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[wind whistling]

[panting]

[grunting]

[rumbling]

[gasping]

[gasping continues]

[female newscaster] Police are
making a plea for information

for 24-year-old student
Alison Woods...

[man] My daughter, Sarah
Collins, vanished nine days ago.

It's not like her
to go wandering off.

[female newscaster 2]
Emily Phillips was last seen

leaving her gym
on the corner of...

[female newscaster 3]
She may have met someone online.

[woman] I know she's
out there somewhere.

[man 2] We love you.
We're praying for the day...

[male newscaster]
...still yet to find a body.

[woman 2] We love you.
We're not giving up.

[dog barking]

[distant chatter]

You don't tell me
what to do in this house.

This is my house.
These are my rules!

[girl] You're the baby 'cause
you went through my stuff!

[sighs] How many times have I
asked you to use the doorbell?

[girl] I'll be ready
in a minute, Dad.

Mom snooped through
my social media.

You have no right
to do that.

I have every right
to do that, young lady.

- You should've asked her first.
- [girl] See?

Would you like to see the photos
your daughter's posting of herself?

Or the conversations she's having
with complete and total strangers?

[girl] It's nothing compared to the
naked selfies Kim and Kylie post.

Sorry, Dad.
I'll take it down.

- I'm ready for school.
- Sit down.

Now, show me these people
you've been talking to.

You mean, boys?

You can talk to boys.

Boys are gonna try
and talk to you.

I didn't accept their friend requests.
Some of them messaged me, though.

- And you replied?
- They were being so annoying.

They were baiting you.
And you fell for it.

Assess the situation like I taught
you how to do in the real world.

Malcolm here.
All of his photos are by himself.

And look at his camera angles.
He's trying to make it look

like someone else
is taking the picture.

And all of his friends
are girls.

Do you get his MO Now?

Men are...

Pigs. I know.

Can we go to school now?

Yeah. Get your stuff.

[man] Think of it like a...
a roller coaster.

You'll be nervous
to start with.

Even scared a little.

But once you get started,
uh, the rush you feel...

Thanks for my phone,
by the way.

That's a secret phone,
remember?

So, why don't we start by each
taking off a piece of our clothes?

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Sexy.

[chuckles] Really?

No, dickhead.

[grunts]

[police radio chattering]

The driver found her when
he unloaded the cargo.

Female, Caucasian,
thirties.

There's multiple breaks.
Left arm, both legs.

- Jumper?
- I'd say so.

She didn't die on impact,
but given her injuries

and the temperature,
shortly after.

I'd estimate she landed from
a height of over 15 feet.

Ask the driver
if he stopped for gas.

Then check the bridges
along his route.

They might have CCTV
or security cameras.

She major cartilage damage on her wrists
and calcified bruising on the bone.

- She was tied up.
- Looks like it.

She was also given vitamin
supplements and birth control.

Whoever did this
blew her eardrums out,

but her cranium
was still intact.

The lab thinks it was some
kind of pressurized device.

Have you ID'd her yet?

No. Whoever did this took a
lot of patience and dedication.

And, uh, if we're lucky,
it's a lone case of infatuation.

Yeah. And if we're not, it's a guy who
wants his guests to be permanent residents.

Hey! My gosh.
How are you?

Okay. Um...

So I'm guessing
you work cyber now.

- I gave up the lounge chair.
- Hmm.

I'm a profiler now. I guide their
interactions with suspects online...

I can't get into this interface.
It's not working.

Just grab this code trail,
lock onto it.

It's a really delicate gig,

trying to coerce someone
into revealing an agenda

without pushing them
into one.

[man] Um, Rachel?

Pardon, sorry.
Your boy is back.

Okay.

All right.

Look, listen, I need some people checked
out on my daughter's social media.

Oh, that's good. You're in touch.
That's really good.

- And Angie... how is she?
- Just what I asked for.

Thank you.

- [man] He seems nice.
- [Rachel sighs]

[music playing
through headphones]

[door closes]

What the fuck is this?

Who are you?

Listen, I... I haven't
done anything wrong.

Ninety-four girls groomed.

Looks like you met with thirteen of
them, had sex with four.

- Is this one more?
- I never... I never forced any of them.

There's little difference between
forcing yourself on someone

and influencing a girl
into submission.

[gasps] What the fuck?
I can't feel my...

$92,000 in savings,
another $8,000 in stocks.

I'll get... I'll get help.
I'll... I'll go to therapy.

Oh, you don't need that anymore.
It doesn't work anyway.

As highlighted
by your previous conviction.

Jesus fucking Christ.
What have you done to me?

Sign this.

Your savings will be divided
amongst the girls you abused.

[pills rattle]

Take one twice a day
for the rest of your life.

It's a testosterone
suppressant.

Your doctor will
prescribe it for you.

What's happening to me?

I've disarmed you.
It's still there.

But it's now no longer possible
for you to get an erection.

I've also had
your balls removed.

Not that you had any...
in the first place.

If you inform the police
of your rehabilitation,

I will release the images you have
poorly hidden on your computer

to your entire address book.

Do I make myself clear?

[police radio chattering]

Why this one?

It's isolated. It's a long way on
foot in the cold from either side.

If she was being chased...

jumping was the only option.

I won't get much off this.

It should still be hot.

Oh, you got
the bread I like.

We need to get some proper
furniture for this place.

You want somewhere nice to sit?
I'll get you a sofa.

No, I meant for you.

There's sheets over everything.

It's just weird.
It's a house. You sit down.

These are for you.

- No, these are nice.
- There's a transmitter in them.

Okay, that's so nice.

The emit a signal that
feeds off cell phones.

As long as you're near one,
I'll be able to track you.

Do you have to use that one?
I look so rough.

Hey, you want to help me
a second with this? I got...

- Where's my file?
- Uh, Rachel took it.

She wanted to go over it.
Give it a personal touch.

- Yeah.
- And where is she?

- She's at lunch.
- At lunch?

Yeah, she eats.

[baby babbling]

Is that your baby?

Yeah.

You bring your baby
to work?

When my girl
can't have her, yes.

And what...
[sighs]

Fuck it.

You could've said something.

What was I supposed to do?

You could've said something.

[sirens blaring]

Didn't you move in,
like, a year ago?

No wonder you wouldn't
let me come over.

Yeah. But it works for me.
No one says it has to be pretty.

Mom does.

I do what I do.

You do what you do.

I do pizza.

I told you, you don't want
to spend time here.

Don't you want
a proper home again?

I just want to shower
and get back to work.

[water running]

He ain't coming. I'm bored.
I want to go home. Come get me.

Okay, now I'm actually
ready to leave. Thank you.

Okay.

So, you've been here
a while.

Where's your pa?

In jail.

You should stand up straight. You got
some great, hefty tits. Show them off.

There was
a young girl in here.

That foul-mouthed
little thing?

That'd be her.

She left already.

[beeping]

[engine starts]

[beeping continues]

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

[horn honking, tires screeching]

[horn honking]

Are you all right?

- Are you okay?
- Move the car!

Get out of the way!
Move your car!

- You're in shock!
- Move your fucking car!

- It's okay.
- [grunting]

Help! Somebody help!

- [sirens blaring]
- Please!

- Please!
- Oh, fuck.

He pushed me aside.
Must be drunk or something.

Sir. Out of
the vehicle, please.

He is running hundreds
of open profiles.

It's all wired to upgrade
automatically,

but he's barely using half
of its capabilities.

If anything,
he's a self-taught techie.

Why do I recognize him?

He was a judge.
And a good one.

He handled a lot of
our criminal cases.

And he stepped down when
his family was murdered.

[Rachel] My colleagues have some
questions about the equipment in your car.

- There's a young girl out there, been abducted.
- Yes.

He says that he's fitted a girl with
a tracker and he's using her as bait.

The signal went dead
right about here.

It was moving
when we lost it.

Her very life is on the line
right now, right this second.

And here we are, talking!

- Mr. Cooper.
- Get out there and find her!

Your tracker,
how does it work?

Cell phones.

[sirens blaring]

[man 1, over radio] We have
confirmation of cell phone signals

running through the drones.

Copy that.

[man 1, over radio]
Three-Charlie-one-one.

Two minutes outside
Hudson Bridge.

[man 2, over radio] Maintain
UAV clearance until then.

[man 1, over radio]
Drones are up.

[woman] The tracker
signal's loading.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man 1, over radio]
Target located.

Target's two miles northeast
of your location.

[distant music playing]

[music playing]

[music slowing down]

["Jingle Bells" playing]

Shit.

[music slowing down]

Get down! Get down!
Get the fuck down!

[music continues]

[music stops]

[police radio chattering]

[woman] ...trauma to the structural
tissue surrounding your eardrum.

Can you hear me? Good.

I'll come back later
for you MRI.

[Rachel] Julie?

Do you remember how long
you were in captivity?

Did you know him?

Do you remember seeing
any of the other girls?

I'm so sorry that I have
to ask you these questions.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.
He didn't touch me.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

- May I have a second?
- Fuck you, dude.

You two need to have a serious
think about what you're doing.

What we're doing? 'Cause I'm pretty
sure we're the ones that caught him.

Let's go home.

Cops are fucking useless.

You only show up after
it's already happened.

[beeps]

Simon Stulls.

Is your name Simon Stulls?

Simon Stulls.

For the record,
anything you say or do

can and will be held
against you in a court of law.

Would you like the state to
provide you with an attorney?

Please say the word "no" if you're
declining your use of a state attorney.

No.

Born 1987.

Sole proprietor
of 42 Maggy Lane.

[door closes]

Pressurized air valve.

Custom-made and old.

That's why there wasn't
any damage to the cranium.

The rush of air damages
soft tissue, not the bone.

- He's very, very comfortable in there.
- Yeah.

[Rachel] You caused
a lot of people a lot of pain,

and the best thing
you can do now is help us.

[grunting]

This is how
he made them all deaf.

[sobbing]

- You asked to be in here.
- And I asked for you not to be.

[sobbing continues]

[clattering]

[Rachel] Simon.

[Simon sobbing]

You're scared of it?

Can you hear me?

You can't hear me, can you?

Send me home.

I love me so much.

So, so much.

So much. So, so much.

So, so much.

[indistinct chatter]

[helicopter flying overhead]

[monitor beeping]

[man] Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah Collins!

- Sarah!
- Shh, shh. Hey, hey.

- You can't be like this.
- They said they found someone alive.

Let's get this officer
to help you over here.

- Sarah Collins.
- He's gonna help you right here.

- She went missing...
- He'll look after you.

Went missing
four years ago.

Dad!

[sobbing]

[sobbing]

[keys rattling]

[door opens]

He stared at himself for
three hours without moving.

It's called guilt.

I can't get a read on him.

He's impaired,
but it's more social than physical.

It's akin to childhood
disintegrative disorder.

Do you want the good news
or the bad news?

Bad.

[Marshall] They found a lot of
unidentified DNA in that house.

So it's your job
to get inside his head...

and find out what he's done.

A lot of families
need closure out there.

And the good news?

Well, he's shit scared of me.

So I'm gonna go home
and eat.

And probably fucking sleep
for a week.

[chuckles]

Suddenly I'm jealous.

I don't want to be here
or at home.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

Lay next to me, Dad.

[sighs]
I don't sleep so good.

Wait till I fall asleep.

What were you like
when you were my age?

Trouble.

Your Uncle Charlie and I
used to ride bikes

up and down the beach
all day.

We'd fall asleep
in the sand.

Not wake up until
the middle of the night.

Your grandma would be
so angry.

So much trouble.

[police radio chattering]

[cell phone vibrating]

[grunting, choking]

[Rachel] What are you doing?
What are you doing?

- What the fuck else is down there?
- Stop it! Stop it!

- [sobbing]
- He rigged the fucking basement!

- What?
- He killed six fucking cops!

That's what!

[sobbing]

You fucking piece of shit!

[sobbing continues]

Get out! Get out!

- Simon.
- [sobbing]

Okay, it hurts.

It's fine, it's okay.

- [indistinct]
- Simon.

This is not a game.

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

What?

Let's play a game.

'Cause you all look the same.

- Creeper. Creeper!
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's fine. Okay?
You're doing so well. Keep going.

No. I'm not as good as me
with the words.

Teach me how to play the game.

Freezing hot
or burning cold.

[stammering] Brr... Brr...

You wrap them up
and you try to get away,

and you try to get away,
but you can never get away.

You can never get away.

[Simon sobbing]

[Rachel] It's fine.

Everyone is locked down
in a cage like the doggy.

Then they go, "Woof!"
And they go, "Woof!"

And they go, "Woof!"
And they try to bite you.

And they try
to scratch at you.

And they kick at you.
They kick at you.

They kick at you.

He was either playful
or angry. Never both.

Excited like a child, or mean.

[chuckles] Don't let him fool you.
That man is evil.

[male newscaster] Police
have suffered six fatalities

while searching the premises
of a white male in his thirties

who is believed to have several
women locked up in his basement.

Survivors are being treated
at the local hospital.

- Reporting live from Minnesota, KL News.
- [door buzzes]

Yeah, I figured
you might be in here.

The press is outside.
They want a statement.

You got a pen?

Y-Yeah.

No comment.

Right.

[Rachel] Today I'd like to talk about
the money that we found in your house.

You only have one bank account,
but it rarely shows any withdrawals.

Where did you get the money?

Simon?

Do you know where
you got the money?

Finders keepers,
losers bleepers.

Where did you get the money?

In a trunk.

Outside the front door
smoores.

[laughs]
There's a bug in my ear.

Someone brings you money?

♪ Riding through
The snow ♪

- Simon, who brings you money?
- ♪ In a one-horse... ♪

Santa Claus.

He comes at night
when I'm asleep

and then rushes off.
Whoosh!

"Ho ho! Ho ho ho!

Ho ho! Ho!"

[laughing]

Simon.

Tell me about your mother.

Dead. Mommy dead.

Mommy is dead.

She didn't love me.

No, she did love me.
She did love me.

- Did she hurt you?
- No!

[door buzzes]

Okay. Okay, come here.

- I've seen enough of this shit.
- What?

I want him in court today.

But there are elements
of paranoid schizophrenia.

- I genuinely don't care.
- I'm just getting through to him.

We do not have to try to make sense
of this thing. I want him out of here.

He's like bad fucking milk
sitting in the fridge.

Court. Sentenced. Jail.
Got it?

[Rachel] I need more time.

He has multi-personality traits,
each with their own realities.

But I don't know how many he's
created or if he's even aware of them.

I think he's
fucking with us.

Come on, man.
We've had the longest week.

We've had
the longest day.

[Marshall] How else
can someone like this...

do what he's done
for such a long time...

and never get caught?

[sirens wailing]

Shake the tree.

Arrest every fucking thing
that falls.

Yes, sir.

[police radio chattering]

[door buzzes]

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

[metal clangs]

[sobbing]

Good talk.

- It's not him. He's getting help.
- I do not agree.

He's more than capable of
planning for the eventuality...

- He's a fucking idiot!
- The one that you've seen, yes.

But there's more than one of him in there.
That's the point.

I have his mother's
case file.

Amy Stulls, born 1962.
Committed suicide, 1995.

You're chasing ghosts.

[woman] While working overtime
in the textile factory,

mother was abducted
and raped in 1986.

Tossed into a lake.

She survived to become
pregnant with Simon.

What's the address
of that textile factory?

- Okay.
- [door closes]

[woman] They found
a suicide note.

[Rachel] Zoom in.

"Rejoice, rejoice.

Judas's whore is dead.

Come, servants.
Feed on my feet.

The fire, the ice.

The creeper who raped me.

His blood money
I let silence me.

Shame on you all.

Shame.

I hate you.

I love you.

I tried to hide us,
but the devil sees everything.

My evil, evil boy.

My sweet, sweet boy.

Mommy's so sorry.

This winterbug is free."

[metal clangs]

[thud]

[truck engine idling]

[slurping]

So, like, will it hurt?

[chuckles]
No. Don't be silly.

- Where's Cooper?
- Hey, man.

Oh, fucking ball-sacs.

I... I was... I was
just being a friend.

I need Cooper.

He can hear you.

I'm sorry, okay?
I just want to go.

Put those on
or I will let them castrate you.

[man chuckles nervously]

[sighs] I'm not surprised
by what you're up against.

Predators may act in solitary,

but their instincts
are quite the opposite.

They take comfort in knowing that there are
others out there just like them, all alone.

Please, continue to enlighten me
on the nature of criminals.

Well, it's the reason
your men are dying, isn't it?

Simon's got friends.

[doorbell rings]

[ringing]

Hi.

What are you cunts
doing here?

That is not nice. We...

For the record, I have
no legal right or claim

over anything
on this property.

You guys are here illegally,
and now anything you find on that computer

is inadmissible
in a court of law.

- Shit.
- Yeah. Fucktards.

Hey, what's he doing, anyway?

I'm hacking Simon's
virtual drive

from what it thinks
is a trusted source

through
to the exchange.

Why are you helping him?

Because he never tried
to fuck me,

and wouldn't, if he could.

He's decent. Most men
are fucking gross.

Not all men
are gross.

Oh, yours isn't?

No, mine is.

- [beeps]
- [man] I'm in.

Who are you?

How many cases have you worked
where guilt is obvious

but the jury had to ignore
a piece of evidence?

Like a rapist who buys
his way out of a case.

Suddenly someone has the courage
to refuse his offer to pay her off.

Prosecutes.

Jury will never hear
what he's done before.

Doesn't really give you
the right to run around,

hacking people's nuts off,
though, does it?

If a lion eats someone
and you lock it up

and you say,
"Don't do that again,"

then ten years later,
you let it out, what happens?

Not all criminals
are animals.

Some are wired to be.

Eighty percent of sex offenders re-offend.
Eighty percent.

Yet we knowingly let them
back out onto the street.

Seven this last month released
within 15 miles of this school.

That's five out of seven
active predators.

Unless you treat
the underlying cause

of their instinct
to offend: Hormones.

When you do that, the re-offend
rate drops to just five percent.

You can't think someone's
gonna commit a crime

regardless of any of
the social factors,

because that is
dangerously narrow-minded.

It's like thinking
all Muslims are terrorists.

I'm not talking about
the color of a man's skin.

I'm talking about the endless
voice in a predator's head

that says,
"Do it, do it, do it."

You're too stubborn
to ask why.

I know why.
You think you got punished

for letting all those
sex offenders out of prison.

What happened
to your family...

was a tragedy.

And no matter how many
predators you treat...

that guilty you're feeling...

it never goes away.

We hacked his server. He was talking
to someone called Hunter. Hunter71.

Explosive in the car was pentaerythritol
tetranitrate. Commonly used.

However, the compounds
in the trigger are unique.

High-intensity, stable,
low surrounding impact, and dense.

Expensive. Military grade.

Simon said that Santa comes and drops
money off at the house every year.

Maybe Santa pays
the bomb maker.

Run a search for military
personnel in the state,

born 1971.

Okay. Which one of those
are trained in explosives?

No longer in service.

- [gunshot]
- He's hit! Shots fired!

Pop smoke!

[gunfire]

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting continues]

Cease fire! Cease fire!
Turn around!

Stay back! Stay back!

Wait!

We both know
why you're here.

You sold a trigger explosive to a man who
abducted and killed more than ten women.

- What?
- Don't you have a fucking newspaper?

What else
did you make him?

Uh, a signal blocker
for cell phones.

It was nothing.

[sighs]

That was the guy who
locked up all those women?

Yeah. Someone out there
has been...

[gunshot]

[sighs]

[sniffs]

Tell me about your mommy.

Tell me about her.

I bet she hated you.

She loved me.
She protected me.

Protected you from what?

She didn't take care of you.
She didn't love you.

- You...
- No one loves you.

No one. You have nobody.

- No.
- You have nobody to keep you company...

- No.
- ...except your reflection.

You're a freak.

Where's the other Simon?
I want to talk to him.

- Rachel, don't.
- Come on. Come on.

- What is it? You like tits?
- No.

- You like to chain women up?
- No.

Yes, you do. Come on.

- Come on, Simon.
- Don't do that.

Come on!
What did she do to you?

- [buzzing]
- Come on!

- Tell me what she did to you!
- No.

- Tell me.
- Rachel, no.

What? What did she
do to you? Tell me!

- Come on!
- She never let me play!

She always kept me
locked in a cage

like a monkey!
Like a monkey!

What did you do to her?
What did you do to your mom?

- [buzzing continues]
- They made me.

- They told me to do it.
- Who's they?

- They told me...
- Who's they?

- They told me to.
- Who's they?

They told...

- Fuck me! Who's they? Who's they?
- [screaming]

Who's they?
The voices in your head?

Tell me who it is!
I want to talk to the other Simon!

I want to talk
to the man!

I am the man!
I do what I want!

Do you remember all the women
that you killed?

I remember them.
I remember them.

Who was the first one?

[screams]

I hate him.
He follows me everywhere!

- Who's he?
- [screams]

[gasping]

[coughing]

This arrived for you upstairs.
I signed for it.

- You know, give you a break.
- Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah, it's just been
a long day.

So, you want to go
get some ribs?

Baby, I'm ready to take her.

Baby? Are you sleeping?

Hey.

Hey.

[moaning softly]

Marshall.

[child laughing on a loop]

Everyone get out!

[police radio chattering]

You know,
I have to yell at people

to get them to do
what I want.

You don't.

What are you doing here?

It's freezing cold and it's
the middle of the night.

You don't...
Well, I know you don't want to be here.

[chuckles]

I despise downtown.

My wife used to chastise me
because I never took any, so...

It just doesn't feel right to put
my feet up where hers should be.

You know what I mean?

I'm used to seeing you
look like shit.

You look, like,
almost normal.

[chuckles] What's going on?

I'm just...

You know.

[radio dispatcher] Bomb threat at
the police station. Everyone evac.

- I repeat, everyone evac.
- Shit.

[sirens blaring]

[alarm blaring]

Whoa, whoa, we gotta go.
Come on.

[man] Gotta get out! Let's go!

[indistinct shouting]

[Simon gasps]

[door buzzes]

Put this shit on.
Put it on.

[door locks]

[laughing]

I got you. I got you.

[laughing]

I got you!

- Shut up.
- I got you!

Rachel, where is he?

In his cell.

That package was from you.

[laughing]

He's not gonna blow himself up.
This is bullshit.

- Why wouldn't he?
- Because then the game is over.

- [singing]
- Hey. Where are we going?

♪ Through the fields
We go ♪

♪ Laughing all the way ♪

[Simon laughing]

[Simon continues singing
indistinctly]

♪ Making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun it is
To laugh and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Fuck!

Where is she?
You're not going anywhere.

Simon!

Alicia! Alicia!

Alicia!

[gasps]

- [coughs]
- [gasps]

[sobbing] Oh, my God.

[cooing]

[man gasping]

[sobbing]

Come here.

[girl] Since when
do you cook?

I used to cook
for your mother all the time.

I just haven't had
a reason to.

I mean, do you do
your hair all nice

when there's no one there
to look at it?

Yes.

That's a bad example.

This is gluten-free,
right?

'Cause I'm
gluten-intolerant.

[laughs] No, you're not.

What's going on?

When your mother and I
had you,

she was very nervous
about my job.

SWAT is dangerous.

So I moved to Homicide.

It was quieter.

But with you around,
everything became personal.

Where I couldn't
afford it to be.

I tried everything.

Even therapy.

[scoffs] Can you imagine me
in therapy?

You hate talking.

So you were worried something
bad would happen to me?

No.

Actually...

I just couldn't...

I couldn't see it anymore.

You know when you're
in bed at night

and the lights are off,

you can see the room, right?

Then if you turn the lights
on and off again,

you can't see anything.

The people I chase...

they live in the dark.

And I could see them really
easily until you came along.

Because...

you were the light.

No phones or laptops
till you come get us.

I get it. It's okay, Dad.

Be careful.

[door closes]

[Rachel] Simon's mother
was suicidal.

After the rape and pregnancy,
she must've seen a psychiatrist.

[Marshall] That doesn't matter. All the
files of the rape charges have been buried.

Not these. The state has
strict indemnity clauses

to protect itself in the event
a patient commits suicide.

Records at crisis centers across
the state get backed up annually.

Simon wouldn't know that.

Nobody would.

Waste of fucking time.

It's Marshall. I need two teams down
at the psychiatric record center.

There is a corridor
filled with crap down here.

[Rachel] Got it.

Okay. Hold on that.

You want to meet
his mother?

[man] Amy Stulls.
AXOP-392.

So, you look good.
Are you sleeping?

Better than ever.

- And eating?
- Always.

Are you still refusing
an ultrasound?

The doctors are there
to help you, you know.

Look, I've...

I've started getting
nice things already.

And I assume
you bought those

with the money you got
from the settlement?

Do you really think,
given what he did to you,

he's gonna leave you
and the baby alone?

Well, everyone else thinks
he's such a nice man.

She knew him.
We find his dad, we find Simon.

[man] ...and he comes knocking
on that door wanting his kid?

Judas sinned
and was forgiven.

[Cooper, on phone] We found
Mother's file in the archive.

1976. Amy Stulls.

Rape and attempted murder.

Settled out of court
for $1.14 million,

but the payee's name
is not listed.

[Marshall] Good work.
Can you make it down to the station?

I'll do my best.

Make yourselves
comfortable.

Well, he's covered
his tracks well.

- [telephone rings]
- Yep.

[Rachel] His father's name isn't
on any of the criminal reports,

and I can't find any sign
of him on the database.

If the commissioner
had given me the fucking time

that I needed to find it instead
of fucking yelling at me,

then maybe we'd have a clue
where he is right now.

Will your professional opinion be
worded that way in your report?

Look, we know he knew her
and he paid her off.

If he didn't own
the textile company,

see who owned
the buildings.

Patching it through.

[woman] MCG Industries.
Statewide textile and supply distributor.

Founded by David McGovern.

Recently cited in a car accident
with one Michael Cooper.

[man] I didn't see you!

[tires screeching]

You're in shock! It's okay!

McGovern's also serving as chairman
of the board of benefactors

to Flexston Prep,

where he currently resides
on campus.

- Guys, guys, guys.
- Folks, with me. Come on.

[overlapping chatter]

You guys, with me. Inside.

[chattering]

[woman] What is going on?

[overlapping chatter]

Right there.
Door is open.

[Simon] You're going to die!

- I hate you!
- Drop the knife, Simon.

Drop the fucking knife!

I want my bear.
Please, my bear.

Creep, creep, creeper.

I want my bear!

You're his father?

[Simon] I want my bear!

Please, my bear.

[sobbing] I want my bear.

Simon, why did you
do this?

I hate him.
He wouldn't leave me alone!

My bear!
I want my bear!

[sobbing] I want my bear!
I want my bear!

Mommy's bear!

[sighs deeply]

Just give him the fucking bear,
you cunting bitch.

Look what he made me do.

No more crying
like a fucking baby.

You want to know
what I did to those sluts?

[sighs] There's a busload
of them you don't know about.

Give him what he wants.

His bear.

If you could hear him crying
like a fucking baby.

I can't listen to him anymore.
Shut him up.

No bear, no bodies.

Nothing but twiddling
that tight little...

[laughing]

I give you this,
you give me everything.

[sighs]

[sirens blaring]

[Rachel] Samantha Crawley.

Deceased?

Catherine Titus.

No?

Alison Woods.

Deceased?

Rebecca Chastain.

[Cooper] Lara?

[Rachel] Deceased?

Emily Richardson.

Rachel Prodhome?

Victoria Maringoth.

Emily Phillips.

No?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[no audible dialogue]

He's been in my fucking house!
What the fuck are you lot doing here?

That's impossible.
He's been here since yesterday afternoon.

- Just take a beat and calm down.
- I will not!

- Cooper.
- Can I remind you

the only reason you
haven't been arrested...

- 'Cause you're too busy being dicked around.
- Cooper!

You know I have
nothing to lose.

You find her.
You find my girl unharmed.

Or I'm not responsible
for what happens next.

[door buzzes]

Where's Lara?

[groans]

Let me say I'm sorry.

Then I'll tell you.

Apology accepted.

Not to you, silly bean.

To them, outside.

Let me say sorry
for the things I've done.

And then I'll tell you
where the last one is.

Is she alive?

Yes.

But ticktock, ticktock,

ticktock, ticktock,
ticktock.

Who's the clever boo-boo?

We can't take the chance
of losing another girl.

There's no way
this ends well.

Of course
there fucking is.

[people shouting]

Please, quiet! Please, quiet!

Just say you're sorry.
Anything else,

and they'll be begging
for the death penalty.

- I wanted to say...
- [man] Hey! Did you take my wife?

Hey, look at the picture, man!
Did you take her?

No, I did not.

She's way too ugly.

[people gasping]

The reason
I didn't get caught

is because the police
and all of you

are dumber than the sluts
that I fucked!

[overlapping shouts]

Son of a bitch!

[shouting continues]

[Marshall] They're gonna try and
lynch you here and at the courthouse.

So get their attention
and then bug out.

- I'm going.
- Absolutely not.

Lara's still out there.
He won't talk to you.

[car engine starts]

Fine. Be careful.

[people shouting]

[shouting continues]

[police dispatcher]
20-10 exiting Crossland.

10-15 on Andover Street.

[beeping]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Where has he put Lara?

[police radio chattering]

Where is she?

Where is Lara?

Pause two and seven.

Put them together
on the same screen.

Why do you stay
with your husband

when you know
he fucks other women?

How did you know that?

Shit!

[tires screeching]

[Rachel grunting]

Fuck.

Fuck this. Come on.

I'm so sick of...

Where is she?
Where is she?

[kicking, grunting]

Tell me, damn you.
Tell me.

Where is my Lara?

Damn you! My Lara!

- Where the fuck is she?
- [groaning]

Where is my Lara?

Where the fuck is she?
Tell me!

[laughing]

[grunting]

Good boy.

[Simon] Good boy.

Kiss.

Ahh!

Take that fucking shit off.

Is that Rachel?
Rachel's in there!

You get the young one!
I got Rachel!

Rachel likes me!
Hi, Rachel!

[gunshot]

[laughing]

[Simon] Rachel?

Rachel?

[chattering]

[screaming]

[tires screech]

[sighs]

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

[panting]

[police radio chattering]

- What have you got?
- There's two.

Yeah, I know. What else?

He said... He said
he's got the younger one.

"Grab...
Grab your winterbug.

See who gets out."

[horn honks]

[powering up]

They must've switched at the school.
They were both there.

And we only got one of them.

All right.
Think forward, not back.

So, where is he
taking them?

Add "winterbug"
to the key words.

♪ Time to play, winterbug,
Winterbug, Winterbug ♪

♪ Where do you go In the
snow, Winterbug Winterbug? ♪

Hey, hey, hey.

If anyone gets out,
you can go second.

- And then we swapsies.
- Swapsies? Swapsies?

I thought
you were mad at me.

Quit fucking with your ear.

I am mad at you.

But I fucking love you.

- [woman] Winterbug. Norovirus.
- [Marshall] That's not it.

- Winterbug. Handbag.
- No. Next.

Winterbug. Pagan and animal
sacrifice by burning or drowning.

Wasn't the mother
thrown into a lake?

Hmm. The location wasn't listed
in the police report.

Bring up the Amy Stulls
interview, two minutes in.

It felt good to kill Daddy,
didn't it?

Yes, I liked it.
I liked it a lot.

And if it feels good,
it's okay. Remember?

Mommy would be happy not
following me around anymore

like a sneak-sneak-sneaker.

Daddy just wanted
to be your friend.

Like he was with me.

The police all thought
that he was trying to save you.

- Yeah.
- But really it was me.

Me. It was me.

- Because I love you.
- I love me.

No one else loves you.

Only me, silly bean.

I want Rachel.
I have Rachel.

'Cause she actually
likes me.

She likes me.

Now I have a life
inside of me.

And it is my purpose
to keep it safe and alive

and far from the devil's gaze.

[Simon] Time to play winterbug!
Time to play winterbug!

Time to play winterbug!
Winterbug, winterbug.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, hey, come here.

When you find them,
kill them... both.

No fucking around.

[grunting]

[chattering]

[laughing]

[grunting]

Whoa.

[grunting]
Brrr! Ooh! Brrr!

The frostbite
will bite my toes.

[Simon] Almost! Almost!

Another one!

Whoosh! Ha ha ha!
Almost! Almost!

One more. [laughing]

One more, one more.

Whoosh! Rachel! Rachel!

[laughing]

[chattering]

Ha ha ha! Yeah!

[laughing]

Rachel! Rachel!

[shouting]

[both shouting at once]

Boom, boom, boom!

[shrieking]

Help! Help!

- Fire!
- [screaming]

[laughing]

[sirens blaring]

[mumbling]

[screaming]

- Wait! Stop! Stop!
- [cracking]

Stop!

- [cracking]
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[shouting]

Come here, quick.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Stay here.
- No fucking way.

There's no safety on that.

Wait. We have to tell Cooper I'm okay.
He's gonna be worried.

- Oh, my God.
- It's okay.

- Look at me. Look at me.
- Oh, my God.

I know it doesn't feel like it right
now, but you're gonna be okay.

I promise you.

Okay?

Okay.

- [creaking]
- [gasps]

[grunts]

[gunshot echoes]

[breathing rapidly]

[gasps]

[cocks gun]

[Simon softly singing
"Jingle Bells"]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[Rachel coughing]

[screaming]

He told me
what you did to him.

Do you want to see the man?
Do you want to see the man?

[grunting]

[laughing]

Oh, you fucking bitch.

[both grunting]

[choking]

[grunting]

[distant screaming]

[Simon] Why me?

[distant screaming continues]

[Simon] Why me? Why me?

Hey! Why me?

[screaming]

Why me? Why me?

Let him go! Let him go!

Let me out.

Let him go or I'll fucking
kill her right now!

[screaming]

[Marshall] Can't hear you.

Get out there,
fucking bitch.

- Get out there, you fucking bitch.
- [Simon sobbing]

Don't you fucking hurt him.
I will fucking kill her!

I can't hear you!
You're gonna have to come closer!

- Come on.
- Don't you touch him.

- [screaming]
- Don't you fucking touch him!

[sobbing]

I will fucking
kill her!

I will fucking kill her.
Don't you hurt him.

Don't you touch him.

- Let him go!
- [ice cracking]

[gasps]

- [screaming]
- See what happens?

- Do you see what happens?
- Okay, enough! Enough!

I will stick this gun right up
her fucking cunt and shoot her.

If we go through this ice,
you're dead in 60 seconds.

[gunshots]

[screams]

She'll fall right into
the fucking ice.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

You think I fucking care
if I die?

- No!
- You care if he dies, don't you?

- [screaming]
- I will fucking...

I will fucking kill you!

Think of everything
you've done to get him out.

You can have him, too.
Just let her go.

- No!
- Rachel, go.

Point it over here!
Keep that pointed here! Go!

[ice cracking]

Fuck.

I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here.

I don't... be...

- You love your brother, don't you?
- Yeah.

- You really love him?
- Yes, I want to be with him.

- Yeah?
- Yes. Yes, yes.

Okay, come here.
Come here.

Go give him a big hug.

- Come here!
- [gasping]

Come here!

Fuck you!

[gasping]

[screams]

No!

[muffled screaming]

[heavy breathing]

[Cooper] Lara, I write this
in the event of my death.

And I've left
instructions within.

Although you allowed me
to be your guardian,

know that you were also mine.

Your light saved me.

Now shine.

[rings doorbell]

Hey. Oh, yeah,
we're not doing that.

You said
anything I wanted.

Who are you?

I'm Rachel.
I work with your dad.

You must be Faye.

Are you married?

Currently, yes.

Faye, Rachel saved my life.

So?

[Rachel] Here, let me help you.

Okay.

All right.

[engine starts]

♪ You're an angel
Looking into my eyes ♪

♪ I can see you
Travel back into time ♪

♪ Still they say you
Hide a devil inside ♪

♪ You are dangerous ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So you hear the fire burn? ♪

♪ It will call your name ♪

♪ Steady rising
Before the end ♪

♪ For the whole tomorrow ♪

♪ Your little lies
Are oil on my skin ♪

♪ Your little lies
Could not let me in ♪

♪ You're an angel
Looking into my eyes ♪

♪ I can see you
Travel back into time ♪

♪ Still they say you
Hide a devil inside ♪

♪ You are dangerous ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ You're dangerous ♪

♪ With all your lies ♪

♪ You see me rise ♪

♪ And so am I ♪

♪ You're an angel, yeah ♪

♪ Looking into my eyes ♪

♪ I can see you
Travel back into time ♪

♪ Still they say you
Hide a devil inside ♪

♪ You are dangerous ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ So am I ♪

♪ Like the break
Of a dawning sun ♪

♪ We will rise ♪

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