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- ...fucking get out. - Oh, shit! God damn it!

Fucking-- Billie!

God damn it! Billie!

Billie!

Get up! God damn it, get the fuck up--

What-- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! No! No! No way! No!

What the fuck!

Dear Jesus, no! Oh, my God, oh, my God!

What in the heaven-- in the fuck is this?

Conrad say sorry it took so long.

Man, your shit is not the only shit he's working on.

Well, play it.

Just this little button here...

...that says "play."

Hello, Detective Brady. -

Did you miss me?

I realize you can't respond honestly.

But I know that my hiatus left you with a void.

A void you could not fill.

I was your focus, wasn't I?

And then I went away and you had nothing.

I believe, for both of us,

the notorious Finster is back.

Ma'am, you need to leave now.

Not yet, not yet!

- Grab her. - What are you doing?

- No! - Stop fighting!

- Please, no! - Billie Miles was

a drugged up whore wasting space.

- No! God damn! No! No! - Ma'am-- ma'am, you don't need to fight us.

No! My girl!

- No, my girl! - Stop resisting.

So I simply helped her to end her misery

and brought her her ultimate peace. - God damn it!

Let go of me! God damn it! Billie!

No!

Read your book.

Really?

I hope that it helped.

Not really.

Sorry.

Why you think he stopped killing before?

I don't know. A lot of people thought he was arrested

- for something else. - You didn't think that, did you?

No, I didn't.

Is that why you're writing about him again?

I like to think that I'm writing more about his victims.

Yeah.

He's worse this time, isn't he?

I don't know how one murder can be worse than another.

It is when it's your daughter.

Right. You're right.

I missed a call from her that night.

I didn't miss it.

I ignored it.

Just figured she was wasted. She's always wasted.

Hate talking to her when she's like that.

Words mean nothing.

Now...

I think that she had something important to tell me.

Or she needed a ride.

Maybe this would've never happened.

There's no way of knowing that.

It's unbearable.

The hell did she go through with that monster?

It's all I think about.

I can't sleep.

I don't understand any of it.

I just want them to find him.

I promise you that they are doing

- everything that they can. - No.

No, not the fucking cops!

I'm not talking about the cops, I'm talking about

some other fucker finding him first!

And everything he did to my girl,

I want done to that piece of shit.

I want him to feel the same pain,

same fear.

All of it.

And then I want his fucking head blown off!

Put that in your book.

Looks smaller than before.

- There she is. - Hey.

- How was the nap? - Why'd you let me sleep so long?

- You needed it. - No, I slept too much.

I should be helping you with dinner. -

Actually, you can. You mind watching this for a minute?

I need to run to town. I forgot the stupid noodles.

Oh, I can just go.

I mean, you just woke up.

I actually feel like getting out.

Or we can both go.

No, that's silly. I can just go.

You think I'm gonna stop and get something.

No, that's not it.

- I can't believe this. - I said that's not it.

Egg noodles if they have 'em.

Oh, my God!

What are you doing?

I just wanna apologize for taking your spot before.

I didn't see you waiting there. - Get out of my car.

Get out! What are you doing? Get out of my car!

- I'm trying to apologize. - What are you doing?

- Apologizing-- - Get out of my car!

You're, uh...

...you're not from around here, are you? - Get out of my car!

Okay.

Okay.

I'm sure, uh, we'll be seeing each other around.

You really should keep your doors locked.

Bit dangerous world out here.

Get out of my car, now.

- He got in your car? - Yes, it was terrifying.

Okay, let's go. I want you to show me this bastard.

No, that's not what I want, just leave it alone.

Hell, no! I'm not gonna let this son of a bitch

- get away. - Please, Roger, just leave it alone.

All right, fine.

I still want to find out who this guy is.

I don't think that's gonna be hard to figure out.

Hmm. Maybe you can ask around at your meeting tomorrow.

God grant me the serenity to stop beating myself up

for not doing things perfectly,

the courage to forgive myself

because I am working on doing better

and the wisdom to know that you already love me

just the way I am.

Okay.

I have a couple of things

I wanted to go over real quick.

Okay, everyone, quiet down.

I see that we don't have everyone signed up.

to bring something for Saturday's potluck.

I don't see Greg's name.

I don't see Chuck's name.

There's a bunch of you missing.

This isn't a soup kitchen, folks.

I'll leave this out and I want everyone

to put their name down for something

before we leave here tonight.

Frank!

Eyes over here.

Sorry, Miss Ava.

We were just talking about how pretty you look tonight.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, folks, let's get it together.

We've had a couple of good weeks,

let's keep it going.

Especially since, in case you haven't noticed,

we have a new face here tonight.

Oh, we noticed.

Welcome to our home away from home.

As you can see, we're kind of an informal group.

So, we just ask that you say a few words,

you don't have to deep dive unless you want to.

Sure.

Hi.

I'm Annie Sullivan

and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Annie.

Well, my story is not so unique.

I just moved here from the city,

me and my husband.

We were looking for a quieter place

to refocus ourselves and...

...this looked like a good fit.

I've been sober for 42 days.

Yay!

That's wonderful, Annie.

Sounds like you're heading in the right direction.

Hopefully, we can be here to help you on this journey.

Yeah.

But I, um, I do struggle.

I struggle every day with the urge.

I thought that it was gonna get easier after a month,

but it hasn't, at least not yet.

But, um,

I'm hopeful.

No, I'm, I'm, I'm confident

that moving here, things are gonna change.

Okay. Thank you, Annie.

Hey!

Hold up there, pretty lady. Don't run off.

Hey, I just wanna say it's really nice having you in the group tonight.

Hope we didn't scare you off.

No, it was interesting.

Look, since you're new to town, if you need to know anything,

where to go, where not to go, I'm your guy.

Okay, I'll keep that in mind.

And I just so happen to be a really good host.

Frank.

- What are you doing? Mm. - Just talking to our new friend here.

- Just talking? - Yep.

Offering my services.

Didn't you hear she's married, Frank?

She didn't say happily.

Come on, ladies, it's a joke. Lighten up.

Don't you have to get home to your mother, Frank?

Doesn't she freak out when you're late?

Yes, I do take care of my invalid mother,

and yes, she does worry about me when I'm late.

Thank you, Reyna.

Mm-hmm.

Ladies.

Sorry about him.

He's harmless, don't let him scare you away.

Uh, I'm Reyna.

- Annie. Thanks for that. - Of course.

Um, I really connected

with what you said in there tonight.

I was all over the place, you know?

No. I know the struggle.

I mean, I guess, technically, we all do,

but I, uh,

could really hear it in your voice.

I, uh, I was clean for 62 days.

That's great, really.

Yeah, "was." I'm...

...back to two.

Oh. That's-- well, uh, I guess I'll see you on Saturday. - Uh, yeah, sorry.

Um, could I get a ride to my house?

Um, okay, sure. Where do you live?

Oh, I'm in your direction. Yeah.

You guys bought the Owens house, right?

Yeah, I'm just up the hill.

- Hey. - Hey, babe.

I'm heading out.

You're back Wednesday, right?

Yeah, should be. If everything goes well.

How do I look?

Snazzy.

Oh, good one.

I'll take it.

Enjoy your fortress of solitude.

- Call me if you get bored. - Actually, I'm heading out later to meet Brady.

Oh, yeah? Anything new?

Not really, just exchanging information.

I'll be glad when you're done with that damn book.

Roger, please.

Sorry.

Enjoy your meeting.

Savage.

Just plain savage.

After 20 fucking years.

I still can't figure out how someone can do this

to another human being.

Better yet, how does a person do it

time after time and leave nothing behind?

No trace, no DNA,

no witnesses, no fucking shit.

He's the perfect killer.

Nobody is perfect.

Can I hear the message?

Oh, yeah.

That's yours. I had them burn you a copy.

I remember when you wouldn't even confirm you received a message.

Yeah, well, I remember when you were a bratty know-it-all

just trying to make us look bad. - You didn't need my help.

Anything new here?

No. Same MO.

He knows who they are, where they came from,

who they're fucking with or not fucking.

We know shit.

Oh, I interviewed Billie's mom. Very intense. I made you a copy.

Jesus, what the hell is this?

It's a flash drive, just plug it into your computer.

I hate this shit.

Well, thanks for the ride.

Sure.

You sure you don't want one?

I can't believe you.

What?

I really was just going in there to get tampons.

These were an impulse buy! - Right.

Stopping on the way home from AA to get alcohol.

That's just freaking beautiful.

Actually, do you mind if I drink a couple before I go in?

Helps me deal with the roommates.

Sure, why not?

Do you need something to chase that with?

Oh, okay. I guess not.

- Oh, Jimmy fucking crickets! - Right.

Whoo!

Sorry. Is this hard for you?

No, not at all.

You're awesome.

To the head!

You don't mess around, do you?

Oh!

Oh!

So you're still coming to see my horses this weekend, right?

Do you think you're gonna be up to that?

Oh, please!

This is a tiny relapse.

- I'll be back on it tomorrow. - No, I'm serious.

I told you I'm already nervous, I've never been riding before.

I promise.

I promise I will be completely clean.

Hand to God.

I, I don't know.

You're gonna be fine. Yeah, you're gonna be fine.

Okay, all right.

Stop calling!

Hello, Detective Brady.

There's been a little

horrible, albeit inevitable tragedy.

I'm relieved to inform you that Sonja Johnson

is no longer struggling with the consequences

of her double life.

In one...

...a good mother, a good wife.

In the other, she chose to walk with the devil.

- 'Sup, Cleo? - Man, who the fuck's this?

What the fuck?

Now the world knows who she really was...

- Oh, my God! - ...a lying whore.

That was awesome!

I told you.

Good boy, Ringo. Good boy!

- He really seems to like you. - Really? You think so?

- Uh, how do you know? - Well, for one thing,

you're still on the saddle, so... - What?

Wait, I, I thought you said that he was a good horse.

And he is! He's a great horse...

...if he likes you.

And if he doesn't?

But he does.

Reyna!

Look, I wouldn't have put you on him

if I thought he wouldn't be good with you, okay?

Great, now I'm freaking out again.

Oh, my God. Look,

I shouldn't have said anything, okay?

You're fine. He mostly just hates men, so--

I don't like to be tested, Reyna.

He was abused, Annie.

Oh, my God! Really?

Yeah, I rescued him from his previous owner.

Just a complete asshole.

I mean, what kind of a monster

abuses a beautiful animal like that?

Does he live here?

Unfortunately.

So then, he goes to prison for attempted kidnapping.

He tried to take a girl right over in Rockhill.

I mean, she escaped and they nailed him, like, right away.

But they let him out after only five years. I mean, how stupid is that?

He should've never seen the light of day again.

Uh-- he gets life if he's successful at kidnapping her.

But because he fucks it up, he gets out?

I mean, tell me how that makes any sense.

Did you grow up with him?

I knew him, he's a little bit older.

He's kinda like your typical girl-chasing, beer-drinking douchebag.

But his parents had money, so he thought he was something special.

I thought he was an ass even back then.

It's a big jump from being an ass

to kidnapping women and abusing animals.

Yeah, I know, right.

So he went to the army after high school

and the rumor is, is that he shot

some local villager in Afghanistan.

Should've been court-martialed.

Instead, he gets a dishonorable discharge

and slips through the cracks again.

He just comes back here and is just being

a hateful prick to everybody.

Uh, let me get this straight. So, she, she put you on a wild animal and d--

didn't even tell you about it? Just stuck you up there? - You're missing the point.

Ringo was abused by the same guy that-- - No, I'm not missing

the point, Annie. This guy's a prick

and I'm not at all surprised that he's been to prison.

It's the number one reason to avoid him at all cost.

And I'mma be honest, I don't like this girl you're hanging out with either.

- She's wild and crazy. - No she's not, she's really not.

She made you stop for alcohol after an AA meeting.

You said so yourself, that's messed up.

Well, I, I know, but she is struggling.

I'm struggling. We're all struggling.

Annie...

...just do it for me.

- Stop seeing her, please. - I can't.

- Why not? - Because I'm kind of her ride.

I thought you said she's 28 years old. -

Doesn't she have a vehicle or some--

It's Sam. I gotta take this.

Hey, Sam, give me a second.

- What's up? - Did you see the news?

Carlock was caught and jailed at exactly the same time period

that Finster stopped killing. Exactly.

He was arrested July 23rd, 2010,

just two months after the Jordan Reeves murder.

And he was released August 23rd, 2014,

just two months before the Emma Harrison murder.

- Okay. - Yeah. And then,

h-- he was dishonorably discharged from the Army in 2002.

Finster's first murder was in 2003.

He lives in a nearby town to all the murderers,

he's violent, he abuses animals, he's a loner.

You know, we actually talked to this Carlock character back in 2010.

I mean, not me personally, but someone on the task force.

There just wasn't anything else tying him to any of the victims.

But that doesn't mean it's not possible, right?

Yeah, of course, but he didn't come back on our radar after his release.

But what about now, with all this information?

You really think there's something here, don't you?

I do.

You know how many two-bit sex offenders

are dotting our hillsides?

I do.

But you think this little prick is special.

I really do.

Okay.

We'll check him out.

Welcome to my humble abode.

Well, the roommate's humble abode.

- It's nice. - Yeah, sorry about the smell.

We had a little rat problem and had to put out some poison.

Killed the rat, now I just can't find the body.

Okay, well, I think I know where the body is.

but now I just can't get to it without digging a hole through the wall.

- You okay, honey? - What?

Uh, you know, you just haven't really seemed yourself.

- You've been really quiet. - Oh.

Yeah, sorry. Just got some stuff going on at work.

Well, if you need to talk, I'm right here. And believe it or not,

I'm actually a pretty good listener.

Go ahead, you know, make yourself at home.

So...

...where were we?

Well, I was just wondering if you knew of anything else with Carlock's past.

You know, like, any other violence

or did he have fascination with unusual weapons?

Like a garrot?

You think he's Finster, don't you?

- How did you-- - Oh, come on girl, I googled you.

Oh, okay, yeah. I think that there's a possibility.

I know, I know. What are the odds? But--

- What does your husband think? - Roger?

I mean, he trusts me, but I don't think he believes it's really him.

Are you guys good or--

Yeah, no. Why do you even ask that?

I don't know, I mean, nothing, you're jus--

you're in AA. I wasn't sure if-- - Yeah, no, no, no.

I mean, if anything, he's my rock... - Yeah.

...and he keeps me sane.

Well, I know he doesn't like me.

He hasn't even met you yet.

And I'm working on him. Just give me some time.

That stuff doesn't help.

Mm. That went fast.

Well, I don't really have anything else on Carlock.

But... my mom still talks to his mom.

I mean, maybe if she's in a good mood, I could get her

to tell me something.

I would love that.

I'd love to speak with her myself

if that's possible.

Sure you're good?

You wanna get your head out of that piece of shit

so we can get this over with?

Yeah.

You know, I'm just getting more background, Sarge.

I gave you his background.

Yes. Yes, no, you said he was...

...a bad guy.

He is.

The rest is just noise.

All right. Let's roll!

Starting to think this guy doesn't like visitors.

We are in the city no more, rook.

These people don't like us, trust us. Be ready.

I was born ready.

Just check around back, will you?

Police!

Police!

Damn!

- Anything? - Those dogs, damn dogs, just scared the hell out of me.

I did see a back door open, though. -

I swear I heard the fucking key. -

Detective Brady, Detective Price.

You're wasting your time coming out here, boss.

I don't talk to cops.

Speak to my lawyer.

Enjoy the ride back.

Fuck.

Fuck.

♪ Oh, country road ♪

- ♪ Mm, mm ♪ - ♪ There's nowhere I want to go home ♪

♪ My mama is scared that I wanted to roam ♪-

♪ Oh, country road, oh-- ♪

Yeah, country road. ♪ Oh, country road ♪ -

Is that the words?

- Hey, you can really sing. - Mm, shut up.

No, I'm serious, you can really sing.

Oh, God. No, I told you I can't take compliments--

I know, I know, but you should, you shou--

hey, you should sing around here.

- No, I don't think so. - No.

Mm, I don't like, I don't like-- - No, no, no, no! But--

- I don't like these people. - I, I don't care,

it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Here's what you should do, okay?

- Okay. - You should get a band

and sing around here. I mean, you're pretty,

- you can sing, can you act? - Uh--

What was that?

I don't care what anybody around here thinks of me, okay?

I don't want, I don't want to sing to these people.

Well, come on. Come on. Come on. I know, I know what you can do.

- You can go to Nashville... - What? Okay, tell me.

- ...or you can go to Hollywood. - Mm-hmm.

Nashville. Really? That's what Nashville needs.

An alcoholic 30-year-old... singer.

Well, you'd be outta here, right?

You're forgetting about one very important thing.

Money?

Okay, yeah. Uh, so, uh, so, that too.

But uh, right, my horses.

Oh, yeah, right, that's kind of important.

- Yeah. - Yeah, that is kind of a problem.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Uh, okay, okay, here's,

- here's a wild idea. I know. - Mm.

Ideas, yeah. Go ahead.

You could get a job.

- I have a job. - No, no, no.

- Taking care of my horses. - That's not a job.

- Oh-- i-- - I mean, a real job. A job that pays you something.

- Mm. Yeah, I tried that. - A real job.

- I didn't like it. - I'm serious, Reyna.

Oh, my God, Annie, I know what my problem is.

I need to stop drinking so I can get a job

and, like, get some money and get a life.

But because I'm so fucking miserable here,

I drink!

I drink. I drink.

So, therefore what?

I'm stuck here.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... - It's okay. It's okay.

...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no-- - It's okay.

Stop! What are you doing?

- Stop it! - You're funny--

Jesus, Roger! You have to be quiet. - Tell him Rina says "Hi."

- Stop it. - Okay, I'll be good, I'll be good.

- Okay. - H-- hey, baby.

Hi, darling. What're you doing? -

Just working.

I, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No. Not at all.

Yeah? Uh, how's that going?

Good! You know, just, uh, putting stuff together.

What did Brady think about your idea with Carlock?

Oh, he thinks I'm crazy, but, you know,

he's gonna put some stuff together for me.

I know, it's, like, it's-- it's a one in a million shot, right?

Hey, if, if you feel good about it, I feel good about it.

- How's work going? - It's good.

I should be out of here on time.

Great. I love you.

Mm-hmm. I love you too, babe.

- That's my girl. - It's great.

You don't like it when I'm gone, do you?

No.

All right, I've gotta run. Good night, babe.

Good night. Bye.

"I'll see you soon, okay? I love you."

Shut up! You're such a jerk. -

Your husband, you see him, like, a thousand times.

That you love so much--

Here. Yeah. There you go. There you go. You're good.

- Hey, Sam. - There you are.

I've been trying to reach you all day.

Sorry, I, I couldn't find my phone.

- What? The last two weeks? - What are you talking about?

I mean, you call every other day for two months

- and then all of a sudden-- - I'm sorry,

I've just been a little bit busy. - Busy?

What the hell do you think this is, little lady?

- Okay, I said I'm sorry, Sam. - Fine. All right.

You're busy. So, on my free time,

I found this Mandy girl you were looking for.

Really? Y-- you found her?

Yeah, I found her.

- That's awesome, Sam. - She's Mandy Foster now.

Married, living over in Shortpole.

Um, can you just text me her number and address?

Jesus Christ, Annie. Just--

- grab a fucking pen, will you? - Okay, just hold on a second.

All right, I'm ready.

Uh, Sam, I'll call you right back.

Greetings, my lady!

Wow! You're home early!

No, I'm right on time. And you're not ready.

Ready?

Oh, so-- sorry, I--

I know I said not to be in a rush.

Uh--

I was gonna wait until after dinner, but...

...thought you might wanna open it now, hmm?

Wha-- what?

Why?

Oh, G-- oh, God. I-- it's our anniversary?

No--

Next Wednesday is the 17th, right? - No, baby.

Baby, today is the 17th.

Oh, God, I can't believe this.

It's all right, it's not a problem. - I'm, I'm sorry, Roger. I just--

the days are getting all jumbled and I'm stuck inside writing all day, I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

Mm. I missed you.

Babe, wait a second.

You have to swear on my life to answer me honestly.

- What are you talking about? - Just swear to me.

Okay, sure, of course.

- Have, have you been drinking? - Drinking? God, no.

- Why are you-- why would you-- - You swore on my life.

No! God, no. Why, why are you even asking that?

- Just smelled something. - I don't know what you smell, okay?

I, I just ate, I brushed, I'm not--

Honey, okay, relax. I trust you.

Mm, otherwise I'd be dead, right?

I haven't been drinking, Roger.

All right. Okay.

That's how I trust you.

Oh, man, so you forgot your fucking anniversary.

Yes, I'm a horrible person.

- Oh, come on. Stop it. - A horrible wife.

I'm serious. This is the wake up call that I needed.

Stop! Annie! You're being too hard on yourself, all right, girl?

- Shit happens. - No. I've gotta stop drinking.

Oh, yeah, me too.

No, I'm serious. This is my last night.

It has to be.

Okay.

Then this will be our last night.

- To our last night. - No, Reyna.

Now come on, I told you.

We're in this together.

Oh, um, I forgot to tell you, I found Mandy Giblin.

- That name sounds so familiar. - Yeah, it should.

The girl!

The girl that Carlock tried to kidnap. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Oh, Mandy Giblin, fuck! - Yeah, she's married now.

And she's okay with being interviewed after all this time?

Well, she wasn't at first, but after I convinced her

about the possible link to Finster, she was all in.

Dude. Well, this should be interesting.

- You need an assistant? - No, it's usually easier on them one-on-one.

Yeah. I get it. Good luck.

Oh, speaking of, um, any luck with your mom?

Mm.

Yeah, a bit.

In fact, we're supposed to go get lunch tomorrow.

I told her I was thinking about going back to school

and that got her all excited.

You're gonna go back to school?

No.

- Oh, Jesus! - Peekaboo. I see you.

Here to drink.

Well, well, well.

I guess I didn't get the memo that our meetings are here now.

- Hi, Frank. - We would appreciate it

if this didn't get back to the group.

You no speaky, me no speaky.

- Uh-- - What are we speaking about anyhow?

Actually, we're kind of in the middle of something here, okay?

Oh, come on.

Just one drink with our new friend here.

Maybe another time.

No, I think this is the perfect time. - Oh, my God! Frank,

will you please just leave us the fuck alone?

You know, you're starting to piss me off.

She is starting to piss me off.

Frank, this is actually a private conversation.

Maybe another time. All right?

All right.

- Well, fuck you all. - Oh.

- Yeah, great. - Cool.

- Cool. - See you on Saturday, Frank.

- Whatever. - Such an asshole.

I haven't been back here since.

Never thought I would.

Thank you for doing this.

This is it.

This is where it all happened.

Did you come here often?

Oh, yeah, all the time.

I came here to get high.

All sorts of shit.

I, uh, got into a fight with my boyfriend.

He accused me of taking his drugs,

which I did.

And as usual, I got angry and stormed off

and ended up here.

It was weird, I didn't hear or see anything.

All I remember is just feeling

him breathing on the back of my neck.

And the knife to my throat.

Violence wasn't new to me.

I've been beaten,

raped.

This was--

this was so different.

He was different.

This is real evil.

You thought he was gonna rape you?

Yeah, sure, and probably kill me.

It's weird, I just had this feeling

that he just wanted to see me suffer.

Do you remember what he said to you?

He said I was worthless,

that I didn't deserved to be alive,

and that I'm lucky that he came...

and crossed my path so he could end my misery.

That's horrible.

And at the time...

...at the time, I thought he was right, because I was...

...pathetic.

I would do anything to get my fix.

I didn't like me.

Look at you now.

Look at me now.

I think you're an inspiration.

Thank you.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Nicky, stop.

Mama! Mama!

Open the door! Open the door, please!

Nicky, quiet! I'll be out in a minute.

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Listen to me--

Nicky, shut up!

Mama! Mom!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Nicky, stop it!

I'll be out.

Hello, Detective Brady.

I wish to report a run-in with another young lady.

Katie Lamar was living a difficult life. -

- ...for ten minutes already. - Already the mother

of four illegitimate children, two already removed

for her lack of parental skills.

Where is your lazy, no good, Mama?

She was devastated

with the news of another unwanted pregnancy.

This news left her desperately inconsolable,

literally on the edge.

Katie!

So I simply helped her step off of that edge.

Katie? Oh!

The world sees me as a monster.

But I wonder if you feel the same.

I believe, deep down, you relate to my struggle.

Yes, my methods are harsh and brutal.

But I'm confident that you understand

the disease that I'm fighting against.

The unfit, the undesirables.

I imagine that you've had your own fantasies

of simply stopping the cycle

with a simple bullet to the brain.

But you are constrained by the societal norms of the weak.

Luckily, those two don't apply to me,

the notorious Finster.

Jesus! What the heck are you doing here?

Uh, waiting for you for, like, an hour.

You really shouldn't be here. Roger's coming home today.

It's kind of important.

I need you to give me a ride into the city to drop this off.

It's not a good time, Reyna.

There's been another murder.

You haven't asked me who this is for.

Your mother is such a sweet lady.

She remembered! These are my favorite.

Yeah, very sweet.

Um, and she told me you're up here looking at universities.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, I think that's great.

I knew you'd figure it out eventually.

You're gonna make your mom very proud.

Yeah, well, I just wanna make her proud.

- And I'm sorry, Annie? Is it? - Yes.

And are you up looking at universities as well?

No, I'm just Reyna's ride today. -

Oh, that's so kind of you to drive her

all the way up here.

Actually, I wanted to come.

Uh, Reyna mentioned who you were and I thought

maybe it would give us a chance to speak.

Speak?

I don't understand.

Well, I hope that this doesn't come off as much of a surprise,

but I was wondering if I could talk to you about your son Vincent.

What about my son?

Well, I know that he was involved

with a pretty serious incident a few years ago

and I thought that maybe it would give us a chance

to talk about that.

That was so long ago. There is nothing else to say.

I understand, but I was hoping maybe you can just give me

a better understanding. Maybe he--

Oh! I'm sorry.

I have to get that.

She didn't seem too happy about that, did she?

She's probably calling my mom right now.

I think it's time for you two ladies to leave.

Please, Mrs. Carlock, People are dying

and your son may know something about it.

I am not asking again.

This is what we call...

a relapse.

Mm.

We'll be good. Starting tomorrow.

Promise.

I'm sorry I put you in the middle of this. - No.

I put myself in the middle of this, remember?

Besides, it's... probably a blessing.

Every girl wants a relationship with her mom but,

at some point, you just have to realize when something just doesn't fit.

Police have not provided any additional information.

The victim, Katie Lamar, a mother of four young children,

is being mourned tonight with a candlelight vigil

by her family, friends,

and the local community of West Andale.

Our Brian Shaw is reporting live from the ceremony

that just finished up and had a chance to speak with Katie's sister.

- Brian? - Thanks, Debra.

Well, tonight was not only a time for healing,

but a time for reflection of a young...

Well, well, our pretty little comrades in arms.

I heard you went on a little adventure.

Oh, yeah, talking to your mom is an adventure.

I was just asking her some questions.

You wanna fuck with me? Fine. You got the cops knocking at my door.

You can ask any one of these morons anything you want.

You start messing with my family, that's when this shit gets real.

What are you so afraid of, Carlock? - I'm not worried about you,

you're a worthless piece of shit. - Jus-- okay, just leave her

out of it. I'm just doing my work. -

But you, Little Miss Writer, let me give you a little advice.

You fuck with someone's family, they will fuck you back.

- Do you understand? - Did Mandy's family fuck you back?

- No one's talking to you, cunt. - Listen, I'm just doing my job!

Well, if your job is bullshit and you're wading

into my mother's home, then your job is bullshit!

- Leave us alone, Carlock. - What are you so afraid of, huh?

I'm not the one who should be afraid.

Oh, yeah, big fucking man over here.

- Threatening two women alone-- - I said shut the fuck up!

You shut the fuck up!

Listen to me. This is a big country.

- People go missing every day. - Leave us alone,

- Carlock. - I promise this much, I smell in the air shit is brewing

- and you'll regret the moment-- - I said get the s-- fuck away from her!

Fuck!

You want--

- Stop it! - The only difference is

no one will give a shit if you disappear. -

Get off of her! Get off of her! - Hey! Get your hands off of her!

Hey, get your hands off of her, man. - Get off of her! Get o--

Get off her, man!

Get out of here, man.

Cool it, man. What are you doing? -

Check your fucking cameras!

- Bitch threw a drink in my face. - Fuck you!

Fuck you, you fucking psycho!

Call the cops!

How long have you been drinking again?

The truth, this time.

For the love of God, the truth!

Two, maybe three weeks.

It's because of her, isn't it?

I told you. No, I, I b-- I begged you

not to hang out with her.

No. It's not just her.

Then what? Are you not happy here?

Are you not happy with me?

You know that's not it.

Then what is it?

I'm tired, Annie!

I'm tired of trying to help you, and everything I do,

it's like it, it doesn't matter.

It... matters more than you know.

Does it really? Because I'm not seeing it.

You're not to hang out with her again. Do you understand?

And you are not to play detective again.

Do you understand?

You're a writer, a damn good writer,

but you're not a cop!

You do your job and let them do theirs.

Annie!

Annie!

Annie.

Oh, fuck.

Help me, Annie!

Annie!

Annie!

Hey!

Jesus! What are you doing?

- Whoa! - Come here.

What happened to you?

I fell out of a tree.

- Oh, my God! - And I hit, I hit my head.

What were you doing in a tree?

- I climbed it. - Just-- Oh, Jesus! Sit down!

- Careful - Mm-hmm.

Okay, why were you climbing a tree? - I'm sit.

I... I was spying on our little friend.

- Tell me he didn't see you. - No! God, I don't think so.

Annie, what the hell is going on? - Oh, Jesus!

It's like two o'clock in the morning. - Uh--

- The cable man. - Reyna, this is--

- Uh-- - What happened to her?

She fell out of a tree and hit her head.

Let me see. Just--

- Hey-- - Reyna, this is Roger, my husband.

Oh, you hate me.

I don't hate you. She is wasted. - I know.

Okay. Hold still. -

- This doesn't look good. - Why do you hate me so much?

I don't hate you. Hey, hey, did you lose consciousness?

- Mm, for sure. - She needs to go to the hospital.

- I'm gonna call an ambulance. - We-- No, no, no, no, no. I don't have insu--

I don't have insurance. I don't have-- - It's okay, it's okay,

we'll take care of it. It's okay. - No I'm fine!

It's okay.

Let me take care of it. Let me take her.

- Let me take her-- - You have

your conference tomorrow.

Look, this is my problem, let me handle it. - Okay. I'll, I'll,

I'll grab a towel.

- He's mad. - It's okay.

I want you to come stay with me for a couple of days.

No.

I just need to get home.

You have a serious concussion. You need to be around someone.

I said I'm fine.

Apparently, I have an unusually hard head.

Roger is gone, I'll feel a lot better-- - Annie, I'm fine.

My parents are gonna look in on me. I'll be fine.

Plus, I have to get back to my horses.

You put those goddamn horses above everything else.

They're all I've got.

Call me if you need anything.

- And no riding. - Yes, mother.

Shit!

I was just calling you-- - Sam, I think this is--

We hit the jackpot, little lady.

We got DNA, kid.

We got DNA from our little mark, girl.

- Oh, my God. - Son of a bitch got sloppy.

- That's incredible. - Son of a bitch got sloppy!

- How long is it gonna take? - They're running everything right now.

How long is it gonna take, Sam, for them to match it?

Hours. Maybe a day at most.

I'll let you know as soon as I hear something.

- Hey. - Hey, you! Just checking in on you.

I'm good. I could use a little pick-me-up.

- Reyna, please. - I know. I, um, I'll make do.

Plus, they gave me some pretty sweet painkillers.

- So that's helping a bit. - Great, that's all you need.

What the hell am I gonna do with you?

I thought you were through with me.

- Reyna, please don't. - I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

I know that it's my fault and sorry for last night

and sorry I made this your problem.

Listen, you need to stay away from him, okay?

I don't want you to stress anymore, but I think he was following me

when I dropped you off this morning.

No fucking shit!

Yeah, I, I can't say anymore.

I just think things are about to explode,

so you've gotta just stay away.

Wait.

Hold on a second. - Reyna--

That's weird. I thought I heard someone at the door,

- but no one's there. - Rey-- Reyna, God damn it, if you're messing with me--

No, I'm-- in fact, you're freaking the shit out of me. I'm grabbing my gun.

Jesus, what are you doing here-- - Reyna?

Okay, okay, just, just stay right there.

- I'm about to get to you, okay? - God, no!

- Annie! - Reyna?

Reyna? Reyna?

911, what is your emergency?

Send someone to 802 Manford Road!

- Ma'am? - He's killing my friend!

Send someone to 802 Manford Road now!

All right, ma'am, we have someone en route.

Stay on the phone with me.

Reyna!

Fu-- Reyna, where are you?

God damn it! Where are you?

Reyna! Reyna! Reyna!

Holy fucking shit.

- Detective, glad you're here. - Where is she?

She's in the back of the unit over here.

Here. She's a little worked up.

- Where were you? - I got here as soon as I could.

Where were you? Get off of me! Get off of me! - Hey, Annie!

I'm sorry about your friend, Annie. Let her go, let her go!

- No, where were you? - I'm sorry about your friend.

- No! I told you! - Annie!

- I told you and nobody listened! - I know.

Not you, not the police, nobody!

Nobody listened except Reyna and now she's dead!

She's dead, Sam.

She's dead.

He'd cut her head off and put it in the fire for me to see.

I will never be able to unsee that.

Do you know what that means?

Do you know what that's like?

Yeah, I do.

I do.

I'm sorry.

So sorry, kid.

I'm so sorry.

I want you to know something, young lady.

I'm so very sorry for the loss of your friend.

I can't imagine after all this journey you've been on,

it had to end this way for you.

Although I know it matters little right now,

I want you to know from the bottom of my heart,

none of this would've been possible if not for you.

It's because of your focus, your work, your... badgering,

that this is finally over.

You will forever have my respect and admiration, Annie.

Thank you, Detective.

Good night, Detective.

Listen.

I want you to take these tonight

and they'll help you sleep.

But, hey, they're, they're really strong,

so I'm, I'm gonna ask, for your own safety,

you haven't had anything to drink, have you?

Not that you'd be wrong if you did.

No.

Good girl.

I'm just gonna clean up a bit

and I'll take you upstairs, okay?

Hey, babe, uh,

I'm really sorry about Reyna.

I know I was pretty tough on her

and I stand by that, but...

...I don't think she was helping you--

Roger, please, not now.

Yeah, you're right. I, I'm sorry.

You understand I feel helpless. I don't know what to say or do.

There's nothing left to say. It's over.

And Brady was right, though, you did this.

Look, I, I was so caught up in everything else that was going on,

I moved my job and...

...then you started drinking again and...

...I was worried about her influence on you

and all the while, you were closing in on this monster.

And you felt it. You, you felt it from day one

and I should've trusted your intuition and--

And Brady was right. You did this.

And, and you got your man.

You put that rope around his neck.

How did you know that he hung himself?

Brady told me.

Roger, Sam doesn't tell anybody anything

that's not officially released.

Well, he, he told you.

That took five long years, to earn that trust.

Uh, he must have slipped up.

Sam doesn't slip up.

Well, what do you want me to say, Annie?

I-- I'm just trying to understand how you knew he hung himself.

And I'm telling you, someone must have told me.

Uh, maybe when he called me to come pick you up.

I don't know. This, this day hasn't exactly been easy on anyone, babe.

Why did Reyna call you "the cable man"?

What?

When she came over after falling out of the tree,

she called you "the cable man."

I've no idea. Maybe because she was drunk

and she'd just fallen on her fucking head.

No, I, I asked her about it the next morning

and she swears that she saw you

dressed as the cable man, walking towards Carlock's house.

Yeah, maybe she was drunk then.

She wasn't drunk.

- How can you possibly know that? - Because she told me.

Yeah, drunks never lie.

Not to each other.

So what are you trying to say?

You tell me.

You know how Carlock died.

Reyna said she saw you at Carlock's.

I, I just don't understand.

How did you know?

Roger?

How did you know?

Answer me.

Fuck.

Roger!

Carlock wasn't Finster.

What?

No.

No, that's not possible.

No, you're not Roger!

Who are you? Who are you?

No! No! No!

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

Carlock was going to take the fall for everything.

It was going to be okay for us again.

I brought you Carlock, didn't I?

And put him right in your lap.

He's dead because of me.

How can you care about that piece of shit?

- He deserved to die. - And how is that your decision?

I made it my decision, just as I did for all of them.

How many have you killed?

How many, Roger?

How many, Roger? How many have you killed?

How many?

You know them all.

All but one.

How did, how did you do it? How d-- how did you get his DNA on the scene?

Just as you said...

you gave him to me.

I patched into his cable line.

Let's me into his world.

As expected, he was in true shit-zone.

Trolling, hardcore porn,

sending dick pics.

A serious fucking piece of work. Perfect to catfish.

Had him convinced he was going to meet the girl of his dreams.

So while Finster was putting his DNA

at the Lamar girl's place,

he was sitting in his car two blocks away,

waiting for his imaginary whore.

It was almost perfect.

I went back the next day to get my equipment.

That's when Reyna must've seen me.

I didn't realize she was spying for you.

When she called me the cable man,

I knew she had to go.

In case you haven't figured it out, that was me

following you home from the hospital.

What if Reyna had come home with me?

But she didn't.

For what it's worth, I didn't know you'd be on the phone with her.

And I didn't want you to see what did happened to her.

That was not for you to see.

I knew they would be at Carlock's doorstep after they found her.

But I got to him first.

.

Good girl.

Who's the one?

The one I don't know about.

Just a girl.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Who was she, Roger?

He was always there.

He's always been there i-- in my head.

I, I was a child, he was there, always,

making me think about this stuff.

Hurting people.

I remember asking my mom if, if I was normal.

I told her I, I had these bad thoughts.

She told me bad thoughts are the devil.

Don't let the devil win.

So I didn't.

I fought him.

I fought him for years.

In a weird way, my struggle to control him

kept me focused. And before I knew it,

I'd actually made something of myself.

That life wasn't everything I dreamed, but it was good.

For a while...

...I beat the devil.

But then you never really beat the devil now, do you?

It was summertime.

Hot sticky summer,

I-- I don't know why that sticks in my head.

I'd been in what I thought was a good relationship,

only to find that the girl that I thought loved me,

decided I wasn't good enough for her anymore.

But, why her? I, I mean, I've been hurt many times.

Why did she make me weak?

It was the crack he needed. In a matter of days,

I went from, from planning my life with her

to driving the streets endlessly looking for someone.

Something.

Eventually, I found it.

It's this young, innocent girl.

She was carrying a backpack in her arms

like she was coming home from the library or something.

I pulled up next to her and asked her if she'd seen my dog.

And she said...

"What's he look like?"

I didn't even have an answer ready for that.

I just started talking.

She got closer...

...and closer...

...and close enough.

It was like watching someone else inside my body as he attacked her.

He attacked with such anger, such hate.

I could barely keep from turning the knife on myself,

but it was too late, it was done.

I crossed the line of no return.

It was disgusting.

Messy.

No words.

And I, I knew, uh, that I had to have been seen, right? Th--

that they'd be coming for me. So I waited and I waited.

No one came.

No one ever came.

But I knew then it could never be like that again.

I'd allowed him to destroy an innocent young girl

and it nearly killed me.

So I knew if I couldn't control him,

then I had to work with him.

If there was to be a next one,

it would be someone who completely deserved it.

Nobody deserved to die like that.

Oh, a lot of us deserve exactly that and more.

But I made their deaths quick.

I didn't wanna hear 'em scream.

It's only a show.

A show for the whole world to see.

Exactly what the world wants.

A spectacle.

That's all anyone ever listens to.

Blood, death, evil.

So that's what I gave 'em.

But why women?

Why humiliate these women like that?

For everyone, for, for their families to see?

Was it a sexual thing?

God, no!

I was disgusted by the way they lived their lives.

I chose women not because they're weak, but because they're strong.

Men need strong, smart women.

Women are the nurturers, the creators of life.

Men are already simple and stupid,

but these whores, these drug addicts,

these soulless creatures, they're destroying our world.

- But you can't see that! - No.

Because I choose to see the good and the hope.

Even for people who are messed up,

maybe even more for them.

Mm, compassion.

That is a dirty little word.

It blinds us from seeing the truth.

It makes us weak and ineffective.

What about for me, your wife?

What are you gonna do with me?

I'm trying not to be blind.

Hey.

Hey, Annie.

You gotta wake up.

Annie.

Wake up.

Brady's called, like, three times. You gotta call him back.

What should I say?

What would you say?

I would ask what is going on with the investigation,

- with Carlock. - Well, then that's what you say.

Hey.

Be smart.

- There you are. - Hey.

For crying out loud, I was getting worried about you.

I was just about to head over and find out what the hell was going on.

Uh, I'm sorry. Just trying to get through all of this.

Oh, no worries.

Look, they've been asking for you to come down

and do another interview, but I put them off.

I think you've given enough on this whole thing for now.

Yeah, I guess that's good.

It's over, little lady.

Is it really, Sam?

Yeah. I'm really pissed off he took the easy way, though.

Wanted to see the son of a bitch's face

when I was putting the cuffs on him.

I-- it's definitely him, right?

Yes, Annie.

It's him.

We found a ton of stuff in his basement.

Seriously. What are the odds

you moved down the street from the killer himself?

Impossible, right?

As you always said, things happen for a reason.

Take care of yourself, kid.

- I'll be in touch. - I hope so.

You did good.

Did you plan all of this?

Us meeting and getting married.

Because of my book?

No.

Not at all. Uh,

I mean, yeah, I wanted to meet you

because of your book, yeah.

You had written so much about Finster's crimes.

You knew so much, but you, you knew so little.

I, I was intrigued.

I was this close to writing to you as Finster.

But then, by chance, I saw that you were going

to Bernie Richard's New Year's Eve party.

I had no idea we had mutual friends.

I thought it would be interesting

meeting someone who was writing about...

...well, me.

And t-- but then I saw you and we met

and I don't know, uh, something changed.

For a while, uh...

...I had control again.

Finished?

Is that why you stopped killing?

Because of me?

Yes, I stopped killing because of you, Annie.

Why did you start again?

It's because of my drinking, wasn't it?

It just wasn't going to be happily ever after for us.

Roger.

Are you going to kill me?

I don't wanna kill you.

You didn't answer the question.

I'm not sure either of us are ready to hear the answer.

Carlock is Finster, remember?

They all think he was Finster and now Finster is dead.

But now you know about the first one.

Do you still love me?

Promise?

Prove it.

I love you.

Look at me.

Sorry.

Ow!

You were supposed to die in your sleep!

Please don't!

I-- I love you. I love you, Roger.

I'm your wife.

Now we do it his way.

Stop fighting me!

Obviously, Roger was a very disturbed man.

And maybe I don't even really know how disturbed.

Even after our last week together.

But, as strange as it sounds to hear,

I still think that there was someone inside that was good.

And please, don't misunderstand.

I, I'm not trying to make an excuse

for anything he did.

But it's not as easy as saying that he's a monster

and I hate him for what he did.

I hate what he did.

But I wasn't going to hold my son accountable

for his father's actions.

He was clearly living a double life.

Do you feel like you even knew the real Roger?

I don't know.

Maybe we never really know each other.

Maybe everyone is just playing a part

and we never really know the other person.

I hope that that isn't true.

But I can't help but think that that might be

the real lesson through all of this.

At least for me.

You think you know someone...

...until you don't.

♪ Maybe my baby called ♪

♪ Maybe he's changed his mind ♪

♪ I'd better get back inside ♪

♪ Maybe my baby's here ♪

♪ Maybe he's coming down the drive ♪

♪ I'd better get this one back ♪

♪ I'll work it so carefully ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ 'Till he can't live ♪

♪ Without me ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe there's time to turn around ♪ - ♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ Lord knows ♪ - ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Lord knows I would if I could ♪

♪ Shut my mouth ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ - ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Put the bottle down ♪

♪ And behave ♪

♪ Like a good girl should ♪

♪ Maybe he's at the door ♪

♪ Maybe the sun will shine again ♪

♪ Lord knows how dark it's been ♪

♪ I'll work it so carefully ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ 'Till he can't live ♪

♪ Without me ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe there's time to turn around ♪ - ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And behave ♪

♪ Like a good girl... ♪

♪ ...should ♪