01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Peter: Mother called in.
Reported him missing at A.M.

We found a jean jacket,
a cell and a bike,

all confirmed by Maggie Sweetland

to belong to her -year-old son, Jesse.

He's our most ridiculously
talented hockey player.

And he's into the make-up and the...

Yes. Rumor has it he's contemplating

his gender identity.

Remember those riddles
I got when I was young?

Peter: They messed you up really bad.

Annie: Did you ever get
a lead on who sent them

that you never told me about?

- It's from the Nativity Scene.
- Virginia: Jesse religious?

Annie: Maybe caught in the middle.

- (Daisy screams)
- Daisy, it's Mom! Open up!

- Who was he?!
- Who?

- The man!
- There's no one here, baby.

(Footsteps thud)

(Crow caws)

(Breathes nervously)

It was here.

♪ ♪

(Footsteps clank)

Look.

What am I looking at? Graffiti?

He did both of them.

This painting and the scene earlier.

He?

He's back.

Who's back?

The assh*le who sent me riddles.

Why would you say that?

Pedophile, Sid, gave me a note

with the exact same riddle
I couldn't solve as a kid.

It led me here.

Jesus, Annie.

Had to see if there's anything
to it before I told you.

You sure it's the same guy?

Annie.

There is something else.

(Car rumbles up)

(Doors open and slam)

He did this while Daisy was in the car?

Yeah.

I'll k*ll him.

Gimme your phone.

Nobody's looking at these,

and getting conversion therapy, okay?

Even you're not.

You got it from the evidence.

You got it from the, from the p*rn,

and from the fence, or from the scar.

- It has nothing to do with Jesse.
- But why is he doing it?

Because he's a psycho!

When you were eight years
old, he messed you up so bad,

that you stopped eating
until the f*cking bones

came through your f*cking
face. Do you remember that?

Just 'cause he's a nut job doesn't
mean he doesn't know about Jesse.

You tell anyone about this,
they're gonna think we're nuts.

I will find him. You
stay away from this.

- Do you understand?
- Fine.

♪ ♪

(Footsteps clank)

♪ ♪

(Door creaks)

Daisy.

(Door slams)

She won't even talk to me.

What happened last night?
She said you two had a fight?

She's never not talked to me before.

Give her space. She'll come around.

You sure it was just a
fight? Felt like more.

Anything I need to
be worried about here?

Either of you?

You getting any sleep?

I gotta work.

(Receding footsteps)

(Keys jingle)

♪ ♪

- Anything from the prints?
- Peter: No.

Did you get a trace on whoever
called dispatch about Driver.

Already on it.

I'm just saying, that even if
you call from a public place

and we don't get anything,
we can get a pattern.

I got it, Annie. Alright?

I'm pretty sure he watches me.

Well then, I'll have a uniform
drive by your house every few hours.

Didn't work before.

I've been looking into
conversion therapy.

It ranges from talk
therapy to electric shocks

while showing the
patient images of things

they should hate themselves for wanting.

But what's the blood on the jacket?

We're talking about a
bunch of sadistic amateurs.

I'm guessing they wanted the basics,

and made up their own rules.

He had the scar for a few days.

So maybe it's an ongoing thing.

So he was doing it
without going missing.

Why is this night different?

Maybe it got outta hand, he fought back.

We know he showed up in a dress.

That would piss people off.

He's... ' ?

Hey, Martin. Probably looking
within this range, okay?

He rode his bike here.

It's not like he was dragged.

Can't knock this one out
of the park yet, Ryder?

Children.

Soco: Found something.

Looks like skin.

I'm gonna go talk to Maggie.

_

(Pills rattle)

Are you sick?

Stay away.

You need to do a lot
more than stand next to me

to get what I got.

Why are you proud of that?

(Low hum of chatter)

Sure you wanna be here?

I wanna see people.

I want to look in their eyes.

I've been thinking about
the scar on Jesse's hand.

There's some people, religious people,

who believe there are ways to convert...

Man: He's a drama queen.

He's still gonna make it to
the first game of the season.

He'll show up.

Yeah, in a tutu.

(Men laugh)

Idiots.

How can you know that what's
inside a person isn't pure evil?

You can't.

Evil looks just like you and me.

Maggie. Did somebody talk to
you about converting Jesse?

I'm not judging.

I'm just trying to put together pieces.

If this was going on it could help us...

Going on?

No.

This wasn't going on.

- Okay. I needed to ask.
- Father Jameson: Dear Lord.

Please give us grace and patience

in this time of crisis.

And give us guidance, oh Lord,

that we may find young Jesse...

I told him 'no'.

What did you do with my kid?

(Slap)

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

(Crying)

Where is he?!

(Water drips)

(Winces)

Thank you, Detective.

So yesterday, when I asked
you if you knew Jesse,

you said no.

I said no, he didn't have a
relationship with the church,

- try as we might.
- Semantics?

A kid's missing.

What did you talk to
Maggie about, Father?

Ah... it was a kind of talk therapy

that focuses on
reorientation and healing.

Healing?

So he's sick?

Does your congregation know
that you feel he's sick?

It's no secret that
the church doesn't agree

with the path Jesse was heading towards.

I went to see Maggie.

Sat with her in her living
room, it was very respectful.

And she said no.

And that's the last it was spoken of?

Yeah.

We have reason to believe

that someone may have
carried out a violent form

of conversion therapy on Jesse.

And you think I...

I think that they might have
gotten the idea from you.

One of your flock.

Took measures into their own hands.

God is love.

People here know that.

If there's nothing further,
I have to get back...

Brady: Of course.

Stellar questioning on your part.

It sounded like he wanted to
read to Jesse from the Bible.

It's Father J, Annie.

You serious?

It doesn't inspire
confidence, a scene like that.

- Sorry?
- People respect Father as a leader.

We need that stability right now.

Jameson is convinced that Jesse's sick.

There are all kinds
of illnesses out there.

Not all of 'em strip the
color from your cheeks.

I wish I had as much certainty on lunch

as your mom does on the big questions.

- I'm gonna be late.
- Teenagers.

She watches one French
film and it's all Paris.

No it's not! I have to go.

You're lucky you've got a bit more time

before Daisy gets her period.

(Huffs)

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Man. This place.

- Memories. Am I right?
- Hm.

The whole world was yours.

- You played too right?
- Yeah.

Is that why you never got married?

Taste of the hockey life
and one woman can't cut it?

Cops don't do so bad, Brady.

Oh yeah? Gimme some details.

I'm not gonna give you any details.

When are you gonna let me in, man?

I mean, I've never
even been to your house.

You could have a woman
in a cage for all I know.

You're never coming to my house, Brady.

Tom: Boys, sorry about the wait.

- Any news?
- Not yet.

So Brady tells me there's
been a few dust-ups

with Jesse and the boys? Is that true?

Whaddya want me to
say? It wasn't an issue?

Come on. I got this phenom-kid,

you know, OHL scouts
freaking out over him,

and the woman stuff starts.

Didn't make things easy.

But end of the day we
don't win without him.

You know, the boys aren't dumb
enough to incapacitate him.

Virginia: You never
noticed a scar on his hand?

Annie: He ever complain about
anyone giving him a hard time?

- (Smirks)
- I don't mean kids making fun.

I mean, anyone wanting him to stop,

threatening him around his femininity?

Maybe someone religious?

You should check the
Rez. He hung out there.

Why didn't you say that when
the cops talked to you yesterday?

Honestly, cops are kind of abrasive.

It's hard to think properly.

You? Anyone try to convert him?

I definitely think you
should check the Rez.

Don't native people like wear dresses

and dance around a fire?

Yeah, and every year we sacrifice

a privileged white girl.

I'm going to the Rez.

You can't come. They won't talk to you.

Annie.

Jesse's a great kid.

I'm his supply teacher.

We talked a few times.

You ever talk about gender?

A little. In a vague way.

He didn't seem ready to
talk about it directly.

What about in self reference.
Does Jesse go by she?

Not that I know of.

I think Jesse is still
figuring it all out.

(Loud buzz of chatter)

Tom: You have visitors. Quiet down.

Hey, Cook. What are you five? Come on.

(Hard shove)

Jacob: f*ck off, man.

So what's up with him?

Tom: Well, I got Jacob centering
the number one line in Jesse's place.

You know, think he's
feeling the pressure.

Hey, Jacob? You gonna
step up tonight, man?

Sir. Yes, sir!

Twenty-five.

Yeah. Listen up, boys.

Officers Holt and Welland got
some questions for you here.

Give 'em trouble and you're
drinkin' from the toilet.

You got it?

Who here goes to church?

(Playful laughter)

Hey. What're you doin'
slummin' on the Rez?

You're one to talk,
always in Florida. Lucky.

(Laughs)

You guys ever see that kid
Jesse Sweetland, up around here?

Oh yeah, here and there.

But I can tell you who
you need to talk to.

Peter: Al, thanks for
getting back to me.

Listen. I got an odd question for you.

Um, when you were prosecutor,

you handled a lot of
Clarence Ryder's cases, huh?

Hmh. Was there anyone that
had a special hate on for him?

Someone that you put away, and
then maybe got out this year?

I don't know. Likes to play games.

Sick mind. That sort of thing.

(Approaching footsteps crunch)

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♪ ♪

Jesse?

(Gasp)

Um, I was praying.

Seems like you were
looking for something.

You were here that night.

You can't talk to me without consent.

I can have your badge.

♪ ♪

(Steps crunch)

(Leaves rustle)

(Frightened exhales)

(Engine stars)

(Gasps)

♪ ♪

Maggie?

I told you...

I didn't do...

Cops said you didn't do anything.

You know, I didn't realize
until you came to my house,

that it was who he was.

I thought: a phase, a rebellion.

(Sighs)

And you come to my house

and you say you can fix him.

And I see his face.

And I know.

It's who he is.

(Slow exhale)

When you put on your dress...

I thought it was a phase too.

(Receding footsteps clank)

(Sizzles)

(Birds chirp)

Clarence: Hey punk.

Young Annie: Daddy!

Did you fight any giants at work today?

Oh yeah.

But they were only midget giants.

You know what,

they wanted you to have this.

Pretty, huh?

Apparently she's got some special powers

to protect you when I'm not with you.

I said no, she doesn't need that.

She could protect herself.

(Reads) "If she tells she
never learns the truth...

"about either."

Sandy Driver was k*lled and
dressed as the Virgin Mary.

He dressed my doll as Mary.

Sandy and Jesse.

Is there a connection
between Sandy and Jesse?

Hey. You wanna learn
how to fight giants?

Thumbs in the eyes.

(Giggles)

Virginia: Where's Ryder?

(Knock on door)

She was at the crime scene.

- Yeah, I got your message.
- Brady: Who?

Bethany Mansfield.

Last night. Looking for something.

What'll you give me not to tell Peter

that you're sniffing at the mayor's kid?

How 'bout I don't tell him

that you drank the emergency whiskey?

Deal.

Do we have anything in evidence
that she could've been looking for?

She was on her knees.
So something small.

His tooth.

Teen girls get obsessed with weird sh*t.

I had a cousin once
so obsessed with horses

she wore a horse hair necklace everyday.

Paris.

(Receding footsteps clank)

(Hum of chatter)

(Bell tolls)

Bethany.

I think this is considered harassment.

This is yours, right?

Your Paris thing. Eiffel Tower earring?

We have a picture of Jesse wearing
it the night he went missing.

It's not mine.

You can get those at
like, any jewelry store.

_

We're gonna take a ride.

I can put the sirens on, if you want.

We found his tooth... there.

His skin was on the fence.

He was here. You were here.

You're up to your neck in sh*t.

Talk.

We thought...

five times would do the job.

But we only made it
through three sessions.

Take me through. Step by step.

(Steps crunch)

(Crickets chirp)

(Loud music in the distance)

(Bike clatters)

(Can clanks)

♪ ♪

(Readying exhale)

- (Zapping)
- Agh!

(Pained grunts)

(Alcohol sloshes)

(Calming breaths)

Wait, are you telling me he wanted it?

He didn't wanna be weird anymore.

Sick people should be helped.

We were helping.

And it was working. And then...

(Breathes heavily)

What the hell, man?

Jacob: Take that off.

I'm done with this, okay.

Take. It. Off.

- I'm still me.
- You're sick, man.

- You're a h*m*...
- Shut up.

- ... dress wearing... weirdo freak.
- Shut up! Shut up!

You're supposed to be my friend!

I'm not a freak.

Your girlfriend seems
to like me this way.

He's lying!

You know, maybe you just
need to try a pair. Huh?

(Pained grunt)

f*ck you.

- (Punching thud) Agh!
- Jacob!

(Spits)

- Jesse no! Jesse stop!
- (Falling thud)

- (Kicking thuds)
- Jacob stop! You're gonna k*ll him!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

(Effort grunts)

Get off of him!

I went to go get help,

but then Jacob called

and he said that they
left and that he was okay.

You didn't see him after that?

Why didn't you come forward?

(Bike clatters)

Jesse: You can put the pictures away.

I'm not doing this anymore.

I tried.

And I can't.

My earrings?

You stole them?

I'm leaving.

And I wanted something
to remember you by.

You know, I, I used to wish that...

it was me...

instead of Jacob.

What if I liked him... like that.

You saw something beautiful in Jesse.

There's nothing wrong with that.

(Wind gusts)

♪ ♪

Tom: You get out there.
You play for Jesse.

You play for that little
town that worships you.

Can you hear 'em? Go! Go! Go!

Yeah, Brady's here.

We'll bring 'em in.

(Fans cheer and holler)

(Glass door shuts)

(Skates rasp)

(Fans cheer and holler)

We're pulling them off the ice, right?

No way. We can grab 'em
in the locker room after.

This is so messed up.

Since when is hockey more
important than a missing kid?

(Fans cheer and holler)

Jesse!

Hey, where is Jesse?
Gone to get a boob job?

(Fans boo)

Where is the q*eer boy?

(Fans boo) Maybe he's on his period?

(Fans boo)

(Punching thuds)

(Fans cheer on)

- (Falling thud)
- Agh!

That looked like as*ault to me. (Bangs)

(Fans cheer and holler)

(Echoed punching thuds
and fighting grunts)

(Door shuts)

Brady: They were hung over. I was there.

You shouldn't say that.

I got nothing from Jacob.

He says Bethany is just
trying to save herself.

Anything from Max?

Jacob Cowan has got a bit of
psychopath in his eyes, huh?

His mom definitely
doesn't hug him enough.

Get Max back in here. Have a go at him.

Give me something on him.
Something his team knows.

He's got a thing for Tom's wife.

- Something hockey.
- He's weak on his glove side.

Good luck.

He says it was you.

The leader.

Jacob's saying you
were the last one there,

that he ran, you didn't.

That's not true!

The other cops believe it.

You assaulting that ref...

doesn't help people's view of you.

I hear Jacob was pretty jealous.

Is that why he's trying
to pin the blame on you?

- He wouldn't do that.
- Right.

He also wouldn't say you couldn't
stop a puck with your glove hand

if a blow job from Tom's
wife depended on it.

Hey, alright... wait...
that's, that's unnecessary.

Jacob went nuts,

like possessed.

Started kicking Jesse.

It was crazy. Then we ran.

Even Jacob?

Yeah.

But he went back.

Alone?

(Tight exhale)

I want you to be really clear...

there are huge
consequences for lying here.

I'm not lying.

I wasn't there.

Your teammate gave you up, man.

No way.

He said you were possessed. Crazy.

Yeah 'cause he just saw his girlfriend

up in the business of
some weirdo in a dress.

You just lost control.

It's messed up. I get it.

Brady: You treat her so good.

You turn around and...

he's what she wants?

Annie: She said it was nothing.

He kissed her and she pushed him away,

but you saw in her face,

she was lying.

She liked it.

They deserve each other.

Because they're freaks.

But you're not, right?

Although...

that's not how other
people are gonna see it.

They're gonna lump you into
the same weird triangle.

That's not right.

Is it, Mr. Cowan?

Maybe you even thought
about it for a sec.

Seeing her with him.

Like that.

What does that say about you?

So you lost it.

You hit him.

And your friend hauled you away.

Annie: But you could tell
from Jesse's cocky face...

that the next morning the
whole town was gonna know...

and you couldn't let that happen.

So you went back.

Brady: sh*t, man. I mean, I would've.

(Pens rasps)

(Notepad thuds lightly)

_

Peter: Jacob says he went
back to the scrap yard,

but before he got there,

he saw Jesse get in a white truck

about half a mile up route
by the old gas station.

On the way to the Rez.

So I want you to start checking the DMV,

and all the security
cameras in the area.

He says, he couldn't
tell who was driving

or what kind of truck it was.

He's a hockey player. They love trucks.

The kid's lying.

Well, we'll hold him
here as long as we can.

What the hell is up route ?

Nothing anymore.

Okay. I want you to check it out anyway.

If he's lying we're nowhere.

No. We have a lead.

It's been too long to only have a lead.

(Exhales in frustration)

So nothing new from our friend?

You should go home and get some sleep.

At least see your kid.

Bev: Got the trace.

It was a call to dispatch about Driver.

Being out by the old church.

Male caller from a
payphone on Barnes Road.

Should I tell Annie? She was asking.

No. Don't.

(Car rumbles up)

(Thunder rolls)

(Rain patters)

I was supposed to meet
Jesse the other night.

And he never showed.

I went looking for him
and I saw him in a truck.

What color truck?

It's white.

What time?

It's around : .

Why were you supposed to meet?

We were gonna get out of here.

Together?

As in...?

Who's that?

My wife.

Were you and Jesse together?

(Rain patters, thunder rolls)

Yeah.

(Blinds rattle, door shuts)

Daisy?

(Footsteps clank)

Where's my kid?

Sleep over. You okay, Annie?

Things are just...

so weird.

I just come here for a
second to feel normal.

You show up at your baby
daddy/ex-boyfriend's house

and get into bed with him for normalcy?

Are you my ex-boyfriend?

I don't know.

These are my arms.

If I couldn't come here
I don't know what I'd do.

You can have sex with other people,

but don't get anyone
pregnant. That's our thing.

And I won't get pregnant with anyone.

You can't have sex with anyone else.

Ever?

Just... no. Not ever.

Me knowing that would
not go well for me or him.

'Cause I'd k*ll him.

Then you'd have to
investigate me for m*rder.

I wouldn't even get to.

Conflict of interest.
It'd be Virginia's case.

That woman needs to
have sex. But you don't.

You're free-wheeling.
You're cool. You're easy.

You don't need it.

_

I didn't know you had
to buy your own tools.

Yeah. Don't worry.

Everything's gonna be great.

I'm feeling good.

I was with scary teenagers today.

Remember that age?

It's so feral.

I can't believe we made it out alive...

that you didn't m*rder me.

Oh, there were times.

Probably would've if it
hadn't been for Daisy.

Do you think we should just
live in the same house again?

What am I doing here?

You're doing everything you can.

No I'm not. I'm half in, and half out.

Maybe there's more I could do.

'Cause if somebody says they
know something, maybe they do.

Okay, what are you talking about?

I just think maybe that
I'm not in a position

to ignore the possibility
that somebody knows something

when there's a kid missing,
his mom's in t*rture

and all we have is a lead.

Who are you ignoring?

I don't know what to do.

Maybe you just need to get some sleep.

- I'll keep you warm.
- No. I can't just sleep. I have to...

I can't follow you if you
get in over your head anymore.

I need to be here.

I love you for being here.

♪ ♪

Annie: "If she tells, she never
learns the truth about either."

♪ ♪

sh*t!

(Tires screech)

(Truck tires crunch)

(Truck roars away)

♪ ♪

Remember me.

(Birds chirp)

(Branch snaps in the distance)

(Foliage rustles)

♪ ♪

Young Annie: Holly, you got hurt.

You're ripped.

(Trunk clicks and squeaks open)

Annie: "The more you take
away, the larger it becomes."

"A hole."

(Paper rustles)

(Plastic rustles)

♪ ♪

(Plastic crumples)

♪ ♪

Sandy Driver, fingernails
missing from hands.

Fingernails not recovered.

(Nails clack)

(Evidence bag crackles)

(Footsteps thud)

♪ ♪

What the hell?

(Bag thuds, keys jingle)

(Birds chirp)

♪ ♪

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

(Creaking sounds)

(Pops open)

♪ ♪

(Clanks open, lid squeaks)

_

(Footsteps rustle in the foliage)

(Bird chirps)

(reads) "What is the thing
that travelers pursue?

"Hard to hunt, not hard to view.

"The nearer you get, the
faster it runs from you."

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

♪ ♪

"There you will find...

"a fish out of the water."

(Birds chirp)

(Bark rustles)

(Pen rasps)

(Door creaks open)

(Door shuts)

I just came for my books.

You know I'd k*ll anyone
if they hurt you, right?

And I wouldn't go to jail
because I'd be totally justified.

Jail could be good for you.

I think you could benefit from routine.

Well, if I go down, I'm
taking you down with me.

(They giggle)

Who was that person at the car?

I don't know, babe.

- Are you scared?
- Not now.

That's what they'd want.

Don't be too brave.

It's overrated.

- (Eddie honks)
- No.

- (Eddie honks)
- (Daisy giggles)

Hmm. Okay, fine.

(Eddie honks)

See you later.

(Door opens and shuts)

Don't laugh, but I do these
brain teasers to clear my mind

and I'm stuck on one
'cause... I'm over-thinking.

So I'm like, who can I call

that's never gonna be at
risk of over-thinking...

I'm your man. What do you got?

"What is the thing
that travelers pursue?

"Hard to hunt, not hard to view.

"The nearer you get, the
faster it runs from you.

"Here you'll find a fish out of water."

That's the second part. So,
that's got to be a place.

Uh. A place that seems
within your reach.

Yet moves closer you get to it.

Travelers, uh...

experience the chance to...

The chance to broaden...

broaden your...

your horizon.

Didn't there used to be an old
mental hospital called New Horizons?

Maybe? Why?

♪ ♪

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(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Leaves rustle in the wind)

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

"There you will find
a fish out of water."

(Door bangs open)

Scratches.

Blood and fingernail scratches.

Someone was out here long time ago...

Sandy.

(Shutter clicks repeatedly)

(Footsteps crunch in the foliage)

(Shutter clicks)

♪ ♪

(Water laps gently)

♪ ♪

(Emotional exhales)

♪ ♪

(Water laps gently)

♪ ♪

Announcer: Next Monday. Two
murders, decades apart, are linked.

I just pulled a dead
body out of this water

and you're talking to me
about a twenty-year-old m*rder?

What it they're connected?

Announcer: As Annie plays a deadly game.

You may be talking
to a k*ller right now.