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Someone once said,

"Whoever fights monsters...

should see to it that in the process

he does not become a monster."

Pull the trigger!

Pull it! Do it!

"And when you look long into an abyss,

the abyss also looks into you."

'Cause we're all inside of you, you fuck!

But the defining moments in our lives are never planned.

a waste of time and money.

Absolutely.

I believe that we will be able to use this knowledge

to provide treatment for these poor souls.

Department of Public Safety.

Vincent Dennison.

Vincent Dennison is a registered sex offender.

The sooner I can verify his address,

the sooner I can leave him alone.

Make sure you keep a firm grip on the reins.

Don't let him get control. Don't worry...

How your mood's been?

- Good. Yeah. - Taking your medication?

Have you used any aliases in the past six months?

No.

sexual pathology...

Do you understand...

so you do everything just right.

Beautiful.

what do you think about... you think about sexual thoughts?

Sexual thought.

- I don't know. - Come on.

Everyone had sexual thoughts.

- It's all right. - You ain't supposed to ask me that.

That's not on the questionnaire.

Come on.

sexual crime in the United States

has steadily increased since the 1940s,

and if we don't take measures, well...

No, no. He's controlling you now.

What do you think about when you masturbate?

About settling down with a nice girl?

Do you think about holding her down?

beginning to sound

like some our detractors, most of which are...

Sometimes I think I could've done better.

could've done better.

Are you looking for this, huh?

Yeah.

Good boy.

Good. Yeah.

- Bye, Harriet, I'll see you tomorrow. - See you.

In other news, police are investigating

the disappearance of Harriet Wells.

The 17-year-old is believed to have been abducted...

Detectives investigating the disappearance

of 17-year-old Harriet Wells

are focusing on three schoolmates

who may have been the last to see her.

Harriet's parents made a plea today for help in tracing

- their daughter's whereabouts. - Mrs. Wells, have you had any news

- about your da... - I just want our daughter to come home.

- Come home. - All news all the time.

We're going to go to some callers now.

- Caller, go ahead. - Yeah, I want to know

wh... what the police are doing about this.

If anything, it just seems kind of outrageous to me

that no one seems to be doing a thing about this.

motel down the street.

The standoff lasted for four hours.

But tonight, homicide investigators have arrived at the crime scene

even though the woman who was stabbed multiple times is still alive.

She is described by friends as a caring person with a big heart.

kick off real...

That's a new one.

A traveling salesman with nothing to sell a girl.

Thanks.

You live around here?

Yes, I do.

- A long time? - Forever.

Have you used any aliases in the last six months?

Freak.

Why are you doing this?

Please, don't.

My God!

I won't tell anyone, I promise.

Let me go.

Why are you doing this to me?

Shut the fuck up!

She starts today.

You'll be sharing a desk and a car.

Oh, good. Good, good, good.

Good. You know I got another month, right?

Three weeks, three days.

You can retire right this minute if you want to.

- You've earned it. - Hell, no. No, no, Bobby.

No, I... I haven't earned this.

18 workdays.

It's one day for each year I've worked here.

You want to meet her?

Uh, send in Allison, please.

Hi.

Uh, Allison Lowry.

Yeah this is Errol Babbage.

Mr. Babbage, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Yeah. No need to be so wonderful, you got the job.

- Apparently. - Errol...

would you excuse us for a moment, please?

Surely, yeah.

Okay. Good. Very good.

Usually, I'd ask a seasoned guy like Errol

to help you stay out of trouble.

- I understand. - In this situation,

things are the other way around.

He asked Harrison's desk...

Okay, I'll make sure...

during the operations on...

the registry...

Errol? Don't forget about Burgundy's tonight.

- What for? - Your retirement thing.

Okay. All right.

- Any questions, just ask. - Thank you.

He's got a lot of aliases.

You're not gonna learn anything from them,

except how to keep your job.

That's yours. This is your desk,

you can move that over if you want.

- You coming? - Oh, yeah.

- What do we want? - Justice!

- When do we want? - Now!

We have a young man who just moved here from out of state.

- What did he do? - Rape.

Second degree plea bargain.

I don't care what he did, I care what he's gonna do.

- What do we want? - Justice!

Janitors for justice. Excuse me, sir.

You know, these people are registered as a... as a courtesy to the public,

to the victims, to the people who testified against them.

I... also because... because of what they're capable of.

- Mm-hmm. - 'Cause of their potential.

Registering them is one thing,

but telling their future? That's...

that's something else.

We're fortune tellers.

I was misunderstood.

Males are more sexually aggressive by nature.

It's a way of passing on their genetic material.

Misunderstood.

His mother couldn't buy her off, that's what happened.

Like she did with all the others.

What's your name, honey?

Beatrice Bell.

Beatrice Bell? Oh, sweet.

So... so tell me, Beatrice Bell.

How often does Edmund here pass on his genetic material?

I don't know.

Does he ever pretend to hurt you...

strangle you?

I bet your body is covered in marks.

She'll take her clothes off and show you.

I'll tell her to.

May we see?

I want her to ask.

I don't think this is appropriate.

- Yeah, maybe you should wait outside. - No.

I want her to stay.

Stand up, sweetie.

Take your clothes off.

I so...

Um...

Okay. All right.

Thank you.

You can call me when you've had enough of this guy.

Help we get rid of him, okay?

Hey.

What's that?

Did you do this?

You guys finished with the survey?

- Did you do this? - By the way, I...

Hey! Did you do this?

You're a hitter, aren't you?

Likes the sound of knuckles on a woman's body.

Maybe she enjoys it.

Maybe I do too.

Okay, all right.

All right, Edmund. Okay.

I'm just coming... I'm here to welcome you to the state, so...

welcome.

I don't want to be misunderstood.

Call me.

Okay?

- Bye, Edmund. - Bye-bye.

Those questions weren't on the form.

Mr. Babbage.

They were invasive.

Touchers, feelers, flashers, peepers,

compulsive rapists, date rapists, fetishists,

exhibitionists, flatteurs, molesters of animals,

of retarded people, old people, dead people, statues.

You better tell me now if you're too squeamish for this job,

call your mother, have her come pick you up.

What are you circling?

I keep track of offenses that might have been committed

by one of my people.

If a pattern develops or something occurs to me

that could help the police, I pass it on.

Does it ever lead to anything?

An arrest?

So, what are you gonna do now?

I mean, when you retire.

I'm not retiring.

I'm being let go.

You could use a new look.

Get some of that hair out of your face.

I'll get the check.

High school students disappearance comes

into the midst of an ongoing controversy

about the growing number of registered sex offenders.

Viola.

Is Viola in?

Viola, I'd like you to meet my understudy,

- Allison Lowry. - Hi.

Hi.

Next registrant.

Unlawful imprisonment, attempted sexual battery, three counts.

Sit up, please.

Did two years, could've been much worse,

except for the plea bargain,

partner executed in August.

- So, attempted battery? - This way, please.

Murderer.

Murder, murder, murder.

Yep, they slowly mutilated these women

until they die, took over a week,

and then they cut off their feet, their legs,

their hands, their arms,

their tongues, their ears, and their hair.

Jesus!

Well, three separate incidents.

It's all over the news.

The one executed is Paul Jerrod.

Partner who rolled on him was his wife.

We're talking about Paul Jerrod's wife?

Well, she's using her maiden name now,

aren't you, Viola?

- Ow! - Sorry.

Are you all right? You okay?

You should be more careful, Viola, huh?

You can take care of the registration.

He enjoyed that.

So, um,

how long have you worked here?

A week longer than the last time I was asked that question.

Errol was here last week?

Viola.

What's wrong?

The way you're looking at me.

I was as much a victim as those women.

I'm not here to go over that.

What would you like to know?

You know, this isn't necessary.

Paul would try out behavior on me,

things he later did to those women.

He asked me to enter the house...

barefoot,

brush my hair in front of a mirror...

while he crept up behind me and grabbed me around my neck.

Then he'd drag me off to the bedroom,

where he'd smother me with a plastic bag.

The only reason...

I'm alive is because my death would affect him.

Usually, Mr. Babbage comes to my home

three, four times a month.

- What does he want? - The same questions,

over and over...

I'll make sure that he... he leaves you alone.

The way you're looking at me is...

better.

- Oh, you're lopsided. - Oh!

- You wanna... - Yeah.

I'll finish.

Thanks.

It's been over 24 hours since police confirmed

the disappearance of Harriet Wells, age 17,

reported missing from her parents' home in Paradise Hills.

She was last seen yesterday...

She said I saw her last week?

- Yes. - She said she was innocent?

saying "our daughter..."

Did she say she got off on what her husband did

to those ladies?

she would never do that.

I can't tell if you're just green or indifferent.

Is indifference the same as wishing you'd come up for air once in a while?

I have 18 days to teach you everything I can.

This isn't a registrant.

They had daughter disappeared

from her college campus six years ago.

And there're 100 victims

to every offender.

Don't tell them I got fired.

Errol's visits are difficult for me.

But Anne...

seems to find some comfort in them.

I'm grateful to him for that.

That's her, that's Abigail.

She's pretty

We don't know what happened.

Errol is the only one who promised we would one day.

That we'd know.

The only one.

These people don't just tell lies, they are lies.

In public they're decent,

socially responsible folk looking in the eye,

but never long enough to make you uncomfortable.

They shake your hand, patch on the back,

they'll never overdo it.

They're Christian if you are, they swear if you do,

and they do this because people like you

wrongly believe that public presentation

tells us all about private lives. Tells us nothing.

Hides everything.

And what about you, Mr. Babbage?

Tell me about your double life.

What do you think about?

I think about a girl who's dead

because I didn't look on a closet.

What was in the closet?

$3,000 worth of girl's clothing.

You asked what was in the closet, so I'm telling.

Here you go.

- Um... - Yeah.

And for you.

He liked the malls.

He asked teenage girls to try things on,

then he'd bring himself off in the dressing rooms.

Should've looked in his closet.

What happened?

Well, one day,

taking dresses home wasn't enough, so he took a girl home.

He hung himself afterwards.

It's all in those books.

That one's all about Paul and Viola Jerrod.

"Half a dozen missing girls might be buried at the site.

The coroner ultimately exhumed the remains of five victims

and parts of at least

eight additional unidentifiable corpses.

During the trial, in 1998,

evidence was presented that before graduating from high school,

Paul Jerrod was already believed

to have killed three young women.

- Since the death of her parents, when Viola was 16... - - My mother died

- when I was 16. - she'd been living alone."

I lived alone on the farm after that.

That's when I met Paul.

- My husband. - "On the witness stand,

Viola claimed to be just another victim."

I still see him.

I find him in every man I meet.

The only way I'd be rid of him and what he did to me...

is to die.

Jesus.

"Errol Babbage testified that more than

half a dozen missing girls might be buried at the site."

Oh, where did you get your scarf?

was having a sale, it was so awesome.

I'll have the nacho rapists.

The buffalo wing rapists.

The molesters of fried mozzarella.

I circled them all for you.

Here's to Errol.

Where is Errol, by the way?

Help. Help!

Oh!

Help him!

Welcome.

Welcome...

Don't worry about it.

Eggs on the counter.

You see who left tha... that newspaper?

- Did you see... - No, I didn't see anyone.

Thanks.

Three's up.

Did you put that down?

No.

Someone left this here, they left it for me.

How do you know somebody left it for you?

Look at it, it's circled,

it's folded just like me. Everything's the same.

No, don't... don't touch it.

This is the one I bought.

See that?

Right there on the menu. Would you like to try the eggs?

"'A 17 year old's disappearance

may be the result of an abduction, '

a Sheriff's Department said Thursday

after her riding boot was found by police dogs

at a railroad near the King Community College

Freshman Suburban Home."

-Is that... what's his name? Babbage? -Yep.

Department of Public Safety.

All right, come with me.

Can you wait here, please?

I appreciate... appreciate it.

- DPS. Officer in charge? - I know.

- Yes. - Can we talk for a second?

Babbage, we're on it.

There are over 40 registered sexual offenders...

- I know. - within two miles of here.

- I know. - Yeah.

- We're handling it. - I...

You can take off, okay?

Sure.

- What did they say? - They'll give me a medal.

- Really? - Yeah, it's on the mail.

Absolutely not.

specifically refers to child molesters.

We have a much greater success

with sexual predators or deviants.

Touchers, feelers, flashers...

peepers, impulsive rapists, date rapists, fetishists,

exhibitionist, flatteurs,

- molesters of animals... - 100 victims.

There are over 40...

- registered sexual offenders... - - I know.

He likes the sound of knuckles on a woman's body.

Maybe she enjoys it.

Maybe I do too.

Allison.

Well, thank you for coming in, Mr. Grooms.

You know Edmund?

Yes.

You know anything about what happened to him?

No.

You know, I got a phone call today from the very agitated sheriff's investigator.

It seems a girl has disappeared,

- and you were out of her house? - Errol thinks

one of the registrants may be involved.

Well, how did Errol come up with that one?

Someone circled an article in the newspaper

and left it for him to find.

Errol was a no show at his retirement party the other night.

I'm not sure I understand.

These guys here are all familiar with Errol's routines,

and his habits, like how he dissects the newspapers, for instance.

And there was talk at the party of getting back at him.

You think someone here circled the article?

Yeah. Could be.

But maybe not.

- Are you gonna tell him? - You're gonna tell him.

Oh, and this abduction thing...

has nothing to do with what you're being paid for.

We're not police officers, were public servants,

all right?

You know, Errol told me that he's not retiring,

that he's being fired.

You know that they have a support group?

The offenders, they meet once a week.

They made up a list of grievances against Errol.

The offenders are offended...

and they'll go away when he does.

Each of those are offenders.

Red ones, violent sexual acts

against teenage girls or young women.

Start with the registrants living closest to the missing girl.

It could take weeks to track down all these people.

- Maybe. - You know as well as I do

that there's an even chance Harriet Wells is a runaway.

Someone I know has her. Someone who knows me.

Someone on my registry.

I'm gonna call it a day.

Yeah, you do that, just call it a day.

Two months. That's how long you're gonna last.

But why should this job be any different than the others?

I'm not one of your registrants, Errol.

Just lay off the personal stuff.

Your mother said you spook easily.

- You talked to my mother? - Among others.

Said you change jobs at about the same rate you change man.

Does privacy mean anything to you, Errol?

You are a nosy person, my friend.

He didn't just leave that newspaper for me,

he left it for you too.

When we find Harriet's body in a month,

you'll be the one sitting at this desk, not me.

Police still have no leads in the case

of the missing 17-year-old Harriet Wells.

Detectives investigating say false tips

continue to complicate the investigation.

What about tha... that guy with the newspaper,

with the, uh, circling?

No, no, it wasn't me, no.

Not you either.

Okay. I was wrong.

All right, well, I'll see you at work tomorrow, Allison,

- get some rest. - Well, but hey,

since I have you on the phone...

um, what else can you tell me about Errol?

Well, he likes to circle newspapers.

I... I've noticed.

- No, Errol is a good guy. - Mm-hmm.

When he started he was great.

- Yeah. - It was this one case, that young girl named Abigail taken.

He got obsessed by the whole thing and,

well, he got us into some serious trouble that time.

He started carrying a gun around.

We don't carry guns. It's not part of our job.

We miss you, Harriet, please come home.

- Have a good night. - Okay.

right now...

Oh God.

What are you doing here, Errol?

Uh... I have to tell you something.

I have to tell, uh, that... that I have trouble trusting.

I have trouble trusting people.

Uh, even non-registrants.

And I apologize for being insensitive to your privacy,

even though a background check is entirely reasonable.

And you were right.

We gotta narrow down the list.

What are we looking for?

This is where they found her riding boot.

Did she meet a boy here?

A friend?

Was someone waiting for her here?

Someone would see.

Between 4:00, 4:30, you're the only engine on that track.

Yeah. Car was white.

Light color anyways, newest... shit, maybe even jap. Jesus.

So, I wonder why the cops didn't pick up on that?

But she was talking to somebody in the car, but hell,

looked like she was just trying to catch a ride.

Did you see him? Did you see the driver,

the guy she was talking to?

Uh, we didn't see anyone.

I was clearing the windshield.

But you got it wrong. She wasn't talking to the driver,

she was talking to someone in the passenger seat.

Daniel Balden, former CPA, husband, father, peeper,

rapist, drives a white golf.

Hold on.

Carlos Hugo Catalan.

Unlawful sexual intercourse by fraud or fear,

drives a white Jeep Cherokee.

- James Ray Ward. Solicitation of an individual

under the age of 18 to engage in sexual conduct.

Assault with intent to commit rape, second degree. A white Mazda.

How you doing, James? I'm gonna take this to your parole officer.

What do you got? What is that?

You want me to do that?

'Cause that's something I'm gonna have to do.

Glenn Custis.

Use of a minor in a sexual performance,

rape, second degree.

Aggravated sexual battery, tan Ford Ranchero.

Why don't you look down that way, I'll go this one?

I'm okay.

Yeah! Yeah.

- Do you like it? - Hey!

You want some of this?

Viola?

I'm looking for Glenn Custis.

Glenn. Glenn.

Come on, this guy is looking for you.

Glenn.

open.

Glenn... Glenn.

Don't make me wait.

Oh, baby, there you are.

Smile.

Fucking smile!

What's that, baby...

Oh, kind of game is that, baby?

You're my little baby? Mm?

Glenn, what are you doing?

I want you to stop.

I don't like that.

Stop it.

Oh my God!

You sick fuck!

Glenn Custis!

Stop it!

Stop!

Errol?

Are you Glenn Custis?

Answer me?

Let me out of here!

Let me go! Why are you doing this?

I... I'm with the Department of Public Safety.

Glenn! Let me go!

Get... get in... get in the car. Get in.

Wolf!

We need to talk. This way.

Don't you fucking move.

Hey, we've got a problem.

I just got a visit from Babbage.

Are you fucking this up?

I told you not to fuck

with this bitch, she's nothing but trouble.

I'll take care of Viola.

You take care of Babbage and don't fuck it up.

Stop!

I got friends in low places. Isn't that right, Louis?

- What are you doing here? - I just want to see

how the new job is shaping up.

Hear you do good work.

I don't handle the photo center.

The woman who does won't be back until...

Who do you think you're talking to?

I see your hobby is photography.

Boys and girls to play,

so I remember, and I do! And I do.

- Look at that. - I don't do that anymore.

He says he doesn't do that anymore. Should we believe him?

I don't know.

People get well.

Not my people.

She thinks she knows you, Louis, but she doesn't, does she?

- No. - No, no.

This room is the only reason

you took this shitty job. Tell her.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Jesus.

Do you think that's the missing girl?

Do you think that's Harriet?

Not unless she has two left feet.

At least three people here, probably more.

Do you think he did this? Did you cut these women?

I think he has a friend. A funeral parlor or a morgue.

He probably do the carving.

I... I don't get this.

He's probably peddling then.

There. See? It's a centerfold. Porno, honey.

This is all porno, just porno.

Don't tell me this isn't what you wanted all along.

- What is it? - I quit, Errol. I do.

No, that's not what I wanted.

I can't see their futures.

I have no interest in seeing their futures.

Have you thought...

have you wondered how you ended up in this job,

how you ended up being my replacement?

Because I saw your application.

I cashed in, I cashed every possible favor I could.

There wasn't much left.

I saw all the applications.

You chose me?

You have a juvenile record.

I bet you would run away, among other things.

When your mother finally kicked out your father,

he came back for good.

He didn't hit you, but your big brother,

he got it constantly.

Your mother wouldn't admit

whether or not he, you know I don't know.

I suspect that both of you...

walked on eggshells around that house,

church mice.

I needed someone...

who could see the human condition for what it is.

- Look, I want you to look at this. - No, I can't.

I want you to see this girl.

- Is that Harriet? - No, no, it's not.

It's staged.

All of them.

Didn't touch her face.

The real thing isn't so pretty.

Do you think Custis knows anything about Harriet Wells?

Tomorrow we can ask him.

Do you think we can find him?

One of our flock is gonna know where he is.

Can you make it home?

Yeah, sure.

Ma... maybe a cup of coffee.

Okay.

So, you're not seeing anyone?

I mean, anyone steady.

What did I tell you about the personal stuff?

Okay. Whatever.

You know, it's just that I, uh,

I didn't see a spare toothbrush, or a man's razor. So...

But I did see a large pea coat hanging there.

Shiny elbows and missing buttons.

Smoker. It's not exactly your style, I don't think, but...

I guess it suited your needs for the time.

Do you ever just have a normal conversation?

This is a normal conversation.

No, I mean, "Hey, hey, how are you?

Nice weather, huh? Hey, thanks for the drink."

You don't talk. You pump.

Errol?

Errol! Errol!

Get out of the way!

Get him!

Custis. Custis!

Oh my God, let me see that. Come here.

Fuck, fuck!

You really should go to a doctor, Errol.

You really need to have this check.

- Shit! - Yeah.

- I noticed... - Haines Ownby.

Four counts solicitation.

Underage individuals engaged in sexual performance.

What's he doing here?

This is his feeding ground.

You better take it easy on those pills.

♪ Take your guy... ♪

Doing some shopping, Ownby?

You know, there's a sale at Penney's.

Men's department. You may want to check that out yourself.

I'm looking for Glenn Custis.

She might know where he is. You know where I can find her?

You know, I don't do that type of thing.

- Violence turns my stomach. - Oh, I forgot, yeah.

Yeah.

Did you hear that I'm... I'm...

I'm being put out to pasture?

And now, if I don't find a certain missing someone...

we're going to lose

Errol Babbage as we know him.

He will emerge as a total stranger,

and then all of us will have to take our chances.

Yeah, you missed out...

Um, maybe I've seen her around and I could make a call.

Yeah. Yeah, thank you.

My name is Errol. All right, well, what's yours?

- Nadine. - Nadine. Nice name.

Right. I'm gonna ask you something. I work for the city.

There's so... I'm looking for someone,

this is kind of important to me. Is this you?

Is that you?

Did you...

Look, I want you to look at this, because I think maybe...

this is you. Is that you?

Is...

Fuck off.

And I think this is you. 'Cause it looks to me that that is you.

It's... it's okay. I'm...

Um, did Glenn Custis take these?

-All right, I... I'll catch you later. -Okay.

- If I tell you, Glenn will find out. - No.

No, no, I... I promise.

I don't know where to find him. But I can tell you how he found me.

Okay.

The lady that cuts my hair.

More to the point, one only has to examine...

What did you do, go shopping?

You stay away from here, do you hear me?

Yeah, I got a new tie. What do you think?

Did you know Custis and Viola Jerrod know each other?

Yes.

Did you know he's been hanging around her beauty salon?

for five years.

Of course he would hang around the salon.

He can watch the girls get their hair done,

their nails done, hands, feet.

Do you think one of those girls is Harriet Wells?

Viola?

Errol, look at this.

That's what's wrong with the registry.

We don't just alert the public, we alert

every degenerate in the country.

You think Custis found Viola on the registry?

They found each other.

She's running a fan club?

Custis hooks up with Viola

and mistakes her for a kindred spirit.

So Custis has the idea for this fan club set up.

And she... she tells him about the fan mail.

And she... she tells him about the fan mail.

Just look at this stuff.

"Dear Mrs. Jerrod, my heartfelt condolences

for your husband's senseless execution,

and I thought I could possibly

pay my respects in person."

It's all the same kind of stuff.

They find some girls and they take some photos.

That just turn Custis on.

So now he needs the real thing,

he forces Viola to help him abduct Harriet.

If I want to hit someone...

maybe she enjoys it.

Errol, we have to tell somebody.

Errol, we have to tell somebody...

Errol?

Errol?

This is a family restaurant, there are children present.

Maybe we're exhibitionists, maybe we like it that way.

Exhibitionists expose themselves,

usually to make an impression

with an otherwise unimpressive cock.

Now, what... what you are is an agoraphiliac.

You... you get turned on by having sex in public.

You need to shock strangers in order to boost your otherwise

deficient genital prowess, to beef up your beef.

So to speak, you make an impression.

Hey, get the fuck out of here!

Fucking pervert.

What the fuck is the problem, huh?

Don't you get it? Get the hell out of here!

You...

Get... get away...

handling this. Thank you.

Allison.

Yeah, just do it now.

You know, Errol says he can tell

when someone is offending or about to offend.

They get all hyped up, engrossed, detached.

They start drinking too much, stop grooming.

And look at him.

could be his own profile.

There's a direct connection

between at least one of our registrants

and that missing girl, Harriet Wells.

You got any names?

Yeah, Glenn Custis and maybe Viola Jerrod.

- They're both AWOL. - And Errol led you to this conclusion?

Yes, it was his investigation.

Harriet called her mother today from California.

- She called? - Mm-hmm. I mean, they're following up,

but she is now just a run away.

- Did you tell Errol? - Yep.

Well, it looks like he's cleared out his desk.

It's all yours. So why don't you start your job over

before you lose it?

You got two missing registrants,

begin with finding them.

So, that's it?

I mean, for Errol.

- Just like that. - Yeah, that.

And he's banned from the premises.

I mean, look at him.

Could be his own profile.

By kingdom come.

We'll beat them.

On earth, as it is in Heaven.

It's okay.

It's okay.

If I asked you, you think you could make a phone call?

You could say you're in California, alive and well?

- I don't know. - Could you make it sound convincing?

Put the gun down, Errol.

- Put it down! - Custis and Viola have Harriet Wells, and don't care

- what told her mo... - Get the fuck out of my house!

Get the fuck out!

I'm sorry.

Look... look at these. Now, we... we thought

that these were taken... all of these were taken in Viola's house.

They weren't, they were taken here!

- Look at this. Look at this. - Stop, Errol.

Look. You see that? It's the same... same bed.

- It's the same bed! - Stop it, Errol!

This is where it happened,

at the site of the original murders.

That's where it was. See? That's where they go.

This is where Viola... she lived here...

- I'm not listening to this. - right here in this house.

Her and Paul, they lived right there,

- and that's where they've taken... - I don't care.

I don't care!

- I don't care! - Harriet is here!

- Harriet... - Stop this!

You have to stop this!

Please, leave!

Get out. Get out!

Shit, Errol, what are you doing?

I don't know.

You have to let it go, Errol.

You have to let it go.

You've done your best.

That girl didn't come home.

Lots of girls don't come home.

A hundred a day.

Sometimes I think I could've done better.

Let it go.

Because sometimes I think...

Think about what?

I think what, Errol?

Sometimes I think about hurting them.

And when you say hurting, you mean killing?

Someone has to pay.

I have to take a trip.

The missing girl didn't come home. I'm gonna bring her home.

Are you coming?

You have to promise me something.

That this is your last trip.

Say it.

This is my last everything.

August weekly...

So, those two folks we visited.

The couple with the missing daughter?

Yeah. Yeah.

The girl disappeared around the time

Paul and Viola were doing whatever they were doing.

I was trying to get her to admit it, take me to where they buried her.

I'm gonna give those folks some peace.

I always suspected there were bones scattered all over these fields.

Hold on.

Jesus.

The girl is here.

- There's a flashlight in the car. - I'll go get it.

Oh my God.

Where is Harriet Wells?

Where is she? Is sh... is she in there?

Is she alive?

Shit. I'm gonna go call for help.

It's too late.

Where's Harriet Wells?

Where is she?

Tell me, motherfucker.

When you get back and you declare

Glenn Custis deceased, tell the registry.

Keep it posted for six months,

then dump it.

Please!

Let me go!

"Heartfelt condolences for your husband's senseless execution.

And I thought I was misunderstood."

Signed EG, Edmund Grooms. It was Grooms with Viola.

He forced her to live out his adolescent fantasies.

He probably paid Custis to help with Harriet.

I was as much a victim as those women.

Paul would drag me off to the bedroom,

where he'd smother me.

I was told to widen my eyes...

Harder!

He didn't kill me.

Harder!

He killed who I was.

killed who I was.

Fucking stubby fingers.

It's time, Edmund.

They could be anywhere.

We need help.

Viola Jerrod and Edmund Grooms have strayed.

And taken a girl and disappeared, just like that.

Not so easy without some kind of help.

Did you help them?

Oh my God!

- Hey, come back here. - Vincent!

No, you're not leaving.

Vincent, get back here!

Get your ass over here.

Fucking asshole. Shut up! Sit down!

It's gonna be messy.

This is gonna be very, very messy now.

- Come here, Louis. - Someone tell him!

Crawl. Put your hands up here.

- No, no, no. - You know where they are?

Stop! Stop, stop!

Stop firing! Stop! Stop, please. Stop!

I think... I think I know where they are. I know...

- I know where they are, man. - Where?

Edmund!

Come to me, you worm, come to me, come to me now.

On your knees.

Crawl! Bastard!

Fucking bastard, you fucking hear me?

Cut, cut, cut!

Cut!

It's okay, babe.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's good, baby, it's so good.

More!

- Which one is it? - I'm not sure.

I'm sorry, dear, you'r... you're gonna be so beautiful.

Shut your fucking mouth, I will cut your hair off.

No, please!

Let me go, let me go!

Now is the time. Call for help.

Get the big knife, get the big knife! Go on!

- It's Babbage! - What?

It's Babbage!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

No, please!

Put it down!

He killed Harriet.

Just put it down.

I was trying to help.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Hey!

She's not dead!

Get the fuck out!

You crazy fucking.

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop it!

- Is she okay? - Yeah!

Down, down!

You and I are going to the farm, Viola.

Give me the gun.

Up!

Show me where Abigail is.

You're enjoying this.

You're gonna return her to her parents?

Take me. I'll tell them how she died.

You pathetic fuck.

I always thought something could've happened between us.

Maybe I should've made the first move.

You thought about me?

So, pull the trigger.

Errol. Errol!

Pull the trigger.

It feels amazing.

Just be a fucking man, Errol!

You want to be inside me?

- Shut up! - You want to be inside me,

you want to be inside me, because we're all inside of you,

you fuck! Do it!

Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Shut up!

Fucking do it!

- You fucking man up! - You fucking man up.

Do it!

Do it!

- Fucking do it now! - I am nothing!

Shut up!

Shut your fucking mouth!

Shut... Should've...

Shut up!

Stand up. Stand up!

Errol!

You came all the way out here to save her?

Okay.

Harriet Wells is going to be okay.

Her parents will have questions.

You skip the rough bits.

- I will. - Errol!

There're more.

There're more buried here.

Let me show you.

Let me show you! Let me show you.

Someone once said,

"Whoever fights monsters

should see to it that in the process...

he does not become a monster.

And when you look long into an abyss,

the abyss also looks into you."

The defining moments in our lives are never planned.

This was my defining moment.

This was my resolution.

♪ What it was? ♪

♪ A simple kind of ordinary dream ♪

♪ But I look around me now ♪

♪ And everything is changed somehow ♪

♪ As it does ♪

♪ 'Cause nothing is as perfect as it seems ♪

♪ So many with bad intent ♪

♪ Prey on the inside ♪

♪ In darkness they inspired ♪

♪ Life driven by desire to possess ♪

♪ At all cost ♪

♪ Before whatever hope I had was lost ♪

♪ An angel I must abide ♪

♪ Wherever those demons hide ♪

♪ I search for resolution ♪

♪ It's all that I could hope to get ♪

♪ Must put the past behind me ♪

♪ Silently my last refrain ♪

♪ Like the eerie kind of quiet after the rain ♪

♪ Dropping out ♪

♪ The echoes in my head are filled with doubt ♪

♪ Are all of my feelings numb? ♪

♪ The devil have I become ♪

♪ Still I try ♪

♪ But emptiness is all I ever find ♪

♪ In shadows I walk alone ♪

♪ The struggle is all I've known ♪

♪ Search for a resolution ♪

♪ It's all that I could hope to gain ♪

♪ Must put the past behind me ♪

♪ So silently my last refrain ♪

♪ Like the eerie kind of quiet after the rain ♪

♪ Search for the remedies ♪

♪ And somewhere ♪

♪ I can lay the blame ♪

♪ Can't pull from memories ♪

♪ So desperately I had it made ♪

♪ From this eerie kind of quiet after the rain ♪