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Here.

Put this on right here.

We're all good.

Let me start by asking what made you contact us after refusing

all interview requests before.

Well, let's just say some things changed.

[COUGHS PROFUSELY]

Are you OK?

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

I'm fine.

Let's just do this.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Laid to rest, a Nixon Park man who stood

accused of a vicious crime and took his own life while

in the custody of the Nixon Park South Police,

drawing renewed criticism of the much-maligned precinct.

Cynthia Raven has the report

His name was Henry Boyd, but his friends all called him Hank.

A quirky young man known for his shy

smile and love of rollerblading.

He died six days ago after being arrested

for the murder of Emily Smithko, and held in secret at the Nixon

Park precinct on orders from his brother, Detective David Boyd.

His body was found--

[AUTOMOBILE ENGINE SOUND]

Hi.

Oh, thanks again for the ride.

My car should be ready by Tuesday.

Girl, if I had known you live this close,

I would have told you to walk.

Kidding, kidding.

Ha!

Ooh.

Want one?

Oh, no thanks.

It's good.

I bet.

Linda, can I ask you for a favor?

Sure hon.

What is it?

Well, I know I just started working for you,

and we really hate to do this.

But I found this really great apartment in Menlo Park,

and I think it's a really good deal.

But they need a deposit, and I didn't realize--

You need an advance, don't you?

How much?

$500.

Hm.

That's it?

That's nothing.

You know what?

I'll have Gus bring it when he comes to pick you up.

Really?

Mm-hm.

Aw, Linda, thank you so much!

I really, really, really appreciate this.

You have no idea.

Why?

Are things tough at home?

Oh, I just haven't lived with them.

Or, uh, her, now.

I haven't lived with her for a long time.

And, oh, it's been hard.

But I just think we need our space.

Mm.

Honey, I am so sorry about your daddy.

In the end, I guess it was a relief.

There wasn't much left of him to grieve over.

You were there that day.

You saw Sarah Walsh.

She should not have been in that house.

Because you knew what could happen?

No.

Because I knew what did happen.

And it was happening again.

Are you referring to the missing girls?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Ready?

Yeah, I think so. [INAUDIBLE]

You got it.

Great.

I can do that.

I can [INAUDIBLE].

Ma'am, this is a restricted area.

Is that a cop car?

I don't know.

Ma'am, you can't park here.

This is a restricted area ma'am.

You can't-- Ma'am, do not get out of your car.

All right.

Ma'am, what I'm going to need you to do

is step away from the car and put your hands

where I can see them please.

Calm down, Starsky.

We're just the caterers.

Were you hired by Sgt. Boyd?

No, by his mama.

All right.

Well, she's not here.

Well, that's OK!

If you just point us in the direction of the kitchen,

we'll do the rest.

Get the hatch, Sarah.

OK.

Doors open around the back.

These trays are mighty heavy, I'm just going to go this way.

OK?

Doors open around the back.

Thanks a whole heck of a lot for your help.

Come on, Sara.

Typical Nixon Park PD bullshit.

Things are never going to change.

I think I went to high school with that guy.

You went to high school with him?

I think so.

Can you get that?

Yeah, of course.

I'm sorry you went to high school with him.

[CHUCKLES]

I didn't say he was my best friend.

Oh, I got it.

There you go.

Get in there.

Oh, it's heavy.

Not here honey.

Umm, over by the sink.

OK, sure.

So why would there be a cop here anyway?

I thought this was a baby shower.

[PHONE IS CONTINUALLY RINGING]

No, honey, that's next week.

Today is the Boyd funeral.

You don't know?

Know what?

Dang it.

Gus should have told you, honey.

He's the one-- Come here.

He killed that girl that went missing down in in North Nixon

last year.

It was in all the papers.

So this is for a funeral?

No, honey, will you listen to me?

This is Henry Boyd's home.

He hung himself.

Well, I mean, after he got caught.

How do you not know this?

You know, we've been busy.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, that's fine.

Wait, did you say Henry Boyd?

Do you mean Hank?

Yeah.

He's a little guy in glasses and really skinny?

That's him.

Oh my god.

What?

That's horrible.

I definitely went to high school with him.

He's a weird guy, but I never thought

he'd do anything like that.

Well, yeah, he did.

And now he's burning in hell where he deserves to be.

God rest her little soul.

Oh, crap.

I left the cookies in the car.

Oh.

I'll get 'em.

Thank you, honey.

Yeah, no problem.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Ugh.

Don't they have a machine?

You better get used to that.

As That's going to be happening all day long.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Sarah Walsh.

You don't remember me, do you?

[SARAH IS AT LOSS FOR WORDS]

Are you?

Homeroom.

Senior year.

That's right.

Yeah, totally.

You're-- Yeah.

You're--

R-r-rayyy?

Right.

Right, right.

Ray.

Yeah.

You look amazing.

Yeah.

Oh, seriously?

Well, thank you.

Thanks.

I'm working vice.

Detective, second grade.

I figure.

It's pretty sweet, you know?

What?

Yeah.

Pretty sweet.

Anyway, I guess you heard about Hank, huh?

I just found out.

That's crazy.

It takes all kinds, believe me.

OK.

He cut that girl's head off.

I didn't-- I didn't know that.

Wow.

Let me know if you find it, because we haven't.

Oh.

Seriously.

We haven't found it.

Oh.

I'm kind of kidding.

But-- So where have you been the last 10 years?

Oh, you know, a little bit of every place.

Mainly L.A. I tried the acting thing.

Oh yeah.

Have I seen you in anything

[IN SELF-MOCKING TONE] No. [CHUCKLES] Anyway,

my dad got sick.

So.

Oh.

So now you're back.

[SARCASTICALLY] So now I'm back!

Huh.

Well, listen, you know, when you're done with this,

maybe, uh, go out, get a beer.

Catch up on some old bullshit.

Huh?

That's so sweet.

Thank you.

But I'm just getting back and settled,

and I'm not really dating or anything.

So maybe some other time.

Yeah?

Some other time.

Help goes around the back.

Sorry what?

Help goes around the back.

Oh!

Yeah, I'll try to remember that next time.

Ugh.

You will never believe what that asshole supercop just did.

Linda?

Linda?

Sarah?

Oh my god.

You scared me.

I'm sorry.

Did you see this?

Hard to miss.

Is that where they found her?

Oh, no.

A couple of hunters found the body up in the woods

off Route 78 about a month or so after she went missing.

Wow.

They found most of it, but they're still

looking for her head.

Did you bring in those cookies?

Um.

Yeah.

They're on the table.

Oh, good.

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYS]

How did they catch him?

Would you believe he tried to sell that poor girls necklace

down at the pawn shop at Old Post Road

when there was a flyer behind the register, on the wall,

with the picture of the necklace.

Sick and stupid, just like the rest of his family.

Hank wasn't dumb.

Well, then maybe he didn't want to get caught.

I don't know.

I read on that Twitter thing that the FBI thinks

that he had done it before.

He might have been one of-- what do you call it when

you kill a bunch of people?

A serial killer?

Yeah, that.

Anyway, why don't you start the coffee now.

Then, as soon as the family gets back,

you can pull the foil off these hot foods,

you can bring out the sandwiches.

Come 2:30, put those cookies out.

By 3:15, I think you can just break down.

Wait, aren't you staying?

Oh, honey I wish I could, but my nephew called in drunk.

So I got to hump it all the way down to Old Bridge

Road now for some bar mitzvah.

I don't know.

Jesus.

Linda, wait.

Honey, what?

I don't know if I can do this by myself.

Girl, don't worry.

Nobody is even going to show up.

Just do your job, zip your lip.

Guests will be here before you know it.

OK.

I'll even make this count as double

and go it against your advance.

What do you think?

OK?

OK.

OK, good.

Call me if anything happens, but I'm sure nothing will happen.

All right?

OK.

All right.

Thanks.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

[FLOOR CREAK IS HEARD]

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Is somebody there?

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Is someone up there?

I'm coming up.

[MUSIC PLAYS WHILE PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

Who are you?

[STARTLED AND STAMMERING] Um, the caterer.

I just--

Why are you up here?

I just thought-- I thought I heard something.

You heard what?

Nothing.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Quiet.

Don't make me come back up here.

I started sitting for the Boyds the summer

before seventh grade, mostly on Wednesdays.

Mr. Boyd would be at the station and Mrs. Boyd

would go to Mrs. Days house to play mahjong.

What were the children like?

Well, it was just Henry and Aubrey.

The other two were already in high school

and off doing God knows what.

Henry was a sweetheart.

He loved it when I read to him.

And I don't think any one had ever really that for him

before.

What about Aubrey?

She was kind of strange.

David?

I'll be right down.

[PERSON HEARD WALKING DOWN STEPS]

Did you put it away?

It's in the drawer.

You know I don't like guns in the house.

I know, ma.

That's why I put it in the drawer.

What's with the caterer?

What do you mean?

We have to have food.

For who?

For the people.

Ma, there ain't goint to be any people.

Send her home.

The last thing we need is strangers

sneaking around the house.

But friends from the club will be here.

No, they won't.

Why would you say that?

Of course they will.

Jesus, mom.

Don't you get it?

Nobody wants to be a part of this.

That's why no one was at the service

and that's why no one is coming here.

Aubrey, could you please do something

about the goddamn phone?

Sure, David.

I think you should have your tea.

I don't want it.

Remember what the doctor said about your heart

when you get excited.

I'm not getting excited.

Hello.

Is someone there?

Who is this?

This is the cop at [INAUDIBLE].

Is this Aubrey?

[WHISPERS] I can't talk to you right now.

OK, well, then when?

I have to go.

Aubrey.

Wait.

Who was that?

No one.

Jesus, Aubrey.

You have to leave it off the hook.

Leave us alone.

You need to go.

Oh, I need to go?

OK.

Great.

I just need to call my boss.

Tell them pay for the food but your services aren't required.

No problem. [UNDER HER BREATH] I didn't want to be here anyway.

What?

Uh, I was just saying I'll be out of here in a second.

Good.

Make Ma her tea.

She says she doesn't want it.

Well, make it anyway.

She wants to watch her tape.

And I don't know how to set it up.

I'll do it.

Well, are you going to call her or not?

I'll get right on that.

Jesus Christ.

What now?

All right, I'm coming.

[HEAVY KNOCKING]

David, what the hell kind of secret police

do you got running this thing?

Do you know him?

Of course he does, you dumb shit.

Uncle Frank, stop.

It's all right.

Sorry for your loss.

Is he OK?

He's fine.

He's my family.

He stinks like shit.

Hello, Beverly.

Ma, I'll put your tape on if you have your tea, OK?

OK.

Thank you.

Got anything to drink?

I'll see what I can do.

Ma, where is it?

We missed you at the service.

I got lost.

You got lost going to D'Amico's?

You buried your own mother there.

Ma?

It's in the machine.

I just don't know what channel it needs to be on.

It's not a channel.

You have to set the input to auxiliary.

I don't know what that means.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You shut your mouth!

Uncle Frank, you can't smoke in here.

He started with Harmon.

I helped him get on the force!

Can you believe that?

But you couldn't have known what he was.

I was a homicide detective, for Christ's sake.

I should have saw it.

When I finally did, it was too late.

He had me.

Had you how?

Mr. Olsen, don't you think that is enough to drink today?

Don't worry.

You'll get what you came for.

It's your uncle.

Well, we call call him that.

He was my father's partner when we were growing up.

Sorry.

I didn't know.

Don't worry about it.

He's a pain in the ass.

He shouldn't be driving.

He's going to kill somebody.

Yeah, I'll run him home later.

Give me a smoke.

So, the, uh-- the Hank thing.

Henry.

What's the difference?

That's what my mother prefers.

Sorry.

So, it's good?

I don't want to talk about this right now.

If you ask me, it looks if it's good.

It's good.

Now stop.

That cooz with the streak in her hair went to high school

with me and Henry.

Congratulations.

I asked her to go get a beer with me.

She blew me off.

Smart girl.

Fuck yourself.

When we get through this, we should do her next.

If I ever hear you see something like that in public again,

I'll fucking bury you.

Relax, dude.

Don't dude me, Ray.

I mean it.

If it happens again, it's over.

All of it.

Hey, sweetheart, what can I help you with?

I couldn't get a hold of my boss, so I left a message.

That's fine.

That's fine.

Not a problem.

Hey, why don't you stay just in case someone does show up?

It would mean a lot to my mother.

But I already called Linda.

Well, call her back.

I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I'm David and this is Ray.

But I guess you already knew that.

OK.

OK you know him, or OK you'll call her back?

Both.

Great.

Hey, thanks again for all your help!

What?

Do you think she heard that?

Next time I say I don't want to talk about something,

you should stop fucking talking!

David, what about that drink?

Hey, Linda, it's me again.

He says he wants me to stay now, but, honestly, I don't want to.

Linda, hey, it's David Boyd.

I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding.

Sarah is very much needed.

In fact, I might ask her to work overtime.

I'll call you back later to confirm.

OK?

Thanks, bye.

Hey, give me back my phone.

Sarah, I need you to understand something.

What you hear, or what you think you hear,

it stays in this house.

There are already enough people telling lies about my family.

Oh, well, I didn't hear anything.

That's a good start.

Now, what were you doing in my mother's bedroom?

I thought I heard a girl crying.

A girl?

Yeah.

But I went upstairs to check--

Did you find any girls?

No.

No.

So what were you really doing up there?

Why don't you drink yourself to death and [INAUDIBLE].

Stay here.

You're unbelievable, you know that?

When are you going to wake up?

What do you want?

Hi.

Get the hell off of me!

If I told the real cops half of what I know--

It's time to go home now, Uncle Frank.

Put him in my car.

Jimmy, ask her about Mary.

Ask her about what she did to her daughter?

Get him out of here!

Ask her!

Sarah?

Sarah, I can see you.

Obviously, my uncle's not feeling very well.

I have to run him home.

But Ray will be here in case there are any problems

while I'm gone.

Do you understand?

I hate it when they fight like that.

Oh, she likes it real sweet.

Aubrey?

Coming, mama.

Here, I'll do it.

No, you can't.

Oh, but I wanted to talk to her.

About what?

Her, uh, doll collection.

Oh!

Well, she'll like that.

Look at Henry.

He was so cute, I could just eat him up!

Mrs. Boyd, here's your tea.

Thank you, dear.

That's so nice.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Yes, of course, dear.

Please, sit.

Sit!

Um, Mrs. Boyd, I'm not feeling very well all of the sudden,

and I was wondering if maybe you could call me a car.

And maybe you could even walk me out

front so that Ray knows that I'm leaving, and you sent me home.

Mrs. Boyd?

Shhh!

Mrs. Boyd, I'm really sorry, but I just--

You never did like your little brother.

You were always so mean to him.

What?

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, Mary.

Oh, Mrs. Boyd, I'm Sarah, the caterer.

Tell Henry to come inside, dinner's almost ready.

Henry's dead.

[THUD]

You little bitch!

You tell him get his ass inside now,

or else you're both going to get the belt!

Where's your brother?

Where's David?

I told him to take care of her!

David come get Mary!

Mama, Mary isn't here anymore.

David?

He took Uncle Frank home, remember?

Frank.

That's the kind of person you would have ended up like if it

wasn't for your mother.

Waste of a human being.

Couldn't even be bothered to show up for his own god son's

funeral.

Henry.

Oh god.

Why did it have to be him?

Oh god.

What are you doing?

Leaving!

Oh, but you just got here!

Who's Mary?

My sister.

She tried to get mama committed after papa died,

and then she ran away.

Ran away or disappeared?

My god!

What is wrong with your family?

Sarah, wait.

Hey, did you make this shit?

This is really good shit.

No, no.

I just set it up.

And there are plates over there, and forks.

Think you're going somewhere?

Home.

I don't think so.

David said he caught you sneaking around upstairs

looking to steal something--

You know what?

This is ridiculous.

I'll tell you what's ridiculous.

If you think you're going anywhere,

you're crazy, you little bitch.

Raymond?

How dare you talk to her like that?

Mrs. B, you don't understand.

I was just--

What are you doing in here?

I was hungry.

This is not for you.

Get back outside and do your job.

Yes, Mrs. B.

Boys.

They'll never learn.

Mama.

Leave me be.

Why don't you go upstairs and lay down?

Aubrey, please.

Who's the mother in this house?

No, really, you need to rest.

Isn't that right?

Mary?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, that's right.

You should let Aubrey three take you upstairs.

Well, I guess if Mary thinks so!

My good girls!

Mwah!

Mwah!

I'm so lucky.

[RINGING]

911 emergecy.

I need the police.

I'm being held against my will.

Where are you calling from?

Nixon Park!

What are you doing?

Calling the police!

They are the police.

Who do you think they're going to send?

Hello?

He's not going to let you leave.

You heard them talking.

You know.

I don't know anything.

Do you know how to open the back door?

You can't go through the back gate.

Ray will see you.

Well, then, I'll go over the fence.

Well, he'll hear you.

Not if I'm quiet.

I'll tell him.

Ray!

No!

I can help you, but you have to do something for me first.

Come on!

Aubrey, what is this?

Just be quiet.

Please let me go!

What are you doing?

You have to get this to Victor Costa.

He's a reporter for the Bergen-Ledger.

Victor Costa.

Can you remember that?

Costa.

But, wait.

You go after me.

You run the other way as fast as you can.

Are you ready?

No, wait--

You have to, before David comes back.

What's in the box?

Whatever they kept.

What are you talking about?

Victor Costa, don't forget.

Shit.

Hey, you can't have that!

That's police stuff!

It's important!

Give the gun.

No, it's mine.

That's not funny, come on.

It's a little funny.

It's not funny.

C-c-come on.

What's the matter?

I'm serious, give me the gun.

[GRUNTING NOISE]

Hey!

You two!

Help me, sir!

This is police business, sir!

Get back inside!

The hell I will!

What is this?

Nothing.

It's standard.

Just another low-life reporter trying

to make a buck off my family.

Bring her in the house, I'll call it in.

What's in that box?

It's my mother's jewelry.

She stole it?

It appears that way.

Davey, why would a reporter do something like that?

That's a good question, Stan.

Hey, mind if I use your phone?

I've got to call this in.

What's the matter with the phone you got over there?

My mother had it disconnected after Henry was arrested.

Like I said, reporters.

Come on in.

Thanks.

I really appreciate this, Stan.

May 15th 1982.

I was driving home from Dusty's, like I

had done 1,000 times before.

It was late.

There was no one on the road.

When out of nowhere comes this little girl.

It happened so fast.

It's like, one minute, there was nothing,

and then, there she was, right in front of me.

After I hit her, I lost control, and the car flipped.

When Harmon found me, I was hanging upside down

with two broken legs.

So Harmon Boyd was the first officer at the scene?

He was waiting for me.

I know that now.

Get off of me!

Come on!

Get the fuck off of me!

God damn it!

What the fuck?

She bit me!

What the hell just happened?

I got her arms, and I go to do her legs,

and she fucking-- next thing I know she's on top of me.

Not that!

What the hell happened?

Oh, Aubrey stole my gun.

Aubrey stole your gun?

She snuck up behind me, and then I go in to get it from her,

and the next thing you know, this one runs away.

And you know the rest.

Where's Aubrey?

I don't know.

I've been dealing with this.

Where is she?

I'm right here, David.

Aubrey, put down the gun.

Don't move!

I'll shoot you.

I swear to God, I will.

OK, OK.

Take it easy.

Look, whatever's wrong, we'll figure it out.

How could you?

How could you hurt him?

I didn't do anything.

Liar!

Aubrey, listen to me.

I don't know what you think you know.

But it's not--

What do I know?

What I know, I know, David.

I know what you do, what you both like to do.

I saw you sneaking around down here late at night.

I found your box.

I gave him the necklace.

Why did you do that?

It doesn't matter.

[ANGRILY] Why?

We needed money for the baby.

We were going to get away from here.

Start over someplace nice, like Florida.

I gave him the necklace, and I told

him to sell it in the city.

He didn't know.

I swear to you on my life, he didn't know anything.

He didn't need mean to die.

You're pregnant?

You're not mad.

Are you kidding?

That's amazing.

What the fuck?

David, I don't care about those other girls.

I know they didn't mean anything.

I just want to be with you.

And you were mad at me after the last time,

but this time is going to be different.

This time I'm going to give you a real baby.

I'm old enough now.

I know you are.

I love you.

I love you too.

You swear you never hurt Hank?

I swear.

Then why did he--

You never told him where you found the necklace, did you?

No.

That's it.

He probably thought you were involved.

He did it to protect you.

Oh, god.

Oh, Hank.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Stay here.

Watch her.

What are you doing?

I said stay here.

What was all that with your sister?

It's what my family does.

What?

I said it's what my family does.

Is that why you never fuck 'em?

I'll be right back.

Don't touch her.

Aubrey?

You know who I mean.

I mean, I know we can't have a real wedding.

But when me and David move away, it's not going to matter.

The new neighbors won't know the difference.

Wow, your hair is so soft.

And I love the streak.

So pretty.

Why do you get to play with her?

Because my name's not Ray.

If it's a boy, I'm going to name him Hank, after his father.

That's what papa used to call Henry.

Big Boy Hank.

Mama hated it.

Did your brother really knock you up?

Yes, but I wish it was David.

We tried once when I was little.

It didn't work right.

You people are sick.

You should talk.

I know what you like to do.

What you want to do to her.

What I do is natural.

There's no such thing.

Aubrey, could you come up here, please?

Leave her alone.

[WHISPERS] Never mind what I do.

Aubrey!

Coming!

I can't leave him alone down there with her.

I don't care about her.

There's a reporter at the door.

He says he knows you.

Aubrey?

Aubrey, it's Victor.

Come out here and talk to me.

How does he know your name?

I called him.

You what?

Well, I was mad at you.

Remember?

Don't you ever even think about bringing someone

into the family's business again.

Do you understand me?

David, stop that.

It hurts.

Do you?

Yes!

Get rid of him.

Aubrey, open the door.

Don't give me a look, just do it.

Harmon, the dog's barking.

Let her out.

Shit, she's sleepwalking again.

And bring me my pills!

OK, Bev, I'll be right there.

Go.

Aubrey.

What are you doing here?

Well, you said you couldn't talk on the phone.

So-- oh, is that big brother?

I'd love to ask him a few questions too.

Please go.

It's for your own good.

Is that a threat?

I'm trying to help you.

You really want to help me?

Let's go to White Road, we have a cup of coffee,

and you tell me everything that you know.

There's nothing to tell.

Come on, we both know that's not true.

Look, your family's been getting away with murder for years.

Summer of 1966, three girls were found

stabbed to death in the woods near Fall

River, Ohio, all between the ages of 14 and 18,

all with blond hair and blue eyes.

No one was ever charged, but a local mechanic

named George McCary was questioned

before he disappeared with his younger sister named Beverly.

And five years later, they resurfaced here

in Nixon Park with two kids.

They call themselves Mr. and Mrs. Harmon Boyd.

That's impossible.

He would have needed to give them some sort of ID or--

Oh, he had one all right.

He took it off this kid in Pittsburgh

that went missing in 1969.

The parents never declared his death,

so the number was still active when Harmon updated his address

and started paying taxes.

And that's when the girls started to disappear.

I don't need to listen to this.

Look, it stopped when your mother killed him.

That was an accident.

She failed her polygraph!

It was an inadmissable.

And, regardless--

I don't blame her.

George McCary was a monster.

But what I don't get is, why did she make David get rid of Mary

too?

Aubrey!

Wait!

Aubrey, listen to me!

Look, since Mary disappeared, seven young women

have gone missing.

All from central New Jersey, all between the ages of 14 and 18,

with blond hair and blue eyes.

But it wasn't Hank that took after the old man, now, was it?

No.

And David knew that it was only a matter of time

before everyone else realized too.

So he had to do something.

David would never hurt the family.

Maybe not before Mary but--

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't come back here again!

Come with me!

Aubrey, I can help you!

[FAINT CRIES FOR HELP HEARD]

Mr. Costa, don't!

Help!

What do you remember about Harmon Boyd?

Um, I hardly ever saw him.

I mean, he mostly worked nights.

When he was around, it's like, I could always

feel him looking at me.

And if you caught him, he would just keep staring.

This one night--

Do you want to--

Stop!

Don't do this!

Get the fuck off her, Ray!

Who the fuck are you?

[GUNSHOTS]

Stay down!

Go upstairs and get my gun.

It's on the top drawer in mom's dressing room.

Go!

Soldier boy?

Is that you?

Mr. Costa.

I don't believe we've ever met.

I've read you editorials about my family.

Very entertaining stuff.

Hey, your buddy is in pretty bad shape!

I assumed that to be the case.

You realize you just shot a police officer.

Who was about to rape, and god knows what else, to this girl!

It wasn't rape.

It was a game.

She's played before.

You fucking liar!

Mr. Costa, I'm going to give you one chance to put down

your weapon and surrender.

Hey, go fuck yourself!

That wasn't the right answer.

I know what you are, David!

You're just like your father!

I don't know what you're talking about.

They couldn't put it together on this Smithco case,

but I sure as shit got you on this.

You killed that girl.

And, then, when your brother got caught

selling one of your souvenirs, you killed him too.

You had your dipshit buddy Ray, here, string him up

in his cell.

I said I don't know what you're talking about.

It's not true.

What are you doing?

I'm calling the police.

What do you think?

They are the police.

No, not them.

The real police.

My brother-in-law is a state cop.

Jerry?

Jerry, it's Victor.

Can you hear me?

Jerry!

Fucking signal.

Fuck. [SPITS]

Jerry, it's me again.

OK good.

I need you to listen.

And what I'm about to say is not bullshit, all right?

I'm in the basement of a house at 43 Stella?

Jerry?

Fuck!

Try getting closer to the window.

Good idea.

Jerry?

[VICTOR STRUGGLES TO BREATHE]

Severed your spinal cord.

How about that, Victor?

David, quit looking around.

Come on.

Call an ambulance, please.

I'm fucked.

Come on.

Patience, Raymond.

[RAY SOBS]

Let me think.

OK, this is how it goes.

Mr. Costa shows up and is about to ring

the bell, and all of a sudden, he hears screaming.

He comes running in through the side door and catches ray

with his pants down.

Literally.

There's a struggle, and Ray loses his gun,

again, you dumb shit.

Fuck you.

Aubrey hears the commotion and gets my gun

from the safe, where I always keep it,

and comes rushing downstairs.

In her confusion, she assumes Mr. Costa is the assailant,

and shoots him in the back.

Poor man.

But at least Sarah is safe.

But that doesn't work, does it?

Sarah can't get out of this alive.

[INAUDIBLE]

No, I'm not going to say anything.

I'm sorry, sweetheart, but if you

look at it from my standpoint, there's really no other choice.

Aubrey bursts in, guns blazing, killing both Costa and Sara,

a tragic accident.

What about him?

Yeah, David, come on.

Get me out of this, man.

What the fuck?

What about me?

Excellent question.

What to do with Ray.

What to do with this stupid motherfucker who can't even

follow a simple direction?

Ow, it fucking hurts!

OK.

Second time, here we go.

Costa shows up, hears screaming, blah blah blah,

comes in, shoots Ray in the stomach,

and finishes him off with a shot to the head.

Fuck!

Hey!

Quit fucking around!

Sorry, Ray.

Stop it!

Do not!

No!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Another one of your friends?

I don't know who it is.

Go see.

Not a fucking sound!

Without saying a word he walked into the woods.

I could hear him stomping around looking for her.

But he came out, he had her in his arms.

She was so little.

He put her in the trunk of his car, and he drove off.

Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital.

The report said that I swerved when I saw a deer.

About six months later, he asked me

to falsify a report on the Jane Doe

they just fished out of Raritan Bay.

How many other girls were there?

Five that I know of directly, I'm sure there were others.

Helen, Liz, so nice of you to come.

We can't say.

We just wanted to come by and drop this off.

It's from everybody.

Oh.

How thoughtful.

Call us if you need anything.

Really.

If there's anything we can do.

Now, there's no need to rush off.

Sit down and have some tea.

Aubrey, put on the kettle, please.

Beverly, it's not necessary.

Plus, I told Larry I'd be back by 3.

Nonsense!

It's no bother.

Aubrey!

Oh, there you are.

Where were you?

You're filthy!

In the basement.

But what are you doing down there?

Never mind.

Liz and Helen would like some tea.

Beverly, really, we can't stay.

You couldn't be bothered to show up for my boys funeral,

the very least you can do is have some tea.

Sure.

Bev, of course.

We'd love some.

Good!

Shall we?

Would you like to see my tape?

Tell that caterer girl to arrange the lovely basket Liz

and Helen brought onto a plate.

OK, mama.

I'll do it.

No.

Let her do it.

What else am I paying her for?

OK, mama.

Is he dead?

More or less.

What's going on?

Two of ma's friends from her bridge club are here.

Ma wants Sarah to serve the food.

Tell her she went home sick.

Aubrey?

Are you down there again?

[SARAH YELLS INAUDIBLY]

What are you doing?

We need her!

This is fucking unbelievable!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Shh!

Ma will here you!

You can go up there, bring them their food and leave.

If you run, I'll kill them.

If you speak, I'll kill them.

If you even fucking blink, I'll kill them slow

and make you watch.

Do you understand?

Say it!

[SLOWLY AND SOFTLY] I understand.

Good.

Clean her up.

I'm so sorry, I didn't realize we had company.

I'm David Boyd.

Thank you both so much for coming.

It means a lot.

It's just, it's been so hard.

You poor thing.

I can't even imagine.

He found that necklace in the park.

He told me he didn't kill that girl.

He found it?

Then why would he--

Maybe he was scared, or just didn't understand.

I swear to God, mom, I'm going to find

the son of a bitch who did this and put him where he belongs.

Excuse my language.

This is terrible.

You should tell someone.

You don't know what people are saying.

What are they saying?

It doesn't matter.

The truth will come out.

Amen to that.

Aw, he loved Christmas so much!

Do you want to see it again?

Look, you can let me go.

You're not like him.

You're not a killer!

Why not?

I'm a Boyd, apparently it's what we do.

Hank didn't.

His name was Henry,

Yeah, you called him Hank.

I know you did.

Because he liked that.

And you wanted to make him happy, didn't you?

I liked him too.

He was my friend.

I was always nice to him in high school

even when all the other kids were mean.

He was really funny, in a weird way.

He was, right?

Smart too?

So smart!

I always said he'd go to Harvard or MIT.

He wouldn't go.

He said he didn't want to leave me.

And then I killed him!

No.

No, you didn't.

You were right about David.

I heard them talking earlier, in front of the house.

About the girls?

About Hank.

He killed him to keep him quiet.

What will David do to you?

Maybe I'll go see if Aubrey needs any help.

That's a good idea.

Look at this!

How nice.

Is that all?

Yes.

Thank you, Sarah.

Sarah Walsh?

I thought it was you!

Oh, this is so funny!

Mrs. Paulsen?

How nice to see you!

Sarah was the best drama student I ever had.

I always thought she was going to go to Hollywood

and come back a star.

You don't say!

How nice!

Oh, honey.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean anything.

I just don't want to be here.

Of course you don't!

That's why they call it paying your dues!

You'll have your whole life to chase your dreams.

I'm not sure.

Beth, I'm going to take her outside and talk to her.

Of course.

Poor thing.

You can't go out front.

There's reporters parked up the block,

you'll end up in the papers.

For heaven's sake, isn't that what Raymond is here for?

I had to send him out on another call.

Then why is his car still outside?

To give them the impression he's still here.

So, then, what are you worried about?

Mom, would you please-- just go in the kitchen, OK?

Is that too much to ask?

No.

Thank you.

How could you embarrass me like that in front of my friends?

You're shaking.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Just keep walking.

Where are you going?

Just follow me.

[DAVID AND BEV ARGUE IN BACKGROUND]

What are you doing?

One minute.

You're not going anywhere!

Mom.

Mom!

Watch out!

No!

Mrs. B!

Are you OK?

No.

Ah!

Sarah!

Help me!

It was an accident!

I swear, I didn't even know she was behind me!

You believe me, right?

I need to know that you believe me!

I'm not a violent person!

Where's Sarah?

I sent her home.

What are you going to do?

About what?

About Liz!

What do you want me to do?

I don't know!

Call an ambulance!

For what?

She's dead.

Well, you have to call somebody!

You're right.

Helen's right.

David, call somebody, please!

No one's calling anyone until Helen answers the question.

What question?

My mother asked you if you agree that this was an accident.

Well, do you?

I don't know!

I didn't see it!

I wasn't there.

You were in the next room, you heard us fighting,

you came in and saw this.

It's reasonable to assume you came

to some sort of conclusion.

What was it?

[WHISPERING] I don't know.

Well, then I guess we have a problem!

David!

You don't need to be so nasty.

Can I talk to you, please?

If I call this in, what do you think is going to happen?

They're going to arrest you for murder!

Helen was going to tell them it was an accidental.

No, she isn't, mom.

I've seen it before.

She's going to lie and say that you did this thing.

And then you're going to go to jail!

And, then, who is going to take care of baby?

Not me, and not Aubrey.

They're going to put her in a home!

Oh, no!

They can't!

And strap her to a bed!

David, no!

You need to do something!

What do you want me to do?

How do you expect me to fix this?

I don't know!

God, I can't believe this is happening!

David, why is this happening to us?

We're good people!

First, we have to get you out of here before someone

comes looking for them.

Pack some clothes, only what you need.

Aubrey will drive you to Uncle Frank's cabin.

He's not going to let me stay there.

He won't know.

But it doesn't even have a real toilet.

It's only for a couple of days.

What about baby?

We'll put her in the jacket.

But she hates the jacket!

Well, the cage isn't going to fit in your car!

What about the leash?

She's too big for the leash.

Not if we use the harness!

Ma, listen to David!

Shut up!

You just don't want her around!

You never did!

Enough!

We don't have time for this!

You, pack!

You, help me with Helen.

His daddy came home late and he caught

Mr. Boyd messing with the screen outside my window.

Mr. Boyd said that our neighbor had

reported someone trying to break in and he was investigating.

But when daddy asked Mr. Paul about it,

he said he didn't see anything.

Daddy filed a complaint with Mr. Boyd's boss

Do you mean Detective Olsen?

Yeah, I think.

Maybe.

I don't-- I don't know.

Anyway, it didn't matter.

Nothing happened.

A few weeks later, daddy was killed by hit and run.

We moved away after that.

Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the prayer-- oh

god!

Get her up.

Tie her to the pole.

No!

[SOBBING]

David, can you help me?

Forget it.

She's not going anywhere.

Sarah?

Sarah, honey?

Do you remember what I told you?

Do you remember what I said would

happen if you tried to escape?

David, stop wasting time and tie her up so we can go!

Aubrey, in order to be successful in life,

you have to follow through on the things

you say you're going to do!

Make her watch!

Do it!

Ow!

Stop messing around and do it already!

Where are you going?

He's gone.

What?

He's gone.

Ray is gone.

Finish him.

How?

Figure it out!

What are you going to do?

I don't know!

Do you need--

Shut up!

Stop talking!

I have to do it.

You heard him.

He'll be mad at me if I don't.

Aubrey, stop!

Stop!

Aubrey!

No, Aubrey, stop!

Just listen to me!

What about

Hank is dead.

Then think about his baby!

That's David's baby now.

[AUBREY SHRIEKS AND GRUNTS]

[AUBREY CRIES THEN GRADUALLY LAUGHS]

That was actually kind of fun!

[AUBREY CONTINUES GIGGLING]

Sorry, Sarah.

I really do like your hair!

Maybe I'll keep it.

You bitch!

I'll fucking kill you!

[AUBREY SHRIEKS AND SARAH HYPERVENTILATES]

Sarah?

I'm coming for you.

You're kidding me!

David, are you out here?

[SARAH IS HYPERVENTILATING]

Ma, are you ready?

What are you doing?

What?

What are you doing?

Trying to find baby's leash.

Have you seen it?

No, we talked about this.

She won't be a problem in the car.

Aubrey won't go if she's loose

Then we'll leave Aubrey here.

Who's we?

I'm not coming.

I have to stay here and figure out how we're

going to get out of this shit!

And you can't drive!

Language!

Sorry.

What if I give her a shot.

No, she's still going in the jacket.

Fine, at least she won't remember it.

Fine.

Where is it?

She is not an it!

The jacket!

In the garage!

Five minutes.

Baby?

Are you playing games with grandma?

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

[DEMONIC SCREAM]

Baby?

Are you OK?

Who's in their with you?

Mama?

No, no.

No, not mama.

No.

Mama?

No mama.

Aubrey, honey, you're bleeding!

Is she in there?

Who?

The cunt who did this to me!

Mama!

Aubrey, don't!

She's not in her [INAUDIBLE].

Stop!

That's your mother!

[AUBREY SCREAMS]

Why did you have to put her [INAUDIBLE]?

[SCREAMS]

Aubrey!

How dare you treat grandma like that!

David?

David?

Sir, sir, sir!

Excuseme, sir.

Please help me!

Help me, please!

What's this help me horseshit!

He's trying to kill me!

That girl is trespassing!

Oh, no!

He's lying!

Look, I'm the caterer!

Call the police!

I am the police!

I always knew you people were crazy!

Doug.

Doug, wait.

All you people go back inside!

You're all guilty of hindering a police investigation!

Go back to your homes!

Now!

Thank you, sir.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Ma, Aubrey, we've got to go now!

What the hell happened?

She killed her!

Killed who?

What are you talking about?

Aubrey!

It's my fault!

I thought she was going to be good!

I let her out of the cage!

Get in the car and lock the doors.

I'll be right back.

[CRYING] What about baby?

Get in the car!

Baby, don't hurt her!

Sarah?

Did you get eaten yet?

I wasn't talking to you, silly.

Sarah?

Come out now and I'll protect you.

I don't need your protection.

You met my daughter.

I think you do.

There you are!

You've been a ve-wy bad girl!

What did you do to mama?

Mama, poo poo.

I can see that.

Did you hurt her?

Tell the truth.

Did you kill mommy?

It's OK.

Come here, sweetheart.

Daddy will make it better.

No, baby, don't.

He's got a gun.

Don't listen to her.

Here, you see?

No more gun.

Come here, pumpkin!

Give daddy a hug!

Not so hard!

Not so hard!

Close your eyes.

It's time for you to go to sleep.

When he drowned in 1996, did you suspect Beverly?

I didn't have to.

I knew.

We did it together.

She gave him the pills, got him in the tub,

and I held them under.

It had to stop.

And what about Mary?

Mary was Harmon's favorite.

And Beverly was jealous.

I never thought she'd hurt her.

I didn't know what they were doing!

What he made them do.

What, exactly, was it that he made them do?

Mr. Olsen, please, put that down!

Cut!

I got her ma, just like I said I would!

Yeah?

Big man.

Shut up!

She did it, ma!

All of it.

It's her fault!

Yeah?

The caterer murderer of [INAUDIBLE].

Shut up!

How could you?

What did he say, ma?

What did that liar tell you?

I told her everything.

Did you kill those girls?

No, mom!

Did you kill Henry!?

No!

That's true.

I did that.

I strung him up in his cell.

But, before I did it, I told him that it was

on orders from his big brother.

You son of a bitch!

Mommy?

I should have done this the day you were born!

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

She knows how to have a good time.

Well, that's all right.

And how to make the fellow with her relax.

Yes, that's what the boy likes.

She knows how to have a good time.

Girl likes to know you've had a good time.

Oh yeah?

Because she seems as interested in girls as in boys?

It's because they've heard no scandal about her.

She knows how to have a good time.

There are many things that you can do to help yourselves

from becoming victims.

First of all, do not play in deserted places by yourself.

Do not accept money, candy or gifts from strangers.

Do not play around or go into isolated restrooms

by yourselves.

When in a theater, if an adult sits next to you

and bothers you in any way, get up and tell the manager.