisa?

Three of his fingernails are bent back,

and there's surface abrasions, too.

All signs of a struggle from before he hit the ground.

I'm not ready to rule this a suicide.

Thank you.

Is that...

It is.

It's Martin Whitly. Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna play it cool.

Afternoon, Doctor.

Did you see, under his nails?

The trace amounts of debris?

It's most likely plaster, perhaps from a wall...

That he attempted to grab, as he...

Was pushed over the edge.

Don't approach the psychopath.

Oh, please, call me Martin.

Thrilled to have another physician here.

We should talk bone fragments.

Have you read the latest edition of The Lancet?

Twice. That piece on craniocerebral injuries?

Oh.

I nearly spilled my chai.

He killed 23 people.

Cop-Copy that.

I did my best,

but she was definitely in interrogator mode.

Do you think she suspects something?

No. But be careful.

You're next.

I'll be fine.

It's easier for me to lie.

I don't actually remember anything.

Honestly...

it'd be nice to remember more from that night.

Not really.

You're lucky, Ains.

Okay, you're not gonna talk to me, but why can't I talk to Dad?

You said he knows.

What's the problem?

Well, he's a serial killer.

And it was a traumatic experience.

Your mind erased it for a reason.

You should focus on work, and forget it ever happened.

Glad you mentioned it.

You know how I've been wanting to get back in the studio?

Well, I need a big story,

so, I was thinking "The Surgeon, Part Two."

No, Ainsley, that's a horrible idea.

Is that... is that Gil?

Is there a story?

-Okay, here's the deal. -Okay.

I'll let you in on this case

if you stop asking about that night

and you promise not to see Dad.

Okay, fine.

Hey, Gil.

There's been a murder at Claremont.

-Your father's a witness. Malcolm?

Malcolm!

Can't wait to work with you, my boy!

Yes. Yes.

Come on. Are you coming? Let's go.

Malcolm.

Okay, drink. Chug, chug.

Attaboy. Let's go!

Great news! I found it!

The Scotch you hid in my dollhouse?

Honey, no. I drained that at your sweet 16.

The perfect rug for the living room!

Now you don't have to feel bad anymore.

It's a similar pattern. See?

-Um... -Darling, are you okay?

Yeah. No.

Uh, slipped. Uh, it looks great.

You've been so clumsy lately, like with the-the wine.

What... what kind of bottle was it again?

A 2007 Syrah. Look, I've got to run.

-Mm? -I'm on a story.

-Don't wait up, okay? -: Okay.

-Okay. -Good luck.