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( ominous music plays )

( glass tinkling )

( owl hooting )

( hinges creaking )

( hinges creaking )

( clatter )

- ( bird squawks )
- Shh!

Check it out.

( laughter )

- There's nowhere
to get in.
- Jeez.

( laughter )

It's locked?

( clattering )

Wait. Come on, man.

Are you crazy?
You're gonna get us caught!

( chuckles )

( laughter )

I'm gonna get you.

Yeah?

( wood creaking )

( creaking continues )

( grunting )

( bottles rattling )

Hey, are you
okay, man?

I think so.

( chuckles )
This is crazy.

Can you get back up?

Uh, I don't know, man.
Just hold on.

( chuckles )

Dude, you're freaking
me out!

( wood creaking,
bottles rattling )

Dude, what's going
on down there?!
Where are you?!

Hold on!

I can't see you! You want us
to get some rope?

( gasping )

( screams )

( cell phone vibrating )

( sighs )

( cell phone beeps )

( sighs )

( siren wailing )

( helicopter whirring )

( tires screech )

( police radio chatter )

( engine shuts off )

( indistinct conversations )

Boy: We were just
fooling around, and...

and then when we started
chasing him, he ran.

- Way up ahead, right?
- That way?

Uh, and he just
fell through.

- Neil, where's Warren?
- He just freaked out.

In the command center.

I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Um, so... we were, like,
calling him for an hour after.

( police radio chatter )

( sighs )
Detective.

Still getting
used to that.

( chuckles )
You and me both.

Keep it tight.
This is a bad one.

Who's the lead
on this?

I'm the lucky duck.

Sorry.

Yeah. You may regret
your promotion.

Place has been abandoned
since the hospital closed--

what-- at least
20 years ago.

Pit was covered
with dirt and plywood.

Solid except for
a single panel that
popped out as an exit.

That's where the kid
fell through.

Why'd you leave tonight?

You were sleeping.
Seemed pointless to stay.

Next time, I'll leave
a note with a cookie.

Man:
You can go down now!

I'll go first.

( footsteps )

What is that?

Warren:
Wet mummification.

Killer bound the bodies,
put each in a bag,

tied the top.

When decomp started...

there's nowhere for
the fluids to go, so...

basically they pickled
in their own juices.

All women.

Young women.

At least we think
they are.

Warren:
These are all the items

that were found
next to the bodies.

Trophies, maybe.

Hey, check this out.

Oh.

Number six has a name.

"Annabelle Granger."

Contact next of kin.

You got it.

All women. In a pit.

God, it is
so much like...

The Gagnon case.

Yes. It's like Gagnon.

And you are?

Alex Wilson.

I teach crime scene
management at the academy.

This isn't exactly
a classroom.

Sergeant Warren is allowing
me to shadow her.

Who says
I'm not generous?

Yes, Captain Rossi
ordered me

to spend some time
in the field.

Maybe he thought
if you're teaching
crime scene management,

it'd be helpful to actually
work a crime scene.

Excuse me.

Ah.

You just got schooled.

Man: Yeah,
it's on the bottom.

Man:
The six bodies found last night
in an underground chamber...

- ( telephone ringing )
- ...near the abandoned
Fremont State Mental Hospital

have still not
been identified.

Police sources say
the skeletal remains...

( overlapping conversations )

Yeah. I can get that
for you. Great.

Warren:
The Gagnon case.

In 1992, 17-year-old
Catherine Gagnon

was kidnapped
by Richard Umbrio.

Her mistake that day?

A fondness for dogs.

Umbrio claimed
he had lost his puppy.

This is why
I do not own a pet.

Gagnon was held captive
in an underground pit

and raped for 30 days.

Hunters stumbled across
the pit. She was rescued.

Umbrio was arrested shortly
thereafter, convicted,

and died in prison in 1998.

So, you're saying
Umbrio did this?

- No, I'm saying there
are similarities.
- Such as?

Well, obviously,
they both kept women
in underground pits.

Dodge:
Umbrio's pit was 4x6,

probably a manually
enlarged sinkhole.

Our subject used
a 10x20 chamber,

complete with
wood reinforcements.

The same,
but different.

Except for
the supplies--

the ladder, plywood cover,
plastic bucket.

Each item
exactly the same.

It's a bigger chamber,
more furniture,

including
the rocking chair.

Umbrio kidnapped
one known victim.

Our subject, six.

Were they abducted
all at once

or individually
over a span of time?

Were they related?

Did their time
in the chamber overlap?

Were they even
alive down there?

What about
Annabelle Granger?

You releasing
her name?

Neil? Were you able
to find next of kin?

No.

Then, yes. Maybe somebody
will find us.

All right.
You got two hours.

Go home. Take a shower.

Enjoy it.

Enjoy wearing
fresh clothes.

And if anybody needs
to sit this one out,

now would be the time
to say something.

Didn't think so.

We're off to the races.

I know it's been a long
time, but I'm wondering

if you noticed any
of these things missing

about the same time
she disappeared--

a lip gloss called,
uh, Satin Pink.

I-- I understand, ma'am.

Do you remember
the boyfriend's name?

After the last phone call,
did you notice

any unusual activity
on your credit card?

Okay, was it anywhere
in the state?

Yes, ma'am, I do know
about the bodies.

How can I help you?

How old was she
when she ran away?

What was she wearing?

- Neil.
- Yeah?

What's up?

Whitley tells me
your mom's in the hospice.

Uh, she is.

- Should you be here?
- Yes.

This is me being nice.
I'm not gonna ask
a third time.

Yeah, I'm-- I'm fine.

How many calls
have we received?

( chuckles )

Wow.

We had one woman
calling from Seattle

about her missing sister.

She's been gone
since 1962.

( sighs )

Give Cahill a break and make
sure no one works the phones

for more than
an hour at a time.

Right.

Um, oh. Also, some guy, uh,
named Charlie Marvin called,

said he used to work
at the hospital.

Has some history
to share.

Thanks.

Hey.

She gave you a desk?

You don't have one?

It's coming.

Oh, yeah. Right.

I mean, you've
been a detective for,
what, 20 seconds?

She at least
give you a chair?

- ( whistles )
- What's up?

You missing something?

Not mine.

Give it.

- You.
- ( both chuckle )

- I miss you.
- I'm right here.

Should I send you
some flowers or something
just to prove it?

I think we're
way past flowers.
( sighs )

You know what? If you want
to make me really happy,

find me a decent roast beef
sandwich in this town.

( chuckles )

We need to get a list
of patients

and administrators
from the hospital.

Place has been
abandoned for decades.

Start with this guy--
Charlie Marvin.

Claims he knows history.

Sergeant Warren?

Yes?

Wow.

Sorry. Sorry, you look
just like someone else.

The, um... the officer
at the desk--

he sent me back here.
It's about those bodies.

If you want to make
a missing persons report--

No, no, I don't
want to make a report.

I'm Annabelle Granger.

Where did you
find that?

Is this yours?

Yes.

It was a gift.

From who?

I have no idea.
I was a kid.

Someone started leaving
lots of little things--

toys, really
meaningless stuff,

all wrapped in brown paper
outside our door.

And then one day,
that necklace shows
up on our porch.

What year was that?

It was, um, right before
we moved to Florida.

1994.

I loved that necklace.

My father went crazy
when he saw it.

He, um...

he made me give him all the
other things that I'd gotten,

but I didn't want
to give him that.

I got to pick one thing
that meant something to me

- before leaving
for Florida.
- So you kept this?

No. I-- I gave
that to Dori.

Dori Petracelli.
She lived next door.

She was like an older
sister to me.

I loved her.
She was my best friend.

I was leaving forever.

I wanted her to have
the necklace, so I, um...

I gave it to her
and never said goodbye.

Did you find that
on a body?

Is that why you
thought it was me?

We can't comment on
an active investigation.

Was it Dori?

Is that who
you found? Please.

We don't
actually know.

It'll take weeks
to identify a body.

Why did you move
to Florida?

Um, I-- I don't know.

Someone was following us.

Who?

I don't know.

Terrified my father.

Well, you never asked?

I asked a million times.

My father would never
give me the details.

I asked up until
the day he died.

When was that?

He was killed
a couple years ago.

Killed how?

In an apartment fire.

What about
your mother?

She died when
I was three.

You gotta
help us out here.

You must remember
something.

All I know is we would live
one place for a while,

and then we'd move,
change names.

For all I know, my father
could have changed my name

before it was Annabelle.

What does it say
on your birth certificate?

( chuckles )
I have lots of them.

All with different names.

I was Annabelle here,

Linda in Florida,
Jennifer in Wisconsin.

What about
a driver's license?

Social Security card?
Family photo?

Nothing.

I have no connection

to anything or anyone.

You're claiming
to be a dead girl,

but you have no
identification

to back it up,
not even a scrapbook.

Look, when I was 13,
I was Annabelle Granger.

One day, I come home
from school

and I have 15 minutes
to pack.

Goodbye, Annabelle,
hello, Linda.

This is very hard
to believe.

You're the cops.
You-- you figure it out.

My father-- he was a
professor at the university.

Russell Walt Granger.

We lived at 282 Oak Street
in Arlington until 1994.

Look it up.
There'll be a record.

A family just
disappears overnight?

I'm pretty sure
you'll have a file on that.

Why didn't you
look it up yourself?

I'm invisible.

If I ask questions,
I come out in the open,

and I become prey
for someone I don't know.

Did you ever visit
Fremont State Hospital?

No.

Okay.

I'll take her downstairs,
have her photographed.

Just one more thing.

Does the name Catherine Gagnon
mean anything to you?

No.

How about
Richard Umbrio?

No.

All right.
We'll be in touch.

This way.

Man: All right.
That should be fine.

Hey! Where's the list
of missing girls?

Here you go.
( sighs )

( sighs )

Really? You didn't
think to alphabetize?

Well, we did it
chronologically,

by the year
they went missing.

What year did Annabelle
say she moved?

Uh, 1994.

Nice.

Hello.
Dori Petracelli.

Missing
October 19, 1994.

That means Umbrio couldn't
have been the killer.

- Unh-unh.
- He was already
in prison.

Then the killer's
still out there.

( beeping )

Two women who look
so much alike,

in the same city,
targeted by madmen

who keep them
underground.

Annabelle's connected
to the murderer.

She may not know
who he is, but...

he knows her.

Nothing is random.

( children playing )

So, what's the story
with you and Bobby?

There is no story.

Are you two
on or off?

( chuckles )
It's none of
your damn business.

Sure, it is.

A personal relationship
can cloud your judgment.

My judgment
is never clouded.

What if I told you that
I saw Detective Dodge

snorting a line of coke at
the crime scene last night?

I mean, we were all pretty
traumatized by those girls.

How do you know
I'm lying?

I know Bobby Dodge.
He's rock solid.

Before making detective,
he was a sniper in
Special Tactics.

He would not
be traumatized.

You are lying.

Sleeping with him
for almost a year.

You ask him to be
on the team. Why?

We are done with
this conversation.

- Who told you about
me and Bobby?
- Everyone.

I also heard that
you like Italian food.

Man!
People talk a lot.

Wait till you try
my pasta puttanesca.

We are not having
dinner together.

Ever.

( knocking on door )

They're not home.

- Hello, sir.
- ( water shuts off )

I'm, uh, Detective Warren.
This is Detective Wilson.

How long have you lived
in the neighborhood,

Mr., uh...

Evans.
About 20 years.

You remember the family
that used to live in
this house, the Grangers?

- Evans: Russell Granger was
kind of a troublemaker.
- Warren: How so?

He was convinced that someone
was stalking his daughter.

Called the cops all the time,
told the whole neighborhood

that someone was
leaving gifts for her.

He had everyone
pretty upset.

You thought
he was paranoid.

Yes, sir, I did.

And he spread his
paranoia like a virus.

One day, my wife, Nancy,
notices a van parked

outside of
the Grangers' house.

It's a white van.
Came and went for days.

Next thing,
he claims someone tried

to break into
his daughter's bedroom.

"Red alert! Red alert!"
He goes into overdrive.

Nancy starts wondering

maybe there is something to
this whole stalker business.

Was there?

I thought he was doing it all
himself, for attention.

Almost had Nancy
convinced.

Then Mrs. Watts
across the street

tells somebody that
she has mice in her attic--

big mice. Mice that move
all the time.

Russell calls the cops.

This time,
they found something.

Everybody thought
Granger was crazy

until they found a nest
in the neighbor's attic.

In it, they found
these items--

sleeping bag,

flashlight, a can opener,
three bottles of water,

and a plastic gallon bucket
that was used as a latrine.

Yeah. Please tell me we have
that plastic bucket in evidence.

Oh, we should
be so lucky.

Anyhow, if the neighbor
is freaked out by
the unknown guest,

Russell Granger basically wants
to deploy the National Guard.

And it gets worse

when the detectives
find these.

All taken
by the peeping Tom.

Granger accuses the neighbors
of harboring perverts.

A few days later,

the necklace appears on
their porch, and they move.

Case dies
a natural death.

But if Dori Petracelli
went missing a week later,

didn't that raise
a few eyebrows?

She didn't disappear
from her house.

She was in Lawrence
visiting her grandparents.

- Different jurisdiction.
Connection was never made.
- Oh. Yeah.

The Petracellis moved away
years ago. No one's heard
from them since.

Nothing is random.

( sighs )

Annabelle was the target,
Dori the consolation prize.

Something like that.

What'd you find
at the university?

The dean of the math department
barely remembered him.

Uh, Granger was an adjunct
professor from '91 to '94.

He was remarkably
unremarkable.

What was his excuse
for quitting?

Personal reasons.

Uh, but there is one guy,
though, a Dr. Schuepp,

who was sort of friendly
with Granger.

He's at a conference in Berlin
and will be back in a few days.

I've already, uh,
left him four messages.

- A fifth never hurt.
- Yeah.

What is this?

It's one of the gifts
left for Annabelle.

She was targeted by a
sophisticated stalker.

If her father hadn't
been so paranoid,

it'd be her body down
in that pit instead of Dori's.

There's one
other thing.

Catherine Gagnon called.

She wants to meet Annabelle.

Of course I remember
getting those little gifts,

but I thought it was
just some kid.

I didn't know
I had a stalker.

When you lived
on Oak Street,

there were police
at your house

talking to your father,
taking reports.

How's it even possible

that you never picked up
on being stalked?

My father
explained it away.

And, no, I don't
remember what he said.

I was taught to forget.

Every time we moved,

I had to forget who
I was and start new.

And you never found
that a little strange?

( laughing )
Of course I did!

I thought my father
was completely delusional.

But I was a kid.
What was I supposed to do?

He was all I had.

( children shouting )

( chuckles )
Just in time.

- Working late.
- Yeah. Just for you.

- Oh, thanks, Ben.
- Later.

See ya.

You actually know the name
of your delivery guy?

It's fabric.
I get a lot of it.

He's probably the closest
thing I have to a friend.

It's even sadder
when I say it out loud.

Wow.

You make all this?

Yep.

You can actually earn
a living sewing quilts?

You'd be surprised.
People pay a lot for quilts.

How do you come up
with the colors?

Um, it depends.

Sometimes the client's
really specific.

Other times,

they have no idea
and it's up to me.

I don't think you're here
to talk about quilting.

Okay.

So, you don't know
your story.

Someone else has to
know something about you.

Grandparents,
aunts, uncles?

My father
was an orphan.

My mother's parents died

right after I was born.

Mom died a little later.

How?

Overdose.

Do you wonder why?

Living with him.

Hey.

What do you say we go
get something to eat?

I could kill for
a pizza right now.

( kids splashing
in pool )

Nice neighbors.

You know what
my dream is?

To get married, have a name
that's permanent...

- a house,
white picket fence...
- ( order bell dings )

...a place
that's mine forever.

That's nice...

considering my dream
is to have

a decent parking space.

- ( chuckles )
- It's good to dream.

Yeah, well, it's better than
running from a nightmare.

I have plenty of those.

I imagine you've seen
some pretty terrible things.

Things that shouldn't
be discussed over pizza.

Unlike the light chitchat
of me being stalked as a child?

( chuckles )

I was in special tactics

with the state police
before becoming detective.

Special tactics?

I used to shoot people.

So, when did you
become a detective?

My first case.

Sergeant Warren
asked me to work it.

I want to go
where Dori died.

- No, you don't.
- I owe it to her.

Do yourself a favor--
remember your friend

for everything that
made you love her,

not how she died.

There's something else.

Dori went missing in 1994.
Everyone's sure of that date.

There was another case
two years before that.

A man named
Richard Umbrio.

You asked me
about him before.

He kidnapped a 17-year-old
and kept her in a pit.

Probably would
have killed her

if a couple of hunters
hadn't stumbled across her.

- She's alive?
- Yes, she is.

And she looks
just like you.

Catherine Gagnon
thinks that if you guys
look so much alike,

with the whole pit thing,
there might be a connection.

She wants to meet you.

I don't want
to meet her.

Look, I think all
she wants to know

is that if there were other
victims, she wasn't alone.

- No.
- ( gate hinges creak )

Oh, Mr. Foster, I'm sorry
to keep bugging you,

but the light?

Yeah.
I'll get to it.

That's a nice guy.

I'll meet this Gagnon woman
under one condition.

While there has still been

no official comment
from police brass,

sources close
to the investigation

say the bodies of the six
victims remain unidentified.

- Go ahead.
- The property belonging
to one Annabelle Granger...

( police radio chatter )

( gasps )

( baby crying )

( breathing shakily )

( wood creaking )

( sighs )

When I was little...

Dori used to sing to me.

She used to read to me
"Goodnight Moon."

( wood creaks )

Her favorite flavor
of popsicle was grape.

She taught me to dance.

No one should die
like this.

No.

( inhales sharply )

( breathing sharply )

I am the one
who caused this.

If I hadn't given her
that damn locket...

she...

( gasps )

Can we go up now?

( police radio chatter )

There you go.

Whoa, whoa. I got you.
I got you. Come on.

Just breathe.
Sit right over here.

- There you go. Okay?
- Officer: This is a crime
scene, and you cannot be here.

- I understand.
- This is a secure area.
You cannot be here.

- Dodge: Just breathe.
- I worked at this hospital.

- ( police radio chatter )
- ( sobbing )

I'm sorry, sir,

but it's like I told you
today and yesterday,

- you're gonna
have to leave.
- Excuse me.

You look like you're
somebody in charge.

Um, my name's
Charlie Marvin.

I used to work
at this hospital.

Charlie Marvin.
The man with history.

Sergeant Warren.
It's all right.

Sorry.

When I heard about those
six girls they found up here,

it shook me right up.

I-- I worked
for nearly 10 years here

- as an attendant nurse.
- Mm-hmm.

Back then, we had
1,800 patients, 16 and up.

Black, white, rich, poor.
Crazy knows no boundaries.

Well, the person
we're looking for

would have had access
to the grounds.

Were the patients allowed out,
or should we focus on staff?

Wasn't much difference.

After some time,
most of the staff forgot

what life was like
outside the hospital walls,

became as nutty
as the patients.

You do know what happened
here in 1985, right?

- To Inge Lovell?
- No.

Young nurse, pretty.

Murdered in the woods.

No one was ever
even arrested.

Most people thought
it was Christopher Eola.

- Not me, though.
- Who?

( chuckles )

I, uh, guess it's time
you saw my list.

Started, uh,
writing down memories

after I heard
about those girls.

Wilson:
Uh, Christopher Eola?

Uh, yes. Um...

came from a wealthy family,

committed in the '70s.

Smart.
Really social kid.

Learned the system--

hours, shifts,
dinner breaks, medications.

Nobody put it together
until after Inge's death,

but attendants had been
falling asleep on their shifts.

They found out later
he'd been mixing

stolen Thorazine
into the attendants' food.

What happened to Eola?

Uh, they didn't
have enough

to arrest him
for Inge's murder.

He was eventually
kicked out

after organizing
a patients' revolt.

He was transferred
to Bridgewater,

which handles
the criminally insane.

Do you know why he was
initially committed to Fremont?

I don't.
Had to be bad, though.

Did they ever find
Inge's killer?

No.

And like I said,
I don't think
it was Eola.

I think it was, uh, Schmidt.
Adam-- Adam Schmidt.

Right, right.
What was he in for?

He wasn't a patient. He was
one of the other attendants.

Why do you think
it was him?

He was, uh, fired

after he was found sleeping
with one of the patients.
( scoffs )

- He was definitely a guy
- ( door opens )

who couldn't keep
his business in his pants.

Hey, can I, uh,
talk to you for a sec?

Excuse me.

Did, uh...

did anything good ever
happen at this hospital?

- ( door closes )
- ( chuckles ) Yes. Um, sure.

All the time.

There was this one kid--
Benji.

Police brought him in
off the streets.

Wouldn't talk.
An animal, really.

And two years after that,
he was admitted

to a private prep school
during the day,

- graduated, moved on.
- ( door opens )

Warren:
That's it for now.

Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

Detective Wilson
will get your contact info.

I'm, uh,
pretty easy to find.

I volunteer most days
at the Pine Street Mission

- helping the homeless.
- Great.

Hey, you're on
Christopher Eola

from the moment
he left the hospital.
Where did he go?

What did he do?
Where is he now?

Bobby, get the list of
missing girls from the hotline.

See if there's any tie
to Fremont, Umbrio,

Eola, or Russell Granger.
And find out what happened

to Adam Schmidt
after he was fired.

- Anything else?
- Yeah, run a background check

on Charlie Marvin
while you're at it.

You.
Go see your mother.

And you are coming
with me.

We found Dori's mom,
and she wants to see you.

Mrs. Petracelli?

- I'm not sure that's
such a good idea.
- Excuse me.

I know you.

Um, I don't think so.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Uh, well, my mistake.
Sorry.

He worked
at the hospital.

Are you sure you've
never been there?

Maybe with your father?

Until today,
I've never been there.

All right.
Let's do this.

Thank you for letting me

look at these,
Mrs. Petracelli.

Well, you're old enough
to call me Ruth.

What do you remember
about Annabelle and
her family moving?

We were all
very surprised.

We'd been
good friends.

Dori, of course,
was devastated.

But now I understand
your father's desire
to keep you safe.

Did Mr. Granger seem
paranoid to you?

Yes, until we found out
that someone had been living

in Mrs. Watts' attic.

We started talking
about moving ourselves,

especially
after you left.

That's what we were doing
that week.

I sent Dori to my parents,
and, uh...

( sniffles )
...we were house-hunting.

We almost got away.

( chuckles )
Doesn't get easier.

( inhales deeply )
You tell yourself it will.

It doesn't.

Warren:
Did Mr. Granger know
Dori had gone missing?

Well, I don't know.

I never talked with him
after that last phone call.

And by the time
he came back,

we were so consumed
with detectives and FBI.

He came back?

I never saw him,
but I heard later

that he had to wrap up
things at the university.

( gasps )

Oh.

This is me.

( chuckles )

We look so normal.

We were normal.

This proves I was here.

I belonged.

I had an ordinary life.

May I keep this?

Of course.

( dog barking )

* So I stand here alone

* Safe from the unknown

* Just waiting
for the light *

* To arrive

* And I can't be heard

* 'Cause the curvature
of the Earth *

* Protects me
from the very thing *

* I desire...

( vocalizing )

( police radio chatter )

Hey.
Got word on Schmidt.

He died a year
before Dori disappeared.

My kind of suspect--
dead and gone.

How'd it go with
Mrs. Petracelli?

Russell Granger came back
after they moved.

So he knew about
Dori's abduction.

- He just didn't
tell Annabelle.
- So?

So, here's a guy
who's freaked out

about her getting
a plastic pony,

but he doesn't use
their neighbor's kidnapping

as the ultimate
cautionary tale?

Doesn't fit.

Let's talk about
this over dinner.

Oh, you go ahead.

Ah, come on. You got to
eat sometime, right?

I ate yesterday
and all last week.

Why do you do that?

Every time we get close,
you pull back.

( chuckles )

You know me well.
I'll give you that.

What if I want more?

( scoffs )
Don't be such a girl.

( chuckles )

I'm sorry.

- I-- I just can't
do this now.
- Now?

You can't do this now
because you have this case

that seems to fill in
all the cracks

and you don't feel
so lonely.

But what happens after?

I don't know.

We got to move forward
or not.

( cell phone rings )

But we got to move
in some direction.

- ( beeps )
- Dodge.

Great.

Thank you. I will.

- ( beeps )
- That was Annabelle.

She's ready to meet
Catherine Gagnon.

( door closes )

( sighs )

( children playing )

( clock chiming )

Wait here, please.

What a dump.

Well...

...the cavalry
has arrived.

( Warren chuckles )
Mrs. Gagnon.

I'm Sergeant Warren.
This is Detective Dodge.
And this is--

You must be Annabelle.

You have
a lovely home.

Mmm. Consolation prize
from a wealthy ex-husband.

I do see a resemblance.

Curious-- two crimes,
so similar,

with two girls who look
so much alike.

Hmm. Can't be
a coincidence.

Of course
it could be.

But...

that's what we're here
to talk about, isn't it?

We're here because you
wanted to meet Annabelle.

That's why she's here.

You'rehere
because you think
I'll remember something,

something about Umbrio

that ties all these
random pieces together.

So, please,
have a seat.

Thank you.

What do you
remember?

I was 17...

when I was kidnapped

in May of 1992
by Richard Umbrio.

I was rescued.
He was arrested.

There was
a trial in 1993.

He died in prison.

Had you ever been to the
Fremont State Mental Hospital

before 1994?

I've never
even heard of it.

Before or after.

What about Umbrio?

If he had, he didn't
mention it to me.

And if he had...

then I would have heard
about it, wouldn't I?

Did he ever mention
anyone he was close to

or maybe bring
a visitor to the pit?

Like a friend?

He had no friends.

Why do you think
he kept me alive so long?

He tried to kill me
every day.

Wrapping his big,
sweaty hands around
my throat...

then, at the last second,

letting go.

Compassion?
Kindness? No.

He did it because
I was all he had.

He had no friends.

What was the pit like?

It wasn't new.

He told me he'd found it
exploring the woods.

It was a place to get away
from his parents.

And, of course, to keep
his personal sex slave.

So, now that you've heard
my sad little tale,

anything ring a bell?

Did you know him?

- No.
- She survived
being stalked

by a man in
the early '90s.

As to whether or not
that's Umbrio,

that's still yet
to be determined.

So this was
a waste of time.

Catherine.

Are you absolutely sure

it was Umbrio
who kidnapped you?

You have got to
be kidding me.

Dead serious.

We have six bodies
also found underground,

and at least one of them came
after Umbrio was in prison.

Is there
even a possibility

that because you were
very young and traumatized,

you ID'd Umbrio because
he looked like your assailant

and that that man
is still out there?

I ID'd Umbrio
because it was Umbrio.

For 28 days,
he was my hell.

I ate because
he gave me food.

I drank because
he gave me water.

In exchange for that...

he did unspeakably
vile things to my body.

I think we're done here.

( sighs )

Catherine.

Catherine,
I'm so sorry.

We didn't mean
to upset you.

It would have been so much
easier for both of us.

What would have been?

If Umbrio had been
your stalker.

You would have had
some answers,

and I wouldn't feel like
it had just been me,

that I had done
something...

that I was the only
one he wanted.

What happened to you
was not your fault.

I know that.

You survived.

( wind chimes tinkling )

Do you love
your parents?

They're dead.

What did your
father do?

Oh, he was
a mathematician.

Mine repaired
appliances.

I never forgave them
for what happened to me,

for not protecting me.

You think I survived.

I died in that hole.

You should go now.

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.
- I'm sorry.

It's okay.
I can help you.

Who is that?

My father.

You said he was
a mathematician.

He was.

Don't lie to me.

I met him.
Twice, in fact.

He was with the FBI.

Her father came to see me

while I was still
in the hospital.

- Dodge: So, that would be
November 1992.
- Yes.

He flashed a badge at me,
said he was FBI,

and then he showed me
a picture.

I was hopeful because
no one had made an attempt

to identify my attacker.

But it wasn't Umbrio.

( camera shutter clicks )

And when I told
Mr. Special Agent that,

he didn't take it well.

He kept asking me
if I was sure.

It's as if he had
a personal stake

attached to whoever
was in that photo.

- May I go now?
- ( key clacks )

Dodge:
She goes on to say
that the FBI agent

came back
to double-check.

Why would Russell Granger
pretend to be an FBI agent

two years before Annabelle
had a stalker?

Could have
been a cover.

Lull her into thinking
that he had a suspect

just to hear the details
of how Umbrio had done it.

Why?

Because maybe he was planning
on doing the same thing.

Come on.

Granger goes to talk
to Catherine

and learns how Umbrio kept
a girl hidden in a pit.

Two years later,
he has his neighbors think

that Annabelle
is being stalked.

And while everyone
is concerned with Annabelle,

the girl next door
is kidnapped.

Annabelle's stalker
was never found.

And Granger supposedly
burns up in a fire.

- "Supposedly"?
- The coroner's report

said that Annabelle
ID'd her father's body

based on a ring
he was wearing.

No dental records.
Guy never went to the dentist.

I mean, it could be anyone
in that fire.

You've got to be kidding me.
You're saying Granger
killed someone else,

set fire to his apartment,
knowing that his daughter
would identify his wedding band?

Stranger things
have happened.

When are we talking to
the guy who knew him
at the university?

Dr. Schuepp?
He's back on Monday.

I want to know...

did he run because
of something he feared...

or because of something
he did?

( cell phone beeping )

Hmm?

( sighs )

( sniffs )

Neil?

Don't you have someplace
to be for the next hour?

Yeah, I called
Bridgewater Hospital.

- Eola was released in 1988.
- Go visit your mother.

That's six years before
the Petracelli girl was killed.

Six years, six girls--
one for each year.

And here's something else.

I cross-checked
the date Dori was taken.

Five other girls
were abducted

within a day of October 19th
over six years.

- You do good work.
- I know.

And it will all still be here
if you take that hour.

- Steve. You finally
ID those girls?
- Not yet.

Well, it's not like we have
to know who the victims
actually are or anything.

They were mummified.
I couldn't tell you

what decade they died in,
let alone who they were.

- You're worthless as an ME.
- And you're a pain in the ass.

What is the pillow talk like
between the detective

and the medical examiner,
anyway?

We, um, usually don't talk
about work.

Take him
to see his mom.

- I'm good here.
- I know you are.

I know how easy it is
to focus on work.

I am the master
of avoiding feelings.

You are not.
Go see her.

( sniffs )

Oh, um, one other thing.
Eola's parents called.

They agreed to meet at
their lawyer's tomorrow.

( crickets chirping )

( panting )

( keys jingle )

( gasps )

( both chuckle )

- You scared me.
- Sorry. You scared me.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thanks.

- Good night.
- Good night.

( knocks )

- Mm-hmm?
- Trying to find a pattern.

( sighs )

I know it's
in there somewhere.

( cell phone rings )

- ( beeps )
- Bobby?

- No. The ME.
- Oh.

Well, does he finally have
an ID on our bodies?

( sighs )

Neil's mom died
20 minutes ago.

Well, it's good
he was with her.

It's quiet.

Yeah. I gave everybody
a few hours off.

Wow. You are full
of surprises,
Sergeant Warren.

What's that?

Pasta puttanesca.

( chuckles )

No, I'm--
I'm good to go.

That's been there
since yesterday.

I like it that way.

( sighs )

( siren wails in distance )

( office telephone ringing )

( chuckles )
What? I was hungry.

Clearly.

And it tastes like there's
actual food in this.

I'm hoping
to win you over.

Don't.

Right.

The whole Bobby
of it all.

You're obsessed
with that.

Do you have any idea
how good I am at my job?

Not really.

I am one of the best
crime scene analysts, period.

That isn't bragging.
It's a fact.

You...

are a crime scene.

Mm.
This is gonna be fun.

You sleep with Bobby because
you're afraid of being alone.

But you stay free
of any emotional complication

to avoid rejection,
judgment.

People have probably
been questioning you
your entire life.

Beautiful woman,
male profession--

what's wrong with her?

So it's easier
to stay clear

of any intimate relationship
where you are being judged,

like getting involved
with Bobby.

The whole Bobby
of it all.

You're not that good
at your job.

I like being alone.

What? You're incapable
of falling in love?

I am in love...

with this,
with what I do.

Everyone needs a
connection, D.D.

To feel like
they belong to someone.
That they matter.

Thank you for dinner.

Got some work
I've got to do

before our meeting
with the Eolas.

I understand.

( sighs )

I want the record
to show how much I resent
this meeting.

Why all the
finger-pointing
at my son?

There is no
finger-pointing,
Mr. Eola.

We're just trying
to interview

as many patients from
Fremont as possible.

My clients are willing
to cooperate, Sergeant.

But there are some matters
that occurred decades ago

that are
highly sensitive.

I will try and only use
my nice voice.

( sighs )

Mr. Eola, I would
love to know

how your son ended up
at Fremont.

It happened three days

after his 20th
birthday in 1980.

You want to
know why, right?

That would be helpful.

What I tell you must not
leave this room.

I can't promise
you that.

( sighs )

When...

Christopher
was a child,

we had a nanny.

Au pair.

Gabrielle,
our au pair,

started having sex with
our 12-year-old son.

( door creaks )

( boy gasps )

And after you
discovered this?

We fired her.

But Christopher--

he'd been seduced
by that Belgian twit.

He was never the same
after that.

He was obsessed
with her.

We had to put him
on antidepressants.

Things got better
for a while.

Mr. Eola:
Until we found out
he was killing squirrels

- and hiding
them in his bed.
- ( gasps )

He was 17.

We sent him to Europe
for two years.

Going back, what happened
three days after his birthday?

Oh.

We were away up in New York.
We came back a day early.

When we walked in,

he was--

( sighs )

we found him
forcing his sister...

into sex acts.

When he saw us,
he said...

"Thanks, Dad. She's much
better than Gabrielle."

( girl whimpering )

I know this has been
terrible for your family.

You don't know.

You have no idea the hell
we've been through.

True.

We, uh, just have
a couple more questions.

What did Gabrielle
look like?

I don't know.

Sir, just the basics.
Anything could help.

Height, weight,
eye color?

( sighs )

Red hair.

Blue eyes.

Fair skin.

Mr. Eola, Christopher
was an adult.

How did you get him
to willingly go along
with the commitment?

I paid him.

What do you mean?

Well, it had to be
a voluntary commitment.

Otherwise, the police
would be involved,

and I didn't want to subject
his sister to that.

So-- so I
made a deal.

If Christopher
went to Fremont,

I would release the inheritance
from his grandfather's estate

when he turned 28.

How much would that be?

Over $15 million.

( music playing )

Anything left in there?

Feel free to lick
the bowl.

Okay, so Christopher
is released

from Bridgewater in 1988.

He has $15 million--

plenty to live a very good
life under the radar.

Yeah, while killing young
women who look like his nanny.

Au pair.

Anything come up on the guy
from Fremont-- Benji?

Nah, he's either been
a good boy

or he's pretty damn smart
at not getting caught.

Mm. My Spidey-sense
is not tingling.

I like Eola better.

Yeah? What about
Annabelle's dad?

Still on the list.

( sniffs )

God, I stink.

Yeah, about that...

how long has it been
since you showered?

Three days.

( chuckles )
Four days.

( music continues )

* What you meant to me...

( water running )

* What you meant to me

* Welcome to the past

* I hope all your dreams
of loved ones last *

* And I pray that you're
always in love *

* And your wishes are granted
by God up above. *

Are you ever gonna invite
me over to your place?

I don't have
any furniture.

I'm not coming over
for the sofa.

Neil will be
back tomorrow.

Yeah? You think
he's rushing it a bit?

Well, he's taking
the time he needs.

If my mom died, I'd be
at work the same day.

But I never
got along with her,

so it wouldn't be
that big a deal.

I didn't even know
you had parents.

That's the most personal
thing you've ever told me.

Hmm.

Night.

Good night.

( cell phone rings )

- ( phone beeps )
- Sergeant Warren.

( man's distorted voice )
Return the necklace

or another girl dies.

What necklace?

You know
what necklace.

Meet me at the hospital
tomorrow-- 3:33 A.M.

Wear the necklace
and come alone.

3:33 A.M.?

Are you sure
you don't want to be

a little more specific
than that?

Just seems kind of like
a weird time to meet.

( clicks )

Hello?

Good morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

What do we have on Eola?

Well, we know that he has
a Swiss bank account,

so I got to call out to
the State Department and try
to track down his passport.

But it's hard to get ahold
of anybody on a Saturday.

Let's reach out to Interpol,
too. Let's trace his funds.

Better yet, let's see if we can
freeze his assets altogether.

Declare Eola
a terrorist.

- ( laughs )
- Huh?

I'm not kidding.

The Swiss government doesn't
care about homicide.

But you write a report
saying Eola's stolen some
high-grade plutonium,

you'll have his assets
frozen immediately.

( laughs )
What?

When you have,
uh, insomnia,

you tend to, uh, watch
a lot of Discovery Channel

in the middle
of the night.

Anyone else?

Yeah, no progress from the
ME's office on identifying
the bodies.

They have a specialist
in wet mummification
coming over from Ireland.

Dodge: You mean they're
sending over a leprechaun?

Neil: They found bodies
in similar condition

in peat bogs
over there.

Okay, then.
That's it for now.

Glad to have you back.

( hinges creaking )

( wind whistling )

( bird squawking )

( dog barking )

Now, now, now!

( gunshots )

I'm blocked! I'm blocked!
I have no shot!

( barking )

( grunting )

Ah! Ah!

Shoot!

I don't have
a clear shot.

Alex, shoot now!

( dog whimpers )

( panting )

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Let me see.
- It's okay.

( siren wails )

We should call EMS.

Mm. You were an EMT.

Let's not waste
taxpayers' dollars.

When's the last time
you had a tetanus shot?

Couple years ago.

10 years ago.

- Yeah, well,
you'll need one.
- ( winces )

All right, you're gonna
be pretty sore tomorrow,

but you'll live.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

There's no signs
of a human intruder,

but we found a cage
about 200 yards back,
set with a timer.

For 3:33?

Yep.

I don't get it.

Making me wear the necklace
made some kind of sense--

give the guy
a cheap thrill.

- Why go through all this?
- Exactly.

It's like attacking me
via remote.

Our guy doesn't
like things remote.

He's up close
and personal.

Trophies with the girls,

stalking Annabelle
by leaving her gifts.

Oh, very personal.

This was calculated,
contrived, sophisticated.

I mean, it's as if he wanted
to show you how smart he was.

It's something
Eola would do.

Let's keep searching
the grounds.

We'll need dogs and choppers
to cover all this.

- He can hide out for days.
- ( sighs )

I will keep
searching the grounds.

Why so elaborate?

Because he knows
we're getting close.

No.
It's something else.

He knew I'd come.

And he knew I wouldn't
come by myself.

Look, we're all here.
And Annabelle's alone.

This wasn't
about getting to me.

This was about getting
us away from her.

Dispatch.

( insects chirping )

- ( pounding on door )
- ( gasps )

( pounding on door )

( police radio chatter )

Anything?

No.

You sure you didn't
see anything?

Person, car,
back of a coat?

Nothing.

By the time I opened
my door, they were gone--

just the package.

All right, well, we have
that interview with Schuepp.

You go.

She needs protection.

Yeah, she--
she has protection.

Are you not
in this room?

She's right.
I'll be fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

You have our numbers
if you need them.

I'll be back
this afternoon.

Okay.

( bells tolling )

- I'm still a little
jet-lagged.
- Oh.

I got back from
Berlin last night.

Well, you were told
why we're here?

The detective who called said
it was about Russell Granger.

That's correct.

Do you remember him?

Uh, Russell worked under me
for a couple of years.

Uh, he was into
applied mathematics,

not pure mathematics.

- Hey, don't look at me.
I barely passed algebra.
- ( all chuckling )

Warren: Did you know
his daughter, Annabelle?

Well, I know
he had a daughter.

He didn't talk
about her much.

He didn't talk about much
of anything except work.

Hmm. Nothing
about a stalker?

No.

Did he tell you
why he was moving?

Only that he'd had
a job offer in Wisconsin.

Florida.

Yeah, oh, right.
I'm sorry.

I'm not much help,
am I?

We had drinks once...

after my divorce.

He was kind.

I don't remember
much more than that.

That's all right.

Just give us a call if you
remember anything else.

Don't you
want to see the box?

Russell left some stuff
in storage when he left.

He said he'd come back
for it, but never did.

- What's in it?
- Well, I have no idea.

Seriously.
It wasn't mine.

Hmm.

( siren wailing )

According to
the Milton Hershey School,

there was no Russell
and Tommy Granger in 1970.

There was a Russell
and Tommy Grayson.

They are the same kids,

and they came from their own
horror-show family.

Dad murders mom,
then shoots himself.

- ( gunshot )
- They luck out,
getting admitted

to the Hershey School
for Disadvantaged Children.

Both boys show academic promise.
But even at a young age,

there are signs Tommy
has mental health issues...

rage-impulse control
problems, ADHD,

reactive
attachment disorder.

Russell, who's seven years
older, graduates,

goes to Penn, meets a girl,
gets married, buys a house.

And it isn't
too long after that

that baby brother Tommy
moves in with them.

And that's when things
get weird.

There are numerous
police reports concerning
the Graysons.

Tommy is stalking
his brother's wife.

She can't go anywhere
without him showing up.

Did he
ever threaten her?

No, but he kept telling her
that Russell might kill her

like his dad killed his mom,
and that scared her.

The neighbors
started complaining

about dead,
mutilated pets.

So you think there was
a connection?

Yeah. I think there was
a connection.

I think Tommy was going
off his rails.

Warren:
Russell comes home
and finds Tommy

peeking into the baby's
bedroom, and game over.

Tommy is completely
obsessed with the baby

in a not healthy way.

He is a pedophile,
and Annabelle is his target.

Yeah, if he was annoying
before, he's full-on
creepy now.

Sending the baby
gifts all the time,

sneaking into
her bedroom.

But the defining moment
that turned him

from a concerned brother
into a terrified dad

comes in 1980--
Annabelle's babysitter

gunned down on a park bench
while watching Annabelle,

who was left unharmed,
holding a teddy bear

with a note that said,
"Love, Uncle Tommy."

After the shooting,
Tommy Grayson disappears.

That's when your dad
runs again.

Did they find who did this
to my babysitter?

- No.
- So it might not
have been him.

The odds are
pretty good
that it was.

And if he had such
violent tendencies,

then he probably got
arrested for something else

or he was committed.

But what happened
after the shooting?

Russell Grayson becomes
Russell Granger.

He moved here.

Where my mother swallows

a bottle of tranquilizers
for lunch one day.

Yeah.

So Tommy was the one
stalking me.

We don't know.

But you think so.

I could say "yes,"
and then we could figure out

that he's been locked up
for the last 20 years.

We don't know.

All this time...

I wanted to belong
to a family,

to be part
of something.

And now I find out

that the one thing
I wanted most

is the thing that has
been chasing me.

And it's getting closer.

Who is it?

I'm hoping
it's the same man

that Annabelle's
father showed you.

But who is it?

It's Annabelle's
uncle, Tommy.

We believe that Granger
showed you this picture

because he thought that
his brother kidnapped you.

That's rather
a random theory.

Well, Tommy was
stalking Annabelle.

And since I looked
like her,

her father thought I was
kidnapped by his brother.

Yes.

Well, why didn't he
just call the police?

He was trying to stay
under the radar.

He had a fake name,
a fake life.

He couldn't go
to the police,

so he handled
it himself.

( sighs )
This is one
weird family.

I don't know.

It could be the picture
her dad showed me.

Just "could be"?

It was 20 years ago.

And all I remember is
that the guy in the photo

wasn't the man
who attacked me.

I'm sorry.

So Catherine's
resemblance to Annabelle
is pure coincidence?

Maybe.

But her kidnapping
must have inspired Tommy

to use an underground
chamber two years later.

What about
Christopher Eola?

( sighs )
Most likely a murderer...
not our murderer.

Look, I'm working
on finding a hotel
for Annabelle.

That's not your call.

This way, he won't know
where she is.

- You want her visible.
- Yeah. He's drawn to her.

He'll come out
of his hole again,

and this time
we'll get him.

How's he gonna get to her
surrounded by half the force?

- ( sighs )
- Oh, my God.

- You pulled off her protection?
- No, no. I reduced the number--

You cannot...
use her as bait, D.D.

You are too attached.

Is that what this
is about?

My feelings
for Annabelle?

- You have feelings now?
- Come on.

Look, you get her a hotel
room, you buy her a house,

just know,
by hiding her away,

that means he will
be waiting

until you look away.

( indistinct conversations )

Wilson:
Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Never a patient named
Tommy Grayson at Fremont.

Are you sure?

Just went through
all the records.

You just went through
20 years of records?

All those young, eager academy
students you just passed?

Many hands
make quick work.

Alex, you can't have cadets
working on this investigation.

You said you needed
this done fast.

What else
did you find out?

There were 14 men about
Tommy's age at Fremont,

including, uh, Benji that
Charlie Marvin mentioned.

Well, Benji could be Tommy.
That makes sense, right?

Charlie said that he
was a bright kid.

He went to Boston Latin.

Yeah, it's a nice fit,
except for one thing.

Uh, this is all according
to Charlie Marvin.

- So?
- So, the kindhearted
gentleman

who helps the homeless
at Pine Street Inn--

- he doesn't exist.
- What?

We went through decades
of payroll ledgers at Fremont

from the 1960s
until it closed.

No one by the name of
Charlie Marvin ever made
a dime there.

If he never worked there,
who the hell is he?

( children playing )

Hello, Annabelle.

Next time I tell you
to run a background check
on Charlie Marvin,

run a background check
on Charlie Marvin.

We did check. He volunteers
at the Pine Street Mission.

How do we know he's the same
guy we've been talking to?

Of all the stupid
rookie mistakes.

You've got to go in person.
You got to show a picture.

Call Annabelle.
Put out an APB on Marvin.

Send units to Fremont
and Pine Street.

Car's right over here.

There's no answer.

Annabelle's probably
on her way to the hotel.

How did you
get in here?

You look so much
like her.

Like who?

Aren't you gonna
ask me in first?

No.

( gasps )

Charlie Marvin
wasn't a patient.

- He didn't work
at the institute.
- So?

There's a good chance
that he's not our guy.

Unless he was
under another name.

Great. Thanks.

Neil says that
the Pine Street people

confirm that Marvin is Marvin,
except he took off an hour ago.

Where?

No idea.

You're the one
he really wanted.

Those other six girls--

all substitutes
for his real desire.

You knew
about the pit.

I found it when
they announced

they were gonna
tear down the hospital.

Took my breath away.

Work of a real master.

Who did it?
Who killed those girls?

Was it you?

No. They weren't
to my particular taste.

I always stuck
to prostitutes--

whores that looked
like Gabrielle...

- ( door creaks )
- ( boy gasps )

- ( thuds )
- ...whores that

looked like...

you.

You're Christopher Eola?

From the moment I saw you
at the police station...

( whispers )
I knew I had
to have you.

You look more
like Gabrielle

than any of the others.

So I followed you.

( gasps )

Help! Help! Aah!

( grunts )

That's it.

Dodge:
This is ridiculous.

- All right, hold on.
- ( horn honks )

- No, no, no, no, no!
- Oh, I see it. I see it.

Call dispatch.
We're going on foot.
Have them send backup.

Annabelle:
No! No!

( grunts )

Ben! He's trying
to kill me!

( both grunting )

Benji.

( groans )

He called you Benji.

How did he know
your name?

It's Tommy.

( chuckles )

It's Tommy.

What are you
talking about?

I'm your Uncle Tommy.

Oh, my God.

From the day
your tiny baby hand

could hold my finger...

I knew you were mine.

You were so pretty,

so soft.

I know what I was
thinking was bad.

So I had to go away
to get better.

I changed my name
to Benji.

Oh, you checked yourself
into Fremont State Hospital.

That's how you knew Eola.

Yeah, I-- I was
so lonely there.

I wanted you
even more, so I left.

And I looked,
and I looked.

And I couldn't find you.

Then I saw
another girl.

She was walking home
from school.

( chuckles )

She liked me.

She wanted
to be with me.

But at the last minute,

she changed her mind.

You killed Dori.

( laughter )

She was the first,
not the last.

( whimpering )
Oh, my God.

So beautiful.

- Dori was my friend.
- I know, sweetheart.

I know. I know.

But don't think
for a moment

that she was
who I wanted.

It was you, all along.

That's why I became
a deliveryman--

- to find you again.
- Help!

Shh. And I did.

- ( muffled scream )
- Have you noticed?

I've been
taking care of you--
little things every day--

making sure you got home

safe after your run.

- Oh!
- Taking the subway
with you.

Hey, did you notice

that I changed
the light out front

and brought up
your laundry?

Folded it, too.

You have no idea
what it's like

to have no family.

No one to call you
by your real name.

( sighs )

I want you
to call me Tommy.

Just this once.

Please?

( chuckles )
For your uncle?

You're sick.
Get away from me!

( muffled screaming )

I'm not sick!

How could I be sick
if I love you?

- ( screaming )
- Police!

Watch out!

Ugh!

- ( gasps )
- ( gunshot )

( both grunting )

( gunshot )

( groans )

Okay?

I'm so sorry.

You okay?

Thank you.

( sighs )

( music playing )

( people chatting )

* I offered my trust

* To a friend yesterday...

You look nice.

Thank you.

It's amazing what
a good night's sleep

and shaving your legs
can do for a girl.

Eola's family refuses
to claim the body.

Hmm.

Not too surprising.

It's one thing to think
your son's a psycho.

It's another to find out
he's been killing prostitutes

that look like
his nanny for years.

Au pair.

Yeah.
( chuckles )

And the fact
that Tommy and Eola

ran into each other
at Annabelle's apartment--

that was just random.

- Nothing is random.
- Okay.

Eola was a game player.

This intrigued him.

He insinuated himself
in the case,

hoping to contact the perp
who killed those girls,

and Annabelle was
the connection.

- Scotch. Neat.
- Okay.

Hmm.

You smell nice.

Bartender:
Here you go.

Well, thank you.

So, this is
what I'm thinking.

I could try harder.

Harder at what?

At... us.

You want to come back
to my place?

( chuckles )
A first.

Baby steps.

A week ago, that could have
changed everything.

Too late?

I have a date.

Annabelle.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Have a good night.

( sighs )

( chuckles )

( music playing )

Think fast.

( chuckles )

You work too much.

Coming from you?
( chuckles )

I have a lot
to catch up on.

Catch up tomorrow.

You look nice.

So I hear.

Hmm.

Don't you find it ironic
that in some strange way,

Annabelle and Tommy were both
looking for the same thing--

each other?

They both so desperately
wanted family.

Like I said, everyone needs
to feel a connection.

There may be
some merit to that.

You're looking
for connection.

In a manner of speaking.

And Bobby has a date.

Yes, he does.

That's why you're here.

Does it matter
why I'm here?

When you come to me, you have
to want to be with me,

not because of
the Bobby of it all.

Seriously?

What does a girl have to do
to get screwed around here?

( laughs )

( chuckles )

( sighs )

You all right
getting home?

I am so sober,
you have no idea.

All right, then.

Would you mind turning off
the lights when you leave?

Sure.

( footsteps depart )

( door opens )

( scoffs )

( door closes )

Worst night ever.

( cell phone rings )

- ( phone beeps )
- Warren.

Yeah, I'm 10 minutes out.
See you there.

( music playing )

( music playing )