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(doorbell ringing)

Grabbed your paper.

You ready to get started with this?

Do I have a choice?

Your ten day window is up, Clark.

You know how it is.

You don't comply with the law, I got to tell the judge.

(tosses paper) Now come on.

Let's go introduce you to the neighbors.

I just don't see how this does anyone any good.

The law's the law, Clark.

You got to do this.

And as your parole officer, I got to watch you.

I served my time, John.

I just want to live in peace.

Your new neighbors have every right

to know who's moving in next door.

And hey, you ask me, a little embarrassment's

not a bad price to pay for getting out of jail.

And you still think this is a good thing?

I think you got to do what you got to do.

And right now, you got to finish putting up these flyers.

Hi, sweetheart.

Morning.

Did you just bring that paper in?

Yeah, a minute ago. Why?

You want it?

No. Did you talk to anybody out there?

A man with a tie maybe?

Yeah. He and his friend were putting up flyers.

I think they're having a garage sale or something.

Good morning.

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More than you want to know.

So according to this,

our new neighbor used to be an English teacher in Tucson.

And ten years ago, he raped one of his students.

It gets worse.

The girl was too ashamed to tell anyone,

so a few weeks later, he tried it again.

That time she pepper-sprayed him and told her parents.

My God, this girl is only a few years older than Bridgette.

JOE: You're the one looking to go back

to law school, so you tell me--

how does a guy who rapes a teenage girl

get only ten years in prison?

You know what, we're going to have to talk to them

before they go to school, so they know what to do

if they see this guy around the neighborhood.

I mean, not that we're ever going to leave them alone again.

Oh, I called Lee.

He thinks he knows this guy's parole officer.

He's going to ask him if he can drop by

the police headquarters

so I can ask him how worried we should be.

I just don't understand.

I mean, how do you let a guy with that kind of a history

move into a neighborhood where there are families and children?

I mean, great, they've informed us that he's living here.

Frankly, all that does is make me more anxious.

Is the simple solution just to keep these people locked away?

You know what, honey?

Let's forget about all this.

You have a presentation. You need to be focused.

Focused-- yes.

(doorbell ringing)

You expecting anyone?

Maybe that's our new neighbor.

Maybe he needs a cup of sugar.

Hi. Good morning.

I'm sorry to come by so early.

Joe and Allison, right? Yeah. Hi.

Hi. Susannah Collings.

I met you last year at the Fourth of July block party.

My daughter and I live around the corner, two blocks down.

Big house with the wrap-around porch.

Right. Hi. Susannah, nice to see you again.

Um, have you see these?

We were just talking about that.

Yeah, well, join the club.

Everyone on the block's in a tizzy.

Anyway, I've decided to have a meeting at my house tonight,

and I would love it if you both could come.

Sure. Great.

In the meantime, I'm going to call City Hall

and see what our options are.

You know what, I work for the District Attorney's office.

I'm hoping to meet with this man's parole officer

and find out what I can.

Oh, wow. That would be amazing.

So I can count on both of you for tonight? 7:30?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, and by the way, thanks for doing this.

Yeah, well, you guys live three blocks away from him.

I live five doors down.

I really don't feel like I have much choice.

I'd like to tell you that Clark Kerwin is a changed man,

Mrs. Dubois, I really would.

But the truth is, I just don't know

that to be true.

Look, I still have two little girls living at home.

You have to give me some kind of encouragement.

Give me some kind of hope.

Mrs. Dubois, I've been a parole officer for ten years

and a father for 15.

Speaking as a professional,

I'd say Clark's been a model parolee.

Speaking as a father, not a guy I'd want hanging around my kids.

(phone ringing) Excuse me a second.

Any good news?

He likes the coffee.

Yeah, on my way.

(sighs)

That was your new neighbor.

Sounds like the welcome wagon's already paid him a visit.

Someone threw a rock through his living room window.

I was in the bedroom when I heard the glass break.

By the time I got to the front of the house,

whoever did it was long gone.

I guess I should just be grateful

the rock didn't hit me.

Mrs. Dubois, Detective Scanlon,

I'd like you to meet Clark Kerwin.

Clark, Detective Scanlon's here with the local police.

He's here to take you report.

Mrs. Dubois, in addition to working with the District Attorney's office

is one of your new neighbors.

Oh, I'll bet this is almost as exciting for you

as it is for me.

This is not right. This is not us.

Whatever.

Mind taking me in the house?

I'd like to try to recover the rock

or whatever it is they used.

Dust it, see if I can get a print.

Sure.

So what happens now?

You and I going to go around the neighborhood,

put up a new set of flyers warning people

there's a rock thrower in town?

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They teach you that in engineering school?

Hmm, you liked that, huh?

Not too bad.

It doesn't go any better than that. That's great.

Okay, I'll let everyone on the team know before we go home tonight.

Listen, before you do, I was hoping you'd come up to my office for a few minutes.

I've still got a little business I'd like to talk to you about.

Dan, I've got to meet my wife like at this...

at this neighbor thing in like 20 minutes.

Take it from a man who spent more than a few nights

in the doghouse-- there are moments that are worth it.

This is one of those moments.

When you've been doing this as long as I have,

you start to believe that the world is basically made up

of two types of people--

engineers who do their best work with computers or drafting boards,

and business people that don't really understand the science,

but know how to read buyers and markets and can close a deal.

It's very rare that you find someone that can do both those things.

Really nice job today, Joe.

Thank you, Dan. I appreciate that.

Have a seat.

I would like to bring you up in the company, Joe.

Senior management position.

The type of job that comes with an ownership stake.

I-I... Dan, I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything yet.

Not till you've read the catch.

Just because I see you as upper management,

doesn't mean that anyone else does.

The board sees you as an engineer.

A science guy.

That's why I'd like you to get yourself an executive MBA.

Excuse me?

I want you to go back to school.

Now I know it's an enormous commitment,

but it's the only way that I can make this happen.

You do it at night,

and after two years, you'll be helping me run this company.

SUSANNAH: Uh, I was on the phone all day today

talking to various members

of law enforcement, as well as to our city councilmen.

And the unfortunate truth is,

none of them particularly care that my 16-year-old daughter

is living just 300 feet from a man

who raped a 16-year-old girl ten years ago.

None of them care

that he lives 500 feet from you, Nancy,

and you're beautiful twins, or directly across the street

from you, Bob and Kelly, and your nine-year-old son.

So what can we do about it?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, I'm just going to throw this out there,

but Councilman Dinardi told me that he heard of some cases

where neighborhoods actually pooled their resources

to buy the sex offender's house from him.

(murmuring) Okay.

Didn't think that was going to go over terribly well.

That leaves one option, really.

We need to make it as uncomfortable as possible

for this gentleman to stay.

(crowd murmuring agreement)

WOMAN: Oh, I-I heard that someone

threw a rock through his window today,

so, I mean, who knows?

Maybe... maybe he's already planning on moving.

Yeah. Good.

Let's assume he isn't.

The sidewalk in front of his house

is public property.

That means that we are entirely within our legal rights

to gather there and express our opinion of him

as loudly and as often as we want.

Hey. I know you.

Didn't you used to be my husband?

We used to do things together,

like-- I don't know--

go to community meetings

about sex offenders who lived on our block.

You know, you've been to one sex offender meeting,

you've been to them all.

Ooh. You smell like alcohol.

You smell like Allison.

(laughs)

(sighs) Have you been drinking?

With my boss.

We did some eating, too, and a lot of talking.

I think I'm his new crush.

ALLISON: He wants you to get

an MBA? JOE: Yeah.

Turns out all the cool kids have them,

so I guess I got to get one.

Okay. Do you even want an MBA?

Honestly, before today, I never even gave it any thought.

But now I know the kind of doors that it can open

and the kind of money that I could be making...

But it seems pretty ambitious.

I mean, you being in business school

and me studying law.

Yeah, well...

it's going to be a logistical nightmare,

but we're going to figure it out

'cause that's what powerful couples like us do, right?

(groans)

Whiskey?

Mouthwash.

Excellent.

Now, come on, tell me about this meeting.

Well, there's really not a lot to tell.

I mean, it's pretty much what you would expect, you know.

People were upset.

And that Susannah woman was trying to organize

a legal demonstration outside the guy's house,

and there was a sign-up sheet.

Mmm. Okay. What did you sign us up for?

Nothing.

I don't know.

I met the guy today-- the actual guy.

Somebody threw a rock through his window,

so Scanlon and I went over.

And...?

And... (sighs)

I've met a lot of scary people.

Murderers, child molesters.

People who have a lot of all kinds of darkness around them.

And...?

And I don't know-- I just... I didn't see that.

I-I didn't feel that.

Not that. Not in him.

That need to hurt somebody else.

The sadness, the frustration, the anger--

that I got, but the other?

It's stupid, right?

Come on. The guy was convicted.

He did hard time.

But I... I don't know... I don't know what my problem is.

I stood in the middle of that meeting,

and the madder and the madder people got,

the worse and worse I just started to feel for this guy.

Say something.

None of it matters.

We're going to be rich. We're going to move.

That's not funny, all right?

I'm going to go to Susannah's house tomorrow and sign us up.

Of course, you are.

Pick an easy shift, okay?

Like early Sunday morning when no one's really looking.

Have I told you lately what an inspiration you are to me?

No.

There's a reason for that.

GIRL: This is unacceptable.

You can't give me a B. I don't get B's.

As a concept?

'Cause I'd be happy to break it down for you.

Mr. Kerwin, I worked my butt off on this paper.

I know you did, Stacy.

You told me so when I gave it back to you on Monday.

And then you told me again on Tuesday

and Wednesday and Thursday, and still,

you never really proved the central thesis of your paper.

Hence the "B."

For the last time, Mr. Kerwin,

I have to get an "A" on this,

because without it, I drop to number two in my class,

and if I'm not valedictorian...

Stanford will never take you, right?

This is your last chance, Mr. Kerwin.

Give me the grade that I deserve, or else.

Stacy...

are you threatening me?

It's funny you should mention threats, Mr. Kerwin,

because you've been threatening me all week.

Check your sent mail folder.

What? Just do it.

What the hell are these?

Oh, those?

Those are the e-mails that you sent to me

after you raped me.

Oh, you don't remember?

That's funny, because you get

very specific about it in your e-mails.

Stacy, how did you...

I'm very good with computers.

What are you doing? I'm doing what I didn't do

the last time you attacked me.

I am fighting back.

(crying)

No! Somebody help me!

Stay away from me! Oh, my God!

Stay away! (screaming)

JOE: Okay, so if this Kerwin guy really is innocent,

I feel terrible,

but speaking strictly as a parent,

if he didn't rape that girl,

then we don't have a sex offender

living in our neighborhood.

Isn't that good news?

Yeah, for us, but think about that poor man.

How is he supposed to get a job, live his life?

Yeah, I don't have an answer for that, Allison.

Girls are going to be up in a few minutes.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hey, Lee.

No, no, we're up.

I'm going to go jump in the shower.

Oh, my God, that's terrible.

Yeah, I can meet you there in 20 minutes.

I'll see you there.

What? What's so terrible?

That-that-that woman whose house I was at last night--

Susannah Collings-- her... her daughter is missing.

SUSANNAH: She told me she was studying

for the SATs at a friend's house.

I told her to wake me when she got in.

Suddenly, 4:30, I woke up, realized she never woke me.

I went to her room-- she wasn't there.

And then I called her friends, woke them all up.

She wasn't there.

She hadn't been there for hours, and then, suddenly,

I realized her car was right out front.

Her car is right there, but no Hayden.

Have you checked your cell phone lately?

Maybe she left you a message,

went out for breakfast with a friend.

This thing has not left my hand since I woke up.

I call her every three minutes,

and then I check to see if she called me,

and then I check my e-mails and I double-check my texts.

It's just a question we have to ask.

Why are we standing here?

Shouldn't we be looking for her?

Shouldn't we be knocking at that animal's door?

Pardon me?

No. I won't pardon you.

I won't pardon anyone who said it was all right

for that... monster to move onto my block.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mrs. Collings,

I'd be happy to walk down the street

and have a chat with Mr. Kerwin,

but we have no reason at this point to believe...

Detective, he raped a teenage girl!

He threatened to kill her.

I have a teenage girl, and no one can tell me where she is.

Hey, it's Lee.

Listen, uh, put a little detail together.

Go up the block to 177.

Knock on the door.

Ask if we could please take a look around the house.

Let me call forensics, take a look at the car as well.

Yeah.

Susannah, have you actually met Mr. Kerwin?

Allison, I think you know the answer to that question.

Look, I'm sorry.

I... I just have a strong feeling

that he's got nothing to do with this.

I don't know. I'm just hoping

that any second, your little girl

is going to come through that door

and tell you about her... her crazy night

and how she lost her cell phone.

I keep hoping.

(siren wailing in distance)

KERWIN: I swear to you,

I've never seen that girl before in my life.

You know, I'm not an idiot.

I mean, I see a girl like this, I cross the street.

I change seats on the bus.

I don't want any trouble.

I just want to live my life.

We understand that, Mr. Kerwin,

and we appreciate you coming down here.

To be perfectly honest, we're not entirely sure

that this girl was even abducted.

But, uh... if you could account

for your whereabouts last night,

this would be a very short conversation.

(sighs)

I was at home.

I watched TV.

I went to bed.

Can anyone confirm that?

I'm on a list of registered sex offenders, Detective.

It probably won't surprise you to hear that I live alone,

so no, of course not.

It wouldn't necessarily have to be somebody you live with.

Did you call out for a pizza?

Or maybe a neighbor saw you taking out your garbage?

No, I didn't see anyone,

and no one saw me.

You know, I'm a college-educated guy.

Don't you think, if I wanted

to do this terrible thing-- which I don't--

don't you honestly think I'd be smart enough

to find someone who didn't live in my neighborhood?

On my block, where my face is posted on every tree?

With all due respect, Mr. Kerwin,

sex offenders aren't known for their rational decision making.

Even the smart ones.

Okay. You're already searching my house and my car.

Not that I have a choice.

We all know my Fourth Amendment rights went away

when I was convicted of rape.

And I want to tell you right now you're not gonna find anything.

What I want to say,

whatever else you need me to help with,...

I'll do it. I'm happy to help.

I-I just want to be clear about that.

Would you be willing to take a polygraph test?

I'd love to take a polygraph test.

Oh, okay. I'll get the consent forms, and we'll see

if we can get the equipment set up right away.

(door opens)

(door closes)

It's gonna be okay.

Why would you say that to me?

Every police officer, every lawyer I've met

since that girl said I raped her...

they look at me like I'm the devil.

Like... they wish I would simply die

so they.... they could be done with me.

I don't know.

I guess I just don't see the devil.

I don't know why...

but I think it's gonna be okay.

Ah! Ooh!

Well, that's a good-looking casserole and everything.

But we just ate a couple hours ago.

I'm not sure I'm up for another meal.

It's not for you. It's for our new neighbor.

Are you serious?

You think that's smart?

The guy's still a person of interest

in a potential kidnapping, right?

And you still work for the District Attorney, don't you?

Where are you going with this?

Don't you think that some people might see that as

a conflict of interest?

Come on. I'm giving the guy a tuna casserole, not a Lexus.

Fine.

Just do me a favor.

I know you think the guy's innocent and everything,

but if he invites you inside...

Look, don't worry. I'm just gonna stand on

the porch and pass it to him.

Okay. If you're not back in ten minutes,

I'm calling Jodie Foster.

(kids shouting playfully)

Hey, it's the middle of the night.

What are you doing up?

Bad dream.

Yeah, I had one, too.

Must be going around.

Tell me yours first.

Well, two well-meaning people decided to go back to school

at the same time they were trying

to pay for their oldest child's education.

And?

And no matter how many ways the husband tried

to make the figures work, he just couldn't do it.

Not without robbing a bank or winning the lotto.

Not for all three people.

What's yours?

It's the same.

Except in my version, the wife waited almost 18 years

to complete her first education.

Her husband had already gotten his engineering degrees.

Her children already had college funds put aside for them.

I just don't know how to do it.

Sure, you do.

You just got to convince me to wait some more.

Where you going?

Going back to sleep. I hate this dream.

I'm gonna get me another.

(phones ringing)

(sighs)

(knocking) Yep?

Hey. You got a minute?

Sure. What's going on?

Well, I... I just noticed that you're still interviewing

for that assistant D.A. position.

Yep. It's a shame you don't have your degree.

You'd be perfect for it.

Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing.

So how about a raise?

(chuckles) Okay. Let's start over.

Well, that's the thing. We can't really start over.

I'm never gonna be 24 again.

I'm never gonna be one of these kids fresh out of law school,

but at least I could still get my degree.

I could still get my license to practice.

I just... I just need

to get some money together for tuition and...

Okay, Allison, let me stop you there.

There is not one dime in the city budget, in my budget

that hasn't already been spoken for-- twice.

If I could get it for you, I would, but...

It's okay.

Another life. (chuckles)

(knocking) Yep.

I heard you were both here.

Thought you'd want to know.

We found the Collings girl this morning.

Well, that's good news, isn't it?

She was found at Riverside Park.

Buried in a children's sandbox. Buried in a playground sandbox.

That's, that's all I know.

I-I didn't even realize that I knew that.

Her poor mother...

Cause of death appears to be multiple stab wounds.

The only good news in all this is that the knife

used to kill the girl was found buried with the body.

And?

And we got a partial print

from the handle.

They both point to the same guy...

your new neighbor Clark Kerwin.

Coroner counts 16 stab wounds,

one for every year that she was alive. My God.

There's also some bruising consistent

with a sexual assault.

Is that the knife?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but none of this makes any sense to me.

What doesn't make sense to you?

I'm not convinced that he raped that girl ten years ago,

much less killed this girl.

Okay, let's start at the beginning.

What's this about ten years ago?

I had a dream.

In it, he didn't do anything.

It was all a setup. The girl was angry.

He was her teacher. He didn't give her

the grade that she wanted.

Okay, all right.

Let's say that was the case.

Nonetheless, Kerwin did spend ten years in prison.

And prison changes a person, Allison.

Not always for the better.

It's funny that you suddenly believe in this guy so strongly.

Why?

'Cause when we picked him up this morning,

he didn't want his lawyer,

didn't want the public defender.

All he wanted to do was speak with you.

Mr. Kerwin?

They told me you wanted to see me.

You said it was gonna be okay.

You still say that?

They found your fingerprints on the knife.

I know you showed me her picture the other day,

but I don't even remember what she looked like.

I don't even remember her name.

Hayden.

Her name was Hayden.

You said it was gonna be okay.

I was wrong.

That's it?

That's all you have to say to me?

No.

Get a lawyer.

(knocking)

Mrs. Dubois...

my friend at the District Attorney's office.

Susannah, I realize we don't know each other well, but

I just want to tell you how sorry I am about your loss.

If there's ever anything I can do for you...

Do for me?

When that man moved into the neighborhood,

I begged you and the people you work with

to do something for me.

When Hayden disappeared,

I pleaded with you and that detective

to go down to that house,

make that animal admit that he'd taken her.

How do I know she wouldn't still be alive

if you and your colleagues had marched down there

guns drawn, demanded he tell you where she was?

No, I'm sorry.

The offer's a little late.

Thank you.

Hypothetical question.

That's my favorite kind. Shoot.

Okay, all right, so in this scenario,

there's this guy, who, he brings home

most of the money into his household, right?

Breadwinner. Got it.

And this guy has an opportunity, a good one.

The hypothetical breadwinner has an opportunity

to bring home a lot more bread.

The problem is, if he goes through with this,

his hypothetical wife has

to give up an opportunity of her own.

One that means a lot to her.

And the hypothetical guy can't get his wife

to understand that he's not actually doing this to be selfish.

He's doing it for her.

Are there hypothetical kids involved? Yes.

Hypothetical college tuitions?

Yes, absolutely.

Oh, well, I gotta say

this one doesn't sound too complicated.

He's just gotta talk common sense to the woman.

(laughs)

Like, there are two opportunities:

whichever one's gonna bring more money into the family,

that's the one that has to prevail.

We're grown-ups, Joe. "Dream?"

That's a word that one of these kids would use.

What if his wife doesn't agree with his logic?

Well, first of all, she should.

She's a part of this family, too, right?

She should be capable of making a tough decision

that's for the greater good. That's right.

And I mean that's what this is really about, right?

The greater good?

He's got to do what's best for his family.

That's right. His whole family.

Yeah.

Thank you for picking me up.

I guess we have old-fashioned kids.

They just like the idea of having a dad.

That's funny.

So, listen, I need to talk to you.

I've made a decision.

I'm gonna go to business school.

I'm gonna go into my boss tomorrow,

I'm gonna thank him for thinking of me

and ask him to go ahead and make a call on my behalf.

I understand if you're upset.

I hate the fact that law school is not gonna work out right now,

but this is really the right decision.

This really is for the greater good.

It really is.

If you say so.

I guess I do.

I guess I say so.

All right, what do you say?

What, me?

Not much.

I mean, I don't have much to say,

not right now.

It's late, and I'm tired.

And my husband just called me out of the blue

to come pick him up from a bar.

Not to mention there's a 16-year-old girl who lives

around the corner from us who was just brutally murdered.

So while my husband's out drinking

and deciding the future of our family,

I am at home trying to calm down our daughters

so I can get them to finish their homework and go to bed.

So I'm sorry.

You know what, I'm gonna have to just get back to you

on why that, that might be the stupidest thing

that you've ever said to me!

And the greater good my ass!

(oven timer dings)

(doorbell rings)

(door opens)

Hi, there.

I saw the moving vans this morning,

so I figured we must have had

a new addition to the neighborhood.

Yeah.

I'm just getting settled in.

Oh, that's great.

We're so glad someone finally bought this place.

Um, I'm Susannah Collings.

I'm from down 157.

Hi. I'm Clark.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Clark.

I know you're busy moving in, so I won't keep you,

but I made you cake.

Just my way of saying, "Welcome to the neighborhood."

Wow. Thanks.

I wasn't sure if you unpacked your kitchen things yet,

so I brought you a little care package.

Some plates, some utensils.

Just drop them by when you're done.

Okay.

Nice to meet you, Clark.

I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

Bye.

(sighs)

ALLISON: Susannah gave Clark Kerwin that knife.

She gave it to him the day

that he moved in. She pretended she didn't know

who he was; she knew exactly who he was.

She even printed out his picture from the sex offender registry.

Wait a minute.

She wanted to make friends with a sex offender?

She wanted to set him up for her daughter's murder.

She wanted him to return that knife

with his fingerprints on it.

She knew if she did a good enough job setting him up,

we wouldn't even think to look for another suspect.

And you know what, she was right, we didn't.

The minute we found his prints on that knife,

the case was as good as closed.

But, Allison, Hayden Collings' body

was savaged with this knife.

And I just can't believe that a mother

could do that to her own daughter.

Okay, Hayden was not Susannah's daughter,

she was her stepdaughter.

I did some research this morning.

Hayden's real mother died of leukemia when she was five.

Her father married Susannah a few years later.

He died in a car accident 18 months ago.

He left his entire life savings to Hayden,

to be kept in a trust that matured

the day that she turned 18.

But in the event that Hayden predeceased her stepmother...

All of it goes to Susannah.

(phone ringing)

I'm in the middle of something.

All right, put him through.

Yes, sir.

No.

I see.

Thank you.

That was the precinct captain over at the Arroyo jail

where they were holding Clark Kerwin.

He hung himself in his jail cell less than 30 minutes ago.

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

JOE: Hey.

Hey.

You reading about our neighbor?

I just heard about it in the car.

He didn't kill this girl.

He didn't rape the other one either.

You did the best you could.

Maybe.

What's this?

That's my plan.

That's my financial plan.

That's how much tuition and how many classes I can take

if I use just my salary.

I submitted my application today.

You know,

maybe it's egomaniacal, but I can't help but think

maybe if I was actually a practicing attorney instead of

whatever it is I am, maybe Clark Kerwin would be alive.

Maybe his legacy would be a lot of young people

he'd educated instead of this.

I left you some tuna noodles in the refrigerator.

I'm going to bed. I'll see you in there.

Hey, you know what, if you're smart,

you'll keep your hands to yourself

the next couple days.

(chuckles)

Now, you know the details of your parole.

No contact with the victim.

No attempts to contact the victim,

even through a third party.

And you've got ten days

to inform the community of your presence.

Now, I'm required to be there when you put up the fliers,

so let me know when you want to do that.

Questions?

Yeah, I got questions.

Why you people forcing me to brand myself as a pariah?

I don't deserve this.

I didn't hurt anybody.

I didn't even touch anybody.

We've been over this, Dale.

You're a stalker.

You ignored repeated warnings to stop harassing

that woman you used to work with.

Then you trespassed on her property

and videotaped her through her bedroom window.

Now, every single one of those established facts is a crime.

Doesn't matter whether you touched anyone or not.

I've admitted I got carried away.

I've paid the price for it.

"Carried away"?

Dale, the police found, what,

250 hours of illegally obtained footage

on your computer when they arrested you.

That's not getting carried away.

That's a pattern of behavior.

(mutters): Carried away.

Let me know when you find work.

Don't hold your breath.

Who'd hire me?

(doorbell rings)

What?

You forgot to leave more forms for me to fill out?

Hi, neighbor.

I saw the moving van.

I wanted to stop by

and welcome you to our little neck of the woods.

So, you just met Dale Oleck.

Clark, what are you doing here?

Came to tell you a story about Dale.

Turns out, he moved into a housing development

on the other side of the highway about nine months ago.

Our favorite neighbor Susannah

went to welcome him, too.

Same idea.

Brought him a cake, gave him a knife.

Problem was, Dale never bothered to return the knife

once he was done with the cake.

Misanthropic perverts

can be wanting when it comes to manners.

Why are you telling me this?

You've probably gleaned Dale's got an obsessive personality.

Stalking that receptionist at his office that way.

You know, deep in his heart, he actually believed

she loved him.

Why are you telling me all of this?

Flash forward.

He does his time, he moved into a house couple of miles away.

And lo and behold, a nice lady stops by

and brings him a cake.

Pretty.

Friendly smile.

And a new obsession was born.

What are you saying?

Are you saying that Dale Oleck is stalking Susannah?

For months now.

He bought himself a new video camera,

figured how to sneak into her yard.

Records everything he can.

Matter of fact, he got some pretty interesting footage

the other night.

Susannah Collings covered in blood.

Her stepdaughter bleeding to death on the kitchen floor.

Oh, my God.

You talking to me?

No.

Well, would you like to talk?

I'd like to talk.

I think we have a few things

we should talk about.

Where you going?

I got to call my boss,

see if I can get a search warrant.

I think I figured a way to nail Susannah

for her stepdaughter's murder.

Oh.

Okay.

Don't worry.

It'll keep.

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