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I've just moved into the house across the street.

Lacey. Lacey Lemon.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Zachary.

Zach Wild.

It's nice to meet you.

Why don't you come on in? I just made some fresh lemonade.

I'd love to. Thank you.

I hope that you like Merlot.

It's organic, actually.

I picked it up at the farmer's market right down the street from here.

It's a beautiful neighborhood.

You'll be happy to know that my lemonade is also organic.

Lucky me.

See you.

For me. Little clinky.

A new neighbor.

To our new friendship.

No!

You been here for a while?

No, actually, m 'lady.

Much like you, I'm new to the area.

Just moved in.

I knew the previous owner of the house that you're staying in right now.

It's a shame what happened to her.

She's a nice woman.

It is a shame.

But you knew her?

Uh, well... I just helped her move some boxes into her place.

Police suspect that her husband was...

What is that?

No, you're wrong.

They arrested a man named Charles Altenburg.

I figured it was him.

You know, he's always been kind of a strange character.

Maybe like when they were children, just a little too much.

Hmm.

They arrested him last night.

Well, then they have to have evidence that it was him.

They found his DNA all over her face and neck.

Really?

The fiber particles in his trunk.

They found them wet between her toes.

I don't think he drove.

There's more.

His sweat dripped on her face.

Along with his semen.

His sweat and semen?

Delicious, isn't it?

The lemonade!

It's delicious!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

You didn't know any of the ladies?

No, I only knew Bree because I helped her move in boxes that one day.

I didn't know any of the others.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

What is the third degree?

Don't you find it strange that all three women who died all died in that same

house?

Are you a cop?

No, baby.

I know you killed those women.

I know you enjoyed it, too.

Trust me, my lady.

I didn't enjoy it.

My father is Eddie Lennon.

Eddie Lennon?

You could kill me if you'd like.

You wouldn't get away with it.

My father wouldn't just kill you.

He'd torture you.

He'd pull out your fingernails one by one.

It would take great pleasure doing it too.

And then you pump your heart with adrenaline until you give up

and give out and die.

How do I know that you're telling the truth?

Kill me and you'll be dead within 24 hours.

Or you can call my bluff.

What do you want from me?

I asked the question.

What did you mean when you said that you

were trying to get better?

Well... I don't intend to just have it.

I'm being serious.

When I fall in love with a woman, I don't just fall in love with her with my

mind and my body. I fall in love with her with my entire being.

And that love becomes as necessary as oxygen to survive.

And when she doesn't love you equally, you just kill her?

Yeah. No.

Sometimes, when I fall in love with someone, I black out.

I don't even remember following her when she was walking her dog, or dinner, or

putting my hands around her throat.

You don't believe me, do you?

You say you don't remember.

And I have no reason to believe that you lied to me.

But I do believe that you get off on the power.

No, I would say... You, a psychopath.

Possession is power.

And total possession is absolute power.

You sip the power like wine until you're drunk with it.

You're telling me your dick doesn't get hard seeing

her life drain from her eyes.

It takes a psychopath to know a psychopath.

You shouldn't call a psychopath a psychopath.

It's not very nice.

What if I told you that you could kill a person

without taking their life?

Killing a person?

Inside is much more fun.

Like a challenge.

A game.

If your Irish mobster father wants to kill me, or if you're planning on

me in,

then tell me why I shouldn't just bash your pretty little head in.

That's my head in?

That's cute.

In all seriousness, you need me.

You're sloppy.

You're gonna get caught.

As a matter of fact, I had to clean up your mess.

The police have already come by and talked to me. I've been cleared of the

suspect.

Only because I have... Mon ami et ai.

Good luck with your DNA challenges.

Melanie, how'd you get a payment?

How about a thank you, Miss Lennon?

Thank you, Melanie.

There is something.

That I want from you.

Finally.

I need a partner to look like my husband.

To help me play my games.

It'll mean that you are not to kill any women.

The killing will be done my way.

And in return, you can have your life and your freedom.

I feel like I could fall in love with you.

Do not

think that you can ever get

one up on me.

Eight.

Are you going to help me?

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

again.

Want me to live with you?

I do not repeat myself.

Enjoy your fruit basket.