Previously on the equalizer... Don't move.
Why are you cuffing me? What did I do?
You're under arrest for disorderly conduct
and disturbing the peace.
It's finally here. What's here?
My letter from hartstone u.
"Dear Delilah, unfortunately,
we are unable to offer you a seat in our freshman class."
Come here, baby. I'm sorry.
I reached out to hartstone's admissions office.
They've been conducting social media checks
on their incoming candidates.
You think they saw your arrest at that protest?
I'm sorry.
Any sign of them?
No.
Harry, you got anything?
Nothing.
I've hacked every damn camera in the area,
and all I've got
is the grave digger's Van driving into the park.
Wait... I got eyes on the Van.
But no sign of the target.
He's already dug the grave and put the coffin in it.
I'm going to your side of the park.
I'll be there in ten minutes.
She might not have that much time.
I'm going in.
Help me!
I'm in here, I'm in here!
Haley, it's okay. I'm coming.
I can't breathe.
Please hurry!
Help! Help me!
Help!
It's okay. Just sit down.
Sit down. Sit down. Okay.
Catch your breath.
There you go. You're okay.
What the hell are you smiling at?
Nothing special.
I'm just thinking about the crucible of suffering
I'm gonna put you through.
Really?
Well, considering you're gonna spend the rest of your life
in a prison cell,
that'll be a neat little magic trick.
Abracadabra.
Hey, Dante. Appreciate you coming.
Yeah. No problem.
So what's with all the urgency?
Park worker found it this morning.
Someone had dug up the ground,
so he got a shovel and, what you see is what you get.
Name's Veronica Finch.
Last seen around midnight after leaving her job at a bodega.
See her hands?
Bruised and bloody. Fingernails are broken off.
She was trying to claw her way out.
That oxygen tank kept her alive for hours
as she did.
It's the gravedigger's mo, right?
That freak who killed all those women?
Help us out over here?
Lift her up.
The grave digger branded his victims
with a five-point asterisk brand on their right shoulder.
I don't get this.
I thought you put that bastard away in prison.
Had a little help, but yeah.
That was exactly one year ago today.
It appears that a copycat killer has decided
to Mark the occasion.
Found it.
Profile on cezanne? Yeah, yeah.
Magnifique.
Thank you, my darling.
This is kinda fun. Yep.
Aunt vi, what you got going on?
My dear friend, Simone sliger
"dear friend"? Your Nemesis?
Nonsense.
I mean, we-we had a brief rivalry in the '90s,
but we're past that now.
Anyway, she's asked me
to substitute teach her class on French art of the 1800s,
and I have not studied post-impressionism
since I left Berkeley.
Did you tell Simone that?
Of course not. She's my Nemesis.
Well, I wouldn't stress about it.
I mean, you can fake your way through any details
you may've forgotten.
Did you say "fake it"?
My darling,
life, like art, should never be faked.
"We are seeking, we are striving,
we are in it with all our hearts."
You know who said that?
Vincent van Gogh, post-impressionist
did he actually say that, honey?
Vincent, Vincent, Vincent... Yes, he did.
I am gonna crush this tonight!
I have no doubt.
By the way, class is gonna go late.
You are both on your own for dinner.
Yes, speaking of, mom,
I have to go back to school for a peer ear meeting at 7:00,
so is it cool if I grab a bite to eat with cam beforehand?
Yeah. Have fun.
Thanks.
I got to go. Dante wants to meet with me.
Does he, now?
You know, maybe your boyfriend
is surprising you with a date night.
- We're not doing that. - No?
No.
The methodology of the murder is the same as the grave digger's.
Hold on. Same as?
Similar?
Or are we talking identical?
It's a perfect match.
The victim, Veronica Finch,
is a 20-something white woman with dark hair,
abducted after working a late shift,
an asterisk brand seared into the flesh of her right shoulder.
Found in a plain pine box?
And buried in a public park with an oxygen tank
holding two hours of air.
Who the hell would mimic the grave digger's murders?
Most likely some weak-willed psychopath
seeking empowerment.
By... going all twisted fanboy
and imitating their favorite serial killer?
Exactly that.
And now that this copycat has had a taste,
they won't stop. There'll be more victims.
Standard procedure in a copycat
is to question the original murderer
on the ever-so-slim chance they might know something.
You went upstate to visit Tyler ray kynard?
I did.
What did the grave digger have to say?
That he knows who the copycat killer is.
But he's only willing to tell the woman who took him down.
Or he's lying, and just wants to mess with me.
Probably. But you never know.
And here I thought you texted me to take me on a date.
Rain check.
All right, well,
come on, let's get this over with.
Our special guests.
Dr. Vogel, prison psychiatrist.
You were here earlier, detective.
I understand you had a brief visit with the grave digger.
Didn't give you much, did he?
So, what, now you've brought backup?
This is Imani Williams.
She's a criminologist and profiler
who consults with the NYPD.
Nice to meet you. You as well, Ms. Williams.
Though the good detective might've saved you the trip
if he had me join his initial interview.
Over the past year, I've conducted dozens of sessions
with Tyler ray kynard and we've developed a rapport.
I'm bit an expert on all things grave digger-related.
Did he mention anything about a copycat killer?
No, I'm afraid not.
We'll need a list
of everyone he's been in contact with
on the outside.
Well, I can give that to you now.
No one.
Since his incarceration,
he's become completely shut off from the world.
No phone calls, no Internet.
Doesn't read his mail.
Not even from admirers.
He's in here.
Now, I'll lead the conversation, and that way
no. I'll go in by myself.
I'll monitor from the cctv system, I have
I'm sure I can handle that myself.
And the district attorney
wanted me to convey her deepest appreciation
for extending us every courtesy.
Good luck, then.
Kind of you to accept my invitation.
Please, have a seat.
I-I'd pull out your chair, but.
"Imani Williams."
Now, we both know that's not your name.
It is today.
What's your real name?
This is not a social visit.
If there's anything you know about the copycat,
now would be the time to share it.
But names... Names are important.
They convey identity, culture, heritage.
The story of you in a...
A short series of letters.
Which is why my acquired nickname,
"the grave digger,"
is such an offense to me.
So write a letter of complaint
to the newspaper who came up with it.
A proper name would've been the purifier of souls.
Because through suffering, I set women free.
Let's get back to discussing the copycat
you know the ancient Egyptians, the aztecs, the Mayans,
the Greeks, the romans,
they all had purification rituals.
And each one, each one involved pain.
Mine does, too.
I redeem these vile women.
I liberate their souls!
Okay, okay.
It's clear you... you know nothing
about the copycat.
I do hope someone remembers to feed Veronica's kittens.
They're probably famished by now.
You think they resort to cannibalism?
He's right about her pets.
And Robyn,
neither Veronica's name nor personal info
has been released.
How do you know the victim's name?
Because I picked her.
So you do know the copycat killer.
He's my acolyte.
I've already chosen the next woman
who I shall set free from her sins.
She's out there, right now.
Working the late shift.
With no idea that my acolyte is watching,
waiting for the moment that he can purify her.
Thank you very much.
So that she can move on to the afterlife cleansed.
Just like all the others.
Do you remember the promise that I made to you
a year ago, when we first met?
About the crucible of suffering
that I was gonna put you through?
Well... Now it begins.
I will consume the rest of your days,
devour your consciousness.
I will eat at the very core of your spirit.
Because more women will die.
And this time?
This time, you're powerless to stop me.
Hey.
You got here fast.
Well, an active serial killer
is more than enough reason
to break every speed limit in the state.
Any idea on who the acolyte is?
Not yet. Harry, you found any suspects?
I've scrubbed kynard's phone records,
his emails, his socials,
all before he was captured, and there's no one
that even comes close to fitting the profile of his acolyte.
Well, whomever it is,
they're talking to each other.
We just have to figure out how.
Could be a corrections officer.
They've been known to smuggle in contraband.
One could be moving messages back and forth
between kynard and his acolyte.
All right.
I'll look for red flags of any cos
that might've had contact with kynard.
In the meantime, I'm going back in.
What are you seeing?
There's something off about him.
Can't quite put my finger on it, but...
He's cocky, I can use that against him.
Also... He's made mistakes in the past.
Maybe I can rattle his cage.
Can I have some of those truffle fries?
Okay, why are you always trying to eat off my plate?
Because you always order better than me.
Okay, then go back and get your own.
Man, we don't have time.
And don't you have that school meeting?
I so don't want to go.
We're teaching underclassmen tips on getting into college
and I didn't even get into my safety school,
so what's the point?
Hey. You're still waiting to hear from other schools.
Yeah, who might reject me, too.
And I have been perfect these last three years.
I mean, grades, extracurriculars.
And it could've all been for nothing
just because I got arrested at a protest last year.
Yo!
Cashmere cam!
What's up, man? Yo, it's good.
- What's up, d? - Hey.
Y-You gonna eat those last fries?
No?
Yes.
That was my plan.
Yo, quinshon's throwing a party.
Wait, who's quinshon?
This, guy I know.
Little out there.
Okay, but he's throwing a party?
We should go. Yeah, I don't know.
I don't think it's really a type of party
and don't you got some, like,
nerdy school thing to go to?
Okay.
No, I can skip it.
Are you sure about that?
Look, I don't want you getting in trouble.
Thank you, that is very sweet of you,
but it's cool.
Look, I'll just tell them I'm sick.
Now, come on. Let's go have some fun.
Hey, slow up, private school.
Quinshon lives in a kind of sketchy neighborhood.
Look, we can just check out the party,
and if it's too crazy, we'll bounce.
Okay?
Come on.
Let's go.
All right.
All right?
Serial killers.
I know you live in your own alternative moral universe,
but when you partner up together,
when you become a duo,
I mean, it's just so... weird.
How do you even find each other?
Really?
You think I'm just gonna share details
that'll help you identify him?
I'm not an imbecile.
You sure about that?
Because the way I see it,
here you are, this big, scary serial killer,
and you gave away your darkest secret to someone.
You gave him all of your power.
You understand nothing.
I molded my acolyte.
I trained him in my art.
Now he does my bidding.
What?
Why are you laughing?
What's so funny?!
You're rotting away in here.
You still thinking you're running things.
I am! When you were free, sure, maybe.
But now, the roles are reversed.
Yeah, no, no, you're wrong. Am I?
The way I see it, your so-called acolyte...
Has all the power now.
He can choose to disobey your orders
and walk away.
I bet soon... he will.
No. He will... he will never forsake me!
He will never turn his back.
We are kindred spirits. We're on a mission t...
Nice try.
But you'll never find out who my acolyte is.
He'll be taking my next victim soon.
And all I want is to see the look on your face
when you're told that another woman
has been purified.
First of all... Dr. Vogel.
- Appreciate you coming. - So... Any progress?
Turns out, someone's been passing messages back and forth
between the grave digger
and the copycat killer on the outside.
We theorized it was one of the prison guards.
Really? Do you have any suspects?
No, we cleared them all.
So we started looking into other employees
that come into contact with the grave digger.
We learned a few things.
I'm sure you're aware of this, doc,
but we had no idea that only three out of five inmates
who need mental health care actually receive it.
Of those who do, they only see their therapist
once a month.
But not the grave digger. No, he has sessions
with you at least once a week.
Wait, w-w-wait, wait. Y-You don't think I'm...
Look, I'm not, I'm not his confederate,
I'm just doing research.
Research for what?
Definitive biography on the grave digger.
What else?
Come on. Please.
Believe me, I-I don't want to help that maniac kill people.
I just want to get published.
Harry, can you verify any of this?
Yeah, well, I just hacked into the doc's cloud account,
and, yep, he's halfway through writing a book called
you got to be kidding me
digging up the grave digger.
Yeah, well, that-that doesn't necessarily prove
that he's innocent. No.
But it proves he's a terrible writer.
I mean, this is just awful.
Okay. Besides you and the guards,
who has access to kynard?
No one. He just sits alone in his prison cell all day.
Every day.
Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way.
Maybe it's not about who has access to kynard
but who has access to his cell.
Doc, is there ever maintenance or cleaning done?
Once a month, when kynard has his daily exercises,
our custodian cleans his cell.
What's his name?
Ronny... Ronny lacaraza.
All right, Ronny lacaraza.
I'm digging into him now.
Okay, listen to this.
Ronny lacaraza started making
$5k cash deposits every month
for nearly a year. That can't be a coincidence.
Where's Ronny now?
Well, his shift ended ten minutes ago.
Hey, what's up, man?
Good to see you.
- It's him. - I'll flank him.
This is awesome.
NYPD, Ronny. Don't move.
Hey, watch where you're going!
No.
I didn't do nothing! Yeah, except help a serial killer
plan a murder.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you talking about?
The $5,000 cash deposits you made at your bank.
Look, I like to play the ponies.
What do you want from me? I'm lucky.
Yeah, try again, but know I'm pulling
prison security footage, which will show you
playing messenger boy for the grave digger.
All right!
But it's not what you think.
I had no idea that woman was gonna wind up in a box.
Okay, then what did you know?
You want to help yourself
or take up residence in one of those prison cells you clean?
All right, okay. Okay, look.
Okay, a while back, I got a call from a blocked number.
The voice on the other end said,
"you want to make a little scratch on the side?"
And I'm like, "hell yes."
He said, "all you got to do"
"is put a few notes under the grave digger's mattress
when you're cleaning his cell."
How'd you get the money? How'd you get the notes?
Did you meet with him?
No, there was a drop spot. A bench in croton point.
That's a huge park
with very few surveillance cameras. Great.
Look, at first I thought it was a prank, you know?
But then I got curious.
So I went to the bench, and the money was actually there.
So... I was like, "what's the harm
in passing a few notes?"
It's not like the grave digger's gonna get out anytime soon.
But then I hear
about the copycat killing this morning,
and I knew I was screwed.
Did you read any of the notes?
Once.
But it was just a bunch of random numbers.
Must be an alphanumeric code
kynard worked out with his acolyte.
We need to get him before he gets his next victim.
I'm gonna call Rob. Yeah.
You're right.
You are screwed.
Copy that.
Bad news.
We got the custodian.
No more communication, no more notes.
You're cut off. Forever.
Doesn't matter.
My acolyte will continue his work without me.
Wait, what did you say?
"My acolyte will continue his work?"
I thought you said it was your work.
Of course it is.
The custodian only sent messages into prison, not out.
You're not giving orders.
You're taking them.
But why would the grave digger ever...
Take commands from someone else?
Doesn't make sense.
Unless.
I knew something was off about you.
You're not the grave digger. You're his acolyte.
So what happened a year ago today?
Did the real grave digger allow you to kill?
And you screwed it up!
All that matters is that you got the wrong guy.
I'll gladly suffer in here
if he can continue his work out there.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Hey.
I am so sorry.
Look, I've got a hydraulic car Jack
over in my Van.
Want help putting on a spare?
You're such a lifesaver.
Yeah.
Okay. Looks like your friend quinshon
knows how to throw a party, Tyrese.
Not exactly your kind of crowd, private school.
You think you can hang?
Okay, no, you do not know me well enough to judge me, Tyrese.
Which seems to be a trend these days.
Hey, are you sure you want to miss
your peer counseling thing, Dee?
I mean, we can still take you.
No, I'm sure, okay?
What I want right now is to have fun.
Yo, who need a refill?
Yo, Ty, my mans.
Good to see you.
Good to see you, quinshon.
Now, you know my boy cam.
- Yeah. - Yo.
And this is his girl Dee.
Hi.
Any friend of Ty's.
You name it, we got it.
Man, you know my situation.
I got to be on point.
What about y'all two?
Nah, we're... Pour it up.
All right, come on in.
If kynard's telling the truth,
the grave digger already has his next victim.
I scrubbed kynard's socials and contacts and came up empty
for both an acolyte and a mentor.
So how did these two psychopaths get together?
Lots of people meet at work.
Yeah, that's a good point.
Let's see.
When he was arrested, kynard was working
at a landscaping company.
But he doesn't appear to have crossed paths
with, anybody for any significant period of time.
What about before the landscaping company?
Well, before that, his longest employment was...
Working as an assistant gardener for the Winston family.
Why does that name sound familiar?
Because they're loaded.
And because Charles Winston
tried to murder his mother when he was 13.
Yeah, the family used their money to Bury it.
Winston was never charged.
Didn't even go to juvie.
Here's a picture of Madeline Winston,
the mother, when he tried to attack her.
White, dark hair...
Just like the grave digger's victims.
Harry, what is Charles Winston doing now?
Well, that's not what I expected.
Apparently the über-rich son
of one of the city's most influential families
is hauling bodies around for the m.E.'S office.
Help us out over here?
I saw him.
He was at the crime scene this morning.
It's him.
Charles Winston, he's the grave digger.
He tried to kill his mother but failed.
So he's been reenacting the attempt over and over again
and succeeding.
And kynard worked for the wins tons for years.
Long enough for the grave digger
to groom his sociopathic tendencies.
Serial killers often try to involve themselves
in the investigations.
Which is why he works at the morgue.
Guys, check this out.
Winston is living with his mother.
Really? After he tried to kill her?
Families, am I right?
But that means he needs
some kind of a bat cave where he can, you know,
take his victims and do his branding and boxing ritual.
Something like
this warehouse in queens,
which is part of his not unsubstantial
real estate portfolio.
Good work, Harry. Checking traffic cams in the area.
Well, nothing screams "serial killer"
- like a panel Van. - Damn.
We need to get to that warehouse.
Now.
NYPD! Raise your hands and turn around slowly!
Hands! Now!
Do it!
Turn around now! I will shoot.
- I got him. - Check the room.
Well, well. I'm impressed.
Nothing.
Got a shovel and a tarp.
I had hoped my apprentice
could keep your attention a little while longer, but
it is a pleasure to finally meet you.
Where is she?
You're too late.
Her soul is already being redeemed.
Help!
Please!
Somebody!
I don't get it.
Why isn't he worried?
Because there's nothing connecting him
to the grave digger's earlier victims.
And unless we find the woman Winston buried,
we don't even have a crime to accuse him of.
Well, maybe it's time for a little physical persuasion.
Based on Winston's psychopathy,
he'll resist the pain long enough to toy with us.
And for the victim's air to run out.
Yeah, and about that...
Given the amount of air that he used
in the canisters on his previous victims,
the current one's got about an hour before she suffocates,
at-at best.
Harry, dig into Winston's past.
There may be a traumatic event in his childhood or early teens.
Knowing what drives him might help us find her.
Yeah, yup, you got it.
You two go to Winston's house.
Maybe there's something there that could tell us
where he buries his victims.
What about you?
Well, the grave digger wants me here
to see if he's smarter than me.
Let's see if he is. Be careful.
Winston wants to get inside your head.
Alone at last.
What shall we do?
I figure we could add up our points.
I saved your acolyte's victim, check.
Put kynard behind bars, check.
Caught the real grave digger killer.
Check.
So far, I'm winning at your game.
But I've pinned your queen.
Soon, she'll be free of her suffering
and cleansed of her sins.
Still winning.
Unless you want to try a new game.
How can I help you?
I'm detective Dante with the NYPD.
We'd like to ask you
some questions about your son Charles.
Very well. You may ask.
Whether or not I answer remains to be seen.
I suggest you do.
Seven women are dead.
And another one may be soon because of your son.
I'm sure you've heard of the grave digger, Ms. Winston.
Your son likes to Bury his victims alive.
He's already chosen another woman.
We need to find her before it's too late.
Don't be ridiculous.
My son isn't burying anyone. He's a good man.
Good man tried to kill you when he was 13 years old.
Please. The press made a scandal out of nothing.
A scandal that you made go away.
You shipped him to military school, then college.
Seems like you didn't want him around.
Is that a question, detective?
Just an observation.
Well, hopefully, you also observed
the location of the door.
So you can see yourselves out.
Actually, Ms. Winston, we're not done yet.
Offering to play a new game.
That's very clever of you.
We both know I'm clever.
That's why you're tied up in that chair and I'm not.
Do you know why chess is considered so beautiful?
It's because of the game's paradoxical nature.
The path to victory lies in seemingly disadvantageous moves.
Like sacrificing a pawn in order to save a queen.
For the next five minutes,
you can ask me whatever you want.
I mean, that's why you set this whole thing up, right?
So you can find out who I am and...
How I was able to outsmart you.
Does seem that you're more than just lucky.
Which I admit was my assumption when you caught poor Tyler.
So, tell me, what makes you who you are?
In return, I'll answer any of your questions
about my latest angel.
Perhaps that'll even help you find her.
Deal.
But I won't be asking you anything about your victim.
I'll be asking about you.
I already told you.
My son had nothing to do with those women.
I have no idea what you expect to find in here.
Clearly, I won't be donating
to the policemen's gala going forward.
I'm sure we'll survive.
Your... 30-year-old son sleeps here?
Of course.
This is Charles's room. It's always been his room.
What to play for my opening gambit?
How about.
I know you're the vigilante
that I read about in the newspaper?
I'm right, aren't I?
So...
What brought about this hero complex, I wonder?
If the papers are correct,
you exact justice by killing people.
But is justice your reason, or...
Is it an excuse?
The two of us have so very much in common.
We both decide who lives or who dies.
Except I help people.
I don't make them suffer
in some crazy-ass attempt to purify them.
And I'm not killing my mother
over and over and over again
because I didn't get it right the first time.
No.
You have got that all wrong.
The maid was more of a mother to me
than that woman ever was.
And I am certainly not trying to kill her over and over again.
And I am not making my chosen ones suffer,
I am allowing them to suffer
in order to cleanse them of their sins
and free them to reach the other side.
Rob, still digging through his childhood
to see if there's anything that might've traumatized him.
So, what are you waiting for?
I believe it's your move.
I was young.
I was overseas in a dangerous country.
There was a border I was told not to cross.
I was nearly killed.
But I was rescued by a family.
At great... Risk to themselves.
That family was... killed.
'Cause they helped me.
And I have to live with that guilt every day.
That's why I do what I do.
Lies.
You're lying.
That is a lie!
You broke the rules.
Game over.
Help!
Please.
Harry, tell me you got something. I wish I could.
I-I mean, Charles Winston was a model child.
No known behavioral issues at all
until the day he attacks his mother.
And after that?
After that, he goes to military school, he goes to college.
No known incidents or suspicious behavior.
Then, after his father dies,
he moves in with his mother, gets a job at the m.E.'S,
and his boss said he never put a foot out of place.
Damn.
Okay, so what now?
Now I'm gonna give him what he wants.
A piece of me.
Rob? Rob?
What-what's going on?
Okay.
I'm gonna tell you the truth.
What happened to me... And why I...
Why you have a hero's complex?
I believe our five minutes are up.
Besides, why would I believe you now?
Because you know I want to save that woman.
The one you're killing.
Purifying.
But...
But continue.
I really was... In a dangerous country.
My partner and I were on a mission.
It went south.
And I had a choice to
save my partner... Or complete the mission.
I saved hundreds of innocent lives that day.
But not his.
You left him?
You left someone who trusted you
in order to help people that you don't even know?
How could you?
You're afraid that it'll happen again, aren't you?
That your need to help people
will force you to sacrifice
the ones that are closest to you.
I left him.
I left?
That's your trigger.
You were shipped off to military school, left.
Is that why you tried to kill your mother?
Wait.
No, you said the maid was more of a mother to you.
Harry, I need to know everything there is
about the Winston family maid.
She would have worked for them around the time
Charles attacked his mother.
I got her. Andrea aguilar.
She left her job, returned to El Salvador
right before Winston tried to kill his mother.
Andrea the maid?
I fired her.
She was a bad influence.
Dragging Charles out at all hours of the night,
claiming they were looking at the stars.
As if I believed that.
You mind turning off the light?
Your mother fired the maid.
That's why you attacked her.
She took away someone you loved and trusted.
Andrea didn't abandon you... Yes, she did.
She left me there.
Robyn, it's stars.
The maid used to take Winston out at night to see the stars.
Harry? Okay. Yeah, yeah.
I'm cross-referencing popular stargazing locations
with the burial sites where Winston put his victims.
Okay, they're a match.
A-And Rob, that five-pointed asterisk
that the grave digger uses
to brand his victims with?
That's sometimes a symbol for astronomy.
The police never made the connection.
The grave digger chose parks where stargazing is popular.
Maybe even parks where the maid took him.
Yeah, and based on the timeline of the latest victim
and the distance from the warehouse,
there's only one possibility.
I'm sending Mel and Dante the address,
but you guys got to hurry.
There!
The ground's been disturbed.
I got it. Yeah?
All right. All right.
Thank god. Okay.
She's alive.
Rob, she's alive.
Checkmate.
- I'm fine, I'm fine. - No, you're not fine.
Hi, auntie.
Well, looks like someone had quite the evening.
I-I, I am so sorry.
This, this is all my fault.
I-I wanted to go to a party, and,
and I convinced Dee... I sincerely doubt that,
since she seems to be the only one
who's actually partied.
May I ask you to help her inside?
No.
I can walk by myself.
Thank you so much, cam, for being such a gentleman
and bringing Dee home safely,
but you can run along now.
I have it from here.
Okay.
Good night.
Here you go.
Careful.
I hope you're not gonna vomit
'cause I am not down for that.
I'm not gonna vomit. I'm fine.
I'm sure you're doing just fine,
but you are certainly acting out of character.
So...
Would you care to tell me
what's going on with you?
Like, what-what... wh-what if this is
my new "character," okay?
I am tired of being "dull-Lilah."
Not that again, please.
I did everything right.
Good grades, good behavior, extracurriculars,
and look at where it got me.
I stepped out of the line one time.
If that's enough to just wipe away
all the good things, then what's the point?
Aw, honey.
I'm so sorry.
I know how hard rejection can be.
But...
Sometimes life just doesn't go the way you want it to.
You know, that safety school rejected you
because they thought that getting arrested
meant you weren't the kind of student
that they wanted on their campus.
And they were wrong.
You made such a brave choice.
But actions have consequences.
And you're either going to be the victim of your choices,
or you're going to own them.
And that is what adulting is.
It is having the courage to stand
in your own beliefs.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity.
I really am sorry.
I know.
And you are gonna be even sorrier
when you wake up in the morning.
What are you gonna tell mom?
I'm not gonna tell your mother anything.
You are.
And that, my darling, is gonna take some courage.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please, no.
I did enjoy our game while it lasted.
You know, the thing about the memories
that we Bury the deepest?
Once we dig them up,
it's hard to force them back into the grave.
They have a tendency to stick around and haunt you.
- Let's go. - You heard him.
What was that all about?
Nothing.
Just a little story I made up to get him to talk.
Must've been a good one.
Beat him at his own game.
He won't be hurting any more women.
Good.
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