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Evil is seductive...

Mm.

Because Satan is clever.

Yes.

Temptation is beautiful.

That's what makes it tempting.

In order to tempt us,
the devil dresses evil up,

makes it look good.

Yes, he does.

Evil sparkles, shines...

Yeah.

While good...

Uh-oh. Here we go.

Not again.

Avoids the spotlight.

Did you forget to pay
your power bill,

Detective Pastor Almond?

Good will always find the light.

Amen.

And I thank you for that.

That is...

- stolen property.
- No, it's not.

20 bucks says you can't unload
that bronze otter.

Deal. I can unload anything.

Uh-huh.

Portland police bureau alerts...
bronze otter.

Bronze otter statue...

"iconic bronze otter statue

stolen from Portland's
world-famous

'animals in the pond.'"

Damn it. How could I
not have known that?

Come on.

Oh.

Talk too much.

Pbbbht.

I need you to drive me to work.

Why? What's wrong?

He's back.

Who's back?

Hey, get everyone in... now.

No, I know it's
Sunday afternoon.

Talia didn't
come home last night.

And I called the police,
but they said she's 14,

so to call back if she doesn't
come home in a couple of days.

Missing persons say
that she's a runaway

because she left a note.

So the lieutenant wants us
to chase a runaway?

Lieutenant says
it's an abduction

by a predator
who's done it before.

When's the last time you saw
your daughter, Mrs. Lennox?

Uh, yesterday... Saturday.

Around noon.
She got up around noon.

So, basically, you let
your 14-year-old daughter

stay up all night
and get up at noon.

I don't "let" Talia do anything.

Talia does what she wants.

This note... is it
Talia's handwriting?

It says on the note that she's
going to live with her father.

Yes, yes. That's...
that's Talia's handwriting.

Talia's father, Roger,

lives in Los Angeles

But he hasn't
talked to her since Christmas.

But he promised he would
let me know if she shows up.

Are you saying this note
is a lie?

Talia lies.
She lies all the time.

What happens when
you call her cell?

I...Um...

I don't... I don't
know the number.

It's, um... it's blocked. She...

She pays for it herself so she
doesn't have to tell me anything.

So, basically, you've given up all
supervision of your own daughter.

Maybe one of her friends
knows the number?

Forget it, Gravely.

She doesn't have a clue about
her daughter's friends.

I'm not even gonna bother asking

what kind of drugs she was on
or who she was sleeping with.

I know what this is about.

What do you got?

Seven years ago,
another girl went missing...

one green eye, one blue.
Lacy Siddon.

"Presumed murdered.
Body never found."

Well, if the body wasn't found,
how do we know what happened?

The lieutenant
knows what he knows.

Backstrom was lead on the case,

but when they called off
the investigation,

he stopped being a cop.

It was Chief Cervantes
who found him holed up

in a motel in Port Orford,

trying to drink himself
to death.

We don't find this girl
in the next 24 hours,

- she's dead.
- Why 24 hours?

Moto, if Talia is in the hands
of a sexual predator,

a sadist, she will be raped
and tortured until she is dead.

And that doesn't take long
with a kid.

And he'll dispose of the body.

No one will ever know
what happened to her.

Lieutenant,
you thinking Lacy Siddon?

Isn't it obvious?

To play devil's advocate,
if I may,

it is bad police work to assume
these cases are linked.

Well, then I'm the poster boy
for bad police.

Go get me Talia's phone records.

I'm gonna make a list of sex
offenders who fit the profile.

Pull together
the Lacy Siddon file.

Gravely, I'm gonna check out
the girl's room.

You in or out?

It just makes me uncomfortable
to jump to conclusions

based on an old obsession.

- Do you...
- Today, Gravely!

This is a nice room.

Cascadia girls' school.
It's for problem kids.

Lieutenant?

Unicorns and rainbows
and stuffed animals in her room,

but open her closet door...

there's nothing but
black clothes,

stink of cigarettes.

Uh, girls grow up.
Kids go through phases.

Same thing with Lacy Siddon.

Roomful of rainbows...

Sea of black in the closet.

SO1EO5
Bogeyman

Principal Larsen,

would you describe Talia Lennox
as a good student?

We don't use the terms
"good," "bad," "students."

We like to refer to
the girls as "punkins"...

"punks" for short.

It acknowledges where they
come from, but in a fun way.

Talia's mother believes
that she was doing drugs.

Most children experiment with
substances. It's unavoidable.

We believe in allowing
our punks to find themselves

through trial and error
in a safe environs.

We're gonna have to talk
to Talia's friends.

Especially the bad, stupid ones.

Well, there's an annex
through there

where the punkins gather
free from scrutiny.

It's called
the laissez-faire ground.

But I cannot let you in
there without a warrant.

So you are gonna
have to wait here.

We're gonna go through
that door.

There's gonna be kids with drugs
on the other side,

because you're too
stupid and lazy

to be a real principal
of a real school.

And if you refuse us permission,
we'll arrest every one of 'em.

We'll take that as a "yes."

- Check this out.
- Ew. Gross.

Oh, my God.
It's pervert heaven.

Does anyone here
know Talia Lennox?

Nope.

Anyone?

No?

- Not answering.
- Loser.

Really?

Black hoodies.

H-hey! Bad touching.

Portland Police.

Those are just vitamins.
They aren't even mine.

Should we check all of you
for vitamins?

If we tell you we know Talia
Lennox, will you go away?

- That's gonna be your best chance.
- Talia ran away to her dad's.

- No, she didn't.
- That's what she told us.

Did she ever mention anything
about a creepy guy?

I mean, only Claudio.

- Yeah, Claudio's thick creepy.
- Claudio who?

Talia broke up with Claudio, and
he said he was gonna kill her.

- How old is Claudio?
- 16?

Seven years ago,
thick creepy Claudio was 9.

Not our guy.

I'm gonna need Claudio's
last name.

I'm gonna need
Talia's phone number.

Claudio Moretti.

Hey! Come on!

Gravely, chase after them.
Get Talia's number.

Go.

Moto and Niedermayer will
go pick up Claudio Moretti,

and he will give us
Talia's phone number.

I need you to write down
Talia's cellphone number.

Whatever.

Got it.

When is the last time
you saw Talia?

- Friday night.
- Kid doesn't fit your theory.

Paquet and I'll work
Talia's phone.

I'll watch the rest of this.

Is that when she
broke up with you?

Yes. Well, okay, no.
I broke up with her.

Do you mind telling us
what happened?

L-I-look, is that why I'm here?

Because I honestly did not know
that Talia was 14. Okay?

Sh-she said she was 16,
same as me.

She looks 16, right?

Did you engage
in coitus with Talia?

M-maybe.

Coitus is sexual intercourse.

That's when you put
your penis inside...

- Oh, my.
- Okay, no, no, no.

I did not have
sexual intercourse with Talia.

I've... never had
sexual intercourse with anyone.

I-if there's, like,
a test for that,

I will gladly take it for proof.

Is she leaving to get
the test, or...?

So, h-how did you find out
Talia's real age?

Uh, I met Talia online.
You know what I mean?

You sexted each other?

It's Backstrom's theory
that Lacy Siddon's abductor

stalked her online.

But... but then, we meet
in person and I see her binder.

It's eighth grade.

Like, my dad said I could get
branded for life a sex offender.

What did Talia do
when you broke up?

Well, she said she'd find
somebody better online.

Somebody better?

Yeah, she said not
regular boring like me.

Somebody bad.

So she actually said,
"somebody bad"?

Yes, sir.

She said,

"good is good,
but bad is better."

Okay, so Talia's phone
went off the network

just after midnight.

Last-known location?

Tunnel under train tracks here.

And all her outgoing calls
went to her school friends,

Amber, Bethany, and Harper.

Oh, and that boy...
Talia also texted those people.

But without the actual phone,
I cannot access the contents.

No communications
with her father?

- No. None.
- The father and the boy

have nothing to do with
Talia's disappearance.

She was abducted by a man
obsessed with mismatched eyes.

All my foster kids surf the web
more than e-mail or texting.

Well, her phone records
indicate that Talia

used the Internet extensively.

But, again, no phone,
no details.

He got to her over the Internet.

I'm gonna find Talia's phone.

Niedermayer can take a team
to search by the tunnel.

Hello? Hello?
I got a ransom note.

It was under
my windshield wiper.

"I have Talia Lennox.

"$50,000 in m-payment
to the number below

"or I will burn her alive.

You will never find
her remains."

We have to call the FBI.

Great. When you call the FBI,

they'll push us aside
and take over this case.

Kidnapping is
the FBI's jurisdiction.

This note is bogus!

I'm sorry, lieutenant.
It's the law.

I'm gonna lose my church.

I'm three months behind
on my rent,

and they turned off
my electricity.

That's God telling you
you're a crappy pastor.

It's God telling me
I need a second job.

You get a second job...

You can't work at SCU.

Exactly.

Listen, I don't care
what you do.

You leave, you take
Gravely with you.

Don't hold it against her.

She called the FBI.
It's protocol.

You got to understand that
there never was any proof

that Lacy was taken
by a sexual predator.

For all you know,

she was a victim
of a hit and run

and buried in a shallow grave.

When a girl like that
disappears so completely,

no sign anywhere...
somebody bad did it.

Whoever took Lacy took Talia.

I agree with you.

What?

I believed your theory
on the crime seven years ago,

and I'm not gonna risk
you being wrong now.

The FBI is gonna go after
whoever left that ransom note,

and they're gonna
find an opportunist,

someone hitching a ride on
Talia Lennox's abduction.

Leaving us to find the predator.

Huh.

Hey, you realize if the FBI

find out that you're working
their kidnapping case,

you'll get suspended.

I'm not working
the FBI kidnapping.

I'm working
your predator abduction.

No, I got it.

You sure?

Really. I'm good.

Good.

So, I have been appointed
the police bureau liaison

to the FBI.

Oh, well, that'll look good
on your resume.

You know that the presence
of a ransom note

proves that Backstrom's theory
about a sexual predator

in the past is false, right?

That is certainly
the FBI's opinion.

You think that Backstrom is
right and the note is fake?

If Backstrom is right,

then the real search
for Talia Lennox is over,

and she hasn't long to live.

Okay.

I'm stuck here observing.

You and the rest of the team
report to John Almond.

You do know that Detective Almond

believes the lieutenant, right?

Lacy Siddon's files
from seven years ago,

courtesy of Detective Almond.

I'm here.

I actually had to steal
my own work from the FBI.

Oh, thanks.

So, Niedermayer has gone out
to the tunnel

to look for the girl's phone,

and Detective Almond is going
through the girl's room again.

Go help Niedermayer.

Okay, so, I need a clothesline,
a table, a plug,

and a cognac
to settle my thoughts.

I'll get the cognac.

Should we start by finding
every single similarity

between Lacy Siddon
and Talia Lennox?

No. Waste of time. We don't
need every single similarity.

We just need one.

Sounds like you already know
which one.

Lacy Siddon was obsessed
with vampires.

She would spend hours online

looking for a vampire boy
to turn her.

Is "turn" a euphemism for sex?

She wanted to be immortal,
and there was a website

that would connect mortal girls
with vampire boys

who would agree to bite
the right girl on the neck

and turn them into a vampire.

Just making sure...

you do know that vampires
aren't real, correct?

Thanks for that, Valentine.

Hey, you're welcome.

The point is,
she thought they were real,

which made it easier for
the predator to find her.

So a man pretending to be
a vampire boy online...

Yeah, he's doing
the same thing again,

only not with vampires,
with something else.

Well, Niedermayer
must find Talia's phone.

We continue to
investigate as we now go live

to Portland Police headquarters.

Law enforcement
just needs to know

that she's out there,
that she's alive,

and that it's really her.

So I say to my daughter's...

kidnapper, please, just...
just prove that my Talia

is alive and well,

and we will give you
whatever you ask.

And, um...

welcome my daughter's safe return.

Thank you.

The FBI is demanding
for proof of life.

They're not gonna get it.

The lieutenant sent me to
help you look for the phone.

30 FBI techs just wrapped
a search of the entire area.

They found nothing.

It's a perfect place for
an abduction...

isolated, lots of cover.

There's an unlit access road
about a hundred yards away.

Two of the three lights busted.

The abductor stands over there
in the darkness

and he watches the girl
under this light...

Making sure that she's alone.

The lieutenant said
we have 24 hours.

Yeah. And we're
running out of time.

She said, "good is good,
but bad is better."

Yeah?

Tell Paquet to check her e-mail.

- Paquet!
- Mm!

Check your computer.

What's going on?

We got proof of life.

What?!

I am sending you
a restricted video file.

I hope that you will come
visit me when I am Leavenworth.

I got it!

The video file is time-stamped
11:23 on Saturday night.

The FBI says that the time stamp
is genuine.

Where'd they get it?

It was posted to
the FBI website,

and they traced it to
an internet cafe on Hawthorne...

Cyber Joe.

Oh, that...
that'll be a dead end.

I know this place well.

It's for anarchist,
techno geeks,

members of "Anonymous."

I-I've used it
many times myself.

- Why?
- Yeah, why?

O-oh, that's not important.

Just trust me,
the internet trail ends there.

Play it again.

Wait. What's that?

- What?
- The tattoo.

That's definitely not a vampire,
if that's what you're thinking.

I'm thinking
that's exactly what it is.

Where you been all night?
Wasting time praying for Talia?

A little of that, but mostly
going through Talia's room.

And I found something
interesting.

"G... gigbbib"?

Is that English?

Once you see it,
it's everywhere.

What does it mean?

Perhaps it's a code
or an acronym.

It might go with this.

Ah. Him again.

- You've seen it somewhere else?
- Yes. Watch.

And here.

This is a pill I took from
Talia's friend Amber Morrow.

Seriously?

For evidence.

- Brand of ecstasy?
- Well, dealing ecstasy's

a good way to stalk
troubled young girls.

I'll talk to a couple of buddies
in narcotics... see what I get.

We're looking for someone

who deals to girls
at the Cascadia School.

Take Moto, find the suspect,
bring him back here.

Lieutenant, I can't bring
a drug dealer back to your home.

Okay, well,
then bring him to the SCU.

If the FBI asks, we're on
a separate drug case.

Got it.

Should I pack up?

Yeah. I want my office back.

Comfortable, Gravely?

You want my job,
or are you joining the FBI?

Lieutenant, I risked my job
to send you that e-mail.

Oh, you're a regular
Joan of Arc.

Detective Gravely,

we've got agents working
the internet cafe.

Get out of my office!

Okay, that's hours of bonding
down the drain.

Niedermayer!

Yes, sir?

The guy in the hood...
he's the key to this abduction.

And this, too.

It's everywhere.

I saw that string of letters
last night at the tunnel.

What does it mean?
It's not a word.

- Some kind of code?
- I don't know.

Maybe it's an acronym like LOL?

Maybe it's a phonetic spelling
of a foreign language?

Or a made-up language?

Okay, go talk to Paquet.
Check it out.

Meet Derrick Cotton.

He sells ecstasy to schoolgirls.
Tell them what you told me.

Uh, them pills, w-which
I don't know anything about,

uh, are called "hooded man."

Hooded man. That's a thing?
Is he good or bad?

Well, you know what they say...

"good is good,
but, uh, bad is better."

Let's get him to holding.

Niedermayer!

Yeah?

Remember what that kid said,
the one you were interrogating?

- Uh, the coitus virgin?
- Yeah.

Uh, he said that Talia met
somebody new on the internet,

um, not regular like him,
somebody bad.

She said that good is good...

But bad is better.

Okay, so what... so,
the hooded man's slogan

is "good is good,
but bad is better,"

and the victim is involved
in that in some way?

Hold on. So that's what we're
calling him... the hooded man?

The hooded man is my vampire.
Find him.

All right,
so, the hooded man started

as creepy and mysterious fiction
online by one guy,

but then hundreds joined in.

"The hooded man understands."

All adolescents are vulnerable
to a promise like that.

So the hooded man looks
for special kids,

kids who are "willing to fall
in order to rise."

They are called "The Fallen."

And The Fallen must prove their
allegiance to the hooded man.

What's the reward?

"To be initiated into

the dark mysteries
of the true universe,"

blah, blah, blah.

This is why Talia
was taking ecstasy

and demanding sex
from Claudio Moretti.

She wanted to be
one of The Fallen.

Yeah, the lieutenant's right.

This is very close
to the vampire meme.

I don't know anything
about fallen people.

You made a big mistake, Amber.

I don't appreciate your tone,
Detective Almond.

Your daughter's a drug user
and an extortionist.

I'm not sure I appreciate
your parenting skills.

What's an extortionist?

- Why am I watching this?
- You went to Cyber Joe's

because you could post
the video of Talia

without anyone knowing.

You sent a text to your friends
Harper and Bethany

from inside the cafe.

A single emoticon.

This is not a happy face.

I don't understand.

Your daughter's friend
went missing,

and she tried
to collect a ransom.

Is that true?

Amber, is that true?

We figured Talia was running
away to be with her father.

I mean, why not get
some money out of it?

So I put the ransom note under
Mrs. Lennox's windshield.

And the proof-of-life video?

Talia and I got into a fight
before she ran away.

I hit her,
and Harper recorded it.

Can I go home now?

Now you have to talk to my boss.

He's not as nice as I am.

All right, everybody...
hey, we're done here.

- There's no kidnapping.
- Wait a second. Just like that?

FBI doesn't do runaways.

All right,
let's wrap it up.

And you admit to hitting Talia?

Did you kill her?

Take off your hoodie.

I don't want to.

Take off your damn hoodie.

No! No! No!

Her cellphone bill...
you pay it or she does?

- I do.
- I'd like to take it.

No. No!

No! No! No! No! No!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

No! No, you don't understand!

You can't even comprehend
what he can do!

Listen, no one's
gonna do anything, honey.

- I won't let them.
- No! You don't understand.

If you find him through me,
he'll never take me.

He'll leave me here
in the normal world

with normal people,
and I can't live here.

I deserve something better.

I'm gonna die
if I stay here.

Detective Almond,
I don't think this is good news.

Hey, Eric.

You here to evict me?

I can't afford
to carry you, John.

I'm not even a member
of your church.

You should go. He's really good.

Moto.

Okay.

You're three months in arrears.

People are having a tough time
in this economy.

I'm one of them.

You know, maybe God's trying
to tell you something, John.

What? Get a second job?
Keep my church alive?

That fella told me you're
busy saving a girl's life.

Maybe God's trying to
tell you you're doing

exactly what he wants you
to be doing.

No hard feelings, man.

Paquet cracked
Amber Morrow's phone.

Thanks to Amber's smartphone,

I was able to discover
the website of the hooded man

that the hoodie girls love.

That's creepy.

And that's the outside...
to get inside,

you need an invitation
from one of the fallen.

Was Amber invited?

No. Just Talia.

And Talia got an invitation

from a fallen boy who
calls himself "Minus."

I invite you to enter

the realm of the fallen
if you know the incantation.

What's the code?

Try our old friend gigbbib.

"Good is good,
but bad is better."

I'm gonna have nightmares.

This is Minus.

That's our predator.

In real life,
he's not a pretty boy.

Is there any way to trace
his real-life whereabouts?

No. He's using an anonymizer.

Maybe Amber struck Talia to keep
her from going to meet Minus.

Amber struck Talia

because Talia got invited
and Amber didn't.

She was jealous.

Always looking for
the good in people

is probably why your church
is in the crapper.

I want you to go online.
Pretend to be Minus.

You want to invite Amber
in this world?

Hold on a second.

You want Paquet to pose as
a pederast posing as a minor boy

to entrap a minor girl?

She'll be posing, Gravely.

She won't actually be torturing
someone to death in a basement.

Amber, are you ready to fall?

Hey, it's Amber.

She wants to meet Minus
in person.

I want to see you again.

I can come to the same place.
Please, Minus.

Say yes. Wait. Amber's
met with Minus before?

How? Mm, let's find out.
Say yes.

But we don't know
"the same place."

We know the place.

It's where Talia's phone
went off the grid.

Yes. Tell Amber one hour.

Yes. Same place. One hour.

- Yes!
- All right, I'm coming with you.

Uh, no. I'm gonna need someone
a little more fallen.

You know, I know what
it is with you and this case.

It's not just the girl
from seven years ago.

My mom told me.

About your brothers
and the bogeyman.

They told you he was
gonna come get you

when you fell asleep,
didn't they?

And I believed them.

How many days
did you stay awake?

For three days.

I went psychotic.
I actually saw the bogeyman.

They put me in a kids'
psych ward for six weeks.

Minus, I came. Thank you.

I'm ready. I'm so ready.

Where's your cane?

I'm not who you think I am.

Well, who are you?
Did... did Minus send you?

Nope. He's just a guy...
Named Val.

No.

No!

I'm you.

I'm a bored, jaded girl
living in a world

that's boring her to death.

Drugs don't make it
more exciting.

Sex doesn't make it
more exciting.

The only thing that excites me

is the idea that there's
a gate to another world,

a better world
where everything...

isn't so dull.

But then Talia gets
invited there, not me.

By the beautiful boy with
the big eyes and the pale face.

So I knock her down
and take her place.

But there is no beautiful boy.

No. No, I saw him.
I saw him right there.

No.

It was just a guy like me

who fooled her and took her...

No.

And is raping, torturing,

and murdering
your friend as we speak.

No.

She's crying
'cause she feels guilty.

No. She's crying because
she knows you're right.

You're crying because you know

there is no better world than
this. This is all we get.

And she's heartbroken.

Hey, girly.

He rejected you, didn't he?

He was so beautiful.

Not in the light.
Not with his hood off.

I tried to follow him,
but he disappeared.

Why didn't he want me?

You had the wrong eyes.

So he had a cane?

Yes. With a hooded man on top.

How stylish.

No, no. He limped.

Any of your suspects
have a limp?

No. What else?

What else can you tell us
to help us find him?

I've told you everything.

Then your friend is dead.

Maybe your bogeyman
hurt his leg later.

Or I never got anywhere close
to him seven years ago.

I don't know.

What am I missing?

Why are you asking me?

We all have our own bogeymen.

I know what happened to you.
I read the police report.

Well, then, you already
know everything.

I know hustlers and I know you,

and I know you told the police
as little as possible.

Fine.

I was fresh on the street,
and...

he got his hands on me
before I developed

my survival instincts.

My story's no use to you.
My bogeyman died 10 years ago.

He doesn't have Talia Lennox.

They're all the same
evil bastard.

He had you for three days.

You looked straight
into his eyes

while he did the things
he did to you.

Help me catch him.

The bogeyman starts out kind.

He makes you feel special
for being chosen.

Then he tells you he loves you.

- Which is a lie.
- No.

Not to him, it's not.

He means it.

Believe me when I say...

I never been looked at
with so much love.

Even when he marked me.

He tattooed you?

No. He branded me
with his cigarette

over and over.

I got tattoos to cover the scars

so I wouldn't have
to remember him every day

for the rest of my life.

But you got away.

I was fast...

And lucky.

All in all, he wasn't
so bad, you know?

There are worse bogeymen.

Mr. Morrow, this is
Lieutenant Everett Backstrom.

Sorry to bother you so early.

I've got one more question
for your daughter.

Her and her friends... where
did they get their tattoos?

Lieutenant,
we're in position.

Somebody's coming.

He's limping.

That's him.
Almond, take him down.

Let's go.

All right. Just take
it easy. We got him.

Wesley Lewis, we're taking
you in for questioning.

Portland Police hope to
find missing teen Talia Lennox

at this virtually abandoned
former junkyard.

Why aren't they
finding anything?

Unconfirmed sources identify

burnside tattoo artist
Wesley Lewis

as the main suspect
in the girl's abduction.

You know. Talk.

We found some
women's clothing in a closet

and evidence of a baby.

My wife left with
our daughter months ago.

She realized you were
a homicidal freak?

Can you provide her whereabouts?

I would love to know
where she is.

Lying in a shallow grave
next to Lacy Siddon.

Ah.

Detective Dunn,

did you or your team discover
a cane with a hooded man

- on the handle?
- I'll go check.

Put him in the back
of a cruiser, please.

Is this what you're looking for?

That's it.

But there's no law
against owning a creepy cane.

We haven't found anything
to hold him on.

Tell you something else...

10 minutes after that guy gets
a lawyer, he's a free man.

And he'll kill Talia.

We'll never find her...
same as Lacy Siddon.

Lieutenant,
we're running out of time.

We have to think
of something fast.

- Damn it!
- No.

It's time to think
of something slow.

We need to pray.

Seriously? Okay, good.
Knock yourselves out.

Lieutenant, you said that
you'd do whatever it takes

to catch that bogeyman.

As options dwindle in
the search for Talia Lennox...

What is happening here?

the principal investigators
of the special crime unit

are either looking for solace
or a miracle.

Backstrom is in a prayer circle?

Being led in prayer
by Detective John Almond,

who I'm told preaches

at the Joy of Everlasting Light
Church.

Lord, we ask you,
please deliver Talia Lennox

into the hands of her mother
if it be your will,

for she is only a child.

Lord. Ha ha.

We thank you for Detective John Almond

reminding me that Talia
is only a child,

and there is a law
in the state of Oregon

against tattooing
underage children!

I can hold that son of a bitch
for 72 hours,

lawyer or no lawyer!

You see that?
Did you see him clap?

Mm-hmm.

That's the closest thing
he gets to happy.

How long will this take?

I'm a sociopathic child rapist

who preys on lonely girls.

No, I get it. You're a freak.

Yeah, sure, you're a perv.

But what's with
the different-colored eyes?

I mean, that's
pretty rare, right?

Makes it a hell of a lot
harder to find your victims.

Can't I just pay a fine
for tattooing those girls?

It doesn't have to do
with some creepy,

mother/son stuff, does it?

Stepmom with different-colored
eyes gave little Wesley a bath?

Hell, I'll leave that one
for the prison psychiatrists.

I'd like to go home.

I have you for a 72-hour hold.

I plan on us spending every
minute of that together.

Cruel and unusual punishment.

Do you believe in love
at first sight?

Yes.

Yeah.

Except it's not love,
yes. Is it?

You don't know how to love.

You've never loved anything
more than yourself.

You'll never have a wife,
never have a child.

Look at you.

Who's the outcast?

Who's the perv?

We searched your property.

And problem is,

we were looking for places
where you'd keep a live person.

You know, a ventilation pipe
or air shaft.

We should've been
looking for graves.

You see, if Talia's dead,

it doesn't matter how long
it takes for us to find her.

But if she's alive, it matters.

She might be running out of air.

So if you tell us

where Talia is before she dies,

you'll just be charged with
kidnapping and you'll live.

But if we dig up
your entire property...

and, oh, we will...
and we find her dead,

lethal injection.

If she dies, it's on you.

Maybe so.

Like you said...

I'm me... worse than you.

I've never loved anybody.

I never will.

While the world is filled
with walking corpses

who don't even know
they're dead.

Well, what's
one more little girl?

- Wow.
- He didn't mean it.

He was just putting
intense pressure on Lewis.

Well, I say we get a team
out there to start digging.

- We could get lucky.
- Ground-piercing radar.

Wait. What's he doing?

Circling something.

It's the dogs.

Hey, look! Look.

This moves.

We need bolt cutters.

Come on!

We've got Talia. Is that Lacy?

Oh, dear God.

Lieutenant!

They're alive!

We're gonna need a ladder here.

Dear lord, we thank you
for the safe return

of Talia Lennox

into the loving arms
of her mother.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

And we thank you for
the safe return of Lacy Siddon

and her child to
your beautiful, wide world.

- Amen.
- Beautiful, yes.

Amen.

Thanks to the power
of prayer... and television...

the people of Portland, Oregon,

opened their hearts to this
church and to this congregation

to the tune of one year's rent.

Ah, yeah.

Praise Jesus!

But we have one more thing
to be thankful for.

Dear lord,
thank you for Everett Backstrom.

We all know that evil
can cloak itself in beauty.

Yes, it can.

But good can also confuse us...

in deportment and appearance.

Amen.