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Wow.

Did you dress up for me?

Professor Peterson, the case.

Can you help us or not?

You know, you were pretty yesterday.

But today, it's undeniable.

You're just my type, too.

Stay back.

It's okay.

I have it under control.

You know, this was an interesting read.

Inspired some wistful dreams, too.

Do you think you can help?

Well, you're going to have to do something for me first.

You have nothing.

You're just wasting my time.

He keeps them in the basement.

Probably in an environment uncommon.

What makes you say that?

Like I said.

You're gonna have to do something for me first.

What? Probably not exactly what I want.

Maybe.

What is it?

Your underwear.

Hey, be respectful.

It's okay.

I was not expecting this kind of behavior from a man like you.

Oh, darling, I've lost a lot of things over the years.

The darkness affects my vision.

And the silence, it drives me crazy.

Crazy.

But most of all, it's the musty smell.

You forget the smell of everything.

The smell of a delicate rose.

The rain in the morning.

But most of all, I miss the smell of a...

Reba's being kept in a basement, probably in a state where she's not too

familiar.

She was picked up outside of Philly.

He's digging them over state lines.

Seems risky.

But not impossible, especially if he has a vehicle that's rarely stopped.

What makes you think that?

See, Professor Peterson, he took a look at the file and explained everything.

I knew you weren't smart enough to figure that shit out on your own.

Don't make that face.

It'll give you wrinkles.

You asked me to keep you updated, and that's exactly what I'm fucking doing.

I'll be right there.

Ooh, Clara.

Any update on the investigation?

No, not really.

Time is against us.

You're right.

He usually gets rid of his victims within a week.

Yeah. He keeps them all alive for only a day or two.

So what's the emergency?

This is the emergency, Clara.

You only have a few days left till he kills her.

Here's the thing, Clara.

If we're to become friends, we got to get to know each other a little better.

I'll help you and tell you everything that you need to know about him.

But you have to tell me some things I need to know about you.

Personal things.

Things that define you.

Yes?

Or no?

We don't have time for this.

You're right, Clara. We don't have time for this.

I mean, think of Reba.

She needs you.

Yes?

Or no?

Tell me your worst memory.

And don't lie, because I'll know.

My first year of college?

You went to Bishop College, right?

Yeah.

No.

Bishop was my second college.

First, I went to Mesa College.

And why did you leave Mesa College?

One day I just ran away.

I had enough of my studies.

I had enough of my fucking friends.

And, you know, I just was not in the right state of mind.

Hmm.

And what would make you leave everything you know?

Could it be a boyfriend?

A girlfriend?

Did someone break your heart?

You need to tell me everything, Clara.

I don't believe you.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend made me run away.

And what did he do to you?

Did he cheat on you?

Did he sodomize you?

No.

He was a good guy.

Oh.

That was for today, Professor.

What did you find out about Doc?

Are you familiar with Revenge porn, Clara?

Yes.

Of course you are, Clara.

Well, your first victim, Shelly Bluebacker.

Probably find her on the internet.

I think she could help you.

That's it?

I need more.

We're running out of time, Professor.

You're right, Clara. We are running out of time.

You better start searching the internet. You have a lot of explicit materials to

look through.

Someone found this online.

Looks like that girl went missing last year.

Do you know a girl named Sherry?

Who?

Sherry Bluebecker.

Do you know her?

No, I'm sorry.

Sharon Willis?

Vanessa Willis?

Naomi Vega?

Do you know any of them?

No.

We found your DNA in all of these girls.

So I suggest you start talking before things get much worse for you.

I mean...

Her.

I know her.

I met her at a bar, talked a little bit, had sex, and it didn't really go

anywhere.

What about her?

We have a video of you having sex with her.

Okay, look.

I know all those girls.

I took them out on a couple of dates.

We had sex, but I mean, online dating isn't a crime, so...

Online dating, no.

Murder and kidnapping?

Yeah, that's a crime.

I had nothing to do with any of that.

Where were you last Tuesday?

Okay, I was out with this girl Reba.

We went out on a date. You guys can call her. I mean, she can tell you where I

was.

See, that's going to be kind of hard because she's been missing.

Since last Tuesday night.

You lied.

Probably.

This is the killer.

Doubtful.

And who is it?

What was his name?

Who?

This boyfriend from Mr. College.

What was his name?

Later, Professor.

I will tell you everything you need to know, but after we find Ariba.

No, no, no, Clara.

We had a deal.

I give you a profile on your serial killer.

And you give me information on your personal life.

What was his name?

Ricky.

What happened with Ricky?

He... He accused me of cheating on him.

with his roommate.

And did you, Clara?

Did you cheat on him?

I have no memory of it.

But he caught me.

He caught you doing what, Clara?

One day, soccer practice ended early, so I just left the dorm.

He wasn't home.

I wish his roommate was.

He invited me in.

I just didn't know him very well.

Probably only met him one, maybe two times before that.

And then what happened, Claire?

He offered me a drink.

Maybe then two steps I started to feel dizzy.

Try to stand up.

I fell on him.

He kissed me.

I woke up.

I wasn't alone anymore.

Fuller and his friends were there.

They were naked.

Ricky was inside of me.

One person was in the corner filming everything.

What did you do?

Did you scream?

Did you run away?

You were right.

You do have the wrong sort of thing.

The man you're looking for is shy.

Keeps to himself.

Discreet.

He has little to no experience with women.

He blames them for his problems.

What makes you say that?

The girls, they're all the same in height and size.

Have the same physique.

It's a crime of opportunity.

The suspect is someone he knows well.

A friend.

A colleague.

Maybe even family.

But you know what's more than that?

He's punishing the suspect.

And punishing the girls for choosing Al over him.

I'm not entirely convinced about that theory.

But I suppose we can dig a little deeper.

Who was it? Clara.

Professor Peterson says we should look around his close circle.

Makes sense.

The kid doesn't seem to know what we're talking about.

And if he is the killer, he deserves a fucking Academy Award for that

performance.

I know.

We should interrogate him again.

See what he remembers.

Wait.

Let's give him some time.

You know?

Make him a little nervous.

See what he remembers then.

What do you suppose we do at the time?

I could think of a thing or two.

It's been a really long time and I've missed it.

You want me to suck your cock right now?

You said you were messing up.

Let me show you.

Blah, blah, blah.

at me lately

Look, look, look.

What did you find?

Even my pants.

Even my gun.

harder than that just like the old times

Yes. Yes.

you might feel like...

wash the desk either.

I don't need to fucking sweat for after.

oh my god

Why didn't you spin me out?

Oh my god.

Oh my god. I don't know what it is.

Oh shit.

This is my favorite sound. Just like that.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

You can do it again.

Oh my goodness.

Fuck.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

You're

making

my legs shake.

That's so good.

Oh, my God. Look at that.

Yes.

Oh, my God. Yes.

Oh, I just feel your cock pulsating.

I forgot what it tastes like. I think you need to

remind me.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Now I remember what it tastes like.

You should go grab dinner.

I'm thinking about hunger.

That was my pre -dessert.