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- Hi, hi.

Shh, it's OK.

It's OK.

Good girl.

You're OK.

Shh, good girl.

It's a good girl.

Yeah, come here.

Good job.

Good job.

Aww.

- You're always so good with the mean ones, Charlie.

- She's not mean.

She just needs a little love.

- I can sense when you're a good person.

All right, get the gas.

Yeah, put that in the pile with the others for the crematorium.

Oh, and happy anniversary.

- Thanks.

When we were young, it was like a fairy tale

I was the lucky one

You were my Holy Grail

But fairy tales have a monster, a beast you cannot flee

Oh, oh, I try to be your protector

But turns out the monster was me

Your burning love sets my heart on fire

Does it burn up

- Help!

Please, help me!

Anybody!

Help!

Please, please, please, help me.

Help me, please!

Help me, please!

Somebody!

Help!

Help me, please!

Please, help me!

Please!

Please, help me.

Please, let me out of here.

Please, please, please, help me.

Please, just let me out.

Just let me out, please.

Help, help.

Please, please, please, let me--

please, please, please, please, let me out.

Please, please, please, help me.

Please, I can hear the music upstairs.

Are you having a party?

Please, you got to get me out of here.

- How'd you get the lock off the muzzle?

- Uh, he-- he didn't do it tight enough.

- Oh.

- Please, help me.

- Go ahead.

You must be hungry.

- You gotta get me out of here.

Mmm, mmm.

- You think it's got enough vanilla?

- What?

- Do you think it needs more vanilla?

- No, it's good.

- Good.

Well, you better put that on before he gets home.

- No, you gotta get me out of here.

You have to help me.

- I am.

If he finds out what you did, I think--

I think you and I both know what he'll do.

Come on.

He'll be home soon, you know.

And no more trouble tonight, OK?

It's my anniversary.

Happy anniversary.

- Happy anniversary, baby bird.

Mmm, mmm.

You really outdid yourself this time, Charlie.

I don't think I could eat another bite.

- Well, you better.

There's dessert, too.

I made your favorite, white cake with cherry sauce.

- Ooh, I love cherries.

- I know.

- You know, usually women only cook like this

when they want something.

- Well, all I want is you.

- So, I guess, I didn't need to get you a gift then.

- You got me a gift?

What'd you give me?

Tell me, baby.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, let's do yours first.

- Neato.

You got the wheel and everything?

- I mean, you've been talking about doing it

since we went to that art show in town, honey.

You said that maybe if you could express yourself through art,

you might not want to, you know.

- Oh, right.

Yeah, no, good idea, Charlie.

Thanks, baby bird.

This was really thoughtful.

- Really?

You mean you'll try?

- Mhm.

Now, it's your turn.

- OK.

John, isn't this from, you know?

- Yeah.

I saw you had your eye on it.

I snuck it off before we buried her.

- What?

Honey, why would-- isn't this, like, evidence?

You know, we can't afford something like that.

I just-- I wanted to get you something

nice for our anniversary.

What?

You don't like it?

- No, no, honey.

No, I like it.

I like it.

It's beautiful.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, yeah.

- I think it's of her dead mother or something.

We can take it out.

- Yeah.

- OK.

Looks so good on you.

Let's do it in front of her.

- Honey, I said I wasn't into that.

- Come on, Charlie.

It's our anniversary.

- No, no, John.

Oh, my God.

Where are you going?

- To play with the dog.

- What?

It's our anniversary.

I thought we were going to watch 90 Day Fiance together, honey.

It's the season finale.

- It's just for a little while.

I had a rough day at work.

I'll be up in time.

- No, but wait, we didn't have cake.

- Hey, there, girl.

Hope we didn't make too much noise and upset you.

Come here, girl.

Come here.

Don't be a bad dog.

Aww, good girl.

Good girl.

All right, let's go for a walk.

What a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Tom, how are you?

Good to see you.

Sarah, how are the kids?

Excellent.

We're trying.

Yes, purebred.

I know, her coat's coming in real well.

You gotta go.

It's walk time.

Time to go.

OK, now roll over.

Now beg, heel.

Now, take the treat.

- What the fuck, Charlie?

When I'm down there, it means I'm busy!

- I know.

90 Day Fiance is on, honey.

- Just put the tape on.

- But it already started.

We're missing the beginning.

Come on, please.

- You know that's just the recap.

I remember what happened last week.

I don't need them to tell me.

- But you said, John--

- Go on.

Better start the tape before I miss something important.

Go on.

- What a fucking liar.

Why do you keep the letter from your ex if you're not

in love with her, huh?

Tell me!

- You bitch!

You bitch!

You bitch!

- So you're a thief, too?

A criminal?

- Bitch!

- I didn't steal it.

I mean, I asked him.

He said it was fine.

- You bitch!

You bitch!

- My children, my beautiful, warm country

to come to this cold, gray shithole in bumfuck

nowheresville, and you don't even have a job.

- Whew.

Sorry about that, baby bird.

Did you watch it without me?

Was it a good one?

Oh, come on.

Don't be like that.

- Yeah, it was John, and I'm not watching it again.

So you're just going to have to watch it alone.

- Gosh, you have such a temper.

You know, you scare me sometimes.

- It's been five days with this one, John.

Usually, it's only a couple.

- She's been a good girl.

Hey, do you mind changing her pee pad tonight?

It's getting pretty gross.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

You know how I feel about ladies bathroom stuff.

You got to keep some things mysterious.

Besides, she could get an infection.

You don't want her to suffer, right?

- Happy fucking anniversary, John.

Go on, take it.

Don't be a bad girl.

Run.

Go on, get out of here.

Go on.

You're free.

Go, run.

Come on, run.

John!

John!

She got out!

John!

- God damn it, that hurts.

Who said you could go inside?

- No.

- Hey, that's a bad girl!

Very bad girl!

Bad dog!

Bad!

Bad!

No!

Play dead!

Play dead!

Are you OK?

We just buried here.

- We've already got another one around here, John.

It'll attract animals.

- Really?

I'm dragging for another five minutes,

and then I'm dropping it.

- What?

Do you want to get caught, John?

- That's a stupid question.

- We've just gotta keep down this path.

- Ahh.

We should go camping again.

- I'd like that.

- I'm sorry.

- It's not your fault.

- Yeah, it is, Charlie.

Maybe I shouldn't do this anymore.

- Do what?

You know.

I mean, I almost lost you tonight, baby bird.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

- What?

Honey, do you mean it?

- I mean, we're going to run out of places to dump them soon.

- Are you-- are you really just-- you're just--

you're just going to quit?

I mean, just-- just cold turkey like that?

- Hey, I've got willpower.

I'm not some animal who can't help himself.

And besides, I got a good reason.

- Oh, honey, honey, honey.

Oh.

Well, in a show of solidarity, I'm quitting too.

I know how much you hate it.

- You know, I think you're right.

I should express my feelings in a healthier way with my art.

- Ready?

- I moved here for you.

I left my family, my children, my beautiful, warm country.

- Is it good?

- Mhm.

- --cold, gray shithole in bumfuck nowheresville!

And you don't even have a job!

And now, not only are you cheating on me,

but you're a criminal thief!

- Hey, I never cheated on you.

Honey, not once.

- Charlie, can I ask you something?

It's a bit awkward.

You said a St. Bernard did that to your face.

But those marks on your neck, is everything all right with John?

- Oh, sure.

Yeah, why not?

- Well, it's just--

- You think John did this?

- Well, no.

- You think my husband did this to me?

- I'm sorry.

It's none of my business.

It's your personal life.

But, Charlie, if I think someone is being abused--

- No, you're right.

He did do this.

- Oh, my god, Charlie.

- Because I asked him to.

- Oh.

Oh, well, you might want to cover it up a bit better.

This is a family place.

- The lady wants to press charges.

She says her daughter is traumatized.

- Hey, it was her fault.

- She's fucking 17, John.

Jesus.

- Really?

Well, she looks younger than that.

- I would fire you, but who the hell else is

going to hire you in this town?

You know, you got a criminal record now, no skills.

- I got skills.

- Yeah, you got a skill for fucking things up.

I fixed it.

You're going to cut her grass every week now for the rest

of the year on your own time. - What?

I gotta cut that cunt's grass?

- Watch your fucking mouth.

Imagine if your mom heard you talk like that.

- You're not going to tell her.

Are you, dad?

- No.

There's no point disappointing her further.

There's one more thing I got to ask you about, John.

The girl's missing a bikini top.

Do you know anything about that?

- No, no.

- OK.

Charlie?

- Honey, which-- which one of these looks better?

- I-- I don't know.

- Now remember, when you're working with clay,

it's all about control.

First, you need to stop the clay from wobbling.

So get your clay nice and wet, and cup your hands around it,

and squeeze.

Now, slow the wheel down, and start tipping that cone of clay

back over, and flatten the top off with your thumb.

Now, insert your index finger into your clay,

and start pulling outwards.

Now, squeeze that donut of clay between your thumb

and your index finger, and raise your hand up slowly.

Remember, nice and control.

You're doing really well here, and then you're

going to thin those walls as you go.

And congratulations, you got yourself a pot.

- Oh, my God, Charlie.

What's up, girl?

I didn't know you worked here.

- Hey, Dev.

- Well, it's been a minute since we were shaking her pom-poms,

drinking that schnapps.

- Yep.

Yeah, it sure has.

- How are your parents?

- Umm.

Yeah, I don't really see much of them anymore.

- Oh.

What about your sister?

You still talk to her, right?

- So what brings you in?

- Well, my kids just got this little kitty,

and it needs its shots.

- Oh.

Kids?

- Yeah, three.

- Wow.

- I know, right?

What can I say?

We love to fuck.

You?

- No, no, no kids.

- Are you married?

- Yeah, I am.

So, yeah, I can definitely help you with those shots.

You know, we don't even need a vet.

I can just do them right now.

- Oh, look at you.

- Meow.

- I got scratches from this fucking thing all over me.

Well, I guess, you can't really tell, because I got makeup on.

Do you have any pets at home?

- No, John's allergic.

- Well, it was really nice seeing you, Charlie.

It's been a long time.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

- We should get together sometime, grab a drink.

- Maybe.

- Oh, come on, I'd love to catch up.

- Yeah, it's just I don't really drink much these days.

- Wow.

You have definitely changed.

Well, if you ever want to talk about anything, like anything,

or you just want to blow off some steam--

oh, let's just exchange numbers.

- Whoa.

That's OK.

I'll just text myself.

Oh, got your password.

There you go.

OK, say bye.

- Sorry, Charlie.

Wish I could make you a dick that works with that wheel.

- Well, I mean, we could--

we could try something different.

- I don't know.

Something just feel off, you know?

Doesn't it?

- What do you mean?

- Wasn't it more exciting before?

- What?

Aren't I enough for you?

- Of course, baby bird.

- Oh, my God.

- No, no, no, no, don't be mad.

I'll get over it.

- Hey, Charlie.

Hey, can I speak with you a second?

- Mhm.

- So I've been looking at some of the inventory numbers,

and they don't match up.

We're missing some things, including a bottle of halothane.

- Oh, really?

- Do you have any idea where that bottle might be?

- Uh, no, no, I have no idea.

- Well, then, I think, we're going

to need to speak with the police.

We might have a thief.

- What are we going to do?

- What are these charges on your credit card?

- Oh, we're out of ice cream.

Can you get some more when you're at the store tomorrow?

- You got my bank password?

- This is serious, John.

What if they figure out I've been fudging the numbers?

- Hey, you said the police think some kids broke in and took it,

right?

So I wouldn't worry about it.

- Oh, my God, I feel like I'm always

cleaning up your fucking mess.

- My Best Friend Pet Supplies.

This is Gary. How can I help you?

- Yes, hi there.

I'm just wondering if you've had any recent purchases

from my husband.

- Your husbands?

What's his name?

- John Gilbert.

- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, OK.

- Girl, I am so glad you agreed to go out tonight.

I was about ready to drive my minivan into the lake

with my kids in it.

- Aren't you happy with what's his name?

- Pete.

Yeah, I mean, gives a good cock once in a while.

Creeper John been creeping up into you?

- Don't call him that.

- Always thought he was gay.

- Yeah, well, you always thought guys who weren't into you

were gay, so that checks out.

- So, is he hitting that, or what?

Uh oh, I'm sorry.

So you have sad dick.

- No, no.

- Then what's the dealio?

I mean, shit, that body is pristine, shrink wrapped shit.

I'm fucking c-section city over here.

Is he screwing around on you?

- Not exactly.

- Younger?

Bunch of predictable fucks, aren't they?

All right, you got to get his eyes back on the prize, then.

- How do I do that?

- You gotta give him what he wants.

- And what do you mean?

- You gotta figure out what your man wants and then

give it to him, plenty of it, and on a regular basis.

So he becomes dependent on you, like fucking crack.

Then after that, he won't look at anybody else.

- Yeah, no, I'm not so sure that if I give John what he wants,

it's such a good idea.

- All right, then you got to kill the bitch.

What's wrong, sweetie?

- Nothing.

It's just-- it's really nice being able to talk

to somebody about this stuff.

I can't believe you don't talk to your family.

I mean, your sister?

Fuck, man, you two are so close.

What happened?

- They don't like John.

- I can't believe you married John Gilbert.

He was such a fucking creep in high school.

- That's my husband, Dev, and he's not a creep.

He's just different.

- You had all the boys eating out of the palm of your hand.

Why him?

- Those football players, they treated me

like a goddamn ashtray.

- Oh, they were a bunch of sick fucks.

I hear Dale Karloff is a cop now.

Remember when he used to make the retarded kids eat dog shit,

and he would tell them that it was cake?

- He did shit to me, too.

Nobody believed me, not my parents.

My sister did, but she told me not to tell anybody.

So I didn't, until one day.

One day, I was sitting alone after practice on the bleachers,

and it was raining, and he came over to me, John,

and he put his jacket over my shoulders,

and he asked me what was wrong, and I don't know why.

I mean, I barely even knew him, but I told him everything.

I mean, it felt so good to tell somebody, and he was so sweet.

He told me that he'd protect me, and he called me his baby bird.

He still does.

- Baby bird?

Oh, my fucking God, that's so lame.

- I thought it was sweet.

- All right, so he treats you right?

- Yeah.

- Then what was with the bruises?

- Oh, my God, we're into some kinky shit.

- Bullshit.

- What do you mean?

- Hey, listen.

I like the feeling of a man's meaty hands

crushing my windpipe just as much as the next girl.

That shit didn't look like nothing consensual.

- OK.

- That looked like you had a fucking run in with the Boston

Strangler.

- Well, you're wrong, so--

- I heard things about John.

Wasn't he arrested for, like, creeping on some girl?

- That girl was a fucking liar, and what are you--

what are you doing, Dev? - I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to pry.

- Why do you keep fucking bringing up

shit about my husband? I mean, I'm literally--

I'm trying to-- I'm trying to open up to you.

I'm trying to tell you my problems.

What are you fuck are you doing?

You're making accusations about my husband.

- Yo, chill.

I just-- I was just talking.

- No, fuck you, dude.

- Oh, fuck.

Charlie, I'm sorry, but you deserve so much better

than that fucking rapey geek.

Girl, I love you.

I'm just trying to look out for you.

- Fuck off.

- Oh, my God, you don't fucking-- you don't see it.

But your family, your sister, you don't talk to any of them.

Don't you know that's really fucked up?

- Go on.

Go fucking drive home.

Get in a fucking accident.

I don't care.

- Man, you used to be nice.

Bitch, we were best friends.

You know what?

Whatever he's done to you, he's a fucking piece of shit

for doing it.

He's hurting you, I'm going to fucking--

I'm going to talk to that mean fuck Dale,

and he's going to fuck him up.

- Oh, yeah?

You're going to call the fucking cops on me?

- Ow!

Fucking cunt.

What the hell, man?

- Bitch.

Stupid fucking bitch with an ugly fucking haircut.

Praise the Lord to run his many eyes

This is me, Lucifer, in a trained disguise

- Hey.

Look, I'm sorry for what I was saying.

- What?

Call the fucking cops on me and John, bitch?

Huh?

No, you won't.

- Where are we?

- You were drunk, and I drove you.

- This isn't my house.

What the fuck did you do to me?

- I didn't do anything to you.

I just didn't--

- You fucking bitch, I have kids.

- Oh, my God, stop screaming.

- Fuck.

Oh, my God, you just fucking punched me you--

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, shit, shit, shit, shit, no,

oh, my God, oh, my God, fuck, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Ew.

Oh, my God, fuck, fuck.

Come on, Charlie.

It'll be a fun night, just like old times.

Yeah?

How much fun you having now, bitch?

- Where were you?

You snooping now?

- What are you doing, John?

- Nothing.

I swear.

- I thought you said you would try.

- I am.

It's just been so hard, you know, with work and the cops,

and then you're mad at me now.

And I don't think I'm very good at this pottery thing either.

- That's a very nice teapot, John.

- It's a fucking butter dish.

You see?

No matter how hard I try, nothing comes out right.

- I know you're trying.

- I wasn't going to do anything with that.

It just makes me feel safe, you know?

You believe me, right?

What did you girls get up to?

- Devin got drunk and drove into a ditch,

and so I had to help her get her out.

- That's weird.

- Yeah, she was--

she was acting crazy, so--

- Charlie?

- What?

- Be honest with me.

- What?

- I know you did something bad.

- Huh?

- You smoked, didn't you?

Ugh, I smell it on you.

- I'm sorry, baby.

I did.

- That Devin is a bad influence.

- Yeah, but I won't--

I won't be seeing her ever again.

- Hey, cat killer.

Mow any pussy lately?

- That was an accident, and it wasn't even yours.

- God, you smell.

- That's because I've been working for a living all day.

- Yeah? Well, I was at the lake today.

- Must be nice.

- Yeah, well, it would have been, except for the fact

that all I wanted to do was wear my new bikini,

but it was missing a fucking top.

- What's that got to do with me? - That's OK.

I don't even want it back anyway.

It's probably already filled with your cum.

- No, it isn't.

- So, what?

You're saying that you didn't jerk off

to the smell of these hot, young tits?

- You know, girls your age shouldn't talk like that.

- Yeah, well, guys your age shouldn't

be creeping on little girls.

- I'm not creeping, and you don't

look so little to me, especially dressed like that.

- Well, I'm going to get a shower.

Maybe you should try it sometime.

Gotcha, cat killer.

I knew it, you're a little fucking pervert.

So first, you steal a teenager's underwear.

- It was a bikini top.

- And you jerk off to it.

And then you start stalking me, right?

Hanging around my school. What the fuck?

- No, I didn't.

- Yeah, you parked your company truck there,

so it kind of had the name right on it.

- It could have been anybody.

- And you torture animals.

- He didn't suffer.

- And then you come right into my house.

- I was going to use the bathroom.

- Right.

So we have sexual deviance, stalking, breaking and entering,

and cruelty to fucking animals.

I don't know, dude.

It seems pretty fucking obvious to me.

You're a serial killer.

- Wait.

What do you want?

- I want you to beg.

- I don't fucking beg.

That's your job.

- OK, sorry.

Whoa.

Do it.

Do it!

Do it, cat killer!

- Please, don't tell your mom.

Please, I have a wife.

- Hey, Gilbert.

- Hey, meathead.

- It's detective meathead to you.

- Detective, what?

You got tired of picking on the retarded kids?

Now, you're picking on the immigrants, too?

- Rape any teenage girls lately?

- What do you mean?

- Well, that's what they got you for in high school.

- I didn't rape anybody.

- Right, right.

- What are you here for?

- Your wife.

- What?

- Hey, Dale.

- Charlie, damn, you still look fine.

What are you?

You moisturize a lot, or--

- What do you want with my wife, Karloff?

- It's about our former classmate, Devin.

- Devin?

What's going on?

- I'll explain later.

Dale, do you want some coffee?

- I'd love some.

- Do you want me to stay?

- We had three pitchers.

- And then you drove?

I'm kidding.

If I arrested everybody who drove drunk in this town,

we'd have to build a bigger jail.

- So what do you think happened?

- She was probably murdered.

- Oh, my God.

- Yeah.

I mean, I found her cell phone in the ditch.

Her car was on the side of the road, abandoned.

It does not look good.

Real shame, too.

I remember Devin had such a great bod, though,

I haven't seen her in some years,

and I heard she had a bunch of kids.

So who knows?

It could have been a fucking disaster down there, right?

Are you crying?

Oh, shit.

Look, hey, I'm sorry.

I'm being insensitive here.

- Well, yeah.

I mean, she was still my friend.

- Right.

I guess, I just--

I just there might have been, like, a falling out because

of the fight you two had.

- Oh, what?

What fight?

- I heard you two got into a fight.

- No, no, who--

I'm sorry.

Who told you that?

- Witnesses.

- Huh.

- Yeah.

And her husband tried calling you a bunch of times, and--

- I didn't recognize the number.

- He left messages.

- OK.

So yeah, we got into a little fight,

but that doesn't mean I killed her.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, I don't--

I do not think that you-- no, this

was almost definitely a man.

I don't think a woman is capable of doing something

like this, especially to another woman.

It's like girl code, right?

You guys have your girl code?

- Yeah.

- But um, your husband, where was that night?

- Probably at home.

- Just at home.

All right.

All right, this is probably enough to get me started,

and thank you for the coffee.

And if I have any other questions, I'll let you know.

Just one other thing about us in high school.

I was young and stupid.

I mean, we all were.

But if I ever did anything to make you feel--

you know, I got daughters now, so--

- Right.

I guess you wouldn't want them finding out.

- Finding out?

Finding out, what?

- Anyways, it was a long time ago now, so I guess--

- Yeah.

It was a long, long time ago.

Good chat.

Yeah, good chat.

One last little thing, and then, I promise, Charlie, I'm gone,

OK?

I was just kind of wondering if you remember

any of those old cheers.

I mean, you were by far the best on the squad.

Maybe you could give me one for old time's sake.

- We've got that razzmatazz.

We got fight.

We got pizzazz.

Think you got us?

You've been had.

We're the ones with razzmatazz.

Razzmatazz!

- Wow.

That was-- you've still got it, Charlie.

Wow.

You-- it's better than I remembered it.

OK, ooh, got me all hyped up.

Hey, there, Gilbert.

The old man said you might be here.

- What's going on?

- Well, night of the 15th, between 7:00, 11:00 PM,

where were you? - At home.

- By yourself?

- Uh, yeah.

Why?

- He's lying.

- What does she know?

Get back inside.

He's not talking to you.

- No, I'm talking to her now.

Where was he?

- He was with me.

- What?

- Hey, you can tell me.

What was he doing?

- He was he eating my pussy.

- Come on.

She's lying.

- That's not the first time I've heard you say that.

She is-- she's a child.

And you know, to a child, that's a crime.

- Actually, the legal age of consent is 16.

I'm 17, so it's perfectly legal.

- That doesn't sound right.

- Well, go ahead, look it up.

By the way, it means that I'm a woman,

so I can go to bed with whoever the fuck I want.

- Is she telling the truth, Gilbert?

- Uh, yeah, she's a woman.

- Good one.

- OK.

Yeah, you got me.

I was here that night, um--

- Eating my pussy. - Jesus Christ.

Does your mother know about this?

- Yes, she was watching.

- She wasn't-- and you, with a wife at home.

I can't believe you would treat her like this, Gilbert.

- Don't talk to me about how I treat my wife.

She told me what you did.

- OK.

Well, I'm probably going to need a signed statement out

of you, missy.

Are you OK with that?

Because you know, lying to a police officer, that's a crime.

Yeah, I'm watching you.

I'm watching you.

I'm watching the both of you.

17, Gilbert, you, ugh.

- So, who'd you kill, cat killer?

- Thanks.

- Well, it wasn't for you.

You get caught, then my fun is over.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I like watching you squirm

- Oh, yeah?

Well, I liked watching you squirm the other night, too.

Hey, don't laugh at me.

- Or what?

- Listen, you're young.

You're hot.

You've got your whole future ahead of you.

Don't mess with me.

- What future?

- What do you mean?

Don't you have dreams or something?

- Yeah.

I used to want to be famous.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah, just like my idol.

- Oh.

Who's your idol?

- The Black Dahlia.

Boo.

- He thinks I did it, Charlie.

But it wasn't me, not this time.

So who was it?

- I don't know, John.

- Did you--

- Did I what?

- Hurt Devin?

- I'm not the one who hurts people, John.

Wait.

- That's my Caroline's.

- I'm sorry?

- My niece.

She came to live with me after her mother died.

That locket, it's hers.

- No, I'm sorry.

But no, my husband gave this to me for our anniversary.

- No, no, no, no, that's my Caroline's.

Let me see it.

- It's mine.

- No.

That's my sister.

Caroline's grandmother, she gave it to her.

That man, that man came out to our place.

He was cutting the grass around the buildings,

and he was talking to Caroline.

He doesn't come around anymore.

That's my Caroline.

- That's my husband, actually.

He got it for me.

- That is my Caroline's.

Where did you get it?

Where did you get it?

Where did you get it?

- Sandra?

Is everything OK?

Ugh!

- Ugh.

- Stop!

Just stop!

This was supposed to be quick!

Just go!

- Hey, baby bird.

I didn't hear you come in.

Where were you?

- We had an emergency at the vet.

- Hey, what happened to your hand?

- Oh.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. - It's OK.

It's OK.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- It wasn't one of the good ones anyways.

It's all right.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, but we're going to have to let you go.

- Dr. Hanson, I'm so sorry.

OK, but working here with you, this

is all I've ever wanted to do.

Please, please, please, please, do not take that away from me.

- Devin Shaffer, 32, mother of three,

was found among the dead bodies totaling.

Almost 20 teenage girls were found decomposing in the woods.

Shaffer has been missing for over a month after a night

out with a friend.

Also discovered was a suitcase buried in a shallow grave

nearby, containing the remains of a 65-year-old woman.

Police suspect that the smell from the shallow grave

attracted several coyotes-- - Charlie!

- --who then unearthed the remains.

The body--

- Hey.

- You're not going to believe this.

They agreed to show my pottery at the local art show,

at the high school this Friday.

People from all over are going to see my work.

Isn't that great?

- Congratu-- congratulations, honey.

- Thanks for believing in me, baby bird.

- Hey, we should go camping.

- OK.

Yeah.

When?

- Now.

- But I just told you about the art show.

- Right.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I just.

I just thought camping would be nice.

- Yeah.

But this is a pretty big thing for me.

If this goes well, then, maybe I can open up

my own store or something.

And if that does well, maybe we can give grandma's house back

to my dad and get our own place, have somebody mow my lawn

for a change. - Yeah.

No, that's great.

I'm sorry.

We can go another time.

- You'll be there, right?

- Of course, honey.

I wouldn't miss it No, I'm so proud of you.

Hey, why don't you take a few days off of work?

Just really focus on your art for the show.

Just really wow them.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Just cut yourself off completely from the world and just really,

really focus on your work.

- I don't know if that is such a good idea.

I mean, we need the money.

- You'd sell your stuff at the show.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Positive thinking.

I like that.

I'm going to call my dad right now.

- No. It's OK, honey.

I'll tell him.

- OK.

All right, um, yeah.

- The following victims have been identified,

thanks to dental records.

They are all female and under 17 years old.

Some of the victims were known locally,

while others came from surrounding areas.

All of the victims were discovered nude

and buried in garbage bags.

Police suspect that many had been strangled to death.

The identified victims were reported missing by their family

within the last week.

The last reported missing only two months ago.

There are at least 11 victims who still need to be identified.

The level of decomposition is making

it difficult to identify the victims when no dental records

are available.

- Good word.

You really need to get that CPAP like I told you.

You were snoring so bad, you stopped breathing.

- So it looks like Devon barfed herself to death.

You want to split some wings? I barely had lunch.

We could do a pound of 911s.

- What do you-- how did--

why did she--

- Oh, it looks like she was poisoned.

They're still running some tests.

But we'll know soon enough, exactly what did it.

I heard you got fired from your job at the vet.

- Yeah.

So?

- So what happened?

Well, don't you already know what happened?

- Not really.

I mean, the doc just said that you were

kind of acting strange lately.

And then she alluded to the fact that your husband might

be giving you raccoon eyes. - Oh, my god.

Why do people always think bad things about John?

- John does bad things.

The guy is a creep and a child molester.

- He's not a child molester.

He was the same age as that girl.

- I'm not talking about that sex crime.

I'm talking about the 17-year-old whose hedges he was

trimming the other day.

- What are you talking about?

- A little Lolita on his route.

The guy stopped by to ask John where he was

the night Devon disappeared.

And then she comes out of the house

in this skimpy little bikini, saying that he

was with her that night.

- Bikini?

- Like a skimpy, tiny little bikini.

John pretty much admitted to fucking her,

just to prove his alibi.

I got the statement in my car if you want to see it.

- No.

- Real good guy you got there, Charlie.

- Oh, yeah?

You act like you're so much better than him, Dale.

I know what you're capable of.

- Hey.

Hey, I'd apologize for that.

- I must have missed that.

- What?

I mean, at least I'm not a killer.

- I'm not a killer.

- I meant your husband.

- Neither is he.

- So your boss-- well, I guess I'll say your former boss.

She filed a police report about a bottle of some missing drug

used for anesthetizing animals.

Like I said, we don't know exactly what poisoned Devon.

But it would be a real coincidence

if her tox screen came back and showed

traces of that same drug in her system.

Come on, Charlie.

Look, it's not just about Devon anymore.

It's about all those other girls, too.

They had families.

You really want to go down for Gilbert?

- If you had anything, Dale-- if you had anything at all,

you would have done something by now.

But you haven't.

So that means you got shit.

- So it just doesn't bother you at all?

- Of course it does.

- Well, then help me stop him before he does something to that

17-year-old kid.

- If John ever did anything, he doesn't do it anymore, OK?

He's different.

He's taken up pottery.

He even has an art show coming up.

- Are you being fucking serious right now?

- Yeah, I'm being fucking serious, Dale.

It's a really big deal for him.

- Wow.

Look, you're right.

OK?

I don't have anything.

I really don't.

In fact, this isn't even my case anymore.

They got big shots coming into town in a couple days

to take it over.

So you know with their hotshot investigators and their crime

labs, they'll figure out, soon enough, what's going on here.

Look, it's better for you.

Hell, it's better for John if you guys just cooperate with me.

Let's get ahead of this.

They got pottery classes in prison.

- Why would you help us?

- I don't give a shit about your psycho husband.

But I want to help you because.

I feel terrible about what I did to you in high school.

It bothers me so much that I can't even

look at my own daughter, since she became a teenager.

So maybe if I help you, I'll be able to look her in the eyes

again.

- I'm not testifying against her.

- I know. I know you don't have to.

Look, you let me search your house.

I find something solid.

I'll say you cooperated and then you

had no idea what he was up to.

- What are you doing here?

- I am a patron of the arts.

- Horse manure.

What do you want?

- Look, I'm sorry for being such a bitch before.

I guess I just like fucking with people, you know?

- It's not cool.

- I know.

I just wanted a little attention.

That's all.

Ever since my dad left, I have been

looking for a father figure, someone

to spank me when I'm bad.

Sorry.

Anyway, I know that you're not a bad guy

- Oh.

Well, thanks.

- So where's your wife?

- Gilbert, you sick fuck.

- That dog.

- She'll be here.

- Because I would never miss my husband's opening.

But I guess some people just can't appreciate great art.

- You think it's good?

- I love it.

I'm super impressed.

How much is this one?

- You want to buy it?

- Yes.

- I don't know.

What do you think is reasonable?

- A lot.

- No.

Hey!

Hey! No.

Stop. Stop.

My babies! My!

Babies!

No, no, no, no, no.

- Not that one? Please catch it.

No, mine. Here, catch.

No, mine.

- Why are you doing this to me?

- Time for a walk, little doggie.

- Charlie, please.

Look, I've got kids.

- I can't even look at you.

Fucking coward.

Turn around.

Turn around.

They won't be able to look at you either,

once I'm finished with you.

Now, beg.

Beg!

Good boy.

Now, piss yourself.

Piss yourself.

- I can't.

- Good boy.

Good boy.

Now, take the treat.

- What?

- Take the treat.

- Yeah.

You like that?

You like that?

Oh, yeah.

You like that.

You fucking like that?

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum.

You better swallow, bitch.

You better fucking swallow.

- Charlie, stop!

He's too heavy.

We'll never get him upstairs.

- OK, so what do you want to do?

- Give me the gun.

- No.

- OK, fine.

You get him up, then.

- Come on, boy.

Get, up

- Not a fucking chance.

If you don't go up those stairs, it's going to be a lot messier.

We'll have to hack you up into little pieces.

Maybe we sprinkle them around your daughter's bedrooms.

That's what I thought.

- Ugh!

- No, no.

Agh!

- Ugh!

- Where's Dax Karloff?

Turn over!

Ugh!

No.

I thought you quit.

- I thought you quit.

- He's got a family.

What are we going to do?

- Cut him up into tiny pieces, sprinkle them

around his daughter's bedrooms.

- A manhunt is underway to find Detective Karloff

after recent evidence was discovered,

which implicates him in the murders of 20 teenage girls.

The evidence, along with a written confession,

was discovered in Karloff's vehicle.

This also connects Karloff with the brutal slayings of Devon

Schaeffer and Sandra Wilkinson.

Wilkinson was the aunt of Caroline Prescott,

one of the victims found buried in the woods over a week ago.

Many of his colleagues on the police force

refused to believe that Karloff, father of two young girls,

is capable of committing these heinous crimes.

Hi.

- Uh!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm a creep.

I'm a freak.

I am not your cup of tea.

I am woke.

I'm asleep.

I'm a joke.

I'm a tease.

Make it cold.

I'm a freak.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Call me what you want.

Sticks and stones might break the home and your bitch's bones

when she gets the phone.

- Who's out there?

Yo, my mom is going to be home any minute.

- No, she won't.

She's staying at her boyfriend's tonight.

- What are you doing here?

- I want you to leave my husband alone.

- Why?

- You need to leave, OK?

You need to pack a bag, and you need to go somewhere far away.

- Yeah.

I'm like 17, so I don't even have a part-time job.

- This should help.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because us girls have to stick together.

- So, what, you're like jealous of me or something?

- No.

Girls like you come and go, sometimes quick, sometimes

not so much.

- Get the fuck out of my house.

Look, I'm sorry that your husband is a creep.

OK, but maybe you should be the one who's leaving.

- Wait.

- Get the fuck out of my house before I

call the cops on both of you.

Run, bitch.

Goodbye.

- Don't lie to me.

I know you've been stealing from me.

- Steal from you?

Never.

What would I steal from you?

You have nothing.

- Stealing my jewelry.

- What the--

Why is there a lock on the door?

What the fuck, Charlie?

- I tried to reason with her, John.

- How'd you get her here?

- I crushed up some Valium I stole from work

and put it in her spaghetti.

- Why did you bring her here?

- Well, because I couldn't kill her there.

And since she's been fucking with you for so long,

I wanted to fuck with her a little.

What?

I thought you went over there to kill her.

- Yeah.

But I changed my mind.

- Oh, sweetie, I'm not angry.

After spending five minutes with this bitch,

I wanted to kill her.

- Charlie, no.

- Hey, it's OK.

- It is?

- Yeah.

I'll kill her, so you don't have to.

- I'm going to let her out.

- What?

But why?

- Where's the key, Charlie?

- Why?

- Because I don't want you killing her.

Killing that meathead, Dale, your friend, some old lady--

I don't like what it's done to you.

- But she's going to tell.

- No, she won't.

We're cool, right?

She likes to watch me squirm.

- Excuse me?

- She gets off on messing with me, but she won't tell on us.

Because it'll ruin her fun, right?

- No.

No, John.

- You two are fucking sick.

And you, cat killer, you got a massive cock.

So I can see why she puts up with all your serial killing

and pottery.

- Tell her you won't tell anybody.

- Fucking bitch.

- What are you doing, Mia?

She's not playing.

This isn't a fucking joke.

- No, it isn't.

And I knew that you killed all those girls.

You know, I went to school with some of them.

So you're going to pay for what you did.

- What?

They weren't like close friends, right?

Give us a minute, OK?

Listen, I want to apologize for killing your friends

- Oh, I don't actually know any of those girls.

- What the fuck, then?

Why are you doing this?

- My mom said that I have to stay inside while you're around.

- What?

- That I have to stay inside.

And that I can't go outside while you're there.

Because you're some kind of pervert.

But she still hired you, anyway.

- That's not true.

That was a misunderstanding.

- I don't fucking care because that's not the point.

I should be able to do whatever I want, anytime I want to.

But, no, because I'm a girl, I can't wear a bathing suit

without getting creeped out.

And I can't walk around alone at night.

I can't go to my front porch.

I can't go to school because of fucks like you.

I don't like that you set the fucking rules around here.

So guess what, cat killer?

I set the fucking rules around here now, motherfucker.

- You got real problems.

- You going to finally do me, John?

I'm a little old for you, aren't I?

- What happened to you, baby bird?

- I'm doing this for us, baby.

- So am I.

- Shit, Charlie.

You almost hit me.

- Please, John, just let me kill her.

Then we can fuck on top of her dead body.

Wouldn't you like that, honey?

We can do her while she's still warm.

- I don't think that'd be very good for her marriage.

- Go ahead.

John.

You already broke my heart.

- I'm going to let her go.

- No.

- You almost killed me.

- I'm sorry, honey.

I got a little carried away.

But I still love you.

- OK, baby bird.

That was one of my favorites.

- Motherfucker.

- Go.

- What did you do?

- She's just sleeping.

- No, she's not.

You're fucking liars.

You killed her.

She's not even breathing.