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[V.6.]

(ominous synthesizer music)

(audience applauding)

- What else can we say about her?

Well, she's not only a good citizen,

she's a fine example of the independent,

American businesswoman.

Now, this year, we did
not have to look very far.

The Fuller County Chamber Of Commerce

is pleased to honor as
it's Women of the Year,

Jeanne Donaldson.

(audience applauding)

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- Thank you.

You know, an honor like this,

well, it's one of the best awards

I can think of for being a workaholic.

Right up there with stock options.

(ominous synthesizer music)

This makes it all worth while.

Thank you, all.
(audience applauding)

(crutches tapping on pavement)

- So, city council will sit

on their jobs for another 10 years

trying to solve a problem.

It's a tribute to 'em.
- (chuckling) Yes, exactly.

- By the way, this is a party, right?

- (chuckling) Ah, well
enough celebrating for me.

I mean, I've got a early

meeting tomorrow, so.
- Jeanne, congratulations.

- Thank you, goodnight.
- It was nice

to see you again, goodnight.

- B-bye.
- Goodnight.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(crutches tapping on pavement)

(briefcase banging on ground)
(Jeanne gasping)

- Oh, God, it's you.

I didn't know you were here tonight.

What happened to your leg?

You know, you really shouldn't
have bothered coming.

Here.

(Jeanne screaming)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(sirens wailing)

- [Eric] Oh, man.

(bushes rustling)

- [George] How come you
leave fibers and he doesn't?

- He tried harder.

- [George] You know, he
probably carries 'em in

from the road while they're
still alive and kickin'.

- [Eric] And maybe he
didn't, maybe they walk

into the woods hand and hand.

- Name's Donaldson, Jeanne, age 34.

Same profile, single, successful.

Ran a wholesale meat business.

The Chamber of Commerce just
named her Woman of the Year.

- Now she's corpse of the month.

(camera clicking)

- I don't know about you boys,

but this, never in my life.

Cuts everywhere, cigarette
burns up and down the body.

I read your reports on the other five.

Your boy's got some new tools.

From the marks, I'd say pliers.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- That's genius, Eric.

He leaves nothing.

If he stopped today,
we never would get him.

- We'll get him, George.

- Why, because he'll make a mistake?

- 'Cause he's not gonna stop.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(Margo crying)

- I feel so guilty.

- About what?

- All the times we should
have called Jeanne and didn't.

- It wasn't just you.

She had a career, too.

How long do we have to stay here?

(Joanna chuckling)
Look, I know it's rude.

I'm just a little sick of crying, okay?

- We won't stay long.

- Okay.

Oh, God.

(sighing) Debbie Gilligan?
- I can't...

I'll save you.

(mourners chattering)

- You a friend of Jeanne's?

- Since high school.

You?

- I didn't know her.

Eric Gaines.

- Joanna Warren.

Um, if you didn't know her, what...

- I'm with the Federal Task
Force on Serial Killers.

- Well, what do you
think that someone here

could be the Deep Woods Killer?

- Well, you never know.

I mean, it could be a flower delivery boy.

Well, yeah, you know,
sometimes these sickos

get a kick out of seeing the suffering.

It could be anybody.

- Even a policeman.

- (chuckling) Yeah, it could be.

- Aren't you afraid?

- [Margo] It's single woman he's after.

I'm worried about you.

You feel up to facing your public?

- (chuckling) After
this it'll be a relief.

(ominous synthesizer music)

There you go, pumpkin.

So--
- Miss Warren,

customer over at the register.

Could you do this next?

- Oh, who?

- Suzanne, that's Suzanne with a Z.

- [Joanna] Oh.

Who's next?

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

(crowd chattering)

- [Frank] Okay, folks,
please quiet down a second.

Thank you.

Our leader would like a few words with us.

Let's give it up for the leader.

(crowd applauding)

- Thank you.

Well, it's a long way
from my garage to this.

And well, thanks for getting us here.

- Yeah, and if I can get him to operate

this economy size scissors,

(audience laughing)
we can officially

open our new building, alright.

(crowd applauding)

(audience cheering)
- Yeah.

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- I'm very impressed.

- Well I'm glad you're
impressed 'cause I'm a wreck.

I hate things like this.

And Mom's coming, right?

- You know how her mind is.
- Tommy?

- Well, somehow she never seems

to miss your publication parties.

- Ah, Tommy.

- I gotta go, it's business

- Oh, this is my husband.
- Excuse me.

- This is Bill, this
- Hi.

is Phyllis.
- Hi, how are you?

- Any other good news?
- Hi.

- We had the tests.

We're both fertile.
- Good, soon then.

- Ah, as soon as Tommy stops
working 18 hours a day.

- Mm.
- What about you?

- Oh, I wish I could meet somebody.

Someone like Tommy.

You put most men next to him.
- Oh, they will.

Keep looking, he's out there for you.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I bring
you the amazing sonar cane

from our fine company Meditron, now.

(cane beeping)

Okay.

Whoa, whoa.

What, what, whoa.

Oh, what?

Now that is quite a piece of hardware.

Actually tells a blind man he's about

to meet the most beautiful
woman at the party.

How many will you take?

- I don't need any, thank you.

- Well how 'bout one of me?

Act fast, only one in stock.

I'm Frank McCarry.

- Oh, he knows who you are.

A letch.
- I'm a what? (chuckling)

Your brother told me about you.

I saw you come in, and

had to plan my obstacle
course very carefully.

- Ah, excuse me, Frank.

I'm gonna borrow Jo for a minute.

I don't wanna interfere
with your personal life,

I mean, it's your business but Frank...

- He's very charming.

- Yeah, I know that.

He's been here for six months,

and that charm's worked its magic

on half my secretary pool.

- I'm glad you care,

but I am a grown woman now.

- Well, I'm gonna go shake some hands.

And by the way, Frank's not the kinda guy

that likes to make commitment.

- Would you stop worrying about me?

I'm not that fragile.

- Okay.

(Joanna chuckling)

- Detective Miller?

- Oh, it's just plain Mr. Miller.

- Oh, well on the phone you,

well, well frankly I only came here

because I thought you
were with the police.

- Oh, I never said that Miss Warren.

- Oh, but you did.

You said you were investigating

the death of my friend, Jeanne Donaldson.

Private investigator.

Who hired you?

- Won't you sit down.

The tea is very good here.

- Why are you following me?

- I simply wanted a signed book.

- Hmm, okay, your friend, Miss Donaldson,

received a letter before she died.

Handwritten.

A vicious letter.

- So you're saying, you
wanted my handwriting

because I'm suspect?

- It was a possibility.

- So Jeanne's parents hired you?

- Actually, I working on the case

of another victim, Helen Bonfara.

She owned a boat business down on the bay.

- Why did you call me today, Mr. Miller?

- (chuckling) A couple of questions.

Can you think of anything
that might link these victims?

- No, I...

- [Paul] Take a look at this.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Jeanne.

- And Helen Bonafara.

Now, a serial killer's victims
usually resemble each other,

but something else must
connect these girls,

and I don't see it.

Do yo have any ideas?

- No, I, I don't know why asking me this.

I'm sure the police are doing everything--

- The killer is very smart.

The police won't catch him.

- Well, I don't think I can help you.

- Alright, you tried.

That's the important thing.

Now can I warm that tea for you?

- No, no thank you.

If that's all...

- Of course.

What else could there be?

- Apple pie?
- Sure, thank you.

- That's okay, you know, just forget

the whole goddamn thing, thank you.

You can scratch the architect.

She turned up at a Philadelphia motel

after a six day bender.

You think they could have
told us that she was in A.A.

before we started looking?

Oh, no.

- Well, look, if Washington
wants a press conference,

you just do it.

It's called public relations.

- You think anybody needs to hear

that we're still on square one?

- Just hit the profile.

Women with good careers, single, mid-30's.

And warn 'em not to make new friends.

- You think Woodsy takes
time to make friends?

- Well, he always picks somebody single.

You know, there's never a struggle.

Nobody hears screams.

Unless you got another explanation?

- Woodsy has got a trick.

Someway to get their confidence fast.

- Eric, these are successful women.

Smart cookies.

I don't think they're so easy to fool.

- Well, maybe that's
what turns him, you know?

A game.

Showing who's smarter.

- [George] Yeah.

- [Eric] Hmm.

(Joanna laughing)

(Frank moaning)

- Let me get this hooked.

- [Frank] I'm already hooked.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- You want a nightcap?

- [Frank] Ah, sure.

(Frank sighing)

Joanna.

(Joanna sighing)

- This isn't me.

- Oh, yeah?

Who might it be? (laughing)

- It's just a little fast.

- Oh, well as the poet said,

the innocent and the beautiful
have no enemy but time.

- (chuckling) How many
times have you said that?

- You think I remember?

- I think you do.

- Oh, yeah.

- Now listen, I'll go
if you want me to, okay?

(melodic guitar solo)

(romantic guitar and synthesizer music)

- Tommy told me to worry about you.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, he just wants the
best for you, right?

- Right.

- I'm not such a bad choice.

(Joanna giggling)

- If he's so great, I wish you would have

brought him for the weekend.

- No.
- It would have been fun.

- I didn't wanna push it.

I mean, we've only known each
other for a few months, and...

- Ooh, you're such a little Miss Muffet.

- Wow, I think these are Murano.

- Really?
- Yes, oh, they're beautiful.

Do you have anymore, is it just these?

- [Woman] Just those three.

- [Margo] Oh, they're great,

but what am I gonna do with three?

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Hey, you have to pay for that.

- We, we, we will, we will.

What are you doing, what's wrong?

- The man who was
following me, Mr. Miller.

- The detective?

- If he is a detective.

I don't even know who he works for.

- He was here, are you sure he was here?

- I think it was him.

- Come on, we gotta pay for this.

- [Woman] I love those baskets.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- You're sure it was
him at the flea market?

- [Joanna] I'm sure.

(knocking on door)

- Okay, check the victim's files.

See if you can link any of them to Miller.

- You got it.

- There's no Paul Miller
registered in state

as a private investigator.

- I knew something was wrong, I knew it.

Do, do you think that he could be him?

- I don't know, I mean, he
checks your handwriting,

and he follows you, I
don't know what that means.

But we'll keep checking.

- Okay, well...

- Well, in the meantime,
if you see him again,

you just let me know, and I'll be there.

Not the best of circumstances,

but I'm glad to see you again.

I was wondering, maybe
you and me could, uh...

- Oh, De, Eric, I'm
seeing somebody right now.

- Well, if it doesn't pan out...

(Joanna chuckling)

You see this Miller again, you call me.

- Alright.

- Don't wait.

- I won't.
- Okay.

- [Woman] I actually have
those photographs you wanted.

(keys jangling)

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(cane tapping on pavement)

- Oh, there you are.

I thought you were gonna
meet me at the other end?

Well here, I have something for you.

- Oh, no, please don't.

Oh, God.

How could you do this to me?

Please, please don't.

(screaming)

Please. (screaming)

- [Detective] Yeah, check that.

I already see some blood spots.

(sirens wailing)

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Think he's getting careless?

- This guy?

With the fire laws, maybe.

You won't find any prints.

(bag zipping)

- Joanna was gifted, of course,

but I helped it along.

I was always reading you
and Tommy nursery rhymes.

That Mother Goose book, I still have it.

- Mom, I give you credit for everything.

- Let's see.

Uh, The Old Lady Who Lived in A Shoe.

Jack and Jill.

I only had to read these
two or three times,

and Joanna knew them by heart.

- Oh.

- Then, after the accident,

when she started drawing,

I mean, what else could
she do on that bed?

- Mom, you make it sound
like I was an invalid.

- And I suppose you weren't?

Joanna got the worst of it.

- Dad got the worst of it, he was killed.

- Your father, God bless him,
didn't suffer an instant.

Tommy got out without a scratch.

(Tommy clearing throat)

- Time for dessert, Mom.

- Mm.
- Good idea.

(group laughing)

- [Joanna] I don't know,
Tommy, 10 rooms is a lot.

- I know, but if we sell this house, it's,

well, it's like selling our childhood.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

Do you remember the tree house?

I mean, do you ever think about it?

- Sometimes.

- Jack and Jill.

Prince and Princess.

I loved pretending.

- It's a long time ago.

Let's go back in.

- [Tommy] You know, I love
that it's still there.

- [Joanna] I told Mom
to take that rope down,

so the neighborhood kids
couldn't climb up and get hurt.

- I just kept tying one knot
over the next (chuckling)

and the next and the next.

I was so afraid you were gonna fall.

(screen door creaking)

- Joanna?

It's getting kinda late.

- [Joanna] Okay, I'll be right there.

- Alright.

- [Tommy] Is he treating you okay?

- Can't you tell?

- 'Cause you know how much trouble he's in

if he makes you unhappy?

- He's not like you said.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Look, Doc, we've checked priors.

We've followed every forensics lead.

We've crosschecked a half dozen
different ways with the FBI.

You gotta give us something.

- He had shame.

Subconscious desire to be caught,

and maybe he'd give
himself away but this one,

forget about bread crumbs in the woods.

He likes it.

- Hey, Doc, look, with all
due respect to Sigmund Freud,

I know killers.

Eventually they crack.

- You know what a sociopath is?

A person who does bad things
but never feels bad about it.

So serial killers don't make mistakes.

- You ever see a serial
killer give himself away?

- You could see him lose control.

Do three, four at once.

- Yeah, that's how they got Ted Bundy.

- Cox, Allison, 34.

She's a supervisor at a bakery,
it's the same as the others.

Smart, career woman and no struggle.

- He knows his targets.

He gets close to them.

- Picks 'em up.

He's a lover boy.

- Attractive, charming.

A way with words.

- That'd make a good APB, huh?

Be on the lookout for Prince Charming.

(lighter clicking)
(ominous synthesizer music)

(Frank chuckling)

- Oh, hi.

I was just looking.

I couldn't sleep, and

I guess I should have asked

- Yes, you should have.

- You know, they're fantastic.

I mean, what you do.

Helping kids see how magical and

strange life is, mm.

- Maybe I'm too sensitive about my work.

- No.

No.

I oughta go.

I think we'll both sleep better.

I'm gonna get dressed.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- [Woman] Dana carried off
in the talons of a bird.

That would give me nightmares,
let alone a three year old.

- I like them.

- I love publishing your books,

but I can't imagine what
you had in mind here.

I mean, Joanna, some
of these are grotesque.

Joanna, what's the matter?

Something you wanna talk about?

- No, no, it's nothing.

I've just, I've just been under

a lot of pressure lately, and

it's alright, I'll do them again.

- Sweetheart, don't hurry.

Your fans will wait.

Take your time, okay?

(ominous synthesizer music)

Get away from work.

Take some time off, okay?

- Okay, thank you.

- Call me if I can help.

- Alright.
- B-bye.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(dramatic synthesizer music)

- Security?
- Security,

security, there's a man following me.

I'm in Parking Lot A in the hallway.

I called security.

(siren wailing)

- [Paul] Joanna?

- [Joanna] That's him, stop him.

- Your drawings.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- They released Miller.

- They let him go?

- I tried, they won't charge him.

You know that check we
ran on his P.I. license?

- Well, I thought you
said he wasn't registered.

- Not here, in Nevada.

- I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll keep on eye on you.

I'll have a cruiser run by your apartment,

make sure you're okay.

- Wait, why can't you put him in jail?

- [Eric] Well, it's not so
easy to put somebody away

if you can't link 'em to a crime.

- Joanna?

- This is my brother, Tommy.

- Eric Gaines.

- What are you gonna do about this guy?

- I wish we could get
around the clock protection

for Joanna, we got no budget.

If you get a physical threat,

we can get a restraining order.

- Come on, Jo, let's go.

- Thanks anyway.

- Why don't you come out to
the house and spend the night?

I mean, I worried about
you, this guy is a nut.

- [Officer] It was a a kid
on a blind lead, but...

(woman blowing out candles)

- Burning these all day, is it worth it?

- It's our product, and nothing's
warmer than candlelight.

You did a great job today.

- Thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

See you tomorrow.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(keys jangling)

- Oh, hi.

How are you?

We go those candles in that you ordered.

(keys jangling)

Let me get those for you.

(woman screaming)

- [Joanna] To Pete or Patricia,

whichever he or she maybe.

- Here, here.
(glasses clinking)

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

- Thank you.

- (chuckling) I'm so
excited, aren't you excited?

- Oh, very excited.
- Mm.

- You have no sleep, mounds of diapers.

A fortune for college.

(door bell ringing)

- I love diapers.

(group laughing)
- Ah, and with that.

- [Beth] Who else is coming, Margo?

- [Joanna] I wasn't expecting anybody.

- So, mother?
- Mm-hmm.

- Are we doing the
natural childbirth thing

or what's the deal?

- [Beth] Well, I'm tempted to go

the old fashioned route, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- Knock me out.

- Yes.
- Wake me when it's over.

- That is the way to go.
- Yeah.

- The only way.
(Beth chuckling)

- [Joanna] Who was it?

- It was your doorman.

Someone left this for you.

- Oh, nice.

- Wow, it's a, it's an
old Grimm's Fairy Tales.

It's illustrated, it's very valuable.

- Wow.
- Let me see it.

(ominous synthesizer music)

With apologies, Paul Miller.

What's this guy trying to do?

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Who found her?

- A lady walking her dog.

I told my wife, if she
wants to go buy groceries,

wail 'til I get home.

- How long?

- Two, three days at the most.

- Freshest one yet.

- Ah, cigarette butt.

No prints.

- That'll make it 19.

- On the nose.

- 19, 19 what?

- 19 days since Woodsy
killed the last one.

- Yeah, at the beginning he
was doing about one a month

as far as we could tell.

- He's speeding up.

Thanks, Doc.
- Mm-hmm.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(car door clacking shut)

(Joanna screaming)
- Ooh.

- God, you scared me half to death.

Have you been following me?

- It's just that this woman was killed,

I was thinking about you,

and I just wanted to, I don't know,

Just check up on ya.

- Well, next time you
wanna check up on me,

could you do it from right out front?

- Yeah, no sign of Miller?

- No, maybe I overreacted.

- You know, we think with this killer,

he gets friendly with his victims first.

Has anybody else that's
been hanging around, or?

- No one.

Except you. (chuckling nervously)

- Do you think it's me, huh?

I mean, is that the reason I'm getting

the brush off here? (chuckling)

- I don't mean to be unfriendly, really.

It's just that I am
involved with somebody.

- Yeah, yeah, well are
you gonna be alright?

- Yes.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, thanks.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Okay, so right here,

I'm thinking a big, pine
armoire, French, painted.

And then over the windows,
some really deep valances.

- Hmm.
- What do you think?

- I think it sounds great.

Just fantastic.
- Good.

- I hope you're getting
me a very nice, big bed.

- Ooh, absolutely.

King size, very hard mattress.

- Hmm, great.
(Margo chuckling)

- Well, anyway, that's about it.

- Okay.

- I'll be by tomorrow morning
to let the painters in.

- I'll get you the keys.

- [Margo] Okay.

- Okay, this one's the key.

Top lock, it sticks a little bit.

- That's okay, have a good night.

- Alright.
- See ya, Jo.

- See ya.
- B-bye.

- [Joanna] Bye.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- (chuckling) You cook, you
have fabulous taste in wine.

You're a great lover.

What's the downside?

- Ah, well I've been meaning
to discuss this with you.

You see, I am perfect
(chuckling) in all ways.

- You're supposed to say I'm perfect.

- You see, there's my flaw, right there.

When I'm afraid to say what I really mean,

I make some stupid joke.

And what I mean to say is

I love you.

What?

- If you love me, why were
you flirting with Margo?

- Honey, I was just
kidding around with her.

- That hurt my feelings.

- Well, I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

(Joanna chuckling)
- Um, stay right there.

I'll be right back, okay?

Alright, let's get some
light on the situation here.

(lighter clicking)

There we go.

- Huh, the woman who was killed

owns a store, a CandleStand.

I heard it on the radio
on the way over here.

Those candles are from her store.

And the last thing that Dana saw

was the line of bubbles
floating up to the surface

and one by one, until she realized

they were spelling out a word.

Can you read what this says?

- [Children] Love.

- Yes, love.

Excuse me.

Did you come here for the reading?

What do you want?

- I just need a few minutes.

- You lied to me.

The woman who's daughter was killed,

you never worked for her.

- I only said I was investigating
her daughter's death

as part of tracking the Deep Woods Killer.

- Who do you work for?

- I can't tell you that, but
his daughter was also a victim.

- I'm sorry for these people
and for Jeanne's parents, too,

but I don't see how I can help.

- Three years I've been
on this case every day.

My whole life is finding this guy.

Now at last I have a list of suspects.

- What does this have to do with me?

- You can give me some
valuable information

about one of them.

- Who?

- Your brother, Tommy.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Your brother?

Does he say why?

- I don't know why.

He said he'd been looking for years.

(knocking on door)

- Federal, four states, 12
different municipalities.

Your brother's not on any list.

- Why is Miller doing this?

- Well, tt could be
nothing to with this case.

It could be ruin a competitor.

Stepped on somebody's toes.

What does Tom say?

You haven't told him?

- Well he knows that
Miller's been bothering me.

I haven't mentioned this morning.

- Hmm.
- Well how am I supposed

to say he's accused of being inhuman?

- Joanna, he should know everything now.

- You worry about keeping
your business together.

You think you plan your whole
life, and then out of the blue

some crackpot...

- Do you think this
might be about business?

- Well, what, I drive a hard bargain,

and somebody accuses me of murder?

- People, you never know.

You make enemies, they
try and get back at you.

- Beth, what if he goes after Beth?

Hi, honey?

Are you okay?

No, I just thought I could get
some stuff on the way home.

Well, we need to have a little talk.

I'm on my way home now.

Can you believe this is happening?

(ominous synthesizer music)

(groceries clattering on ground)

- Oh, here, let me help you.

Oh, which one is your car?

(dramatic synthesizer and guitar music)

- What do we got?

- Hubbard, Sarah, 53.

Night before last, left home around nine,

hasn't been seen since.

- Does she have a job?

- [Officer] No, housewife, why?

- 53, housewife?

- That doesn't mean it's not him.

- From single career women
to middle-aged housewives.

Tomorrow she'll turn up at in a motel

50 miles from here with the mailman.

- No witnesses, right?

- Maybe, maybe not.

Lady in the building over there

said she saw a woman talking
to a man on crutches.

Description fits the victim.

- Crutches.

You said he had a trick.

Maybe he's pretending to
be helpless, handicapped.

- The victim's 53, George, and married.

We got precious little, but
we do have a victim profile.

Career women, young, single.

- Except maybe our profile is not his.

- Do you know that guy, Miller?

He's obviously a psycho himself.

Tommy a serial killer?

That's ridiculous.

- But if you would heard Miller speak.

You can't imagine how weird it was.

He was so sure.

I mean, for anyone to think
that Tommy could even...

- Honey, he's crazy.

What do you want?

- What I want is for
him to leave us alone.

You never know who he might talk to.

- Yeah, you're right.

Rumors spread fast, Tommy's
been acting strange lately.

- Strange, what do you mean?

- [Frank] Well, I don't
mean strange exactly.

- Well, what did you mean?

- I don't know, he misses
meetings, cancels appointments.

- And that doesn't happen in business?

- No, I'm just saying if
Miller's nosing around,

it's the kind of thing
that won't look very good,

that's all.
- And how does it look to you?

When he misses appointments,
he's not in traffic?

He's out butchering some poor--

- Would you listen to me, okay?

Dammit.

All I am saying is that the
murders have everyone on edge.

You have to understand--

- No, I don't have to understand.

- Joanna, what are you doing?

- [Joanna] I'm leaving.

- Honey, this is crazy.

- [Joanna] I agree.

- Alright, come on, Joanna, I...

- You owed him more.

- Unbelievable.

- [Margo] You want me
to cancel his apartment?

- No.

- Look, Jo, shut me up if I'm wrong here,

but things have been
good with you and Frank,

and maybe you need to
make some allowances here.

A thing like this, it's creepy.

You can't blame anybody
for wondering a little bit.

- Oh, no, you don't think Tommy--

- No, I don't think Tommy.

- I'm sorry.

I mean, maybe I'm trying
to convince myself.

Why didn't I call Tommy right away?

Why did I go to the police?

- Just give yourself a break here, okay?

The number Miller's doing on
you, anybody would be crazy.

He gave you a beautiful book, though.

- Yeah.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- The Book Nook.

I know where this is.

- There's no name on the mailbox,

and there's no one at home, anyway.

Do think we should try
one of the neighbors?

- Maybe he gave the book
store a fake address.

- [Joanna] Well, they
seem like they knew him.

- Oh, I don't know.

- That's him.

That's Miller.

- [Margo] Wait, Joanna,
stay where I can see you.

- Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller?

I've gone to the police.

My brother is not a suspect.

Why are you doing this to us?

- Miss Warren, I didn't want
to have to tell you this.

I've lost perspective, I guess.

But the person I'm working for is me.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- You?

- My daughter.

She was also a victim.

Can we talk about this inside?

- [Margo] Jo?

Jo, what are you doing?

- It's all I've done since
that day when they found her.

- Suzanne with a Z.

The inscription you wanted.

- I try to keep her alive
for myself any way I can.

- I can only imagine how horrible

it must be to lose a child,

but my brother isn't responsible,

and whatever you might believe about him,

why are you stalking me?

- This animal, there's only one way

he'll ever pay for his crimes.

I have to find someone whom he's close to.

Who can get him to confess

because he's so good at this.

They'll never find enough
evidence against him.

I'm sorry, but have you
spoken to your brother?

- You know what, whoever the killer is,

you are as crazy as he is.

Keep your book.

Tommy is innocent.

So just leave us alone,

or I swear to God I'll make you suffer.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(car engine whirring)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's this?

- FBI finally came through.

- And?

- We got motels,
restaurants, gas stations.

The works.

Every credit card purchase within 50 miles

of each disappearance.

- Hmm.
- Take a look at this.

And this.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- That's weird.
- Yeah.

- Well, if a child of mine was killed,

it would make me nuts, too.

- You're making excuses for
him after what he's done to us?

(doorbell ringing)

I'll get it.

- She seems really upset.

- What can I say?

She's not sleeping.

She doesn't eat anything.

- Maybe I can talk to her.

- Tom.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Mr. Warren, we met at the precinct.

I'm Eric Gaines.

I'm with the Federal Task Force.

- Eric, you told me that--

- I'm sorry, Joanna.

Mr. Warren, we have a
few questions for you,

if you could come with me to my office?

- Well, it's Sunday.

This can't wait?

- No, this can't wait.

(dramatic synthesizer music)

- So you gave them
permission to search the car?

No hairs or fibers, clean as a whistle.

About the credit cards?

- I travel on business every week.

- Tom, I'm not accusing you.

We have four occasions in three states

where you charged gas or a meal

within 50 miles of where
a victim disappeared.

It's not enough to say you
travel a lot on business.

- Well, what else could he say?

- You know, it's nice to
have a sister's support,

but why isn't your wife here today?

- She's pregnant,

and we thought the stress
would be little much.

- Depending on how this goes,

the media could get ahold of it.

Keep in mind having a pregnant
wife by your side looks good.

- Ah, you make it sound as
if he's already on trial.

- Well, in a sense he is.

He has to start building a defense.

Tell me, Tom, would you
be willing to submit

to a battery of psychological tests?

- Sure.

- There a psychiatrist, Allen Harkin.

He works with the Federal Task Force.

I know him well.

A clean bill of health from Allen,

that could go a long way.

That could be powerful ammunition.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

(doorbell ringing)

- Who is it?

- Hi.

- [Joanna] Hi.

- I, uh,

got a week old apology
for sale, any takers?

(Joanna chuckling)

I talked to Tom at work,

he told me what's been happening.

I let him know I'd stand by him.

- I'm sure he appreciated it.

- Yeah.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

Joanna, you were right, you know?

I owed you more, both of you.

- Thank you.

- Jo, I've been a wreck, you know?

Ah, first time you need me, I blow it.

Is there anyway we can put this behind us?

- (sighing) That anyone
could think that Tommy--

- Honey, I didn't think that.

- (sighing) I know, I
don't know what I feel

about anybody or anything.

Maybe when things, maybe when
things get back to normal.

- Alright.

It was good seeing you.

Take care.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- [Allen] Alright, you know,

just describe what you see here.

- I see a man teaching his dog.

The dog looks happy,

and the man looks proud
he's learned how to do this.

I see a woman buying a train ticket

to go visit her brother.

- Okay, first thing that
comes into your mind.

- An eagle.

Butterfly.

Frog.

- It'll take two or three days.

Well, the sooner the better, huh?

Don't worry so much.

It's bad for your health.

- [Doorman] Good evening, Miss Warren.

- Thank you.

Beth?

What's wrong?

What are you doing here?

- I can't go on with it, Joanna.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm leaving him.

- Oh, Beth.

You don't think that...

You know how these women are killed.

- This baby, his baby,

I wanted it for so long.

He was never happy about it,

until now because the lawyer say it helps.

- Oh, dear God.

You don't think that...

(sighing) If he wanted to wait

it was only because of the business.

- That's what he said.

Good, sweet Tom, he could
never do those things.

Not my husband, your brother.

- Eight years of marriage, Beth.

- I went down to the
basement this morning,

and I found this.

- So.
- Well the police

says he tricks them, right?

Makes them believe he's helpless.

It's a sling.

(ominous synthesizer music)

I'm going up to my parents.

- Beth, stay with me tonight.

We'll talk it through.

- I love you, Joanna,

but I didn't come for advice,
I only came to warn you.

I am so afraid of him.

You should be, too.

- It's the same with the
Thematic Apperception Test.

There's no indication
of sociopathic behavior,

which in plain language means

there's as much chance of Tom

being the Deep Woods Killer

as of Mother Teresa playing for the Rams.

(Joanna sighing)
- Thanks, Allen.

- [Tommy] Thank you, thank you very much.

- Please stay a minute.

This is a big help, but
they found a witness.

- What?
- Oh, God.

When is this gonna stop?

- A lady from across the street

saw a woman helping a man on crutches

to a car at the supermarket.

The description of the woman

matches the victim they found Tuesday.

- Which is pretending to be helpless.

- She couldn't describe the man,

but she was positive on one point,

the license plate, it had two eights.

- Oh, this is a nightmare.

- What's your plate number, Tom?

- My company car

BFG858.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Yeah, the fabrics are in, Mrs. Newman.

Uh-huh, no thank you.

Alright, b-bye.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

- Oh, it's so crazy.

Life goes on, people choosing paint.

Making things beautiful.

- He didn't do it, honey.

- But everything is going against him.

Innocent people go to jail.

They even go to the gas chamber.

- Yeah, but that's not gonna happen.

Come on, let's get outta here.

(cane tapping on sidewalk)

- Thank you, ladies.

- Hey, whatever happened
to truth in advertising?

(cane tapping on sidewalk)

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Tommy's innocent.

- Of course he is.

- God help me, I was
beginning to doubt him.

Not anymore.

Come on.

- Demonstrating a blind man's cane.

Now that makes Frank McCarry a killer?

- If you'd seen him.

You say this killer
pretends to be handicapped?

Frank is a performer.

- But Joanna--

- And when Tommy was out on business,

who would know? Frank.

He could follow the same routes.

Pick victims up in the same place.

(knocking on door)

- Frank McCarry's license plate is CFB814.

One eight, Joanna.

Our witness remembers two.

- What if your witness got it wrong?

- She was absolutely sure.

- I'm not doubting what she says.

Only whether she knows
what she was looking at.

- You don't think we thought of that?

Whether is was an A or an S or a three?

She was dead certain.

- Look, Joanna, we ran Frank
McCarry's license plate

through every local police department.

He was never a suspect.

- And this isn't gonna make him one now.

- And Frank works for me.

- That's how he can frame you.

- Would you not get involved in this?

- I've got his key.

I could search his apartment.

- You're acting like this is a game.

- I could get him to come over here.

- Would you stop it.

If it is him, he kills people.

Look, I'm gonna go talk to
Beth up at her folks house.

I'll see you at Mom's on Saturday,

and until then, promise me,

no amateur detective stuff, okay?

Talk to Myra, that's what
we have a lawyer for.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Good.

'Cause the last thing I want

is to have anything happen to you.

I'll see ya later.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

(keys jangling)

(lock clacking open)

- Hello?

(ominous synthesizer music)

(footsteps tapping)

(gasping) No, (screaming) no. (screaming)

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

(doorbell ringing)

(Joanna gasping)

(doorbell ringing)

(Joanna chuckling nervously)

- I really got caught in it.

(Joanna chuckling nervously)
I had to park

across the street.

- The doorman didn't even ring up.

- Well, I guess he
still thinks, ah family.

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

Jo, listen, thanks for calling.

I could use a whiskey.

- One coming right up.

Why don't you take those wet clothes off,

and take a hot shower?

- That's a good idea.

Um, no ice.

(water spraying)
(Frank humming)

(knocking on glass)

Oh, why thanks.

This is great, you wanna join me in here.

- One thing at a time.

I'm gonna put these in the dryer.

- [Frank] Oh, okay, thank you.

(keys jangling)

(dramatic synthesizer music)

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

(Joanna gasping)

(Joanna screaming)

- Joanna.

What are you doing in there?

- What have you done?

What did have you done?

- What is that?

Let me see that.

Where's Margo?
- Let me see that?

Give me that.
- Where's Margo?

- Give me that.
- Where is she?

What have you done to her?

- What are you talking about?

- What have you done?

(dramatic synthesizer music)

Help!

- [Frank] Joanna, what are you doing?

Come back here.

Get back here.
- Help!

Help!

Help me!
- Joanna!

(Joanna screaming)
(brakes screeching)

What are you doing?

- No!
- Joanna,

what's become of you?
(police siren wailing)

- Get away from me.
- What are you doing?

- No!
- What are you doing?

Officers, I have no idea what she's doing.

- [Officer] No just stay back, no comment.

- [Frank] Well what are you talking about?

- Officer?
- Break it up, break it up.

- I have no idea what's going on.

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

- (screaming) You killed Margo.

- I didn't kill anybody.
- Relax.

- Get me outta here.
- Relax.

- What are you doing to me?

(Joanna crying)

What are you doing to me?

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- It looks like it
happened in his apartment.

Traces of blood on the floor,

and uh, there's no doubt
the body was dragged out.

- What did he say?
- Did he tell you,

I mean, where he left her?

- I'm sorry, he didn't say anything.

These guys never do.

- [Joanna] God.

- Joanna, are you up
to giving a statement?

You can wait in that room over there.

I'll send in a stenographer.

I'm sorry.

- Larry,

I'm so sorry.

I have can do anything, I...

- Why couldn't you just
leave her out of it?

(Joanna whimpering)

(Joanna crying)

- [Bookstore Employee] Miss Warren,

a customer at the register.

Could you do this next?

- [Joanna] Oh, who do I make it out to?

- [Bookstore Employee] Suzanne,
that's Suzanne with a Z.

- [Paul] Miss Warren, I don't know why

I have to tell you this,

but the person I'm working for is me.

My daughter.

She was also a victim.

- [Joanna] Detective Miller?

- [Paul] Oh, it's just plain, Mr. Miller.

(phone ringing)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(mixer whirring)

- Just keeping it going without Suzanne.

It's hard.

My sister, she's the
one that made it work.

People came because of her.

She had a way of...

You know, I thought I
could talk about this,

but I don't wanna talk about it.

- I'm sorry, just a few more questions.

About your father--

- [Ken?] What about him?

- How is he taking it?

- My father?

He died 11 years ago.

Why are you asking?

- His name wasn't Paul, was it?

- No, it was Jacob.

You never even heard of
Paul Miller, have you?

- You're not a reporter.

What the hell do you want?

- Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy, are you here?

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Joanna?
(Joanna gasping)

Those are psychiatric tests.

- What are you doing?

- Tommy prepared for them
in order to appear normal.

- It's you.

You did this, you put them there.

You're trying to frame Tommy.

- Did I frame Frank, too?

- It was Margo's scarf.

Blood in Frank's car.

- It was a company car.

Tommy had the keys.

- That girl, that girl Suzanne.

You had her picture.

She's not your daughter.

- I lied to you.

- Why?

- To make you doubt.

To make you ask yourself what's
real and what's not real.

I made you believe I was
her father, didn't I?

And I'm not.

I could make you believe anything.

It's not your fault.

We trust people, that's
the way we're made.

I told you one lie after another,

and then I explained them away

so you'd realize that
anybody could do it to you.

But when it's someone
close, someone you love,

somebody you'd make any excuse for.

Whom you believe no matter what.

- No.

No, you're lying. (screaming)

- Listen to me.

11 years ago I was in the Army.

In the military police.

In Germany.

I met a woman, a wonderful woman.

We were engaged.

A week after I gave her
the ring, she disappeared.

- (gasping) Tommy,
Tommy served in Germany.

- Five months later they
found her in the forest.

All in all, 13 women murdered,
tortured and then it ended.

I never married.

Never forgot.

When the killings started here,

I went through Army records,

and it wasn't long before
I came to Tommy's name.

- Why did you come to me?

- Because you know him.

You can get him to stop.

Nobody else can.

The only hope is a confession,

and there's only one hope for that, you.

You, you can end this.

- No, no I don't believe it's him.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- I can't let him get away again.

He killed Margo.

Please, please.

You've got to help me.

(Joanna crying)

- [George] Yeah, yeah, I got that.

Is forensics there yet?

Well, what did they say?

Oh, no.

College kids, three of 'em.

Uh-huh.

Dead maybe 20 minutes before the roommate

came in and found 'em.

Okay, look, we'll be right there.

Oh, boy.
- Frank McCarry's locked up.

- [George] Okay, which means what?

- [Eric] This isn't Woodsy.

- So it's not in the pattern.

Neither was the Hubbard woman.

- It's college kids killed on
the spot, not in the woods.

- We never got his pattern.

- You tell me, how do these girls fit?

- [Reporter] Come on, officer,
I'm just doing my job.

You got to say something to me

'cause we're gonna find
out sooner or later.

- [Officer] You talk to the commissioner.

My order, there's no press inside.

- [Reporter] Do you want
me to go to somebody else,

is that it?

Tell me what you got, who is in there,

will you tell me that?

That's what I need...
- I got a guy asking for you.

Every five minutes, he
wants to know where you are.

- A cop?
- It's him.

- What are you doing here?

What you'd bring her for?

- We heard it on the radio.

Get any evidence tonight?

Hair, fiber, prints, or is it
the same as always, nothing?

- [Eric] This is a police investigation,

and I would appreciate if
you would just leave now.

- It still comes down to
getting his confession.

- We don't know that this is Woodsy.

- Oh, that's right.

It could be just some
guy who looks like him,

acts like him, and kills like him.

- [Detective] Traveling hook.

He threw it over, climbed right up and in.

- [Detective] Did he tie the knots here?

- [Detective] No, guy's a pro.

Had it ready when he got here.

- [Tommy] I just kept tying
one knot after the next

and the next and the next.

(ominous synthesizer music)

(police officers chattering)
(ominous synthesizer music)

- [Officer] People, really,
everybody stay back here.

- Hey, Joanna.

We don't know that your brother did this.

- [Officer] And I can warn them.

- [Officer] No, that's all we can do here.

(officers chattering)

- Satisfied?

- You wanted her to see this, didn't you?

- Because she can end it,

and I wanna make sure she does.

- Only if it's Warren.

- Let her ask him.

- He's at home.

- [Eric] We checked.

- Our mother's house.

- George?

- What are you gonna do,
find Warren and bring him in?

You can't tie him to this
or any of the others.

You don't even have a pattern anymore.

- If he doesn't have an
alibi for 10 o'clock,

we'll bring him in.

- 10 o'clock?

- [George] The time of death.

When the girls got home.

They were students just back from campus.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- 10 o'clock,

students.

A diller, a dollar, a 10 o'clock scholar.

A woman named Hubbard, who had children.

- Mother Hubbard.

- The nursery rhymes.

All the women he killed.

You said you needed a pattern.

The butcher, the baker,
the candlestick maker.

- Your friend Jeanne, she had
a wholesale meat business.

- And one of them had a bakery.

- The motive's there, too.

It's you Joanna.

It's you he's killing again and again.

- Give me some backup,
meet me at the house.

- Wait a minute.

You still need a confession.

I'm the only one that can get it.

- No way, it's too big a risk.

- But you see, whatever he feels about me,

it's why he turned it against the others.

He won't hurt me.

(ominous synthesizer music)

I need to talk to him alone.

- [Eric] Are you sure about this?

- I'll go with her.
- The hell you will.

You just wait here.

It's police business.

- [Joanna] That's his bedroom.

The light downstairs.

- I'll be right here.

(ominous synthesizer music)

- Hi.

I thought you were coming by tomorrow?

You okay?

- No,

no, I'm not okay.

- Well, are you gonna
tell me what's wrong?

- I know.

- [Tommy] Know what?

- Everything.

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

- You have to confess now.

Tommy, you have to tell the truth.

- The truth?

What are you crazy?

What do you want me to do, confess

to something that I didn't do?

- Tom, Tom the piper's son.

- Stole a pig and away he run.

- The nursery rhymes
he used to read to us.

Please, please help me understand.

Help me understand why?

- Because I don't know why.

(dramatic synthesizer music)

I mean, I mean, I don't know
what you want me to say.

- I want you,

I want you,

I wanna why

you had to kill?

I wanna know why,

why you hate me?

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

- Hate you?

Oh, Jo, I never loved
anybody as much as you.

I mean, you and me used to be so close.

- As close as Jack and Jill.

- Yeah.

Until that year.

And I can still hear Mom reading you

the fairy tales and the nursery rhymes,

but they were always to you.

- After the accident, what?

- I mean, I, I just
stopped existing, didn't I?

You were all she cared about.

I just sat in the corner
like little Jack Horner.

You never came back to me.

Not really.

- Oh, Tommy.

Tommy, please let me help you.

I can help you.

If you just, if you just tell the truth.

If you just say what you have done, and

what you are.

- What I am?

I'm your brother, Joanna.

- Tell her.

Tell her you killed them.

(ominous synthesizer music)

Lisa Walters, do you remember her?

Or did you even know her name?

In Munich, on the Autobahn.

- You can't do it.

You're not a killer.

- [Johanna] No.

Help!

(dramatic synthesizer music)

(gun firing)
(Eric gasping)

(gun firing)

(ominous synthesizer music)

(Eric groaning)
(Joanna gasping)

(Tommy grunting)
(Paul gasping)

(gun firing)
(Tommy gasping)

(gun clacking on ground)

(Joanna whimpering)

- Tommy?

I'm sorry, I had to.

- Please, Joanna, don't leave me.

(atmospheric synthesizer music)

I have to tell you something,

I will always see you,

love you.

- I'm sorry, Tommy.

♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird ♪

♪ And if that mockingbird don't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy ♪

(Joanna crying)

- [Eric] Joanna.

Come on.

It's over.

It's over.

- What did he say?

- He asked me to kiss him goodnight.

[V.6.]