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So he's some kind of detective?

- Sergeant Carson. - Detective Rapp.

That's a firm grip.

Henry Park. Last seen that night by the roommate.

Logan?

- You're Henry's roommate? - Yeah.

- Who's Pam? - Pam Russell.

They broke up last week at Sandeson's.

You're gonna ask everyone who hates their ex?

This case is a waste of my time.

Watch it!

What do you think it's doing out here?

I'm Katherine.

- What excites you? - Bones.

What was that?

- What the fuck! - Put it out, put it out!

You come in the night for a spell or a curse.

You come to the witch with your bargains and pleas.

You come and you take again and again…

and again.

Yet you offer me nothing,

not even a thank-you,

always forgetting the most important thing…

…magic is fucking hard.

What happened? Where's Rapp?

He left pretty early.

We had a brutal night.

This is from a rooster. Someone nailed it to the door.

Someone's idea of a fucked-up joke.

Hey. You're early!

I said eight.

- Rough night? - What? No.

Oh, you're talking about the… Let me take a quick shower.

Keep up the good work, Angel.

Something bit me last night. I hope it's not fucking bed bugs.

Don't scratch it. You'll make it worse.

Hey, guess what, I got a text last night.

- Yeah? Did it say "U Up"? - From Henry Park.

So not missing? Wait, you're friends?

- Yeah, I told you we're friendly. - No, you didn't say that…

Anyway, obviously, he's not texting me,

so that means someone else has his phone, which means he is missing,

and somebody wants me to stop looking.

Or maybe he just doesn't want to be found.

- Why wouldn't he text? - He'd call and tell me to fuck off.

And what about the rooster?

Yeah, I don't know.

- Why didn't you text me last night? - What?

I mean, would you have even told me? About the dead rooster?

Because if we're gonna be working together, you need to be honest with me!

Okay, okay.

I am friends with Henry Park.

Thank you! Anything else?

Also, the rooster was on fire.

Babe! You forgot your key!

- Thank you! - Don't worry, I'll make the bed!

- She'll make the bed for you. - She's 22.

- Nobody asked. - I got ID.

How romantic.

So what, does everybody in town work at the Parks' fish factory?

Yeah, one way or another and it's a seafood processing facility.

Did you know that the Parks actually met here, in Whittock?

Of course. Lonely billionaire, here on fish business,

meets local waitress, sweeps her off her feet.

The stuff of fish-fairy smut.

We'll let you know as soon as possible.

Thanks.

Okay, I just put a trace on Henry's phone.

We'll be able to see where it pinged from.

I bet you 50 bucks it won't be in Whittock.

Careful. You're gonna owe me a hundred from last time.

This place is a classic, huh?

- Hey! - Hey!

Hey, sorry she's not wearing hers.

You know, I told her that the arts were in trouble,

but she's got a… a very cold heart.

- I'll have the eggs. - Sure.

You should get them too, they're famous… farm-fresh!

Famous, huh? Do you guys have, like, a tofu scramble?

I'm a vegan…

Of course you fucking are.

- Sorry. Didn't mean to swear. - Oh, it's fine. I've heard "fuck" before.

I'm vegetarian!

- No way. - Yeah.

My mom won't let me go vegan, but I just love animals too much to eat them.

Me too! Let's go!

- I'll just have a garden salad. - For breakfast?

Yeah, you know, I'm dangerous, I don't play by the breakfast rules.

- Lily, will you call your mom over? - Sure.

And you should really wear the bracelet he got you.

It was fucking expensive.

Cool kid.

Don't let Geena catch you flirting with her.

Flirting? She's a child!

This one time, a drunk guy grabbed Lily's ass,

Geena stabbed him right in the eye.

- In the eye? - Yeah…

With a pair of metal tongs or so they say.

The famous Geena Sandeson!

Famous? For my metal tongs?

For your eggs! Farm-fresh, right?

What happened to your wrist?

Officers, I would love to stay and chit chat…

Oh, he's not an officer.

We just had a couple of questions for you about Henry Park.

That guy, missing guy?

He's a regular, right?

Yeah. Yeah. He loves the place. He loves my food.

He often hires me to cater his whacko-themed parties.

I'm doing the one tonight.

- A party? - Logan never mentioned a party.

Yeah, "Dark Solstice". "Masks mandatory." Jesus. Idiots!

He's having a party even though he's missing?

Well, he pays an advance. I really don't care where he is.

Henry and Logan Casey were here Thursday the 21st with Pam Russell?

Yup. After her shift.

- Pam works here? - Yeah, she does, part-time.

I gave her a few days off because of the fight.

The break-up?

No, because she punched him, right in the mouth.

She's got a hell of a left hook.

She knocked his fuckin' tooth out.

Okay, so Pam leaves. Then what? What about the boys?

- They were here for a couple of hours. - Doing what?

Drinkin' a lot of coffee, and… acting weird.

Weird how? Like drunk or…

No. Woozy.

They were arguing on and off.

Logan left. I think Henry was here until… ten.

I'm telling you, the kid was so messed up, he left his phone on the table.

I had to go after him, and I just caught him

before he jumped into a fancy black car.

I don't suppose you got the plates for the black car?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I just had a feeling it was going to be really important later.

Okay, well, thank you for your help, Geena.

Okay, I'm gonna add that to the bill. You done?

Here you go.

Thank you. Uh, there's a…

Oh, it's just a blood spot, you can still eat it.

Yeah, man up, Carson.

Bet you wish you got a salad, right?

- When, Billy? - On the 18th.

- Okay. - Talk later.

Yeah. Thanks.

So Henry did take the ferry to the mainland,

but not on the 21st… a few days earlier.

Billy showed them one of your posters, they remembered him.

Fuck yeah. Posters for the win.

Said he bought a return ticket in cash,

was back on the last ferry that night, Monday,

same day Henry took out $15,000 from the joint account.

Maybe to make a big purchase on the mainland… drugs?

- I mean, that's a lot of drugs. - Could be dealing for fun.

Yeah, more likely, it's a gift.

Henry's like his dad, loves giving gifts, especially to the ladies.

He's very old-school like that.

I love that giving gifts is "old-school" to you.

But Henry and Pam were still dating then.

Don't you think she would have mentioned something like that?

Maybe it wasn't for her.

I mean, she did say he was cheating on her with a bunch of different girls.

Yeah, the maid, girls at parties.

Yeah, and a professor called the…

"Boner Beast!"

How about just any teacher who teaches a class

that Pam Russell, Henry Park and Logan Casey are all in?

- And you want just female teachers? - Yes, please.

What about the homosexual females?

Absolutely, yes.

Oh, there's one.

She teaches biology, anthropology and osteological studies.

Miss Russell and Mr. Park were in her class last semester.

She's not homosexual though, I don't think.

We're not allowed to ask.

Okay. Any idea why kids would call her "Boner Beast"?

Well, she's just starting a lecture across the hall.

You can see for yourselves.

- Sounds fun. Thank you. - Thank you so much.

Nature teaches us that the best way to kill something

is to be invisible,

to blend into your surroundings.

To disguise yourself

as something that your prey simply cannot see.

Nice to see you, Detective.

Quiet.

Let's take the crab spider and its primary prey, the turtle ant.

When the spider does manage to kill the ant,

it doesn't eat it…

not yet.

It holds the ant's corpse

in such a manner that it appears to the ant onlookers

that their fellow ant's head is now the head of the spider.

In short, it wears the ant like a hat.

And it works.

Imagine if a human killer could do that.

Wear the head of his kill to blend in.

Well, underneath…

the crab spiders of the world, the invisible monsters,

are biding their time,

looking at all the stupid, little ants, thinking…

now this…

this is going to hurt.

Please don't touch that.

I should have asked him for a tea.

I can't drink coffee this late in the day anymore.

- How do you do it? - Well, I'm younger than you, so.

Okay, I got a black with sweetener

for the lady with diabetes in her family,

and I got a cream and sugar for the lady who knows her bugs…

- No. I just asked for milk. - I'm sorry.

It's okay. Let's just get on with this.

Shit, actually, this one is yours.

I only took the tiniest sip out of that. I swear, I don't have cooties.

- You said he's your partner? - No, I'm with Whittock PD.

- He's not my partner. - But you're together?

We work together.

This is a very cool skeleton thingy.

- How old are you, Mr. Rapp? - Detective Rapp.

Please call me Detective Rapp.

I did not go to detective school to be Mr. Rapp.

Thank you. Well, how old are you?

- 50. - You don't look a day over 45.

Well, thank you. I looked great at 45.

Well, you look great now.

Are you interrogating me, Detective?

No, I just have a few questions about a student of yours.

Are you single?

And this is relevant for your investigation?

No.

I'm sorry, did you want some harder-hitting questions?

- Oh, absolutely. - Then how old are you really?

- 60. - Don't look a day over 50.

- Stance on abortion? - Very pro.

- Medically assisted suicide? - It depends.

- Ethiopian? - Food? Love it.

Are we going to keep sparring like this

or are you going to ask me some real questions?

Sparring, I like that. Why, aren't you having fun?

- You know, you're affable enough. - That's not a real word.

"Affable"? It is.

- You're fucking with me. - I wouldn't.

- But you're flirting with me, right? - Dr. Hargrove, do you know Henry Park?

- I know him, yes. - How well?

Like very well? Not well at all? Biblically?

I know him as a student, he was in my class last semester,

and I know that he's missing. I saw a poster somewhere.

A poster.

He didn't interview you for his podcast?

Yeah, he… he did.

Sorry, you're talking to me because I was on his podcast?

Well, no. See…

Pam Russell, Henry's ex-girlfriend,

she told us you had a funny, little nickname… what was it, Carson?

- "Boner Beast". - Yeah.

- "Bone Beast." Because I'm tough. - Right.

And I teach about bones.

- And animals. - And sex?

I don't teach sex, I write about it,

and lots of professors have nicknames, it's just a joke.

I don't get it.

Pam also seemed to be hinting that you and Henry…

Okay, so you have a podcast, you have a nickname,

and you have some hint from Pam.

- What are you suggesting? - No, that would be crazy, right?

Because you're so much older than he is.

He's a student.

Yeah, but not your student, not anymore. That was last semester.

I'm not saying you're some kind of predator.

I mean, technically, you are,

but because you're a woman, it's way less creepy…

even though he's, like, so much younger than you.

What is he, 19? 20?

- Rapp. - 22.

But I think you know that, Detective.

Pam said Henry was obsessed with you.

Well, if he was, that's not my problem.

Yeah, maybe Pam's jealous.

Sorry the boy is missing, and I sincerely hope you find him,

but Pam hates me.

I almost failed her last semester, and she could be dramatic.

- And violent lately, I've heard. - Heard from who?

Whom, heard from whom,

and if you're worried about Henry,

I'd suggest you look at Pam, or Logan Casey.

The three of them… they're always attached at the hip.

And maybe check your sources

before you go around making accusations about people

that could affect their livelihoods.

You're right. I was out of line. I'm very sorry.

And Henry… he's not my type.

- What's your type? - Rapp.

Yeah, I have one more question for you…

where were you the night of the 21st?

And what kind of car do you drive? That was two questions.

21st…

I was having dinner with my mother,

and you can corroborate that with her.

And I drive a bicycle.

- Do I need my lawyer, Detective? - Not if you wear a helmet.

No, that's not necessary. Come on, Rapp, we're going.

- Okay. - Thank you for your time, Dr. Hargrove.

I can't believe you wrote two books. I can barely read.

Well, take it for practice. I signed it.

- My card. - I won't have anything more to add.

Just in case you want to get Ethiopian some time.

Why are you always so mad at me?

I'm not mad. That was just unprofessional.

- What are you talking about? - Everything. All of it.

The flirting, the accusations of sex with a student,

and what's that thing with the coffee?

Where you mess up people's orders on purpose or whatever. Why do you do that?

You noticed that, huh? It's kind of a tactic of mine.

P.I. tactic?

When you give a somebody something they don't want,

you get to see what kind of a person they are.

There's three kinds of people, right…

there's the kind that don't drink it,

there's the kind that make you get them a new one,

and there's the kind that drink it because they don't want you to feel bad.

- That's stupid. - Well, don't knock it.

Okay, what does it tell you about Mrs. Robinson?

I don't know who that is.

- It's from a movie. - Called "Mrs. Robinson"?

Oh, my God.

See, now you're mad because I don't know a movie.

- You need to breathe, boss. - Boss is so patronizing.

It's not meant to be.

I'm trying to empower you. Gotta let you know you're in charge.

Trust me, this is all gonna work out in our favour.

She's about to become obsessed with me.

Look at that, she's watching me leave.

Jesus Christ.

- This is Carson. - Hey, Carson.

Yeah. It's Billy.

- I just sent the coordinates. - Great. Yeah. Thank you.

Henry's phone pinged from around here.

That's near the Parks' house.

Think he's still there? Hiding, waiting.

It's possible. Either way, looks like we're going to a party.

- Take your shirt off. - What?

Your uniform. You can't wear that to a university party.

It kinda screams, "I'm law enforcement," don't you think?

- Here, you can wear my undershirt. - No, I'll just go home and change.

We're already here. Unless you wanna be responsible

for whatever trouble I get up to at a kinky university party.

- It probably reeks. - It does not.

I'll turn around. No peeking, I promise.

I saw that.

Shut up.

Carson.

You want swan or skunk? Actually, never mind, I want the skunk.

Loosen up a bit, Carson, it's a party!

I am loose.

Yeah, you seem real loose.

- Keep your eyes peeled for Henry. - What do you think I'm doing?

- I'm going this way. - Okay.

You good?

All right.

Hi, babe.

It's me, Angel.

Hi, babe.

Do you want a taste?

Always.

What are you doing? That could be drugs!

What do you want me to do? She put it in my mouth!

Nobody asked you to suck!

Ditch the cop and find me later?

Okay.

I mean, I wouldn't dream of it! That better, boss?

Are we looking for Henry or not?

Yeah, we are.

What are you doing?

- Your perfume… it's amazing. - I'm not wearing…

Jesus, are you tripping?

No…

No. Maybe. I don't… I'm not sure.

Oh, my God. Get it together.

Carson, Carson!

Tell me to keep going.

Keep going.

Say my name. Fucking say it.

Oh, my God, you are so fucked.

What's my name?

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

- Henry? - Henry.

Move!

What the fuck?

Henry! Wait!

Henry!

Rapp! Where are you going? Rapp!

Logan?

Stop! Hey, talk to me!

Just fucking stay out of this!

Logan!

Logan!

Hi.

Are you okay?

I can smell you, you know?

Are you having a nice time, Detective?

I…

Eyelash.

Close your eyes.

Make a wish.

And blow…

Gone.

Rapp!

Where the fuck have you been?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Oh, I just… followed Henry out here.

That wasn't Henry!

It was Logan.

I had him, but he got away.

Rapp, are you okay?

So I wonder why you tell stories of the wicked, old witch,

when no one will stay and get to know me.

I'm very funny, you know?