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Where's the body?

What the fuck?

What's wrong, Daddy?

Don't touch that.

Law enforcement and media outlets alike

have begun calling the killer--

The Huntsman.

Huntsman.

The Huntsman, as in the queen's hired assassin

in Snow White.

The alleged killer,

identified as 54-year-old Lincoln Raider,

stands accused of...

Raider.

How did you kill those girls?

How did you kill those girls? - Lincoln!

This is for my wife!

You're a dead man.

You took her from me.

Help!

I loved her!

I loved her!

On Halloween Eve, just after dark,

Ping Ping and Tao Tao returned home,

carried out a folding table, set it in the drive--

Damn! You startled me.

Sorry.

You must be Max.

I'm Corina.

Hi.

So why'd you request the rehab center?

Uh, no reason, really.

Well, I chose it, sweetie.

I love this place.

Less stress, work with patients that don't fight back.

Besides, I don't do too well with confrontations anyway.

You?

I got you.

Hold still! Hold still!

It doesn't really bother me.

It's kind you read to 'em.

Oh, yeah, I read to all the patients.

I heard that some of them react to outside stimuli.

You do know who he is, right?

They say he's the one that killed those girls in Antrim.

He gives me the heebie-jeebies just bein' in here with him now.

Do you need anything else before I have to--

- Max? - No.

Thank you.

All right then. You have a good night.

Let's just give the literature a break.

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

Hey, partner.

Looks like we got another one.

What do you mean? You sure?

Yeah, take a look.

Doesn't match.

What do you mean it doesn't match?

Those are defensive wounds, and I'd wager she still

has her heart.

What are you, the ME now?

Look, this can't be a coincidence.

Guess who's on the lease?

- Samuel Miller. - Samuel Miller,

the guy that we interviewed when the first victim was found.

And the last guy who saw Tina Benning and Lincoln Raider

the night she was murdered.

They all worked together.

His name's on the lease. He's our guy.

Still not right.

We're about 10 minutes away from the

media reopening some old wounds.

You remember what happened last time?

Grieving fathers aren't lynch mobs, Reynolds.

All right, vigilantes then.

Yeah, sorry my gut's not matching yours.

You know, I always loved the way you could shape a narrative.

Actually, maybe it's just your shape.

Doesn't matter.

Captain's got every K9 unit and officer with a badge

all looking for Sam Miller, so we'll have our answers soon.

I guess we will. Good.

Great.

Reynolds says you

don't think Lincoln Raider's our guy.

Yes, sir.

The problem isn't

with your logic, it's with your timin'.

I'm puttin' together a press conference

to get ahead of all this before it explodes

in another negative direction.

I need your support on this.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we're puttin' all focus into our key suspect

in the Huntsman case, Sam Miller.

- What? - J--

Jenn Littles' body was found less than 24 hours ago.

We don't have enough answers yet for that.

We don't even have the tox report.

Shouldn't we focus on the facts?

Facts?

Since Lincoln Raider's been in a coma,

no bodies have appeared with the Huntsman's MO.

Until yesterday.

Cell phone towers have pinged him in the radius

of each of our victims on the days

that they were reported missing,

and his search history has shown everything but their name.

Look, Sam Miller's still a killer.

Are we in agreement?

Are we in agreement?!

Yes, sir.

After eight long months, Antrim Police Department

has named a new suspect in the Huntsman murder case,

Samuel Jacob Miller.

White Male. 5'10, 190 lbs.

and approximately 38 years old.

The suspect is wanted on the murder of one Jennifer Littles.

If anyone has any information to the whereabouts

of Samuel Miller, please contact the Antrim Police Department.

Thank you.

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

Come back to me.

Hey, I love you.

Jolene.

Mrs. Raider.

We're not friends.

What are you doing here?

Just checkin' in on him.

Why?

You don't care about Lincoln.

You're the reason he's in here.

Well, Mrs. Raider, there's a price to pay for taking lives.

Well, there should be a price to be paid

for ruining innocent ones.

Are you a parent?

No.

No. Of course not.

Well, Lincoln is.

And he's got a lot of love to come home to.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Do you even remember your first kill?

That moment your blood caught fire

and you got that rush of power?

When you saw more life in them when they're dying

than when they were ever alive?

I do.

Hmm.

It's intense, pure.

Hmm.

Are you even listening to me?

Or am I wasting my fucking time?

It's time to wake up.

I know you're there.

I know it.

I know you're there.

So it's time to wake up.

Wake up!

Come on.

Come on.

Do it.

Wake up.

Wake up for me.

Am I dead?

No.

Who are you?

Um, I'm-- I'm a nurse.

Get 'em outta here.

Who?

All these people.

There's-- there's no one here.

I'm-- I'm just gonna get the doctor.

No. No.

Stay.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay.

Well, he's responsive, but he's still pretty out of it

and probably will be for the next day or two.

Okay, what time did he awake?

An ICU nurse found him awake this morning around 2:00 AM.

Which one?

Nurse Mason.

Who is it?

Who do you think it is?

Can I come in?

Yeah, you can come in.

You alone?

Ah, yeah.

- What is that? - What do you want?

Hmm?

I spoke to the hospital.

They said that you're looking after Lincoln Raider.

- That's my new job. - That's--

What the fuck are you doing, Max?

What the fuck are you doing?

- My job. - Your job?

- Yeah. - Six dead women!

You don't know who the fuck did it.

Great job. Way to go.

You look like shit, Max.

Are you eating?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You know I don't approve of what you're doing.

You don't approve of what I'm doing?

I don't give a fuck what you think, so...

When Mom was dying,

do you remember what I said to you?

Hmm?

I told you I will always be there for you.

I still am, Max.

I don't really believe anything you say anymore, Darby.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, partner.

Oh, I just thought you should know that, uh,

Jolene Raider is taking custody of Lincoln.

Discharging him from the hospital.

To where?

His home.

Mr. Raider, can you feel this?

Blink if you do.

Well done.

Good.

Um, Max, would you take his hand?

Squeeze Max's hand.

Go ahead. As hard as you can.

Good.

Hmm.

I'll draft his release paperwork.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Is it Max? Isn't it? Hi, I'm-- I'm Jolene.

I'm-- I'm Lincoln's wife. I'm-- I'm so grateful.

Thank you so much.

Of course.

Hey, sweetheart.

I think I'm gonna join you.

Yeah?

Hi.

Oh, babe.

Things are only gonna get better from here, okay?

Hmm.

Hey.

Guess who this is?

Who?

This is Rose.

She's your daughter.

I call her Rosie because her cheeks are so red.

You're a father.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. You're comin' home.

Protestors have been outside since early this morning

waiting for Lincoln and his family

to be released into the custody of local PD.

What the fuck?

Hey, sweetheart.

You ready to go home?

Let's go home.

Okay.

I trust the police isn't gonna fuck this up this time?

That's correct.

What do you want to say to the families of the missing girls?

What would you like to say to them?

Murderer!

Justice!

Hey, hey! Stay back! Stay back!

Out of the way!

Don't look at them.

Hey. You're home.

Okay, do not hesitate to call for anything, okay?

And don't field any questions 'til you run 'em through us.

Okay.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Welcome home, Mr. Raider.

Hey.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Oh.

There's someone I want you to meet.

- Police! Don't move! - Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Darby, it's me!

What are you doing here?

Will you lower your gun?

Start talking.

All right, look, the Bennings called.

They said they've been receiving cryptic packages,

so I thought I'd come check it out.

Will you please lower your gun?

What packages?

Let's go find out together.

Lincoln Raider isn't responsible for the murder of my daughter.

And you know this to be true how?

Myself and the families have received packages

from the real killer.

Wait, what do you mean, you--

You and the other victims' families?

Yes.

Why are you just reporting this now?

Eight months, you're empty-handed.

I don't trust you.

Okay, what's in these packages?

I won't have it in my house.

It's filthy and indecent.

Charles, this could've been sent by anyone,

any fanatic following the media.

No. It's him.

Sam Miller.

I know it.

He's taunting me.

We're lookin' for him, Mr. Benning.

We will get him.

Look, we'll need to collect this as evidence.

Also, get your fingerprints, too,

just to differentiate in case we find any others.

I'll talk to captain, coordinate gettin' the packages

from the other families.

Hmm.

I'd like to take another look at Tina's room.

From high rooftops, down to the sea,

♪ no one's as dear as baby to me. ♪

♪ Wee little hands, ♪

♪ now sound asleep, ♪

♪ till morning light. ♪

Please don't hurt me.

Hello.

Who is this?

Why am I here?

I wanted to say thank you and offer you a job.

Hmm.

Doin' what?

What you have been doing.

Taking care of Lincoln.

We need 24-hour assistance, room and board.

With competitive compensation.

Very.

What about home health?

They have staff that can provide that kinda support.

No. No.

I don't trust them, not after what I've been through.

I want you.

Why do you trust me?

Because you brought him back to me.

And he trusts you.

Lincoln does?

Who do you think asked for you?

It's beautiful here.

- It really is. - Hmm.

We love it.

- How long have you been here? - 20 years.

- Wow. - I know.

We met when we were kids, so I don't know, we love it.

We built it from the ground up.

We both came from nothin', so it's--

It's everything to us right now.

We want justice!

We want justice!

We want justice! We want justice!

Ignore them. They're a plague.

We want justice!

We want justice!

We want--

Who's that? Who's that?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, there's my Rosy, whoa.

Hi.

Come here, my little baby.

Oh, who's a sweet girl?

Oh, you sweet thing.

Max, this is Rose.

Hi.

Oh no. Aw, she likes you.

Welcome. I'm Ethel.

- I'm Max. Hey. - Hey.

Where's Linc?

They're inside. Come on in.

We're like family around here.

Mm-hmm.

Don, say hello to the company.

- Hey, Jo. - Hey.

Is this your new sidekick?

Yeah. This is the amazing Max.

He was with Linc in the hospital and he's gonna be helpin'

us out for a while.

How long you been a nurse?

Since I left the Army.

Oh. Gulf War Marine.

- Oh. - Where'd you serve?

Afghanistan.

The graveyard of empires.

Easy to march in, hard to march out.

Alexander the Great.

You know your history.

I know my literature.

Was it as violent as the news made it out to be?

A lot of people died.

Hey.

She's sleeping.

I-- I-- I don't want her.

- Not now. - Linc.

Okay.

It's time for her feeding.

- Hmm. - I'll warm up some milk.

Okay.

Great to meet you.

- And you. - Would you like a beer?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.

Lincoln, you ready?

Come on.

All right.

I got you. One leg here.

Yep.

I miss you guys so much.

I'll see you soon though. I love you.

What do you think?

The house is too quiet, Max. I hate it.

Your daughter's not keeping you up nights?

Yeah. Of course.

You know, I really thought that Lincoln would be more

taken with her,

but he doesn't want anything to do with her.

He was so desperate to be a father.

Well, he's gone through a lot.

I'm sure he'll come around.

Can I ask you something?

It's odd,

but I'm curious.

Sure. Yeah.

When can he have sex with me?

Uh, I suppose that's up to him.

Well, I don't wanna hurt him.

Okay. Then I think probably when he

can climb a flight of stairs.

Yeah, I think that's probably when he'll be ready.

Okay.

I don't wanna wake them up.

Just staring at him isn't gonna help.

All right.

I'm gonna be in the studio if you need anything.

Thanks for the talk, Max.

I love you.

...downstairs.

Wait, wait.

Hmm?

Here, let me get this for you.

You okay?

Yeah.

I got it. I got it.

Thank you.

If you're gonna do this, you need physical therapy.

Nobody's comin' to help me.

Hear them birds?

Max.

Who you looking for?

Fuck.

I was looking for you.

Oh.

Can't sleep?

No, I can't sleep.

Me either.

I don't much want to.

I'm being watched.

What do you think they want?

I don't really know.

Their lies have become truth.

My little night owl.

She's obsessed.

That's what I admire about her.

She loves you very much, you know that?

Well,

love is many things.

You know,

all I ever wanted was to give her a child.

But I can't even remember her bein' pregnant.

It'll come back.

Doc said it might not.

No, in time. It'll come back.

Time.

Do you know the last thing I remember

before the coma?

A gun pointed at me.

Then it's just dark.

Just dark.

I don't know if I'm alive or dead.

Just one long nightmare.

This is straight-up hell for me.

But you're at home with your family.

That can't be hell.

You got a lot to look forward to.

You need to get some sleep.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid to.

Saved--

saved by an angel.

It's okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

I almost didn't come tonight...

but when I start to consider that I won't return...

I just think about Daniel Addiman...

rottin' in some prison...

for protecting his family...

when the police couldn't.

And now another girl's dead.

I know now the reason I keep comin' back.

It's, uh, less about grief.

It's more about surviving,

for myself

and what family I have left.

Bless you, my son.

Sally, right?

- Hi. - Hi.

Do you know who I am?

I remember.

Great.

Sally, I need your help with something.

I need to know where to find Sam.

How would I know where Sam is?

You know, it took me a while to piece it all together

because you-- you take your dad's last name,

but your step-dad is Shane Miller.

Sam's your stepbrother.

Like, Jenn and Tina were your friends,

so I think this is an

opportunity for you to help them here.

She was just a junkie. She was trying to set him up.

- He said it was an accident. - Okay.

If Jenn Littles' death was self-defense, we can help him.

Sam is our only witness in the Huntsman case,

but right now the world thinks that it's him.

He does not want that.

That is a death sentence.

He is the only person who can prove us wrong.

You need to help us.

Help Sam.

I've got eyes in front, no clear view inside.

Are you in position?

Assault element is set.

Okay, wait. We move on my call.

Copy.

Samuel Miller?

I'm Detective Darby Albright from the Antrim Police

Department. I just wanna talk.

You don't wanna fuckin' talk to me!

You got an arsenal out there!

We're here in case anything goes wrong.

We just need to stay calm, and talk to me, okay?

If you wanna share your story, I'm here to listen,

understand what happened.

You don't wanna fuckin' hear my story.

You wanna kill me!

I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you.

Hey, Darby, this is a no-knock warrant.

I repeat, no-knock.

I don't-- I don't believe you.

Fuckin' trust you motherfuckers!

Please help me.

Please help me.

Please.

I know. I hear how hard this is for you.

I didn't mean to kill her!

Sam, what's goin' on in there?

It was an accident.

I know.

All right, you know what? Fuck it.

Let's move out.

I'm here to help you, okay?

If you could just come outside, we could figure this out.

I need help. Please! He's coming after me.

He's a fuckin' madman.

He fuckin' made me do it.

It was an accident.

I know.

It was an accident.

I know you didn't.

I'm coming in.

What the fuck? What the fuck did you do?

Accountability, remember?

Clear.

All right, let's get CSU in here.

Tear this place apart.

What?

No matter how you look at this, today was a win.

We gave the community answers.

Sam Miller is the Huntsman and you need to back this.

Yeah, and when you're wrong?

You know, you've been fightin' this one a long time.

Captain, I think she might need the night off.

You know, it's clear you two have given up on this case.

But don't fucking expect me to.

This evening, Antrim Police Detectives,

in conjunction with Special Victims Unit,

conducted a raid on the home of a known suspect,

Samuel Miller, in relation to the Antrim murders

of six female victims earlier this year.

All indications in the investigation

point to Samuel Miller as the main suspect.

As a result of the incursion, the suspect was killed.

I know that many of you may have questions, I'm sure,

but we are still piecing together elements

of the investigation that we're still working through.

Thank you.

Wait, what about Lincoln Raider?

What evidence links Sam Miller to the girls who were murdered?

Does he have an alibi

to provide him whereabouts?

Care to comment?

Detective Reynolds

Lincoln, what are you doin' here?

I told you I don't sleep.

My wheels just keep spinnin'.

That's okay.

I spent so much time in the darkness,

I feel at home out here.

They're never gonna stop comin', are they?

See?

World ain't gonna just forget what happened.

I guess that's my legacy.

That's my legacy for Rosy.

Well, one day,

one day,

I'll explain it to her so she can understand it.

So she can know the truth.

What about you, Max?

You see the truth yet?

You have a beautiful daughter, Mr. Raider.

She's really gonna break hearts one day.

How old is she?

Oh, a month, I think.

Well, be sure to keep up with those exercises I showed you.

- I'll make sure he does. - Yes, ma'am.

It was nice meeting you ladies. Thank you for coming out.

- You doin' okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. Mm-hmm.

That's really Lincoln's daughter?

- Yeah. - Okay.

What?

I just think Jolene is a little old to have a baby.

- Let me know if you need anything. - Yeah.

Let's do two more.

Good.

I'll take that.

Gentle.

Same time next week?

Have a good night.

Oh, wait.

Someone left this for you.

Did you see who left it?

No. It was delivered.

Okay. Have a good one.

Bye.

Hey, Lincoln?

Jolene?

What you doing, Max?

Sorry, I-- I wasn't tryin' to snoop.

Was looking for Lincoln, he's not in his bed.

He's probably down with the Martins.

It's the middle of the night.

No rest for the wicked.

Hmm.

Are sure that you weren't curious about me?

What do you mean?

About my work.

What'd you think I meant?

Must be exciting

to make this.

Gotta lose-- use a lot of passion and discipline.

You're cute.

Yeah, it's, um,

deceptively simple.

I sketch, sculpt, mold, and fill.

Still curious?

I am.

Okay.

I do a rough sketch,

and then-- and then I sculpt.

And that's probably the most labor-intensive part.

It's also-- it's also where I got lost.

You know?

I forget to eat.

Lincoln, um, used to bring me food and sleep on the couch.

I think so he could be near, but still let me do my thing.

And then, I make a rubber mold.

Then Barty and I muscle it in here.

- In here? - Yeah.

What's in here?

The goop.

The goop?

Cement, water, and glass fiber

- reinforced polyester resin. - Mm.

Are you taking notes? 'Cause there's a test.

Mm-hmm.

So--

Which one?

Which one is your favorite?

Oh.

Do you wanna meet her?

I do.

Okay.

Hmm.

She's been my muse for a while now.

She's powerful, and feminine,

and-- and probably a goddess.

Do you wanna touch her?

Sure.

Okay.

Max,

art is meant to be touched.

There's life in there. Can you feel it?

It's extraordinary.

I sometimes feel like they just come to life

right under my hands.

- You know? - Hmm.

What do you think?

She's amazing.

Yeah, she is.

You should go find Lincoln before she turns your head.

Hey, Lincoln.

You sure you should be out here on your own?

Well, the night's my time.

Where you been?

Nowhere.

I heard your truck pull up.

I was huntin'.

Look, got a couple of beauties.

Huh.

You hungry?

I'll build a fire.

Back in the day,

the heart was reserved for the man who made the kill,

honor the dead.

You wanna try it?

It's not so bad.

Oh.

Mm. Okay.

That's chewy.

My father used to drag me along on hunting trips

all the time when I was a kid.

You ever hunt before?

Not since my time in the army.

I was just

tired of being cooped up in the house, so I

thought we'd rough it tonight.

You still can't sleep?

Hell no.

Nightmares are way too real.

My subconscious is still tryin' to reconstruct the man I used

to be.

You know what keeps me up?

I keep thinkin' about that little girl.

What kind of legacy am--

am I supposed to leave for her?

Come on, buddy.

I know you're watching me!

Let me out!

I know you're watching me.

I'm not drinking it!

I'm not drinking it!

Be right back.

Hello?

Hey, take off the fuckin' hood.

Now!

You have it?

Relax.

Get the fuck out of here.

What the fuck?

Yeah, this is Detective Reynolds, Antrim PD.

Uh, I need a background check on a Maxwell Mason, goes by Max.

Yeah, employment history, property ownership info,

everything.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

No, actually, just, uh, email to me only.

Thanks.

Who are you?

Hey.

How'd you sleep?

Fine.

- You want some breakfast? - Mm-mm.

I'm famished.

Forgot how much I enjoy the simple pleasures in life,

like an appetite.

You all right?

You don't seem so good.

I'm fine.

What do you want?

I can't figure you out.

Well, that makes two of us.

You're working for the Raiders now?

Max, what the fuck are you thinking?

You start without me?

Maxwell Mason.

You know, I did my research on you.

Your wife was a mortgage processor, ran planned urban

development in Antrim.

You both own the condo that you previously lived at.

And she went missing eight months ago.

- Is that a question? - No, it's not a question.

You know, I do have a question though.

How do you know Lincoln Raider?

He was a coma patient I was placed with.

Bullshit.

I have a contract here between the PUD

and Antrim landscaping experts.

Lincoln worked the property that you lived at.

He knew your wife.

So what?

So she goes missing and then eight months later,

you request a transfer to this city, specifically

Lincoln's rehab facility where you look after him.

- Max, if you could just-- - Hey, shut up!

You're not supposed to even be here.

Answer the question.

Uh, I needed a job.

You needed a job.

Is that also why you took the job to personally look

after him at his home?

You see what this looks like, right?

Obsession? Trust?

Maybe you're framin' him.

Lincoln also knew all the other victims.

We actually have multiple witnesses that can corroborate

that, but we can never link Lincoln Raider

to any of the murders with any hard evidence.

I think I'm actually starting to see why now.

I bet you're wondering how I got this.

Now, you put a lot of time and energy into that, Max.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you looked up to Lincoln

like a mentor.

Or maybe you're just his pathetic little protégé.

There he is.

Suddenly I'm feelin' inspired.

How do you go about choosing your next victim whenever you

get the itch?

Was there a characteristic in particular that caught your eye?

A specific body type maybe?

Did you research them?

Chart their routine?

And what'd you do with their bodies

when you are finished with them?

I'll tell you how I do it.

Would you like to hear that, Lincoln?

That was me fucking with him.

- Mm. - Do your research.

Just casual conversation then?

Coma patients, they can, um,

draw on memories, remember things.

So, that's what that is.

Yeah, just casual conversation?

- Yeah. - Yeah, so he wouldn't forget.

Or so maybe you'd have an audience.

Were you also fucking with Ava when you murdered her?

Because we found her body this morning.

Ava's dead?

Yeah, she was murdered, Max.

Same MO as the Huntsman.

Read me my rights or let me fucking go.

Read him his rights.

Max.

You probably shouldn't talk to her right now.

I know.

Just so you know, we're gettin' Ava's

phone records, GPS info, everything.

Your brother is not who you think he is.

No.

No.

Fuck!

Cheeks.

Just sleeping.

Where is he?

What?

Where is he? Do you know what happened?

- No. - She's dead.

- Who? - Ava's fucking dead!

And they think I did it!

Why would they think you did it?

Have a seat, son. You don't look so good.

He's just tired.

Where is he?

- Max. - Where the fuck is Lincoln?

Shh, shh, shh. Max.

Down by the river.

By the river.

Max?

It's okay. Let him go.

What'd he mean they think it's him?

Lincoln!

Where the fuck are you?

Lincoln!

Where the fuck--

Where were you last night?

Where?

I was out here

No, you're lying.

Max.

You're lying! Don't fucking lie to me!

Well, it looks like you got your mind made up about somethin'.

Why don't you just ask me what you come here to ask?

Did you kill Ava?

- Huh? - Max.

Hey, did you kill those girls?

Hmm?

You know, the police, those reporters,

when they look at me

all they see is a tree that they wanna chop down.

And they're using sledgehammers.

It's ugly, it's cruel, it's hurtful.

Jolene said they took you in, too.

They corrupt your mind?

They poison you, too?

Or did you do that to yourself?

Hey.

Try to wait for Nichols, yeah?

I just keep telling the truth.

- Bye, sweetheart. - Okay, let's go.

Max, those idiots are releasing Lincoln.

I'm gonna go pick him up.

Are you takin' Rosy?

No, I'm gonna take her to the Martins.

No, I'll-- I'll take her.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'll watch her.

- Are you sure? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Here you go.

Okay. Oh, I got her.

All right.

This has everything she'll need,

but I should be back really quickly.

Keys.

Thank you, Max.

Okay.

Come on.

I got you.

What do you want?

What the fuck was that recording about?

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Well, congratulations.

You just incriminated yourself in this investigation.

No, you incriminated me when you handed over that MP3 file.

What?

The-- the device.

The one you took from Lincoln and gave

to your fucking partner.

What? No.

Reynolds said Jolene Raider gave it to him.

I gotta go.

Max, wait for me. Wait--

Why?

You know why.

Love. Back up.

Back up!

Well, here we are.

Just the, uh, the three of us.

Mm.

I'm curious, Max,

when you look into Rosy's eyes,

who do you see?

I'm gonna fuckin' end you.

Yeah.

You know, I made a mistake.

I did.

I thought that a baby would bring Lincoln closer to me,

but he doesn't care about her,

and I have Lincoln back.

And honestly, I really think

I wasn't actually meant to be a mother.

Take me to her.

Mm, no. Not yet.

Right fuckin' now!

Right fuckin' now!

Oh my God.

Oh, Max, that was great.

No.

Tell me where she is.

- No. - Please.

Please, please, please. Take me to--

Jolene.

You have no power here.

This is not a game.

But, Max, that's all it is.

Oh.

Beautiful.

Hey.

I'm here.

I got you.

How is she?

She's suffering from hypothermia and hypoxia.

We need to get her to the hospital.

Okay. Go be with Rae.

Go be with your wife.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're safe.

I love you.

What the fuck is that?

Jesus, I think it's Sara Addiman.

Rae?

I'm Lincoln.

I'm Max's friend.

He said it's your favorite.

But, uh...