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Come on out of there, Ginny.

It's not gonna work.

Not this time, not ever again.

Just like her.

Just like your mom.

You got a light?

Jesus, god, it's cold!

You waiting for the bus to Los Angeles?

That's where I'm headed.

Good place to disappear into.

So I'm told.

Hey, how about a little Christmas spirit, huh?

Nothing like something warm on the inside

when it's cold outside.

Look, I'm just offering you a drink, that's all.

It's Christmas Eve, for god's sake.

Come on over and sit down.

I don't bite without an invitation.

I won't scream.

No one can hear you.

Oh, Winston, look at you,

so sharp in your Christmas vest.

Good boy.

We're having company for dinner.

Oh, my goodness.

Police originally considered her death

the result of an animal attack,

but upon further investigation, now suspect homicide.

The grisly details of Virginia Monroe's death

bear a strong similarity to two other deaths,

one in Florida, the second in Texas.

16-year-old Margaret barrington's body

was discovered October 23rd by two cub scouts

on the outskirts of the norther town of matador.

She had been missing for several days.

Nancy Davidson, a 30-year-old stripper,

was killed November 15th in plains, west of flota in Texas.

The wounds suffered in each case were identical in nature,

and all three women were pregnant.

Police are unable to discern a motive and have no suspect.

Hello? - Hello, mama?

Oh, Carla!

I was just watching your brother on TV.

I can barely hear you.

You sound like you're still in New York.

I don't understand!

I know, but I...

I suppose so.

What?

Oh, yes, it arrived yesterday.

Right now?

Oh, all right.

Hang on a minute.

Despite the western progression of these atrocities,

local police downplay the notion

that la would be the next target.

I spoke earlier with lieutenant Calvin Hendrix.

There has been no incident in a large metropolitan area

in reference to indicate that this pattern will change.

So angelinos shouldn't feel threatened

that this grisly death occurred so close to home.

Oh, Carla, they're beautiful.

Just what I needed.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, already?

Well, let's just say we have enough to concern ourselves

without having to take this one on, too.

Oh, be nice. - I'm Clay dwyer reporting.

Merry Christmas to you, dear.

Thank you, Clay.

Bye-bye. - On the brighter side,

Sonia beardsley celebrates her 101st birthday today.

The key to her longevity?

She says, "you are what you eat."

You know, I'm enough of a scrooge

that if you spent too much, I'll take this back.

Oh, hush.

I didn't spend too much, and you're not taking it back.

Oh, Emily!

Grandma's earrings.

I suppose I should have given them to Carla,

but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Wow!

I don't believe you.

Thanks, mom.

You're not taking that back, buster.

Okay, Alice, it's time for the grand finale.

Okay.

Well, what does that mean?

- We saved the best for last. - Oh, come on, you two!

You've already done more than you should have.

To tell you the truth, it was kind of for us, too.

Well?

Well, what?

Where is it?

I can't believe you can't see it!

Well, give her a couple of months,

and it will be all too obvious.

You're kidding!

You're gonna be a grandmother!

Oh!

I was sure I wouldn't live to see the day.

Well, we had to do something

so you wouldn't rent my room out.

Now, you can turn it into a nursery.

Now, don't start, Clay.

I'm not going to change my mind.

I can use the money as well as the company.

Well, it was worth a shot.

Sorry, junior, no room at mom's.

So.

When are you gonna get married?

Yes?

Hello.

My name is nestor duvalier.

A friend of mine told me about the sign in the window

for the room to rent.

I hope it's still available.

Oh, yes, it most certainly is available.

I'm Emily dwyer.

On!

Would you like to see the room?

Oh, I'm sorry. - It's all right, Emily.

I'm sure it will be fine.

I'm looking for a little place, quiet,

out of the way, that I can call home.

Well,

welcome home, nestor.

Please, come in.

Be careful, dear.

Something's burning.

Oh, nestor, come and sit down.

I have a surprise for you. Emily, something's burning.

Oh, my rolls!

A little brown along the edges, but they'll be fine.

What's going on?

Well, I whipped up a little

get acquainted dinner for us.

I told you I eat out.

Oh, but it's pouring outside.

I always eat out.

I have a little bit of all sorts of things.

I'm sure you'll find something to your liking.

There's vegetable and pasta if you don't eat meat.

That's not it.

Then you'll love the house special:

Pot roast a la dwyer. Emily, please, don't.

Arecipe handed down for generations.

No one can resist.

Here, taste. - Emily.

Oh, one bite won't kill you.

No!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

You shouldn't have done that.

Clay dwyer? - Yeah?

Yeah, I'm calling about your mother.

What, who is this?

This is Mr. Hernandez over at mcintyre meat company.

Your mother always buys her meat here,

pork chops, every Thursday.

I remember.

How are you, Mr. Hernandez?

Twenty years she hasn't missed a Thursday,

and if she did, she always calls, until this week.

- Have you tried calling her? - Oh, there's no answer.

Is everything all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure everything is fine, Mr. Hernandez.

I'll have her call you after I talk to her.

Uh, thanks for your concern.

Something wrong, honey?

Uh, I'm sure it's nothing.

It's nice.

Thanks.

I'll try Mrs. orndorff. - Excuse me?

Oh, mom's next door neighbor.

I want to stop by anyway.

You want to go? - Sure.

Right, let's go. - Okay.

Hello?

Hi, John!

Um, no, no, actually, he's not.

All right.

I'll give him the message.

Okay, all right.

Bye-bye.

What did he want? - He wants you to work.

Seems your desert killer has decided to pay a visit to la.

Oh, great!

- Is someone there? - I'm with the power company.

Just here to read your meter.

What a stroke of luck!

It seems my power has gone out,

and I'm a little hesitant to try and check the fuses myself.

Let me give you a hand.

I'd really appreciate it.

What do you want?

My mother?

Where is she?

Oh, you must be Clay.

I'm nestor.

Yeah, I figured.

What's going on? - What do you mean?

Of course, I never think about

turning on the lights. - Mom.

She's asleep, Clay.

At six o'clock?

Your mother's been out of sorts for a few days.

What the hell do you mean, "out of sorts"?

Why didn't she call me?

She hasn't been able to keep anything down.

She didn't want to be a bother.

I took care of her.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

Emily was in no condition to talk to anyone.

I didn't think... - Mom!

You must be Alice.

Yes.

Mom?

Nestor?

No, it's Clay, mom.

Clay?

What on earth are you doing here?

I was worried about you, you crazy woman.

Will you close the door, the light hurts my eyes.

Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry.

Much better.

Thank you.

So, why didn't you tell me you were sick?

Nestor took care of me.

I didn't want to worry you.

Well, you did.

Even Mr. Hernandez was worried.

Oh, my pork chops.

I completely forgot; I should have called him.

And you.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

So, how are you feeling?

I guess I'll live.

Nestor gave me

a little something to eat.

It did me a world of good.

Yeah, I was a little rude to him earlier.

I should probably go apologize

and let you get some more sleep.

Don't go.

I really feel much better.

Okay, let me just go tell Alice you're okay, all right?

Alice is downstairs with nestor?

Of course, why?

Well, you better go down and tell her I'm okay.

I'll get into something presentable and go down for a while.

Okay.

Are you sure you're up to this?

I'm sure, go!

Okay.

Damn!

What the hell?

Your mother hasn't told me the good news.

He says he can hear the baby's heartbeat.

I have a heightened sense of hearing in my condition.

Don't be angry, Clay.

I have a real soft spot for babies and mothers-to-be.

I've been a little obnoxious, nestor, and I apologize.

Don't give it another thought.

How's Emily, honey?

Ah, she's a little weak and pale, but

she seems okay.

She's gonna come down for a few minutes.

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. demille.

Well, Emily.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Now, take care of yourself

and drink that tea. - I will.

I'm sorry I worried you.

I'll try to stop by and see you tomorrow, all right?

All right. - Good night.

Good night. - Bye-bye.

Good night. - Good night.

Well done, Emily.

I hate lying to my children.

You'll get used to it.

The discovery of a mutilated female's body

has led to speculation that a serial killer's

westward path of brutality has led to Los Angeles.

I'm coming!

How do I look?

You look fine.

Are you ready?

Just let me get my coat.

I'm starving.

How about this one?

What do you think?

Oh, look at him.

Hello, there. - How are you?

Yeah?

That's right.

Where are we going?

Where are you taking me?

Will you have something to eat, huh?

Like something to eat? - No, Emily.

We don't have time. - Let's go in here.

Good.

Good.

Hey, hey, give me that!

Give me that!

Hey, sweetheart!

How about a good time?

Where are we going now?

You got another bottle? - Over here.

Down here?

Okay.

Get in.

Gettin!

Not you.

Her.

Now!

I'll see you at home, nestor.

Clay, please, slow down.

Clay, stop it, you're acting crazy.

I'm acting crazy?

You just fucking killed somebody!

Don't ever talk to me like that.

I'm still your mother.

Still my mother?

My mother just quietly

and deliberately killed a man and ate him!

That kind of blows all the old rules to hell,

don't you think? - Just let me explain.

No, no, there's only one explanation!

You're sick and you need help,

and I'm gonna get it for you! - Clay...

But first, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!

Let me tell you what I know.

Just give me a few minutes to explain.

All right.

It'll take that long to get to Pasadena general.

It's not that simple, Clay.

Let's go home.

Everything all patched up?

One big, happy family now?

You son of a bitch. - Clay.

What have you done to my mother?

You should be grateful I didn't do worse.

Emily,

I think your son would rather see you rotting in your grave

than sitting here with us like this.

Nestor, stop it!

Just defending myself, Emily.

I think your son wants to hurt me.

Oh, Clay, Clay! - You can't hurt me.

Didn't your mother tell you?

No one can hurt Mel

you're crazy.

Or your mother.

No longer will she suffer from human frailties.

You're cra zy!

It's true, Clay.

My arthritis is gone.

Then it was psychosomatic in the first place.

A logical explanation.

I only think I need living flesh, right?

And I somehow persuaded your mother

that I turned her into a flesh-eater?

Hypnosis, perhaps?

Flesh-eater?

Vampire, werewolf, ghoul, it's all the same.

You really believe this crap, don't you?

Yes, I did persuade your mother,

but it wasn't hypnosis.

Nestor! - You bastard!

I haven't had this much fun in years.

Clay!

Just leave me alone!

Remember, Mr. TV newsman,

you expose me,

you expose your mother.

Yes, I'm trying to contact lieutenant Calvin Hendrix.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Nestor, stop!

Ask your precious son what he was doing, Emily.

I was trying to call Alice. - Liar!

Nestor, you promised!

He was going to call the police.

Now we can't have that, can we?

I won't let you hurt him!

You're no match for me, old woman!

Leave him alone!

The only bad thing about the kill,

it's over much too quickly. - No!

So much for immortality.

My poor baby.

Sleep tight, my little boy.

Clay, Clay, wake up!

Alice, what... - Honey,

it's just a bad dream, it's okay.

What, what time is it? - It's morning.

You came over here last night to check on your mom.

Oh, yeah, mom.

Oh, shit!

I woke up, and you hadn't come home.

I called here, but no one answered.

I was worried.

- Oh, I'm sorry, honey. - That's okay.

Is everything all right?

What happened to your face?

I, uh, fell on the stairs.

Oh, you poor guy.

How's Emily?

Ah, it was a little rough last night,

but I think she's gonna be all right now.

She should see a doctor, Clay.

Yeah, I know, but she's stubborn.

Then bring one here.

Stony would come if you asked him to.

You're not supposed to call him stony anymore.

Oh, that's right.

Dr. William carruthers.

Where's nestor?

Oh, that's another thing, he's gone.

Like he was never here before.

That's pretty weird.

Oh, shit, you have to go to work.

They called, I brought you a clean suit.

Lieutenant, who actually discovered the body?

Get your shit together.

It's your first big story, remember?

Do you think this was an animal attack?

Only one possible witness, and a positive ID is unlikely.

I'll issue another statement directly

after the preliminary autopsy.

When will that autopsy be complete?

Are there any witnesses?

Is that the witness, sir? Over here, ma'am.

Is that her?

Let's get a statement.

Lady?

Come on, Clay, do your job.

Did you actually see what happened?

Could we have a statement, please?

Dwyer!

What is your name? - Lieutenant.

Can I have your name please?

Something wrong?

No, why?

No questions?

You always ask questions.

Just not into it today.

Messy business.

Clay!

Clay!

Clay?

Guess what, honey?

I sold one of my paintings

to a woman who wants to sponsor an exhibit for me.

And then I bought this great baby cradle.

Shit!

Hi.

Hi yourself.

How you feeling?

Hungry

and mad.

Nobody's ever locked me in my room before, ever!

It's for your own good.

I can take care of myself, thank you very much.

So you're hungry, that's good.

What can I get you?

Nothing. - Mom, you have to eat.

I know that!

But you won't let me, will you?

I'm sure I can whip something up that'll hit the spot.

It's no use, Clay.

You have to try!

Please.

All right.

I'll try.

Okay, there you go.

It's your favorite.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

Try.

You said you'd try.

I'm going to be sick.

Now what?

You know, I think she's gonna be fine.

All right, I'll call you tomorrow.

I love you too.

Winston, Winston.

Come here!

Shit!

Excuse me. - Get lost, lady.

I'm afraid I am lost.

Could you... - Bus stop's that way!

You look like you could use a good hot meal.

I ain't hungry.

Get the fuck out of here and leave me the fuck alone!

Crazy old lady.

She was ready to take me home to dinner.

Crazy old lady.

You have a face only an old lady could love, Baxter.

Now get off your ass and do your job,

or your first day undercover will be your last.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm leaving fourth and Webster, and I'm going east.

I'm going east, and I'll kick your butt.

Hey, can't a guy have a little privacy.

All right, this could be it.

All units, on alert!

Hey, what the hell do you want?

What's going on, Baxter?

Oh, it's okay.

Baxter, come in!

Damn it!

All units, proceed to the vicinity of fourth and Webster.

Police officer, lady, now, stay where you are!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, no, man!

Hendrix, how about some backup here?

I've got some crazy old lady on pcp!

Shit!

Shit!

Sounds like the roof.

Watson, Bernard, go up top and check it out.

Last thing I want to do is shoot you, lady.

Now, I mean it.

If it comes down to me or you, it's gonna be you!

What the fuck!

Mom!

Freeze!

- Face down on the ground! - I didn't do anything.

Now!

Let him go! - But, lieutenant...

I said let him go, Daniels.

Thanks, lieutenant.

Dwyer, what the hell you doin' here?

I followed a couple of cop cars.

A hunch?

Yeah, you could call it that.

What'd you see?

I saw a man fall from the roof.

What else?

Nothing.

You're gonna have to come down to the station anyway.

Looks like I'll be asking some questions for a change.

Daniels! - Yes, sir!

I want you to check the fire escape from the rooftop,

and I want you to question all suspicious characters

in a 20-block radius.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, can I go now?

I have to check on my mother, she's really sick.

That's where I was going earlier.

No, I'm afraid your mom's gonna have to wait a while.

You can call her from the station.

Yeah, but, but... - Don't push your luck, dwyer!

I'm not in a very good mood!

Six a23, six Adam 23, go to extension 2837.

I'm sorry, I, uh...

I had to go.

You killed him.

Oh, I didn't kill him.

He fell.

I didn't know he was a policeman.

Oh, so if he would've been a bum,

it would've been all right?

It would've been

better.

Look, I'm not going to argue with you,

but I can stop you.

Good night.

You know, one set of bars on one upstairs window,

that's not going to do you much good.

Clay, is this necessary?

You got a problem?

Oh, crap.

You wanna get that for me?

Oh, are you okay?

Ow!

Let's get this guy to a hospital.

Let's get him in the truck.

How many more am I gonna find out there?

I don't know.

I didn't know about him. - Stop it!

I mean, I knew about it, but I...

I didn't know he was out there.

Go to your room.

Now!

All finished, Mr. dwyer.

Have a nice day.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Carla, it's Clay.

Nah, she's feeling a little

under the weather right now, Carla.

No, it's no big deal.

It's just, uh...

Yeah, right.

And how you doing?

Yeah, I'm sorry to hear about that, Carla.

Look, let me go get her, and I'll get back on later.

Carla's on the phone. - Carla?

I wonder what's wrong now.

Carla, what a surprise!

Oh, I'm fine.

Oh, well, you know how he overreacts.

Well, how are you, dear?

Oh, dear.

Really, oh, that's too bad.

On.

Oh, that's too bad.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, yes.

On.

Really?

On?

Uh-huh.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

Hmm, that'll be fine.

Shh.

Okay.

Comein.

No!

What are you doing? - Winston bit Kathy,

but I, I don't think he broke the skin.

What the hell are you doing here?

Don't mind him, Kathy, he's not as mean as he looks.

Haven't your parents ever warned you

about going into strange people's houses?

And don't come back! - Kathy, wait!

You forgot your money.

What is your problem?

I'm going crazy.

What you need is to go home, get some sleep,

and stop worrying about your mother.

Emily. - Mmm?

I don't understand.

Clay told me you were still sick.

Oh, well, last night I wasn't feeling very well,

but I'm fine today.

What are you doing here, Alice?

John called again.

He said you'd better get your butt to the coroner's office.

I tried calling, but I couldn't get through.

First it was busy, then no one answered.

Well, you were sleeping so peacefully.

I, I didn't want you to be disturbed.

Well, you better get all the sleep you can, buddy.

In a few months...

Alice, you should go on and go home

and let mom get some rest.

Nonsense, we're going to have a nice little visit.

Mom!

Clay, I'm fine.

Fine.

I won't stay very long.

Honey, go to work.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Gol

It's something like that.

The Van won't start.

You're gonna have to give me a ride.

Oh, great.

Well, we'll have to have our little visit later.

Come on, mom, I'll help you up to bed.

Oh, uh, I'll go up in a little while, thank you.

I know you, mom.

If you don't go now,

you'll stay down here all night till you get sick again.

You don't want to go through all that again, do you?

You don't want to take any chances.

And stay well, Emily.

You're treating me like some alien monster.

Do you really think I would've hurt that

precious little girl with her cookies?

You're afraid for Alice and the baby, too, aren't you?

That was nestor's perversion, not mine.

Why can't you believe that?

When are you going to accept what you can't change?

You're going to drive us all crazy!

It'll be getting dark soon.

You better go.

You don't want to lose your job.

The mutilated body of a man was found early this morning,

possibly the latest in a string of murders

that has baffled police for weeks.

Clay dwyer is standing by live now at the coroner's office.

Clay.

Thank you, Marsha.

Police have not yet released the identity

of a body found by two employees

at the front gate of the forest lawn memorial park.

Police's effort to trap the killer have been fruitless,

culminating in the death

of an undercover police officer last night

in downtown Los Angeles.

We have determined the identity of the victim,

Dr. William carruthers,

a 33-year-old resident of Los Angeles.

Oh, no!

Stony?

And the murderer himself? - Damn.

God fucking dammit.

We'll have more on that story as it develops,

and we'll be right back after these messages.

Stony.

I can't believe it.

I just talked to him.

You what?

I called him about Emily.

He said he would stop by and see her.

I have to go see mama.

And you have to get some sleep.

You're falling apart.

If you're worried about Emily, just call her.

No, she...

I don't want to wake her if she's sleeping.

You're not making any sense.

Look, do you have to question everything I say?

Now, just get out of the car and stay out of this!

Alice!

I didn't know it was stony.

I swear it.

He looked so different without his beard and long hair.

And I was so hungry, Clay, you can't imagine.

It gets stronger every day.

I got home last night, he was standing outside.

He came here to help you.

How was I to know?

It could have been anybody.

It could've been me.

No, not you.

I would never hurt you, Clay.

Clay!

Don't go away!

Please, you've gotta let me out!

Clay, listen to me!

I'm afraid!

Clay!

I'm afraid.

Let me out of here!

Be quiet!

You're waking up the neighbors.

I can't take this.

It's getting worse, you've got to help me!

I am not going to let you out!

You don't have to.

You can do it.

What? - Yes.

You're smarter than I am.

You'll never get caught, and it's easy to find someone.

I'm your mother, god damn it!

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh, now don't go running away and breaking my heart again.

Don't you want to buy a lady a drink?

Beverly.

What are you doing?

This nice gentleman wants to buy me a drink, don't you?

I thought you was gonna be with me tonight.

I will have the usual.

I'll have the same again.

Most kind, most kind.

I'm Beverly,

and these

are my hills.

What's your name, sweetheart?

Clay.

Clay.

Oh, that's a nice name.

Very down to earth.

Well, first, you take the lime.

Open wide.

Bite down.

Then the salt.

Then...

Don't fight the feeling, sweetie.

Oh, come on, bev, don't leave.

Please! - Piss off, old man!

Okay, it's the fourth house on the right.

Okay, here we are. - No, keep going!

Okay, where to now, lady?

Lady?

That was a long ride.

Cab fare is gonna cost you extra.

I already agreed to that twice.

Well, I just don't want any surprises,

that's all.

Just one.

My mother is upstairs.

That was your mother?

No way.

Uh-uh!

You call me a cab right now, you hear?

You have picked the wrong lady, mister.

It's not what you think. - Yeah?

Well, what the hell is it, then?

My mother's confused.

The last few days have been really, really hard for her.

Keep talking.

She's obsessed with her daughter, my sister.

She hasn't seen her in years, so she cries all the time.

So you want me

to go upstairs and pretend to be the daughter?

Carla.

Carla.

And I get the 257?

And cab fare.

Oh, all right.

I mean, what the hell?

I had a mother once!

I'll tell her you're here.

No surprises.

Damn dog.

Yeah.

Second door on your right.

Cash in advance.

Carol, right?

Carla. - The story of my life.

Always pretending to be somebody's mother,

somebody's sister, or somebody's little girl.

Huh?

Now what?

I'm sorry, I can't do this.

I'm doing it, you're just paying for it.

No, I mean, I shouldn't have brought you here.

Oh, I don't mind, really, I don't.

I can use the cash, you know?

Keep the cash and leave!

Well, all right!

I mean, Jesus, just let me call a cab, will you?

Hello?

Hi, mama.

It's Karen.

I've come home, mama.

Oh, perfect timing.

I was just going to wake you up.

Coffee?

How'd you get out?

Don't you remember?

Oh, you were very drunk last night.

How did you get out?

Well, you let me out.

Mom! - No, really.

At 4:00 this morning, it was very bad.

I can't believe you don't remember.

Then all of a sudden, it was like a fever broke,

and I was myself again.

Where's the woman?

What woman?

Oh, the one you brought last night?

Well, you must have taken her home.

No.

I called her a taxi, I remember it.

I said...

It's all over?

Alice!

Alice!

It's unnatural. - Carla!

I'd forgotten just how absurd

winters in Southern California are.

What are you doing here?

What ever happened to "hello"?

You know, "how are you," "good to see you"?

Oh, I'm sorry, baby, how are you?

I've left him.

I just hopped on a plane, packed my bags, didn't say a word,

and came running home to mother.

Where?

Clay, he struck again! - I know.

Gabe will meet you downstairs in five minutes.

You'll have to get someone else, John.

Bullshit.

I'm serious. - Well, I'm serious, too.

You've had more than your fair share of screw ups

the last few days.

If I send someone else this time,

I'm sending someone else permanently.

Do you understand me?

Then you do what you have to do, John,

and I'll do what I have to do.

You're fired, dwyer!

I hope it's worth it!

Hello, there!

Whose fur is this? - Fur?

- This fur, right here! - Well, that's ridiculous.

Who would bring a fur coat here?

Goddammit, don't play these fucking games with me!

Surprise, surprise!

Hi, honey.

Hi. - Oh, Clay,

you look like hell!

One would think you were the sick one and mother the nurse,

instead of the other way around.

Oh, she told you about that, huh?

Mother and I always tell each other everything,

you know that. - Everything?

Did she tell you all the details?

Clay!

Oh, I can't stand hearing about diseases.

Oh, well, this one's real interesting, see.

She starts to... I think I smell some gas.

Every day, well, usually in the evenings...

Did you hear mother?

Go check! - Clay.

Carla, open the front door

and the windows. - Oh, oh.

Get some fresh air in here.

What do you think you're doing?

So tell me, what was the headline story today?

I got fired, so I didn't get a chance to see it.

You were fired?

Another body found.

Another mutilated, half-eaten body.

I didn't do it.

I told you what happened last night.

Then where is she? - Who?

The whore! - I don't know!

Come on, shit! - Clay, look at me.

Do I look like I looked last night?

Did you even check to see if it was the same woman?

Is everything all right?

I don't smell anything. Everything's okay.

I shouldn't have panicked so quick.

It's this bug I've had, plays tricks an me.

Oh, you aren't gonna go talking about your disease again,

are you? - No.

Clay was just saying that he forgot something.

He has to cut his visit short.

I'm afraid that's what I have to do too, mother.

I'm sorry.

Oh, but, Carla, you just got here.

I know, but kippy mcgruder has been insisting

that I stay in her new place when I come to town.

So I'm going to surprise her

and do just that. - Oh, Carla.

I promise I'll stop by tomorrow.

All right, goodbye, Carla.

Bye-bye.

If I'm wi ro n g, I'm so ry.

But if I'm right, you will be.

Still no ID?

Nothing on her when they found here.

Fingerprints?

For that, you would need fingers.

Jesus!

- Yeah, I don't know. - Hardly kind of a day.

Anybody could...

So... can I get a beer?

Excuse me. - Yeah.

So, uh, where's your lady friend?

None of your damned business.

Have you even seen her tonight?

Of course I saw her tonight.

I see Beverly every night.

Thanks.

Son of a bitch.

Alice?

Hello?

Alice.

What?

You didn't leave?

I was going to.

I've been sitting here for hours.

So are you going to stay?

But, um, first you're gonna have to go.

But I can explain.

You know, I never thought

I'd be hearing you say those words.

Alice, I... - No.

I've been up all night, and I can't think.

But ll... - No!

How long?

I don't know.

I'll call you at your mother's.

Your mother's, Clay?

Mom?

Mom?

Clay?

Alice threw me out.

Oh, no, dear.

Alice wouldn't do that, she loves you.

Not anymore.

I don't blame her.

Hush, dear.

You're tired.

You're a little drunk.

Everything will be fine in the morning.

No.

I lost my job, and now I lost Alice.

This is all my fault.

I'm so sorry.

No, you're right.

I'm tired, and I'm drunk,

and everything will be fine in the morning, right?

Go get some sleep, sweetheart.

I need a drink.

I don't understand!

Nestor.

I'm not nestor!

Nestor became what he was a long time ago.

I don't think there was any human in him.

Be quiet.

This isn't an instant change.

It's gradual, I think, like menopause.

What are you doing, huh?

You killed Carla.

She forgot her fur.

Your own daughter.

She was a stranger.

She was your own daughter!

Police have finally released

the identity of the body found at a local garbage dump.

Dental records identify her as Beverly schnobel,

a 50-year-old resident of Los Angeles.

Miss schnobel had of police record with numerous charges

of prostitution and petty... - No!

The condition of the body

indicates she was the latest victim in a killing spree

that has led...

How could you do this to me?

You know what you're doing to me?

You're killing me!

You are!

I'm your mother, Clay!

You're not my mother.

I hope she doesn't die with you,

but I will kill whatever you are.

He's not here.

Do you know where he is?

Did he do something?

Alice, right?

To tell the truth, Alice,

we'd like to talk to him about a woman.

Oh.

And she did something?

She died.

Murdered, actually.

And you think... - No, I don't.

I'm a pretty good judge of character.

Clay dwyer's no killer.

Emily?

Daniels, keep an eye out for our friend.

Oh, god!

No!

No, let go of me!

Clay, let go of Mel!

Look at her, look at her eyes, Alice!

Emily?

Hold it right there!

Shit!

Get in herel

No!

Mom, I won't let you hurt her.

Alice!

Please, don't hurt my baby!

Mom!

Alice!

Mom.

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