Previously on "Clarice"...
Angela Bird, Tess Laughty,
and Sandra Bishop are interviewed
by Rebecca Clark-Sherman.
DNA says you were right.
Hudlin was the man you saw at Woodhaven
the night Marilyn Felker killed herself.
Karolina Savich was here on a student visa
sponsored by Global Health Horizons.
Hudlin led us to Karolina,
who was sponsored here in the States by Tyson Conway,
whose dad owns Alastor Pharmaceuticals.
Tyson is our way to Nils.
Special Agent Clarice Starling.
- Mr. Hagen. - Do you like art?
It's inspired by Alastor himself.
Son of Cronos.
Clarice, are you sure that this story you've been
telling yourself is the whole story?
Your daddy's a thief.
What happens if you find out you've been
building yourself on a lie?
Oh, sorry about that.
You do not want to mess with the parking cops
in this part of the town.
Thank you for being willing to switch days.
Patients have professional conflicts all the time.
I hope that whatever you have tomorrow goes well.
We're just seizing some financial documents.
That sounds routine.
Is there anything about this case that would make you...
There are pieces of a memory floating around.
- Alright. - But I can't put them together.
I can't...
I feel stupid and helpless, and it is stickin' in my craw.
- You don't do well with helpless. - No, ma'am.
Why don't you tell me what you can remember?
- It won't make any sense. - It doesn't need to.
You don't have to have the whole picture.
You're allowed to have blind spots.
What?
I don't have time for this. I'm busy.
Why can't you say that you're angry?
Unprocessed trauma often manifests itself into anger.
I can help you if you talk to me.
Mm-hmm.
You know, I'd say I'm angry if I was angry,
but I am busy.
I am busy trying to do my job, and I don't need any more
of these SOS calls from my subconscious.
I thought you were gonna help me wrap all this up,
and instead, you're just planting
these little angry seeds in my brain
- when I'm not angry. - Okay.
You're not angry.
Everyone actually really cares about their jobs here.
I'm learning stuff.
Good.
- What? - Cat, parties I'm investigating
are trying to get at me through you,
through the... incident with Lila Gumb.
- I'm so sorry, Mom... - No. Stop.
This subject is politically connected,
and he has deep pockets.
He has everything to lose.
We should expect the worst.
So?
They're not the only ones who can play games, Mom.
That's true.
I can take the hit.
But you need to hit back harder.
I just hate that you're in the line of fire.
I'm here. I'll own it.
Fry their asses, Mom.
Really make it hurt.
_
I need to take a leak.
- Really? Come on, man. - Hey, hey.
Just hold it. We're about to get the signal.
AG's gonna green-light the raid any second.
Yeah, I can't.
I can't hold it.
Try this.
Uh, anybody got a bigger bottle?
Oh, relax. Starling can handle it.
Where's your manners, man?
Okay, we got the green light to go in.
We've got Alastor on fraud,
but we need to dig deep to catch the guys at the top.
Find the thing that connects Nils to it all.
- Let's go. - Let's go.
Nils Hagen. I'm Agent Paul Krendler.
And this is a warrant
granting me permission to search the premises.
So this is it?
Yeah. Nils really liked showing it to me.
This painting goes deep with him.
Interesting.
He ascribes special meaning to objects.
There's some sort of magical thinking going on.
It's... weird.
"Weird"? Is that a clinical term?
It's an Eva Gallows, but it's weird.
Her style is unmistakable, and yet this is unlike
any of her other paintings that I've ever seen.
- It's out of character. - Well, means something to him.
Let's take the damn thing and figure out why.
On three.
I love Raid Day.
He's hoping Santa will bring him a pony.
Oh, don't laugh. Murray confiscated
a miniature Shetland once while working narcotics.
I'll settle for a couple of forged checks
and a ledger for an offshore bank account.
AG wants us to put cuffs on Hagen.
- In an evidentiary raid? - Mm-hmm.
He must have really pissed her off.
It's a bold move.
Let the cameras catch him doing the perp walk.
Reminds the world he's mortal.
Looks like he beat us to the cameras.
It's painful to hear
these accusations against Alastor.
I founded this company
when I was only 34 years old.
I wanted to make the world
a little kinder.
Ease some suffering.
And it has been my privilege to do so
for the past...
... 50 years.
But I love this company.
They are eatin' this up, boy.
"I'm a weak old man".
You know what would help that wheezing
is a nice tap to the solar plexus.
I've let myself go blind to some bad actors.
But I promise you, my eyes are open now.
I intend to cooperate fully with law enforcement.
Mr. Hagen.
- Hey... - No need.
Agent...
Krendler.
Agent, may I?
This is outrageous.
He's doing his job.
And I will do whatever I can
to find out
how my company has gone astray,
and we will
heal the harm that has been done.
My eyes are open.
My eyes are open now.
Thank you. No further statement.
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W-What am I looking at?
I had a cousin who painted like this
between story time and nap time.
Nils said this was Cronos...
a God in Greek mythology who emasculated his father
and believed that his own children would overthrow him,
so he swallowed them.
Nice. Geez.
"Li-berry", will you put us out of our misery, please?
This is an original Eva Gallows.
Nils commissioned it when she was an up-and-coming artist.
It is extraordinary. But it is unlike
any Eva Gallows I've ever seen before.
She doesn't usually use these color blocks,
and she doesn't work in this encaustic style
of thick build-ups of paint.
If Nils commissioned it, he gave her instructions, right?
A commissioned painting is, uh, usually a mirror of its patron.
Well, then she probably has an in on his psychology
- that no one else does. - I believe that.
Well, let's grill Hagen about it.
U.S. Attorney asked us to cut him loose an hour ago.
Son of a bitch.
Oh. Mm. He and the AG are probably at each other's throats
over that little melodrama in front of the cameras.
Mm. You and Starling go see this artist.
See if she's got anything to say.
You two, get into the evidence we seized today.
If we don't tie this guy directly,
he is flying off to a private island somewhere.
You've been building this house for a long time.
When you first started, you and Sophia were still married.
- That's right. - The girls were, ah,
- tiny. - Not so much anymore.
I'm... sorry for today.
I've got calls into my cont...
Once the ink is dry on this merger,
you will be a rich man,
and they will be back.
I've been on the phone all morning.
Everyone is still very eager to move ahead.
This will all get taken care of with a fine.
You will handle it beautifully.
Thank you.
Thank you, Joseph.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
- Thank you for your time, Ms. Gallows. - Mm.
Time passes quickly here.
Thank you. Glad you like them.
So, you're here to talk about
the painting I made for Nils Hagen?
Well, um, actually, we wanted to talk about
why it's not your painting.
I've studied orphans...
works that are intentionally outside of an artist's oeuvre
are, uh, oftentimes the more interesting chapters
of an artist's journey.
Well, not this one.
People abandon things out of callousness.
Or necessity.
You don't want to own this, Ms. Gallows?
Look, Nils paid me. A lot.
And the commission was very specific.
The details weren't up to me.
He controlled everything.
He even had a... a paint lab make custom pigment.
So, in the end, it seemed like
he really just wanted that blank canvas with my name on it.
You can't orphan something that was never yours.
Well, that's kind of passing the buck, Ms. Gallows.
It was a job, and I did it.
You can't understand that, Agent?
I'd like to talk about the original subject matter...
A-Agent Starling, I think we got everything we're gonna get.
Thanks, Eva.
Sure.
Why did you cut me off?
Sorry, we don't know the right questions yet.
We can push her harder. She knows more.
Well, first, we need to unpack what she did tell us.
She told us that she painted it,
and she doesn't know a thing about it. That's crap.
She told us that we might think we're looking at a painting,
when in reality, we're looking at a blank canvas.
♪ Look inside my woman's eyes to see ♪
♪ I love you, babe ♪
♪ Do you love me? ♪
♪ I love you, babe ♪
♪ Do you love me? ♪
- Krendler. - It's Joe.
Joe.
Nils Hagen doesn't pay compliments.
- Joe, what's going on? - I want you to tell my daughters
I never did any of the... sexual stuff.
I even tried to help Karolina out.
I gave her money, a place to stay.
What are you talking about?
- Joe? - Don't let my girls think
I was a sick monster. I never touched...
Tell me where you are.
Two young daughters at home.
I never touched any of those women.
Joe, tell me where you are. I'll come to you.
When I landed at Alastor, I told my wife...
"Our ship's finally come in".
Now she doesn't even pick up my calls.
I wanted them to be okay.
- Joe... - I wanted my family to be okay.
Joe.
Joe!
What's going on?
Hey, what are you guys doing here?
Turf war. D.C. Metro called us in.
Guess they got ViCAP mixed up with Violent Crimes.
- Well, it's pretty easy to do. - When Herman saw
that Krendler was already here when we pulled up...
Violent Crimes works with local PD here!
- They called us! - They got their signals crossed.
Or maybe they were just looking
for a-a genuine FBI squad on the scene!
Oh, God, is your head really this far up your ass?!
- Excuse me? - I'm the one who called in
local PD to check on the deceased.
I was working him!
He was a major part of a ViCAP investigation!
I was on the phone with him when he died!
You were working him, or was he working you?
- I... - His suicide note.
He's confessed to everything at Alastor.
He's confessed to everything, period.
Wait, wha... What are you...
What are you doing?
Yeah, I'm, uh, having a situation here.
Okay.
Someone on the line for you.
My team! We don't need to watch ViCAP
kissing the AG's ass. Leave this mess to them.
Alright, everyone, just a big misunderstanding.
ViCAP's got it.
Thank you. Drinks on us at McMurdo's.
I will be filing a complaint with the SAC in the morning.
ViCAP, crime scene's over here.
I guess this is what happens
when they let bitches have badges.
- Yeah. - Ooh.
- What'd you say? - Alright, relax.
- Huh? Hey, what'd you say? - Easy, easy. Hey, enough. Enough.
What'd you say, huh?
Esquivel. Esquivel! Stand down.
That's right, Agent Taco Bell. Stand down.
Say one more thing, huh? One more thing.
Trust me, he's not worth it.
What is going on?
Tony, you want to leash your guys?
Eddie!
What are you looking at, sweetheart?
Huh? Had enough Mexican takeout?
Hungry for something home grown?
- Ohh. - Ooh-hoo-hoo.
Okay, okay! Knock it off! Knock it off!
ViCAP, crime scene is in the living room.
Let's go.
Come on.
Tony, get your guys out of here,
or they're all getting written up.
Let's go!
Eddie!
Yeah, I don't believe this for a second.
Hudlin took advantage of an old man and took over his company,
and the murders and the clinical trials
all fall on Hudlin and no one else? Please.
I'm surprised he didn't confess to killing JFK.
We did find evidence that corroborates.
Financials.
They checked out.
That he just happened to have on hand before killing himself.
It's their MO. We would have pinned it all on Marilyn Felker
if Starling hadn't kept looking.
What do we have that ties Hagen directly?
- He is a dangerous man. - Not much.
Starling is keyed in on this painting Nils is obsessed with.
She's building a profile,
but other than that, we're coming up dry.
I'm feeling a lot of pressure to close this.
Everyone stands to profit if Alastor is sold to W & W.
- Everyone. - How long can you hold it off?
We need more time, Ruth.
We have one move at the most, Paul.
So use me wisely.
Everything alright?
Everyone knows about what happened last night.
Yeah, well, you heard him.
I did. And I wanted to knock him out, too.
But I didn't.
Well, I guess the stress of it all is just...
George wants me to file paperwork about it
for the lawsuit.
- Why? - They want it on the record
that you do things like break people's noses and get promoted.
And I don't.
Well, you got to do what you got to do,
and I support you.
- You know that. - That's not really the point.
Okay, then what's the point?
Clarice, you assaulted a fellow agent.
That's not like you.
Well, I'm fine.
I am fine.
Eva said Nils wasn't interested in her work.
What he wanted was, essentially...
... a blank canvas.
- Whoa. - Whoa.
There's a long tradition
of paintings on top of paintings.
Vasari painting over da Vinci.
Van Gogh painted over himself.
In this case, it just so happens
that the painting on top is the hidden one.
It... It... It's Cronos. That's what he kept saying.
But why not just have the painting?
Why so cryptic? Nils doesn't traffic in humility.
Why are you using luminol?
This isn't a bedspread from the Travelodge.
Well, you can keep your motel adventures to yourself,
but everything glowing up there...
is, uh... biological.
Mm.
Eva said that Nils provided the pigment for the base.
- Blood? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Oh, man.
Yeah. Um, don't know if it's human.
Well, it's not illegal, but it's too weird not to pursue.
Get the artist in here.
Hudlin hinted at something even darker going on.
Said he didn't want his daughters to think
he was "involved with the sex stuff".
This isn't about sex.
This is about power and anger.
Not everyone knows the difference.
Well, we should ask our artist about that, too.
With Hudlin's "suicide confession",
Nils Hagen can just run the clock out.
Hm.
AG Martin has given us a Hail Mary...
a warrant to search Global Health Horizons.
Alastor was GHH's primary donor. Maybe there's something there.
Starling, you talk to Tyson Conway.
You have the best relationship with him.
Mm-hmm.
If he's smart, he's scared.
Bring him over.
Tell him it's his last shot.
Yes, sir.
Okay.
Let's do it.
Starling, hang on.
The Black Coalition
cited the incident with Eddie...
... the fact that you weren't reprimanded.
To demonstrate a disparity
between how Black and Caucasian agents are treated?
Well, they have a point, sir.
Look, you were provoked last night. I was there.
And I saw how you were treated in the van before the raid.
- I'd be upset, too. - Respectfully, sir,
"upset" is for when someone breaks a nail.
I'd be righteously pissed off, too.
But you got to take it in stride.
- I usually do. - I know.
I promised the Director that this is the case.
But he wants confirmation.
Confirmation, sir?
Get your therapist to sign that.
Yes, sir.
Conway first.
Clock's ticking, Starling.
Get out of here.
- _ - Starling.
Take a look at this.
Itineraries?
For the scholarship recipients.
You coming after me now?
The evidence we gathered from Alastor
contained some troubling things.
You're working me now. I can tell by your eyes.
I'm trying to protect you.
There are billions of dollars on the line.
People get crazy around that kind of money.
- God. - If you talk to me now,
I can help you.
The FBI, we can help you.
But it has got to be now.
There won't be another chance.
I don't know anything.
Okay, look. Ty, when we love someone,
we see who we need them to be.
So let me be your eyes right now, okay?
Your father is a dangerous man.
- No, he's not. - I study dangerous people,
and your father is a different species.
He scares me, and I don't scare easy.
I know this is so hard,
and I'm sorry, but you might have to consider
that he does not have your best interest at heart.
Don't talk about him that way.
Joe Hudlin is dead.
He turned up dead last night.
Hudlin was the bad actor in all of this.
- I thi... - Everything went bad when Joe Hudlin showed up.
I think you know better.
It went bad long before.
My father came up hard.
He lost most of his family when he was a kid.
That's why he's a bit hard. But... he's a good man.
Ty, your father sells a drug
he knows will cause birth defects.
That is not what a good man does.
You know, I'd hoped I'd never see this again.
The painting is unlike
anything you've done before or since.
What's the story here, Eva?
I'd had shows that were well-reviewed.
But I couldn't break through.
My professors...
they were men.
They were all men.
They basically told me...
Well, they couldn't understand
why I wasn't jumping at the opportunity to find a patron.
You were young.
When you hear something enough, you believe it.
Nils Hagen took an interest.
He had such an amazing collection,
impeccable taste.
I was so hungry.
And he liked my work.
Put me up in this amazing loft.
It was intoxicating.
Yeah, I bet.
And controlling?
Yeah, that's a word for it.
You must've been terrified.
By the time I realized how bad it was,
I couldn't get out.
He wanted children.
With me.
Eva, did you want to have children with him?
You know he wouldn't use birth control?
He wouldn't let me.
He monitored my...
all of that.
But I have known since I was 15 that I can't have kids.
And when I finally needed to get away from him,
I told him.
I can't imagine he was kind.
He was very angry.
And I was afraid.
One day, he just came into my room.
The first time I'd seen him smile in weeks.
And he says
he's going to commission me to make him a painting.
And then, he'd let me go.
And that's how this painting happened.
Yes.
Well, we've sprayed the painting in luminol.
Whose blood is that?
It's his blood.
That's Nils Hagen's blood?
He'd draw it over days
and watch me paint.
Look, I know that he might be a dream for a shrink,
but that wasn't my job.
I wanted out.
Some people...
They're just unfathomable, you know?
It's weird, that, in the corner.
Is there something under the paint?
Where, Esquivel?
Five stars.
Right here.
Huh.
Eva, did you do this?
No. Those aren't mine.
He could have added them. Anyone could have.
Do you think Eddie knows you're not Mexican?
- No, I don't think he cares. - Mm.
Krendler's sending me to my shrink
to atone for breaking his stupid nose.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Yeah, they don't like it when we lash out.
I think it scares them.
But sometimes, it's... it's right there, you know?
The rage.
Right under the surface.
I saw a lot of crap in my service days. It's...
It's been a lot of work for me to...
keep the monster at bay.
Do you mean last night?
That was your monster?
Sort of.
Yeah.
But you were defending me.
I can defend you without hurting myself.
Jesse says
that if I keep hurting myself,
I can't help anyone else.
Hey, thank you.
For defending me.
Well, I hate how he talked to you.
You know, hate...
it's a lot to carry.
Esquivel.
Sometimes, I don't think I can hack it here.
To strike another officer is extreme.
You must have already been at a high emotional pitch
when you arrived at the scene.
Were you?
Still all the anger around the past?
Maybe memories of your father?
Something like that.
In his notes, your past therapist
was concerned about suppressed rage.
I need to know what I'm missing. What about hypnosis?
I want to. Maybe I can find it.
Your anger is not in the past. It's in the present.
You already know the truth.
Getting the memory from me will make it feel less real,
make it hurt less.
You know, the people I study.
At the end of the day, they're all just looking
for a way to feel powerful.
You think I want power over you?
I think anyone who dissects other people craves power, yes.
You think that about yourself?
You use your hand to cover your arm.
There are burn marks.
Go on.
I know you did not grow up in this neighborhood.
I hear your accent. Suburban.
You learned your English
by hearing native speakers in the home...
and affluent ones, at that.
And I'm guessing that scar travels all the way up your arm.
I'm guessing you have burn marks covering your body.
You didn't return to Chinatown to serve your community.
This is where you search for the thing that was lost.
This is where you cope with why you were even alive.
You want to finish?
I'm finished.
I just have one question.
Why are you trying to sabotage
your chances of going back to work today?
And I'm not saying that
because you just lashed out at me.
I can take that.
We've talked about how your job
triggers the emotions of a past trauma.
I see how your experience with Buffalo Bill
has brought a deeper hurt with your father to the surface.
But the question is,
how will you live without feeling like
everything you do is built on it?
Because it is not.
But it seems like you're asking me
to supply a memory that you already have,
and you want me to force you
to stop going to a job that traumatizes you.
And both of those things need to come from you.
I fought for my job.
I love my job.
Do you?
You are not its prisoner.
You are not in its well.
You can decide yourself not to go back to work today.
But forcing yourself to go when you're traumatized...
Well, that's just turning rage on yourself.
Starling.
Sir.
Li wouldn't sign my slip.
Mm, damnit. I'm gonna call her.
We need you today.
What's this?
I think Dr. Li agrees with the Bureau.
About my fitness.
She didn't say anything to me.
The day I got into Quantico was the best day of my life.
It is all I ever wanted.
I was on the path.
And then something...
... changed me, and now I'm just...
I can't do my job.
I am seeing red.
We all do sometimes.
No, all the time.
Like a monster, and it won't let me be.
I can't be who I'm supposed to be.
I can't be the agent I am supposed to be,
and that is killing me.
- That is... - Starling.
This job gets to all of us.
I had to leave for a time to get sober.
You need to take a minute.
Go for a run. Clear your head.
Do not quit.
You're a decent man, sir, and a good father.
I know being a father is important to you.
And...
Well, I'm grateful to have gotten some time in your unit.
I haven't had something like this in a...
... a long...
... long while.
But if I stay, it'll kill me.
Agent Starling?
Rebecca?
Where have you been? After you disappeared, we...
I never left.
Not really.
I couldn't with those women still twisting in the wind.
When I saw Nils Hagen in handcuffs,
I knew that I had to step up.
It's not my case anymore.
What?
Go inside.
Tell anyone on ViCAP. They can help you.
You can trust them.
I trust you. You were there with me.
I'm sorry, Rebecca,
ma'am, but it is not my case anymore.
If you change your mind.
- "Whose stories are worth telling?" - _
You don't just close the book, Agent Starling.
I see you're redecorating.
Well, you learn to live with the absurdities.
What's up?
Why do you need me?
W-Well, y-you're smarter than us.
It's painted in blood.
Nils Hagen's blood.
That's confirmed?
Yeah. We need DNA samples.
Just when I think there's hope for our species.
Where's Clarice?
Why are you trying to sabotage
your chances of going back?
You're asking me
to supply a memory that you already have.
Your daddy's a coward.
You are not its prisoner.
You are not in its well.
You already know the truth.
A memory that you already have.
Stop!
You're my good little deputy.
A memory that you already...
Hey.
You know what you need to do, right?
You're my good little deputy.
Your daddy's a coward.
Your daddy's a thief.
You think I won't do nothing in front of your own little girl?!
I should kill you for sending her
and put her out of her misery
for having to carry you her whole life!
Whole life! Whole life! Whole life!
You're my good little deputy.
What matters is how you're going to live
without feeling that everything you do is built on it.
Because it's not.
First, I never want to see anything like this
ever again.
What'd you find?
The sample from the painting, it was fetal.
Fetal tissue.
There's tissue
from five separate fetuses on Ms. Gallows' painting.
Three female, two male.
They all had different mothers,
none of whom are in the Bu system,
but they all had the same father...
Nils Hagen.
Wha... How could he possibly...
Probably miscarriages.
None were viable.
They all had severe abnormalities.
None of them would have even survived to term.
I also tested Karolina Savich's baby.
- That's the suicide? - Yeah, that's right.
Hudlin mentioned it before he died.
That baby also had developmental issues.
Hell of a coincidence.
Nils Hagen was the father.
To all of these children.
Hagen's impregnating women.
- Why? - Who cares why?
Myth? Immortality?
I'm saying right now, I'm sick of men
and what they leave behind.
I'm sick of it.
How many women can you forcibly impregnate and...
miscarry for you?
Even for a multi-millionaire,
how does someone not notice?
For God's sake.
Not if your kid is bringing over fresh women
specifically from war-torn countries.
Ty said it himself... half the women he brought over
don't have a home to go back to.
Receipts from the travel agency that books travel for GHH.
The men get a ticket to come over and go back.
- But the women... - Young women under 30.
They're going one way.
Conway's been trafficking women for his father.
That bastard's more dangerous than his old man.
Hello?
Agent Starling, it's Ty.
Ty, what are you doing here?
Can I come up? I need to talk to you.
My father. Please.
He knew.
I can't live with this.
Please.
I need you.
I need to...
I need to help you.
Come on up.
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