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(waves crashing)

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(siren wailing)

(soft, tense music)

- [Lisa] This is Lisa Smith
here with the LRPN News.

There have been a series of
murders in the past month

here in Little Rock and
the surrounding areas.

The police have yet to comment.

The killer's victims
are men and women

between the ages of
20 and 40 years old.

The mayor has said for
everyone to please be patient

as they investigate, but
please stay vigilant.

Lock your doors, and don't
stay out late at night.

So, please, everyone, be safe.

And if you spot anything
out of the ordinary,

please call the police.

(soft, tense music continues)

(phone chimes)

♪ " D.U.M.B" song playing ♪

♪ I don't play no
more we like it ♪

♪ Go ahead and play
with her toys ♪

♪ You lift her word
you set m e ♪

♪ I pray to God ... ♪

(" D.U.M.B" song continues )

(footsteps clacking)

( "D.U.M.B" song by ARIA and
Gregory Zopk e)

♪ Thinking I would go crazy ♪

♪ But losing me means
you lost it all ♪

♪ Y ou've been dumb,
du-du dumb, da-da-dada ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb, dumb,
du-du dumb ♪

(music distorts)
♪ Du-du dumb, du-du-dudu ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb
dumb, du-du-dumb ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb,
dumb, du-du-dada ♪

(water splashes)

♪ Dumb, du-dumb,
dumb, du-du-dada ♪

( "D.U.M.B" song continues)

( "D.U.M.B" song continues)

(blade scrapes)
(blood trickles)

(body thuds)

(ominous music)

- (Pastor) Now, if I speak in
the tongues of men or of
angels,

but do not have love, then
I'm only resounding a gong ,

or a clanging symbol.

But if I have the
gift of prophecy

and can fathom all the
mysteries and all the knowledge

and all the faith, well,
then that can move mountains.

But then there's still
the question of love.

And...

Nothing.

Now, if I give all that.. .
(angelic choir singing)

(ominous sound)

(Brian gasps)

(congregation murmurs)

Um...

The faith, hope and
love that abide these

three courses, but
the greatest of these

is obviously love.

Let's pray.

(angelic choir singing)

(water splashes)
(muffled organ music)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

- What the...

(Brian sighs)

Get this off 'cause I don't
like this inside the church.

(Brian sighs)

- It's okay. I will do it, sir.

(Brian sighs)

- Thank you.

So disappointed in
the youth today.

Nobody has any manners anymore.

(door creaks)

- [Gopal] (sighs)
Here we go again.

- Hi, Brian.

Any word?

- Oh, hey, Marcy. I'm sorry.

We haven't heard anything

and I've got a lot of
officers looking into it.

I mean, have you
checked the hot springs?

- Yes. No one's seen him.

It's not like him.

I don't know what
to tell the kids.

- Well, just have faith.
Don't give up yet.

I promise one day he's gonna
turn up.

- Okay.

- Hey, baby.

- What was that all about?
- Marcy.

- No. During the service.

- Oh. That was nothing.

Had a reaction to something.

- Denial won't ward off the
demons. You need to see someone.

- I just need some sleep.

What we need to do is
get you to your party,

(Brian speaks foreign language)

- Oui Papa. Oui Mama.

(Brian speaks foreign language)

(Brian chuckles)

(kids chattering)

- [Elena] Let's fix your
bow. It's so pretty!

(phone rings and vibrates)

Oh, look at your friends go
and run.

(phone rings and vibrates)

- Hello?
- Sutter.

We found a body at the
Riverdale overpass.

We need you and Detective
Carson there right now.

- All right. Send
me the address.

Hey, sweetheart. Sweetheart.

I'm sorry. Gotta run to work.

Daddy gotta go
catch you bad guys.

- Seriously?

On your daughter's birthday?

- I'm the one on
call. I gotta go.

I'll be there, I'll
be back. I love you.

- [Elena] Do you wanna
go find some friends?
-Yeah.

- Okay.
Let's go find your
friends. Come on.

(water gushing gently)

(muffled police radio chatter)

- [Brian] What's this?
Three bodies This month?

- [Luke] Looks like this
murderer's on a roll.

(engine hums)

- [Brian] Let's try
and see if we can keep

the press away from this.

- [Luke] Oh, Jesus.
Look at that.

Here we go.

- [Brian] Got extra
gloves in the door.

- [Luke] Yep. Got 'em.

- Go.
- Hey, Brian.

A hiker found the body.

- We ID'd him yet?

- Yeah, the car is registered
under Richard McCallum?

- [Brian] Did you say McCallum?

- McCallum.

- You know him?

- He goes to my church.

Fuck me.

(Brian sighs)

Man.
- Oh, fuck.

What kind of sick shit is this?

- [Brian] Oh, man.

Is that phone active?

- It's locked. You think the
killer left that on purpose?

- Maybe he's just
getting sloppy.

- How do you know it's a he.

Never assume.

(muffled police radio chatter)
(dark music)

What's your old eagle
eyes telling you?

- [Luke] I see dead people.

(dark music continues)

- Here's the body.

Do you recognize anything?

(Marcy gasps)

(Marcy sighs)

- Marcy?

Is that him?

Um, we can do this
at another time,

if this isn't good
for you, Marcy.

X- Actually, time is of the
essence here. Mrs. McCallum.

- Did you notice
anything unusual

about your husband's
behavior lately?

(Marcy sighs)

- Did y'all use condoms?

- Hey.

- What?

We found these in your
husband's jacket pocket.

Along with that receipt.

Seems like he, uh, bought
them, the day he disappeared,

just after he left work.

- What my partner
is trying to say,

is it possible that your...

That Ricky was having an affair?

- No!

He would never. I mean,
he was a very devout man.

- You sure about that?

- [Brian] Let's check
one more thing. Oh.

He forgot to delete the
history.

What?

- That's nice, right there.

- Oh, no, no, no. I saw that
on my church bathroom wall.

- Hey, guys?

Yes. The captain would like
to see you at his office now.

- We'll be right there.
- Okay.

- Wait, same? How do you
know that's it?

- I saw it there.
- Secret.

Six, six, six.

Holy shit.

- Goody, goody, goody.

- That's some devil right there.

- [Brian] What ain't devil shit?

- This is the new
transfer from Tulsa.

- Detective Waters. Homicide.

It's a pleasure
to meet you both.

- Pleasure's ours.

- She's gonna be
riding with you guys.

- What?
- For how long?

- For as long as it takes
to catch this sick fuck,

before he does it again.

- What makes you think
he's gonna do it again?

- We got three
bodies in two months.

All killed in the same fashion.
What would you call it?

Definitely a serial
killer, or a copycat.

- Was it something we did, or...

I don't, what-

- Hey. What's your
fuckin' problem here?

- Well, you give us a
new partner out of the-

- So, with all due
respect, Captain,

we don't really need any new-

- No, no, no, no. This
comes from up top.

We need all the help we can get.

If any more bodies show up
here, I'm gonna lose my shit,

and that's just for starters.

- But...

Okay, the way we like to
work together, we have a sys-

- Waters here is gonna
ride with you guys,

and she's gonna
be your third eye

and she's gonna be
as quiet as a mouse.

Ain't that right, Waters?

See? she's a fuckin' genius.

She already agrees with me.

- You're not hearing
what I'm saying.

- I don't wanna
hear it. We're done.

Now, go out there and
catch the serial killer.

- [Brian] No problem. Thank you.

- [Luke] Bye.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

- Ooh, boy.

Wait, that's a hot accent.
What are you, British?

- I'm from Sydney.

- Oh.

You married?

- It's none of your business.

- Relax. Just makin'
some small talk.

- I'm perfectly
relaxed. Thank you.

Just don't think
my personal life

has anything to do
with solving crimes.

- I beg to differ.

Since my life's often in the
hands of my fellow officers,

I like to know who
I'm working with.

Don't worry. I ain't
trying to hit on you.

- Great.

So, where are we headed?

- We goin' to church.

- So, we haven't had a lot
of people stop by lately,

but uh, this is a
pleasant surprise.

What brings you all
the way down here?

- Well, unfortunately, um,

Ricky McCullum was
found dead yesterday.

- What?

- Murdered.

- This is terrible.

How's Marcy?

- She didn't take it too
well. Told her yesterday.

(Lawson sighs)

(Jaclyn clears throat)

- Could you tell
us why the cameras

are all down in the building?

- Well, the systems are in
need of an upgrade, but things

should be back up and
running again soon, I'm sure.

Until then, I'll confide in
the good Lord to protect us.

- Amen.

- Okay, um, I don't suppose
you've heard of a website,

it's called secrets666?

- No. Why would I?

- Maybe somebody mentioned it
in confession or something?

- Well, I've never heard of it.

Now, if you all excuse me,

I have to get back to
my office for a meeting.

Brian, thank you
for stopping by.

- Hey, I'm sorry for the news.

- Excuse me.

Hi.

I heard you talking to the
pastor about that 666 website?

My roommate, Vanessa Perkins,
she was on that website

and she's been missing
for three days.

- Um, did you file a
missing persons report?

- Yes. I don't...

Could you please help? I mean...

- Big question, Ms. Sabrina.
- Mm-hm?

- How do you know Vanessa?

- At the support group
at church we go to.

We meet every Tuesday night.

- Support for what?

- Well...

- AA?

- SAA.

- Oh.
- What the hell is SAA?

- Sex Addicts Anonymous.

- Oh.

- So, what happened the
day before she disappeared?

- She called me from 1836 bar.

- Did she say who she was with?

- No, but when I got to
the bar and was parking,

I saw her come out
and get into a car.

So, when I didn't hear from
her later, I was worried.

So, I pinged her phone.

- [Luke] Well, you
just show us where.

(phone chimes)

- Um...

Yeah.

Just a little further.

- [Brian] There.

- [Sabrina] Up on this road.

This was the last location
that showed up on the app.

- [Luke] Looks like a house
here at the end of the road.

Let's check it out.

(crickets chirping)

(gravel crunches under tires)

(car doors click open)

Stay in the car.

(car doors closing)

Check around back. Go to that
side.

Hello. Police.

Anybody in there?

Hello. LRPD.

Anybody in there?

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Hello?

- Clear.

- [Jaclyn] Clear.

(Brian sighs)

- [Brian] Well?

What we got?

- Looks abandoned.
- Yeah, but the lights are on.

Hey. We don't have a warrant.

- Can you smell that?

- What the fuck is that?

- [Luke] You know what
that smells like, right?

- Rotting corpse.

(door thuds)
Police!

- [Jaclyn] I've got
the front door covered.

- Clear.

- [Brian] It's clear over here.

(Luke groans)

What's that smell?

- What is that smell?

(ominous music)
(Brian groans)

Oh, fuck.

(Brian coughs)

- Okay.

(Brian coughs)

(Brian retches)

(Brian coughs)

(muffled police radio chatter)

(dark music)

- No, he said...

I'm gonna see her. I'm
gonna see her here, though.

I really need to see her!
- You don't wanna do that.

- (sobs) Let me see her!

- Okay, maybe can wait to
take the questions downtown.

- We can take it
from here. Come on.

I'm so sorry.
- So sorry.

- Hey, you guys. Check this out.

The property was owned
by a Robert Hedges.

He was beheaded 20 years ago.

His son, Charlie Hedges,

was the prime suspect
and is now missing.

- So, our psycho killer has
fuckin' daddy issues now?

- Or it's a copycat.
- My dad was a fuckin' dick.

People with daddy issues
can get messed up bad, man.

- Where the fuck is this going?

- I'm just saying.

It ain't easy growin' up
with a hot-tempered father

who enjoyed using a
fuckin' clothing iron

to teach you lessons when he
finally decides to show up.

- Look, why don't we
just table everything

until tomorrow night and
we just meet up at at 1836?

We'll just do that.

Try and make some sense of this.

Hey.

You all right?

- [Luke] Mm-hm. Let's roll.

(car doors slamming)

(crickets chirping)
(distant dog barks)

(tense unsettling music)

(muffled moans and groans)

(muffled moans and groans)

(Brian breathes deeply)

- If you're not gonna talk
to anyone, just talk to me.

Whatever it is.

Just don't close me out.

(Brian sighs)

- I'm good.

(traffic hums)

(patrons chattering)
(alcohol trickles)

(muffled pop music)
(patrons chattering)

(patrons chattering)

- [Bartender] Hi, Tanya.

Here you go.

(Tanya sighs)

- Let me ask you a
question. Are you married?

Honest truth.

- Do I look married?

For fuck sake. I
just got off work.

- Cross your heart?

- Hope to die?

- I think we're
gonna be friends.

- [Tanya] Oh, are we?

("Legendary" by MSCMKRS)

♪ ... Spirit strong like metal ♪

♪ I will never fit the mold ♪
- Oh, I'm gonna come!

♪ No, I was born ready ♪
(Luke grunting)

♪ To be legendary ♪
(both moaning)

♪ I won't settle,
reaching higher levels ♪

♪ Just you wait and
see, I'ma be legendary ♪

(Tanya pants)

(news theme music)

- David Smith here with breaking
news out of Crescent City .

17-year-old Benjamin Harrison
was shot dead last night

in the backyard of
his mobile home.

Police are ruling out suicide

and say that whoever's
responsible is still at large.

The teenager's mother claims

that it was the police
that shot her son.

She was found with several
kilos of crystal meth

and cocaine on her and was
later picked up on a drug
charge.

(mousepad clicks)

(muffled siren wails)

- [Brian] It just
feels like all roads

lead back to the church.

- [Luke] Maybe it's
a religious nut job.

- Sounds like the
perp gets off in it.

- What do you mean?

- Think about it.
There's mannequins.

Cutting the heads
off his victims.

That, that all sounds sexual.

(Jaclyn clears throat)

- Since our killer has been
using the secrets website

to lure his victims, I have
created a fake profile.

Figured if I could
get some clients,

AKA potential future victims,

that might lead us to our guy.

Damn. You got an ass
on you. (chuckles)

- Oh, give it a rest, Luke.

I got the image
off the internet.

Look, I've already started a
text conversation with him.

- What's he sayin'?

- Well, he starts out by
saying that he can satisfy me,

and then he goes on about

how he can torture me
over and over again.

- You think you can
handle all that?

- Yes, I can.

- Then I'll get the popcorn.

(laptop lid thuds)

(tape tears)

- [Jaclyn] All right,
I got this one.

- Okay, I'm gonna let
you do the honors.

- Okay.

- Now, if things go sideways,

all you need to do is say
"Don't sweat it" and we got you.

- Okay.

- Try to see if you can get
him to talk some sex stuff.

You know? Pretend you're pretty.

Try to turn him on.

- Hm.

- And remember,
all we need to do

is get him to agree
to solicitation.

- Guys, I appreciate the
care, but I've been doing this

for 10 years in
Australia and then Tulsa.

I'm good. Thanks.

- Yeah? This ain't Tulsa.

- Equal rights, equal lefts.

- Gonna do a soundcheck?

- All right.

- Testing one, two.

- Okay.
- Yep.

- [Brian] Go get him.

(distant siren wails)
(traffic hums)

(cigarette sizzles)

(engine hums)

- Guys, he's here.

Red sports car.

(engine hums)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(car door clicks open)

Hi.

(engine revs)

Okay.

I like your mask.

It's cool.

You into role playing?

- Hey, Woods. They're moving.

Did they agree to a price?

- It's nonverbal. Won't
stand up in court.

She's gotta get him to say it.

- So, what kind of
stuff are you into?

(suspenseful music continues)

You know, if you don't tell me,

I'm not gonna know
how to please you.

I mean, I'm into
some kinky shit, but,

I just wanna know what you like.

(engine hums)
(suspenseful music continues)

Or we can just sit in silence.

That works, too. (clears throat)

(engine revs)

I just got here from Australia.

I like meeting new
people. (chuckles)

- "I love meeting new
people." Is she serious?

(engine revs)

- [Jaclyn] So, now
you've seen my underwear,

are you good with $300?

- Lucky guy.

- Hey, be serious, man.
This could go ugly.

- She can handle herself.

(crickets chirping)
(engine hums)

(engine hums)

(engine revs)

(brakes squeak)

- I got a bad feeling
about this guy.

- [Jaclyn] So, you agree to
the 300 for the night, right?

- [Driver] Shh.

(ominous music)

(heavy metal music playing)

(Jaclyn drowned out by music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!

Whoa, whoa! Ow!

Get off! Get...

(Jaclyn grunts)
(fabric tears)

- Fuck.
- [Driver] You bitch!

(head thuds)

- Oh, don't sweat
it! Don't sweat it!

(Jaclyn groans)

- Woods!
(siren wails)

(elbow thuds)
(Travis groans)

Drive!

(fists thudding)
- (groans) He's hitting me!

- [Brian] Come on!

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Get him. I'm fine.

- Stop!
(tense music)

Police!

Stop or I'll shoot!

(Luke pants)

(tense music continues)

Stop!

Stop!

Put your hands up!

Do it!

Get on the ground!

(ominous tones thump)

(Brian moaning)

(Brian panting)

- What's up? What the hell?

Why'd you let him go?

(distant siren wails)

Damn!

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

(Brian screams)

Whoa. Easy, easy
there, John Wick.

Easy.

It's me.

Hey.

How'd he get away, man?

(Brian panting)

(dark music)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

- [Brian] Oh, man.

(Brian sighs)

- Hey. The car belongs to
a man named Travis Reed.

I found this.

I'm not sure it has any
connection to anything.

- You know, this asshole
could be responsible

for countless deaths
and you let him go?

I mean, if you're not sure,

at least shoot him
in the leg, man.

He almost killed our girl.

- Don't tell me how
to do my fuckin' job.

I got enough demons.

- Demons? What
demons, altar boy?

You're the church man.

I mean, I got fuckin'
real fuckin' demons.

- Yeah, which I'm
sure you would love

to tell us about, right?

- Oh, yeah? Well, you know what?

It'd be my pleasure.
That's right.

Eighth grade science class
teacher would play movies

in the dark, lights out.

I'd use my jacket to cover
my lap, and yes, jerk off.

So what?

Johnny fuckin' Smith
caught me once,

and he told me if
I didn't pay him,

he was gonna tell the teacher.

After school, I beat his ass so
bad,

I beat his head
in so fuckin' bad,

it took six months to recover.

Now, he may not have
deserved it, but guess what?

I stopped that motherfucker's
blackmailing career

before it ever started.

Okay?

- You never told me
the ending of that.

- [Luke] Yeah,
well, you know what?

The amount of shit I've never
told you could fill six books.

Hey, listen.

Why don't we just finally
get this over with

and get a drink after this?

Come on. I'm worked up.

- Not tonight, playboy.

- [Officer] Hey, guys.
Guys, check this out.

- Ooh.

What've you got here?

"The Awakening".

- [Brian] Who the hell
is John Stapleton?

- All right. Bag it up.

- Yeah. Let's take
this to the office.

- Didn't feel right.
- Hey, man, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to come
down hard on you.

- It didn't feel right.
- Come on, man.

Get on your game.
Get on your game.

(unsettling music)
(traffic hums)

(car doors clicking open)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, so where the
hell did you find out

about this Stapleton guy?

- Yeah. How'd you know
where to find him?

- 'Cause I'm a good
detective. I do my homework.

Turns out this
guy's ritualistic.

He eats at the same time,
same place, every day.

- Oh, man! Oh, man.

Dude, did I tell you about...

Oh, I'm sorry.
(chuckles) Go, go on in.

We'll be right there.

I forgot, man!
(chuckles) Oh, shit.

Yeah, so I had one of my guys

look into our new
Australian partner.

Tulsa Homicide my ass.

She's Internal Affairs.

- [Jaclyn] How do
you know Mr. Reed?

- He joined the temple
about (sighs) six years ago?

Said he was fed up with
the Methodist Church.

Sad what happened to
him as an altar boy.

- So, you've not heard
from Travis Reed at all?

- Not a peep.

But even if I had,
why would I tell you?

- Because it's possible
that he's hurting

a whole lot of people and we're
just trying to make it stop.

- You seem like the
sensible one here.

But I don't know anything.

Pastor Lawson and
his bible thumpers?

That's where your
focus should be.

- So, Pastor Lawson
knows Travis?

- Why don't you go and ask him?

(solemn organ music)

- So, um, we appreciate
you taking the time

outta your busy
schedule, Pastor.

- Of course. May I
get you all anything?

Coffee, tea, some water?

- All right, cut the shit, man.

We don't want your Jesus juice.

Someone told us that we should
look into you and your church

For some, how do you say
it, devious behavior?

- I have no idea why anyone
would say such a thing.

We put all of our best efforts
into maintaining a honest

and devout congregation.

- So, you're not trying to
hide anything. No pedophilia?

Molestation?
- Hey, Luke!

- What? You don't think
he's thought about it?

What?

- I apologize.
- It's okay.

- But what we're
trying to do is, um,

maybe get information
about some of the members

that attend your Sex
Addicts Anonymous meetings

you have here at the church.

- Everyone does their best

to help each other
here, Detectives.

- I, I'm sure.

But we're wondering,
has any of the members

displayed or discussed
violent tendencies?

- No. I don't, I
don't believe so.

Most are down-home,
good-hearted folk

who are struggling with
an addiction of some sort.

And we also have AA and any
meetings during the week.

That sort of thing.

Every little bit helps.

- Mm.

- You heard the name
Travis Reed at all?

- No. I can't say that I have.

- Wow.

You're just gonna lie directly
beneath the great halls

of your devout
church, that easy?

- Hey. Uh...

You're saying you
have definitely

never heard of Travis Reed?

- Brian, I would swear
it on the Good Book.

I have not.
- Holy shit, man.

That's God's man for
you, right there.

Bringing out his holy
book to back up his lie.

You know what? That's some
wicked-ass shit, right there.

Let's go. Let's, I can't deal.

Let's go.
- Thank you.

- I'll be praying
for you, Detective.

- Pray for yourself.

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

(engine hums)

(car door clicks open)

(romantic music)

- Why didn't you tell me

that you were fuckin' IA?

- Take it easy.

I just got transferred to IA.

Your name and your partner's
showed up on my desk.

- Why didn't you
say something to me?

- [Jaclyn] Because of the
look that you're giving me,

right now.

(keys clinking)

(romantic music continues)

(Jaclyn moans)

(romantic music continues)

- [Brian] Take this off.

(Brian grunts)

(Jaclyn moans)

(Brian grunts)

(both moaning)

- [Brian] What did
that report say?

- It was the Crawford case.

A few things didn't add up.

Anything you can tell me?

(cigarette crackles)

(cigarette crackles)

- I'm afraid you're gonna
have to work a little harder

at pressing my memory.

- It was a drug bust.

Ended up with a dead teenager.

It happened about 12 months
ago in Crescent City.

- Yeah, I remember.

Crescent City.

I remember the case.

(ominous music)

Drug bust.

Found a kid shot in the head.

Drug deal gone bad.

- [Jaclyn] The kid's mother
said the money was missing.

- [Brian] There's no money.

I did find a lot of drugs.

- I knew you didn't have
anything to do with it.

Part of me taking the case was
so that I could protect you.

- What was the other reason?

- The last six months
have been amazing.

I just couldn't
stay away from you.

(lips squelch)

- My God. You're so
fuckin' beautiful.

(Brian sighs)

You're the worst thing
that's ever happened to me.

(both laughing)

- You sure know how
to charm a woman.

(Brian sighs)

(crickets chirping)
(distant dog barks)

(paper flicks)

(paper flicks)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- [Caller] Hello?

- Hey, it's me.

So, I've got some discrepancies
on the Crawford case.

(phone rings)

- What's up?
- What you doin'?

- [Luke] Here at your church.

I got a tip the good
pastor's hiding Travis here.

- [Brian] Man, I swear to God,

if you get me kicked
outta my own church.

- What're you afraid
of finding out?

- [Brian] Listen, I'm
gonna call Waters.

We'll meet you at
the church later.

SAA meeting's at...

- No, fuck that rat IA
bitch. Are you kidding me?

No, I don't want her
anywhere near me.

Besides, this is our case.

(group applauds)

- Hi. Uh, I'm Sabrina,
and I'm an addict.

- [Luke] Mm. Maybe you should
introduce Sabrina to Elena.

Get your ass a little
three-way action there?

- Oh, man. You don't
shit where you eat, man.

- Come on, man. You're
a freaky deak yourself.

Hey, she's a sex
addict. You know?

Might spice up your marriage.

- [Brian] Look, I don't
know what it is, man.

Maybe it's all these years
of familiarity that just...

(sighs) I don't know. We just...

- Know what your
real problem is?

- Okay, tell me. I can't
wait to hear this one.

No, I'm telling you it's about

the denial of your shadow self.

- My shadow self?

- That's right.

The more it creeps up on
you, the more you ignore it,

the bigger and badder it gets.

(Luke sighs)

- [Brian] Wait a minute.

Who's that luggage for?

- I knew I was right.

(car doors click open)

(car doors slamming)

- [Brian] Here we go.

Okay.

He's over there.

- Just lay back.

Come on.

- [Brian] Shh, shh.

(phone rings and vibrates)

Shit!

(phone rings)

- One, two, three.
- One, two, three.

(tense music)

- Brian? Detectives, wha...

I thought you guys
were both already...

- Pastor, where are you
going with that bag?

- Oh, hey! Stop, stop, stop!
- No, no, no, no, no!

- Put it down! Don't do it!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Fuck!

- Whoa!
- No, no!

- [Pastor] Brian, I can talk
to him. I can talk to him.

Brian!
- Listen to me!

We just wanted to talk
to you, that's all.

- Fuckin' (indistinct)
- No, no, no, no, no!

- Put it down!
- Look at me!

Listen to me, Travis. Travis!

- Fuck! I have it in me!

- [Pastor] No, no, no,
no! You don't have any...

Listen to me. We
talked about this!

We talked about this the
last few days. Listen to me.

You gotta breathe.
This isn't in...

This is not you. You
don't want to do this!

Brian, I got this. I got...

Please, I got
this. Listen to me.

You gotta, you gotta
put the gun down.

You gotta give it
to me, all right?

Let me just give back
the gun. It's okay.

It's okay. It's
gonna be all right.

There we go. Okay.

It's okay. They're
not gonna hurt you. See?

- Put your hands on
top of your head.

Both of you! On your knees,
hands behind your head!

Get on your knees, Pastor!

- [Pastor] Yes, sir. All
right, all right. I'm sorry.

- I thought you didn't know
Travis Reed.

- [Pastor] I can explain.

- You're under
arrest, motherfucker.

- [Lawson] They're not
gonna hurt you. Don't cry.

- You got him?
- I got him.

I got you, Pastor.

- You don't understand.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided for you.

- (Luke) Okay!

Let's do this again.

(Luke sighs)

Oh, we're gonna be here as
long as it takes, buddy.

So, let's get back to
something real important here.

Why did you lie
about Travis Reed?

- I did no such thing.

- Bullshit!
(tense music)

You better start telling
me what I need to hear,

or the next call I'm gonna
make is the local press.

- Jesus Christ. This guy
thinking he's Dirty Harry.

All the fuckin' time and
threatening to go to the press.

Great call, jackass.

- Yeah. Do you wanna
take over, Captain?

- Let's see how this goes.

(door clicks open)

(footsteps clacking)

(door slams)

(ominous music)

- Travis.
- Hi.

- Let's get started.

How long have you
known Pastor Lawson?

- I was 12 when I met him.

We were both altar boys.

- Has Pastor Lawson
ever touched you?

- What do you mean?

- Has he ever been
physically inappropriate,

or touched you sexually before?

- No. Never.

He would never.

He's always just
been there for me.

Wanted to help.

He found out I joined
the Satanic church

and he wanted me to come back.

- Back to what?

- To the light.

- Please. I... (sighs)

I have a reputation
to uphold, okay?

- Mm-hm. You sure do.

- You have no idea what this
would do to the congregation,

if this were to ever get out.

- If what were to ever get out?

Ah, no. Hang on!

Say it.

- Say what?

- Why are you
protecting your boy?

- Because he's innocent.

- I'll tell you whatever
you want to know,

but just do me one favor?

Please don't tell my mom.

She doesn't know
about anything I do.

- Okay, Travis. Here's
what I'll do for you.

I'm not gonna say anything to
your mother. You have my word.

But I need you to tell me about
the things you've been doing

and I need you to tell
me about your first kill.

(ominous music)

- What?

- Anything?

- Nothin'.

Travis?

- She tried.

He's quiet.

- Nah, I can't break him.

I mean, we have to
change tactics here.

Just my opinion.

- I got this.

- I mean, what's going on?

Yeah, I mean, you gotta
give us somethin'.

Otherwise...

Travis is a big boy
and he's gonna make

an even bigger target
for every sick freak

who wants to try to carve a
name for themselves on his back

and then only God can help him.

- Look, I may have some
information for you, okay?

I've been hearing certain
things around the church.

Things I don't know much about.

- Well, we're all ears.

- Rumor has it that the
killer takes his victims

to a place called
Redwater Farms.

- [Howell] Who told you that?

(Pastor sighs)

- Can't say.

- What do you mean,
you can't say?

- I...

I'm unable to say.

- You're unable to say because
you're a fuckin' priest?

Who told you about
Redwater Farms?

- Sorry.

- Do I really need to remind
you that you're under oath?

- Please forgive me.

Just promise me you'll
keep him safe. Please.

- Hey. You want us to help you?

- You help us.

(Pastor sighs)

- What was that shit about?

- How does the pastor
know about that place?

- I have no fuckin' idea.

(Jaclyn sighs)

- Why would you take me
there, every time I visited?

- Because it was far
out from the house.

Nobody would see us.

- Why wouldn't you
put your name on it?

- Because I'm fuckin' married!

I don't want nobody
to know I'm cheatin'.

- Well then someone's onto us
and someone's fucking with us.

- Amen.
(siren wails)

(engine revs)

- Unless...

- Unless what?

You fuckin' asshole.

- Well, I just...

- Hey.

This is me, man.

Look, I'm gonna fix it.

- How?

- I'm gonna go over
there and I'm gonna erase

our fuckin' prints off
of the whole damn place.

Burn it down, if I have to.

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(knocks on door)
- What the hell?

(knocks on door)

(door clicks open)

Oh!

Hey!

(gun fires)
(Sabrina gasps)

(body thumps)

(somber music)

(phone rings and vibrates)

- [Howell] Vlad, we need to look

back into the Crawford case.

Let's do a second
autopsy, please .

- You son of gun,
you deliver this.

This is old and I'm overbooked.

- [Caller] Just get it done.

(ominous music)

(cows bellowing)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- Clear.

(distant chatter)

- [Brian] Guns out. Go.

(suspenseful music)

- [Officer 1] Secure the area.

- Clear!

- [Officer 2] I got the back.

- [Officer 3] It's clear!

- One.

Two.
- Two.

- Three.

(ominous music)

- What the...
(Jaclyn gasps)

(intense ominous music)

- [Luke] What is that?

(ominous music continues)

Another missing head.

Where's Brian?

Lisa, call in.

Secure it.

- Dispatcher, we got a body.

(muffled police radio chatter)

(train clunks and roars)

- [Brian] Ms. Crawford,
I'm opening up!

I need to talk to your son!
- No, no, no!

- I'm looking for your son!
- No, no!

No! No!

- Freeze! Stop!
- No!

- Stop!
- No!

- [Brian] Stop! Turn around!

Stop or I will shoot you!

(gun fires)

- [Luke] Brian, wake up.

- Oh, stop.

What?

- The fuck was that?

- The fuck was what?

It's hot, man. I'm sweatin'.

- You were gone, you were out!

- Just...

Trippin'.

- Where you goin'?

- Catch a ride,
man. Take a walk.

Need to clear my noodle.

(brooding music)

(engine hums)

(birds chirping)

(brakes squeak)

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

(birds chirping)

Thank you.

(Brian breathes deeply)

- You're not insane enough

to leave a headless woman
in that house, are you?

- I always assumed you knew me.

- That's the problem.
I thought I did.

- What are you getting at?

- This.

Us.

The whole thing's a
fuckin' mistake, Brian.

We need to come clean.

We need to tell Captain
Howell about us,

and we need to go in and
we need to do it together.

- I think that is a
supremely bad idea.

(Jaclyn sighs)

We tell Captain Howell,
we're gonna lose our jobs.

My wife will find out.

I'm gonna lose my family.

What do you wanna do, Jac?

Jaclyn.

(door slams)

(dark music)

(footsteps clacking)

- Now, you know I'm not a rat.

That's not my style.

But, uh...

- Would you spit it
out, before I retire?

- I'm worried about Brian.

He's, uh, been getting
these weird blackouts.

- Blackouts?

- [Luke] Yeah. Please
don't say anything.

- What do you
mean? What happens?

- He closes his eyes and he
goes unconscious for moments,

minutes, it's different
every time, it's insane.

And I don't know, but...

And, and I'm not
implying anything here.

Don't think...

I'm not saying what you
think I might be saying.

Please don't say anything.

- Well, I don't know
what you're saying,

and even if I did know
what you're saying,

what do I look like,
a fuckin' doctor?

(scoffs) I mean...

- I don't know. Um...

I'm just, something
ain't right with him.

- What ain't right?

- I get this feeling
like he's in dan...

He might be in danger,
for himself and others.

- Okay, just like
every other fuckin' cop

you and I have ever worked with.

What's the point?

- (sighs) I don't
know. I don't know.

It's, uh...

- Hey.

You know better than to come
to me

with this vague bullshit.

Talk to me when you've
got something concrete.

(phone rings and vibrates)
- Fine, fine.

Please don't say anything.

(phone rings and vibrates)

Yeah. What's going on?

- Hey, uh, Vlad?
- Yes, sir?

- You got an update
on that autopsy?

- [Vlad] The bullet
doesn't match the report .

- So, what does
your gut tell you?

- I would say it's
probably another gun.

(knocks on door)

(door thuds)

- [Brian] You wanted
to see me, Captain?

(pen clatters)

- How come you didn't tell
me about the blackouts?

- What blackouts?

I mean...

I mean, I, been no big deal.

I've just been having
trouble sleeping. That's all.

(Howell clears throat)

- You ever hear of a
cop named Stan Bentley?

- No.

- Top of his class,
made detective quicker

than anybody in the
department's history.

I mean, he was a fuckin'
tough, tough guy.

Every one of us idolized him.

He was that guy jumping
from building to building,

doing the diving rolls
into the burglar's legs

and all that crap
you only see on TV.

Turns out,

he was high on
energy drinks, 24/7.

Finally, that caught up with him

and he was driving home
from work one night,

fell asleep at the wheel,
veered into oncoming traffic.

Killed an entire family.

- That's a sad story.

You're telling me that I
need to get some rest, right?

- All of this is to tell you
to get your shit together.

Get help. Counseling.

Whatever you gotta do.

- My wife said the same thing.

I will.

(sighs) I will.

Thank you.

(distant traffic hums)
(distant siren wails)

(knocks on door)

(door creaks)

- Come on in.

What's up?

- I'm the one that rented
out Redwater Farms.

As Bobby Smart.

I just needed a place
of my own, you know?

Get away from everything.

(Brian sighs)

- Get away and do what?

- Cheat on my wife.

With Jaclyn.

(Luke sighs)

- Let me get this straight.

You're having an internal
affair with Internal Affairs,

and using the alias "Smart"?

Wow.

You dumb motherfucker.

What's wrong with you?

Wait, how...

How did the killer know
about your rendezvous spot?

Redwater Farms.
(dark music)

- Somebody's trying
to set me up.

- Really?

- Really.

- What about Jaclyn?

- Jaclyn? She wouldn't say
nothin' to the captain.

- No, I mean, what if she's
the one trying to set you up?

- Why?

I never did nothing to her.

- Oh, man. Hell hath no
fury like a woman scorned.

You turned her into a side
piece. They don't like that.

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

What have you done?

(door slams)
(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(dark music continues)

(dark music continues)

(phone rings)

- Captain Howell,
it's Detective Waters.

Can you speak right now?

(Brian speaks foreign language)

(Mila speaks foreign language)

(Brian speaks foreign language)

- You know, or, "Do you
think about it much?"

Um...

You might hear some
bad things about daddy.

You gotta know they're not true.

Okay?

I love you.

Lay down. Get some sleep.

- Goodnight, Papa!

- [Brian] Goodnight, my love.

(footsteps clacking)
(gentle music)

Hey, babe.

I just want you to know
how much I love you,

and that I'm sorry.

(Elena chuckles)

- I love you, too.

(clock ticks rhythmically)

(Brian sighs)

- I need to tell
you some things.

(solemn organ music)

(whistling)

(whistling)

- Gopal?

Have you seen Pastor Lawson?

- No, sir.

I heard he's still in jail.

- They should've
released him hours ago.

(Brian sighs)

You think it's true
what they say that

God forgives you, no
matter what you do?

- Absolutely.

I believe if they ask for it,

God always forgives.

- If they ask for it.

Pastor Lawson told me
that the mannequin killer

takes his victims to
the Redwater Farms.

He said he heard
it here and I...

You know, here at the
church here, and...

Who could have told him that?

- I told Pastor Lawson.

- You? Wait, wait.

Wait. Wha...

How, how could you know?

- Your partner, Luke?

He came to the church.

He told me the killer
takes his victims

to the Redwater Farms.

He asked me if I knew
anything about it. I say no.

He tells me to ask
around, find out.

But he says, don't
tell anyone he told me.

Or I get in trouble.

Am I in trouble?

- No.

Thank you.

- [Gopal] No. Thank you.

(Gopal whistling)

(Brian sighs)

(phone rings and vibrates)

(Brian sighs)

- Hey, Luke.

- [Luke] Hey. Captain
wants to see us, now.

(dark music continues)

(Brian sighs)

(knocks on door)

- Captain Howell.

Why haven't we released
the pastor yet?

- We just did.

Unfortunately, he
saw that Travis Reed

hung himself last night.

- Shit.

- Don't sit down.

Either of you got
something to tell me?

- What?

- I'm giving you both a chance
to come clean, right now.

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

- [Brian] Me neither, sir.

- Uh-huh.

Apparently, a big bag
of drug bust money

is missing from a
case you worked on.

The, uh...

Crawford case. Does
that ring a bell?

Also, that a bullet found in
the skull of a dead teenager

that you reported came
from a untraceable Glock

actually came from a
police issue weapon.

I sent someone down
to look into it

and I was just
brought up to speed.

You guys have anything
you wanna tell me?

- No.

- Mm-mm.

- Are you really gonna pull
this fuckin' shit on me,

after everything
I've done for you?

Set up your careers,
vouch for you,

and this is the fuckin'
thanks that I get?

Now, you're gonna start talking
and I'll go easy on you.

If not, I'm gonna come down on
you fucks like never before.

Start talking!
(bangs desk)

No?

Okay.

You are both suspended,
until further notice.

Put your guns and your
badges on my desk.

- But Captain-
- Now!

(gun clunks)

You are both a fucking disgrace
to this entire department.

(Luke sighs)

Now get the fuck
outta my office.

(door slams)

(badge clatters)
Fuck!

- Fuck me, man.

Fuck this whole damn place.

- Your little
girlfriend fucked us.

Like I said. Hell hath no fury.

(muffled rock music)

- Give me a double shot of
the strongest thing you got.

- No worries.
- Give him my shit.

- Yeah, your shit.

Yeah.

- Tequila.

(glasses clink)

- [Luke] Salud.

(Luke sighs)

- How much?
- I got you, man.

(lighter flicks)

- We've known each other
for about two decades.

Been partner, say
12 years, right?

- Bro, what you fuckin'...

What're you going on about?

- I know it was you
that started the rumor

about the killer taking his
victims to Redwater Farms.

- But I didn't start that shit!

Some girl I met at the
1836 bar told me that.

Come on. The night I went
to look around at the bar?

I ended up getting shit-faced,

and I banged some dirty
blonde in the bathroom.

I told you already, man.
What're you talking about?

- You remember her name?

- Ah, fuck.

Come on, man.

- Mm-hm.
- Dude, I was hammered.

Come on. You...

You don't believe me?

- Think I don't know
what to believe anymore.

- Wow.

Let me ask you somethin'.

What about Jaclyn?

- What about her?

- [Luke] Do you think she'd
be inclined to kill anyone?

- Yeah. She seems like a
psycho serial killer kinda gal.

I think that's what
drew me to her.

- Seriously, man.

What do you know about her?

- I don't know.

I mean...

She's unpredictable.

And she get real pissy,
if she don't get her way.

- And this...

That's what
attracted you to her?

- Shit happens.

- Enough to cheat on your wife?

- Fuck you.

Judging me and shit.

- Brother, man.
Did she tell you?

About her kid and her husband?

- Yes, yes. They
live in Australia.

- Really?

She didn't tell you they
died in a car wreck?

Over two years ago.

Her old partner claims she
ain't ever been the same, since.

But you wanna blame me?

Go on.

I'll take the bullet.

- I'm sorry, man.

(knocks on door)

(Elena sighs)

- Hi, Elena. I'm
Detective Jaclyn Waters.

- My husband isn't
here right now.

- Uh, I know. I, um, I've
actually come to speak to you.

- I already know you've
been fucking my husband.

He told me everything.
So, if you'll excuse me.

- Okay, okay, just hold
up. Just hang on a minute.

Did he also tell you
he's under investigation

for a homicide?

- What?

- The bodies of several men
and women have been found dead,

and we have reason to
believe it's your husband.

He's also under investigation
for the murder of a teenager

on a case that happened
over a year ago.

- Is this some
sort of sick joke?

- I'm afraid not.

Elena?

Elena...

You and I both know Brian
hasn't been himself lately.

- I have to go now.
- I'm trying to help you.

Elena, please! Please!
- Go away!

- I'm trying to protect you
and your daughter! Please!

(Elena sobs)

(music playing)

- [Elena] Brian, I
can't do this anymore.

I'm taking Mila to a
safe place.

Don't call.

("Goodbye" played by Gustavo
Garcia)

(knocks on door)

- [Brian] Hold on!

(door clicks open)

- Hey, Brian. We have
to search your home.

- Whatever.

- [Officer 1] Hey, Brian.

(officers chattering)

- [Officer 2] Start
with the kitchen.

- I thought you were suspended.

- I was.

Looks like your girl
made some calls.

Her sights are set
on just you now.

- [Howell] Check out
back. I gotta take a piss.

- [Luke] I'm sorry you're
going through all this.

(birds chirping)

(Howell sighs)

- Startin' to miss it.

Come on, y'all.

Y'all know me. You know...

This is, this is unnecessary.

- I'm beginning to think I
never really knew you at all.

How come you didn't tell
us about the affair,

back when Pastor Lawson
mentioned Redwater Farms?

Don't look at her.

Why?

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

(officers chattering)
(birds chirping)

What else can you tell me

about these blackouts
you're having?

'Cause they sure as hell don't
seem like sleep deprivation.

What are you not telling us?

(door creaks)

(ominous music)
- Oh, come on.

- Weston. Weston.

(door creaks)

(ominous music continues)

- Guys? Get down here
in the back shed.

Now!

- Copy. Guys, we
gotta go outside.

- Bring him!

- Let me put my damn shoe on.

- Come on, man.
- I'm comin'!

(ominous music continues)

- [Lisa] I believe we
have Sabrina Harris.

(Brian and Howell cough)

- Oh, my God. (coughs)

- Oh, my God. You
sick son of a bitch!

You had Sabrina's head
in here the whole time?

How could you do that?

How could you play me like that?

What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?

Say something! Say something!

Say something, motherfucker!
- Luke, Luke!

- You sick son of a bitch!

- Get him outta here.

- [Officer] All right,
Brian. Take him out.

Taking him out.

- Don't wanna hurt you, Brian.
- Come on, man.

Okay, all right.
All right, cool.

- (Brian) Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait!

(Jaclyn sighs)

(door clicks open)

(door closes)

- Captain, I mean, how fuckin'
stupid would I have to be

to keep a severed
head in my own shed?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's so bold because
nobody would think of it.

Maybe you're just cocky.

Maybe your life is falling apart
and you want to get caught.

I don't fuckin' know.

- I'm saying I can prove it.

I just need you to
give me a chance.

- Then start talking.

- Look, I can't tell
you! I gotta show you!

You could put Carson,
you could put Waters,

you could put the whole
damn department on me!

I'll keep the damn cuffs on!

I just need a couple
hours, Captain. That's all.

- If I were you, I would
save this for your lawyers.

- You've known me
my entire life.

You know I'm not
a serial killer.

I'm saying this is my
life, for fuck sake!

I'm asking you to give
me a chance. That's all!

- All right. Fine.

You got three hours. I can't
fuckin' believe I'm doing this.

Carson, Waters, would you
come down here, please?

(patrons chattering)

- How y'all doing?

- Good afternoon.

Um, we are looking for a
woman named Tanya Nelson.

- That's me. Can I help you?

- I'm Detective Sutter, and
these are some of my colleagues.

Well, we apologize for
bothering you at your work.

I just need you to answer
one small question for me.

Did you tell the man to my right

that Redwater Farms is the place

where the mannequin
killer takes its victims?

- (sighs) Yes. I, I told him.

But...

She's the one who paid
me to start the rumor.

- Excuse me?

- What?

- I have never met
this woman in my life.

- Sorry, Jaclyn.

- Oh, you set this up.

- Ma'am, have you ever met
me before? Do I know you?

- No, sir.

- She's lying! Hold up!

Get your fucking
hands off me! Wait!

I have never met this woman,

and I've never been
in this bar before.

- I would like to
call Captain Howell,

and ask him to
give us a warrant,

so that we can, we can search
Detective Waters' house.

- No need! Everyone's
welcome back.

I have nothing to hide!

- Sorry, Jaclyn.

(door thuds)

- Thank you.

- [Officer] Let's go, guys.

(wind howls)
(dark music)

(door clicks open)

(switch clicks)

- Have at it.

- [Brian] I'm gonna sit
right here, if it's okay.

- Hey, Jackson. Why don't
you check the bathroom?

Cover the door, please.

I'll check the bedroom.

(Jaclyn sighs)

- This is bullshit.

- Pain pills. Well,
that's about it.

- Oh, my pills? Yeah, you're
not gonna find anything.

But I did tell you that.

- Really now?

Looks like you like your meds.

Look what I found in
your closet back there.

(dark music continues)

- I have never seen that
in my life. I swear.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

(Jaclyn scoffs)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Don't fuckin' move, okay?

I don't know what
the fuck is going on,

but don't fuckin' move!

Jackson, get over there
with her, right now. Now.

Get your cuffs out,
guns out, on the ground.

- Jaclyn, don't do-
- Brian, shut the fuck up!

You probably
fuckin' set this up!

Gun out, Luke,
now, on the ground!

- What?
(suspenseful music)

Come on.

Easy.

All right.

Here you go.

How far do you think
you're gonna get, hm?

- As far as I can, until I
can figure this shit out.

(box clatters)

- [Brian] Get her!

(knee thuds)
(Luke groans)

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey.

Don't. No, don't.

It's okay.
(Luke groans)

Hey.

Hey, hey.

- [Luke] Fuck off.

- [Brian] Luke!

- God damn it.

Jackson, have you called it in?

- [Jackson] Calling.

- [Brian] Come on.

(engine revs)

Jackie!
(tires screeching)

Jackie, where are you doing?

- [Luke] Oh, shit.

- [Brian] Come on. Let's go.

(engine revs)
(tires screeching)

(tense music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

- Get my keys.
- I got it.

Okay.

- [Luke] Damn it. Get
out the fuckin' way.

I told you.

- [Brian] This doesn't
make any fuckin' sense.

(tires screeching)

- [Luke] Damn, where the fuck's
she going?

(horn honks)

- Please stop, baby. Jaclyn,
stop.

- [Luke] Come here.

(tense music continues)

- [Brian] Hey, hey,
hey! Stop chasing her!

(horn honks)

(engines roaring)

She'll go home! I know her!

(tense music continues)

(distant sirens wailing)

(engine revs)

- [Luke] Why?

Where's she going?

(tires screeching)

(Jaclyn pants)

- [Jaclyn] Fuck!

(tense music continues)

(Jaclyn pants)
(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)
(Jaclyn yelps)

(car thumps and smashes)

(car scrapes)

(tires screeching)

(somber music)

(car doors slamming)

- Jaclyn! Jaclyn!
- Oh, shit.

- Oh, fuck!
(Jaclyn breathes heavily)

Call an ambulance!

(distant sirens wailing)

You'll be okay.

(phone rings)

- [Luke] Uh, yeah. This
is Detective Carson here .

It looks like we got a DOA.

Yeah. Apparent fatality, over
at Ridge Crest Park.

Uh-huh. It's one of
our own, unfortunately.

Yeah, I'll hang.

(train clunks and roars)

(tense music)

- [Brian] Ms. Crawford, I'm
opening up!

I need to talk to your son!

- [Ms. Crawford] No! No!

No!

- [Brian] Freeze! Stop!

- No, no!
- Stop!

Stop!
- No!

- [Brian] Stop! Turn around!

(tense music continues)

Freeze! You must stop!

Don't you move!

Stop moving! Don't move!

Don't you fuckin' move!
Don't you fuckin' move!

(gun fires)

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

He was reachin'.

(sighs) Fuck.

- What the fuck did
you do that for?

- I told him not
to fuckin' move!

- He's gettin' his ID.

- He was reaching for a
fuckin' gun, I thought!

- Then you better stick
to that story, my friend.

(dark music continues)

I got you, though.

Wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

(Brian pants)

Hold it together, man.

- It was me. I'm the one
that shot that fuckin' kid.

- No shit, Captain Obvious,

but don't start
singing the blues here.

You need some help, man.

These blackouts are
outta control, man.

Listen.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

But can you blame me?

- I doubted you
for a minute, too.

(Luke sighs)

(distant train roars)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(traffic hums and whooshes)

- Look. I'm sorry I
didn't back you up.

Waters had us all spinning our
wheels with that IA bullshit.

Two of you we're looking
pretty bad for a minute there,

but these things
do get complicated.

(Brian chuckles)

- I guess it'd be pretty easy
for me to pick up that badge

and walk out that door, but
I'm afraid it's gonna cost me

a lot more than just
some sleepless nights.

Truth is, I'm the one
that shot that boy.

It was dark and it looked like
he was reaching for something

and I panicked and fired and...

(Brian sighs)

It all happened so fast.

I knew it would look bad
because a cop shooting a kid,

an unarmed kid on top of it,

it wouldn't matter that
the kid was selling drugs,

that he had $200,000
stashed in his trailer,

or that I thought my
life was on the line.

All that would matter
is I shot a kid,

and I would be tried
in the news, and um,

my life as I knew it
would be over, so...

Luke was the one
that took the money.

He said it would be better
that way if we both had

something on top of each other.

So, I was in no
position to argue.

- You're right.

Would've been a lot
easier on both of us,

if you picked up this badge
and walked out that door.

- I know, Captain.

Sorry.

I'm just done with lies.

(Brian sighs)

(door slams)
(Howell sighs)

- Send Lisa in here, please.

(Howell sighs)

(knocks on door)
Come in!

- Yes, Captain?

- I want you to put out an an
APB on Detective Luke Carson.

- Sir?

- Yeah.

(door thuds)

(crickets chirping)
(engine hums)

(distant dog barks)

(keys clinking)

(door thuds)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(weapon thuds)
(Brian groans)

(ominous music)

- Wakey wakey!

(footsteps shuffling)

Mm.

You know,

I tried.

I was gonna let it all go.

All your bullshit.

I tried to pin it all on
your psycho girlfriend.

IA report would've
been thrown out.

I mean, who'd take her
word for it, right?

You and I would be
back to driving around,

talking shit, doing our thing.

But no.

Your strong
pussy-whipped dumb ass

had to throw me under the bus.

(Luke titters)

So, I said, "Fuck it."

Fuck it!

(Brian groans)

Hmm.

Can you feel it?

My Special K cocktail?

I give it to all my guests.

- You.

Why?

- It's a long story.

My dad used to be a
clothing designer for women.

He loved women, a
little too much.

Kinda like you.

My mom, she found out one day.

She found out what a
double life he had.

She couldn't handle it.

It killed her.

Literally.

So, when I grew up,
I made sure that

he got a taste of
what that felt like.

So, I slashed his throat.

I separated his sick mind
from his sicker body.

- You're Charlie Hedges?

Robert Hedges' boy.

- Can't say I didn't warn you.

I told you not to go
there with Jackie,

and little did I know,
you already were.

I hate cheats and
rats and there you are,

both, just like
the rest of them.

Men, women,

trans,

gay,

lesbian, bisexual.

They come in all
sizes and shapes, but
they're all the same.

(upbeat dance music)

(victim giggles)

But worse are the
Bible-thumpin',
Sunday-church-goin',

hypocrite pieces of
shit cheating bastards.

Risking it all.

Risking their families.

For what?

Something new and exciting?

(victim gasps)

(body thumps)

(ominous music)

- What about Sabrina?

What did she ever do to anybody?

- Oh!
Hey!

(gun fires)

(ominous music continues)

- Yeah, I did feel
bad about her.

She just wanted to
help save Vanessa.

I did need her body to
help set up a scapegoat.

First, I chose you.

But after we both
got suspended anyway,

Jaclyn became the
perfect choice.

Kill two birds with one stone.

- How did you know Tanya
would identify Jaclyn?

- Well, once I told you
I'd banged the hostess,

I knew you were gonna find her.

You're actually a good cop.

You see, I paid Tanya off
to say it came from Jaclyn.

I'm a fuckin' genius, right?

- You're nothing but an
over righteous, twisted up,

perverted, sick-ass
murdering fuck.

You're just like your father.

A carbon copy.

(Luke grunts)

(water splashes)

(glass shatters)

(water splashes)
(Brian pants)

(Luke and Brian grunting)
(ominous music continues)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(body thuds)
(Brian groans)

(Luke and Brian grunting)
- Come here!

(Brian groans)
Come on!

(knife flicks)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

- [Brian] Stop!

(Luke and Brian grunting)
(ominous music continues)

(knife hacks)
(Brian yelps)

Fuck! Shit!

(Luke chuckles)

- [Luke] Come here.

Come here.

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(fist thuds)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

- [Brian] Drop it!

(Luke and Brian grunting)

Fuck off!

Fuck.

(Luke and Brian panting)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(bodies thumping)

(Brian groans)

(Luke and Brian grunting)
(ominous music continues)

(elbow thuds)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(ominous music continues)

(Luke grunts)

(bodies thumping)

- It has been confirmed.

The mannequin killer has been
arrested in North Little Rock.

The assailant's real
name is Charlie Hedges,

and to the surprise
of local authorities,

he was going by the
name of Luke Carson.

That's right, folks.

Local detective that a
lot of us knew very well,

Luke Carson.

He secretly used this
identity for many years,

leaving the police baffled.

- My angel.

- 15 counts of
murder of the first degree.

- Baby, I'm so sorry
I didn't listen to you

when you told me
to get some help.

But I promise I'm gonna to
do everything I have to,

to make sure that we
fix our family, okay?

I can't afford to lose y'all.

- Our daughter needs her father,

and I won't take that from her.

As far as you and
I are concerned-

- I need you.

(door clicks open)

- Okay.
- Hey, hey.

- Cap.

- Maybe you should've chosen
your partner more carefully.

(Brian chuckles)

- You chose my partner.

- I know.

So...

(warm piano music)

Welcome back.

(Brian sighs)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

- What's that?

- [Howell] Uh-huh?

- That's Daddy's badge.

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks
playing ♪

♪ Put it down ♪

♪ Go ahead, set
your anger down ♪

♪ Bet it hurt like hell ♪

♪ All the things that
you lived and felt ♪

♪ I know it's heavy ♪

♪ But I'll help you
carry it now ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Breathe out ♪

♪ We'll fight out of this hell ♪

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks
continues ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to listen this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to speak
up this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to change this time ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Put it down ♪

♪ Go ahead, set
your anger down ♪

♪ Know it hurts like hell ♪

♪ All the things that
you lived, endured ♪

♪ I know it's heavy ♪

♪ But I'll help you
carry it now ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Breathe out ♪

♪ We'll fight out of this hell ♪

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks
playing ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to listen this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to speak
of this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to change this time ♪

♪ Time ♪

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dance music)

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dance music continues)

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dance music continues)

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dance music continues)

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dance music continues)

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