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Is the sheriff in?

Sheriff Lotus is in a meeting.
Can I help you?

I have information
he needs to hear.

Can I help you, ma'am?

He wants you to know
he won't stop.

Taking those girls
was just the beginning.

- What is this?
- He wants you to see.

You will all see.

What the hell are you doing?
Don't! No!

Don't do it!

Calvin.

Where have you been?

What happened to you?

Is that blood?

- Calvin. Cal--
- Quiet.

Get-- stop, please.
Stop.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Nothing, just not so rough.

- Please.
- Jesus.

Wait a second. Are you screwing
somebody else?

What? No. Of course not.

We haven't fucked in months.
What is it?

You just--

you scared me.

You scared me.

What happened?
What's going on?

What happened to you?

No, Calvin.

Calvin. Calvin.

Shower's all yours.

- Help yourself.
- Not really my thing.

You know, I started out
in undercover.

Pretty white chicks have to go a little
bit further to prove themselves.

So it was either fuck 'em
or smoke their shit.

Sometimes it was both.

You don't have to explain
yourself to me.

I've been meaning to kick it.

But when you spend your days up
to your neck in this shit,

sometimes I got to get
out of my own head.

- Do I need to worry about you?
- No.

Might be nice if you did.

Wow, you, my friend,
have some intimacy issues.

- Thanks for letting me crash.
- Could have shared the bed.

Just saying.

Who the fuck are you?

Maggie.

- Kurt.
- What's wrong?

- It's--
- You want to sit for a second?

No, I don't want to sit.

Helen, you think
you could get Hank here

one of those snacks
that you keep upstairs?

Sure. Hi, Hank.
Want to come with me?

Thank you.

Come here.

What happened?
Did he hurt you?

That motherfucker.

I left. I couldn't be in that
house another second.

- He let you leave?
- He doesn't know.

I just grabbed Hank
and packed things and...

I don't even know
where I'm going, Kurt.

- You'll stay with me.
- I can't.

That's the first place
he's gonna come look.

- Not if I find him first.
- No.

No, I have to think about Hank.

Kurt, I think he killed
my father.

Randall's dead?

I don't know. They left together
and then--

and then Calvin-- and he was covered
in blood.

And-- and then he--

- It was-- He was terrifying.
- Okay. Shh.

It's okay.

That's my mother's sweater.

It is.

She never wears it.

- It looks good on you.
- Most things do.

You best clean that glass up
before your mother gets home.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

So how do you fit
into this whole shit show?

Your mother and your father and I
go way back.

Yeah? Which father?

The one that gave you
that smart mouth.

Got it. So is she Carrie
or Ana to you?

There weren't no Carrie
before I invented her.

Well, I could use
a shiny new life myself.

You want to hook me up?
I figure you owe me.

Ain't you the fucked-up
little delinquent?

Hey, I'm just trying to play
the shitty hand I was dealt.

Girl, what you were dealt

were two parents who would
kill or die for you.

That's a hell of a lot more
than most people got.

Deva.
What are you doing here?

Missed you, too, Mom.

I'm just surprised to see you.

You changed the locks
on the door again.

Sorry, I should have told you.

- Does Grandma know you're here?
- I left her a note.

- Deva.
- I'm not going back, Mom.

There's no Wi-Fi and it smells like
ass there.

- If the court finds out--
- They won't.

- I know I can keep a secret.
- You stay out of this.

If it makes it any easier, you really
don't have a choice.

All right, so why don't
we just arrest Calvin?

She'll never testify against him.
She's terrified.

She thinks Calvin killed her father.

Does Calvin know?

- Does Calvin know what?
- About you two.

- No.
- You sure?

You didn't think I could tell. It took
me about 10 seconds to see it.

Now, granted, I'm a smarter
than average cop

- He's a hatemongering asshole.
- Calvin doesn't know.

They can stay at my place.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Just until you find a way
to take your brother down.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey, you okay, by the way?

This morning, the burning.

Must have hit pretty close
to home, huh?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Can't get that smell
out of my head.

It takes a while.

- Can I help you?
- I highly doubt it.

You can't go back there.

- You can't go back there.
- I know.

That's the swelling, babe.
They'll soften up--

- Sweet Jesus.
- Hey, hey, you can't be in here.

And yet I am. FBI.

Honey, get out of here.

Dr. David Quick.
I have been looking for you.

What's up, Doc?

Why don't you take a seat?

Should we try that again?

Performing breast augmentation

after being stripped of your medical
license, now, that's a felony.

We don't perform any procedures here.
Tiffany is a friend of mine.

She asked me to look
at her boob job, that's all.

- Mm, so why'd you run?
- I don't like cops.

Hey, you can't go in there, buddy.

- You got a warrant?
- I don't need one.

I'm not a cop.

Yeah, look, we can
go down that road,

but it's tangled and boring
and in the end, you'll still lose.

Or you can answer
a few questions

and I'll forget we ever met.

Over here.

Okay.
What do you want to know?

- Body modifications.
- What about it?

- You do it?
- Now and then.

So you must do some
pretty fucked-up shit.

Not as fucked up
as the shit I turn down.

You wouldn't believe
the kind of things people want.

Hey, Jesus, man!
Shit's expensive.

I'm looking for a guy
with horn implants.

- You ever do anything like that?
- Yeah.

Well, then whip out your files, Doc.

We don't keep files
on that kind of stuff.

I can't imagine devil horns
is a common request.

They're more common
than you think.

- It's Satan's country out here.
- But still it's pretty unique.

Even for a guy like you.

Who was the last guy you did?
I'm sure you remember something.

The kind of people
who want this shit,

they're not exactly model citizens.

I take cash in advance.
I don't even ask their names.

- How convenient for you.
- This is bullshit.

- I'm gonna call my lawyer.
- Let's go.

He doesn't know anything.

This has not been a satisfying
conversation for me, Dr. Quick.

If I were you, I'd call me.

Thank you.

- I barely started working that guy.
- He wasn't gonna talk.

- This might help.
- That was on his desk.

You have some serious skills. He was
watching you the whole time.

- How'd you do it?
- That's the trick, isn't it?

Just when I thought
I'd seen it all.

Wow, amazing what low self-esteem
can do to a sociopath.

- I've been trying to reach you.
- I've been busy.

We have a problem, Deputy Cruz?

Not at all.
But speaking of problems,

remember that matter
you asked me to look into?

- Yeah.
- I looked into it.

- You found him?
- No, I found her.

Exhibit number four
was also turned in

to our hearing officer five days
before this trial began.

Now, if it pleases the court,
you'll note that the photograph

shows the remnants
of a crushed back side door.

This photograph was
taken at the scene...

...of a hit-and-run five months
back at the intersection...

I'm seeing you around the courthouse
quite often these days.

- Taking an interest in the law?
- You could say that.

You know, I never
really had the chance

to offer my condolences
for the loss of your husband.

- You hated Gordon.
- No, didn't hate him.

I respected him.

I never took it personally.

I'd like to think
he didn't either.

He did.

Well, either way, I was very sorry
to hear about it.

I'm sorry about your niece.

We both suffered
a great loss.

You know, sometimes
a loss like that

clouds the judgment.

Makes us do things impulsively.
Things we might regret.

Do you know what I mean?

No, not really.

No? Well, I'd watch out for it.

You still have so much to lose.

I guess we all do.

I suppose we both
should be more careful.

Remember me, sunshine?

The bitch who didn't know
when to stop asking questions.

Ah, you remembered.
I'm so flattered.

I'm also the bitch with the badge.
Did I not mention that the other day?

- I don't want any trouble, all right?
- Now that's the spirit.

We're looking for a guy
with devil horns.

- You got people like that in here?
- Yeah, body mods.

Right, well, this guy is killing girls.

Why don't you scroll through here,
see if you recognize anyone?

Most of the so-called Satanists
that come in here are tourists.

Assholes looking to be more edgier
and bad-ass than they really are.

With the exception of this guy.

Who's this?

That's Bode. Declan Bode.

He's a hardcore ritualist.

- Does he come here often?
- Nah, used to a while back.

Feeling people out. Maybe looking
for followers. I don't know.

Nobody took to the guy 'cause
he was a little too committed.

So you're talking about
a guy who was so twisted,

he creeped out other Satanists?
Got it.

- Where do we find him?
- Fuck if I know.

- You knew his name.
- That's all I'm telling you, cop.

- Where do we fucking find him?
- I don't fucking know, man.

The fucking guy thinks the Devil
works through him.

One night the freak comes in here,

starts spouting off about
how he's talking to Lucifer.

I tell him he's full of shit. Guy takes
the paring knife out of my hand,

starts peeling back
his fingernails one by one,

smiling the whole time.

Then he orders a drink.
Who the fuck does that?

Someone we should meet.

See? When we're helping,
we're happy.

Yeah?
Well, that's interesting.

Okay.

All right, thanks.
I'll call you back.

Our boy Declan Bode doesn't have
much of a footprint.

No known address. No relatives.
But he does have a prior.

He was convicted of statutory rape
15 years ago next county over.

- Girl's name is sealed.
- Can we get it unsealed?

Yes, but I will need
a court order,

which won't happen
until tomorrow.

Don't you have any judges
you can wake up?

I'm not very popular
among the federal judges.

- All right, so what do we do now?
- Now we wait.

- Just wait?
- Yeah.

Great.

You're not built
for downtime, are you?

The way you move,
the way you pace,

the way you want
to push through every wall

without even looking for the door
or the key to that door.

You have a point?

That's not the temperament of a man

who worked his way up
through law enforcement.

Put my feet to the fire, I'd say
you're more criminal than cop.

You don't know me.

I know you can't sit still.

I'm guessing
you were once made to

for a very long time
and you didn't like it.

You check the corners
every time you enter a room.

That's not police training.
That's survival.

Your demeanor towards me
is complicated.

You have trouble
making eye contact.

It's not lack of confidence.
You've got a secret.

Or secrets.

Maybe I just don't like you.

But you do.

Don't you?

Wow.

You think you know me?

Let me tell you something.
You have no fucking idea.

I check the corners because
for as long as I can remember,

there's always been someone waiting
there to get the jump on me.

And I don't stay still
'cause every time I do,

someone close to me
fucking dies.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

No, I'm not.

It's nothing.

Hey.

What is it?

I'm sorry.

There is a serial
killer out there...

- It's terrifying.
- I know, baby. I know.

- I'll take patrol.
- It's my shift.

No, I'm pulling rank. I've got to get
out of this zoo.

Okay.

Someone there?

Shit.

Burning the midnight oil, I see.

This is not the place
to talk business.

That's fine because we no longer
have any business to discuss.

The Brotherhood
no longer works for you.

- Is that so?
- Yes, that is so.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Not from where I'm sitting.

I can't help but wonder what Watts
will think about this.

Well, why don't we ask him?

What do you think, Randall?

Seems the cat
got Watts's tongue.

That's a bold choice.

Yeah.

I thought you'd like that.

So here's how it's gonna work.

Everything that's yours is now ours.

Warehouses, shipments, buyers,
I fucking want all of it.

You can go quietly
or you can go bloody,

but either way you are gone.

You can keep the head
as a souvenir.

Hi.

I saw you on TV.

I didn't ask for this.

He chose me.

Do you understand?

He chose me.

You can't stop me.

I've been delivered.

To feed the beast,

I've become something different,
something more.

And you, you're a bug.

A tiny, worthless insect in the face
of his power.

Fuck you.

Close your eyes, cop.

Close your eyes.
Cherish the darkness,

for soon you will
bear witness to his plan.

And only then

will I take your
miserable little life.

- Where are they, Kurt?
- Get the fuck off my property.

Where's my wife?!

She's somewhere safe.
She'll call you when she's ready.

You are fucking
with my family, Kurt.

My wife, my son.

Do you have any idea what I will
fucking do to you for that?

- Where's Watts?
- Watts is dead.

- Where's Maggie?
- She doesn't want to see you.

Fuck you. You don't get to fucking
tell me that.

I just did.
I'm going into my house.

In two minutes,
if you're still here,

I'll come back out.

Trust me, you don't
want me to come back out.

Kurt.

Do you remember
Dad used to take us

to the dogfights
over in Vandergrift?

Yeah.

I remember
I once asked him...

if the matches
ever ended in a tie.

And he laughed at me
and he said:

"There's only ever one way
that a dogfight ends."

You remember that?

Yeah, I remember.

There's only one way, Kurt.

I know.

Deva!

- Are you hurt?
- No.

Come on.
Come on.

Get out there. Get on the roof.
Go, go, go!

Here, take this.
Safety's off.

Two hands.
Point and squeeze.

Find a place to hide, wait.
You stay safe.

Go. Now!

No.

I am sick and tired...

...of fighting for
my motherfucking life.

Damn.

Where's Deva?

Deva.

Are you hurt?

Give me this.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Deva.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down. Slow down.

You okay? You hurt?

I just want to go home.

I know.

The thing is, I don't know
where that is.

Come here.

Underwood, tell me
you have something.

The judge unsealed the file.

The victim on that statutory rape
is a Kim Newton.

She still lives in the area.

- You got an address?
- Just emailed it to you.

- You're the best. I owe you.
- You owe me many.

What is it with this fucking town?

Can't we go one week without some
motherfucking army shooting at us?

Seems like you handled it fine.

That's because it's already become
a motherfucking habit.

Thank you.

Baby, there's a whole
world out there.

So they tell me.

What the fuck happened here?

Proctor.

What are you doing
messing with him?

Are you kidding me?

You don't get to walk into my life every
few years and question me.

Deva could have been fucking killed.

Get out of here.

- Come on, Ana.
- Get the fuck out of here!

Who the fuck do you think
you are saying that shit to me?

Do you think I don't know what
could have happened there?

Hey, hey, stop. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Hello. Can I help you?

Kim Newton?

Yes.

My parents were the ones
that called the police.

I was 15,
Declan, he was 25.

I was a quiet girl.

I didn't have
many friends in school.

Always the kid in the back row.

Nobody really paid
any attention to me.

And then I met Declan.

He told me I was beautiful
and I could tell he meant it.

I had never even
been kissed before

and here was this handsome
older guy

falling head over heels
in love with me.

And I understand now that
I was young and impressionable

and he manipulated me,
but, you know...

I still think he loved me
and I know I loved him.

- So what happened?
- My dad found out.

He wanted to go after
Declan with a tire iron,

but my mother convinced him
to call the police instead.

Oh, I cried for days.

And the sex?

Was it perverse in any way?

It was intense, but, no,

I wouldn't say it was perverse.

Is Declan in some kind of trouble?

He's a person of interest.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

The night he was arrested.
After that, I never saw him again.

It's a nice piece of property
you have.

Oh, thanks.
My parents left it to me.

If you think of anything else,
give me a call.

- Thanks for your time.
- Yeah.

Hey, it's Veronica.

You disappeared on me
this morning.

But, anyway, I tracked down
our statutory rape victim.

She said all the right things,
but my bullshit meter is ringing.

Anyway, I'm going back to the hotel,

so call me and I'll fill
you in on my--

Oh, shit.

I heard you were
looking for me.