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No, I'm serious.

Can't let them win.

- Okay.
- Don't worry about it.

Why don't you go watch TV, okay?

- Yeah.
- Just relax, go.

- I'll see you for dinner.
- Okay.

Second down
and nine play action.

Morgan gonna crank
up and throw it deep.

Got a man streaking out there.

And it is intercepted
at the 31 yard line.

Next time, Pat, knock
before you come in.

Going
for the end zone.

Touchdown Tulane!

Plus nine
and turnover margin

a year ago, had
17 interceptions.

As we update you on the
American conference scoreboard.

There he
goes off to the races,

sprints down the sideline...

Um, you scared me.

Where is everyone?

They're here.

Where's Mom?

She's over there.

Dear
Pastor Revingol,

I'm very sorry to add this
additional burden to your work.

I left myself in the hands
of God's justice and mercy,

but apparently he saw
fit to ignore my prayers.

What I have done
is for the best,

as far as the children's
souls are concerned.

I know that many will look

at the additional years
they could've lived,

but if they were no
longer servants of God,

what would be gained?

I'm sure many will say

"How could anyone do
such a horrible thing?"

My only answer is
"it wasn't easy."

This was only done
after much thought.

If we were just dealing
with one issue alone,

we may have pulled through.

But considering everything,
it was all just too much.

At least I'm certain that all
of them are in heaven now.

I know that nothing I can
say will make it right,

but I am assured of
making peace with God

because of Christ's sacrifice.

Even for people like me.

Kind regards, John.

P.S. Mother is in
the bedroom upstairs.

She was too heavy to move.

Steph, what are you doin'?

You're supposed to be resting.

I'm bored up there.

Steph, it's only
been three days.

You're gonna be
resting for six weeks.

If I don't lose my
mind before then.

I got it, Dad, it's fine.

All right, um, do
you want some eggs?

No, I'll have cereal.

Cereal, okay...

- I can get it.
- No, it's all right.

You... yeah.

Um.

Spoon.

Thank you.

Shit, uh...

So you're bored, huh?

That's an understatement.

Yeah.

I know it's tough.

But, uh...

Remember what your
mother used to say.

Everything happens for a reason.

Well I gotta go to work soon,
but if you need anything...

I'll be okay.

Danny and Melissa are
coming over later.

Oh.

Um, look, I gotta go to work.

Look, you have the
eggs, all right?

Here, eat that. Alright?

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Ok.

Talk to you later.

Bye sweetie.

♪ In my heart ♪

Bob, breakfast ready!

America
needs a tidal wave

of the old-time religion.

America needs to be taken
down to God's bath house

and the hose turned on her,

and the time isn't far distant

when the wheels
of God's judgment

are going to go sweeping through
this old God-hating world.

I want to take a pledge

and this audience to
join me in a pledge

that you will never rest
until this old God-hating,

Christ-hating, whisky-soaked,
Sabbath-breaking,

blaspheming, infidel,
bootlegging old world

is bound to the
cross of Jesus Christ

by the golden chains of love.

- Thanks, honey.
- You're welcome.

Bless us, O Lord,
as we give thanks

for these gifts from Thy bounty.

- Amen.

What the hell did
you do all day?

Just watch TV?

I got so bored of that

I actually started
watching the neighbors.

I never knew you
were into voyeurism.

- Good to know.
- Not like that.

If you watch people
for long enough,

you realize their lives
run like clockwork.

They leave the house the
same time every morning,

mow the lawn every Saturday.

Such a routine existence.

Housebound for less than a week,

and you're already having
an existential crisis.

Maybe I am.

Don't the neighbors ever
do anything exciting?

I wouldn't say exciting.

Sometimes they do stuff
that's kind of funny.

Like what?

Like poor Mrs.
Corbits at number 11

looks like she's having
a party every night.

Lights keep flashing on
and off the whole time.

Then I realized
what was going on.

They have one of those clap-on
clap-off lights installed.

Oh yeah, "The Clapper."

I've seen that on TV.

Why would she be
clapping constantly?

I wondered that, then my Dad
told me she has Tourette's.

Wait, so you're telling that
the lights go on and off

when you say fuck too?

No, Tourette's doesn't
just cause cursing.

You get physical tics.

One of Mrs. Corbits' tics
is that she slaps her leg,

so every time she does
that, the lights go off,

so she has to clap to
get them back on again.

- Guys, it's not funny.
- Yes it is!

- It's a serious condition.
- That's terrible!

Also it's creepy you're
just watching her.

It's a little funny.

It's been 18 years.

No one can say that we
haven't given this ample time.

Let's give back the task
force to you and Wayne Harris.

Now Wayne is retired, it's time
you closed this chapter too.

I can't justify
any more manpower

on a case that's
colder than Alaska.

So what do you
suggest I do, sir?

Stop taking this case
so personally, move on.

If you've seen what
he did to that family,

what he done to those kids...

Listen, you got a lotta cases

in the "win" column
over the years.

This is a rare one
that got away from you.

You gotta accept that.

It's time to let it go.

He's got a point.

You took that case
too personally.

Come on, Wayne.

We worked our asses off,
and he still got away.

Motherfucker made a
fool out of all of us.

Is that what really
stings, Frank?

That your ego took a dent?

Well maybe it did.

Come on, you saw
the crime scene.

A guy could do that to his
own blood, running free?

I take it you're not gonna
heed the Chief's advice.

No.

But now he's pulled the
plug I gotta go it alone.

The first thing's the press.

Nationally syndicated
magazines, newspapers.

Maybe I can get someone

interested in doing
a follow-up story.

Nearly 20 years later?

Come on, Frank.

We don't even know if
he's still in the country.

- He is.
- How can you be so sure?

Everybody we spoke to about List

told us he was a cheerleader
for the American dream.

Marriage, suburbia, church.

He lived for that shit.

And nobody has Christian
family values like Uncle Sam.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Never realized the neighbors
were so interesting.

Look over there, the
garden of number 10.

What am I supposed
to be looking at here?

There's a guy mowing his lawn.

Yeah, in a suit.

Who mows their lawn
in a shirt and tie?

It's a little weird, I guess.

Do you know much about that guy?

Bob Clark?

We said hello from time to time.

Can't say I've
spoken to him much.

I've had a few conversations
with his wife, Dolores.

She seems nice.

I've never really
noticed him before,

but last night, he was watching
me from the upstairs window.

Really?

Yeah, it was kinda creepy.

You weren't lookin' through

the binoculars at
the time, were you?

I might've been.

Oh Christ, Steph.

You really need to
find something better

to do with your time.

Why don't you read
a book or somethin'?

After the murders,

List cut himself out of every
photograph in the house.

We discovered he'd lost his job

at the Jersey City Bank
a few weeks before.

We're pretty sure
he never shared

this information
with his family.

He'd skim money from his
mother's bank account

to avoid defaulting
on the mortgage.

He emptied what was left
on the day of the killings

and that's what he
used to relocate.

Good evening.

In view of the difficult events

that we cover here on this show,

I'm delighted to start tonight
with some positive news.

Rapist and murderer
David James Roberts

is behind bars because
of you, the viewers.

Our regulars will remember
that we profiled Roberts

on the show last week,

and he's considered one of
America's most wanted criminals.

Roberts murdered a man by
the name of Bill Patrick,

his wife, and their child.

He also raped the mother and
killed her six month old son.

- Yeah?
- Frank?

Turn on channel five.

For two years...

What am I looking at?

It's a new TV show.

They profile
fugitives on the run

and then ask viewers
to call in with tips.

This shit actually works?

The host said some guy
on the run for two years

was arrested after 75
callers identified him.

Well, all right.

Let me check it out, I'll
give you a call back.

Okay.

He's been called
the Green River Killer

ever since the first
bodies, five of them,

were pulled from this river.

What are you doing in our house?

Um, Steph, this is Mr. Clark.

He's come over to apologize.

I startled her again.

I seem to be making a
habit of that today.

Stephanie, I'm Bob.

Feel I owe you an explanation.

Mrs. Atherton next
door goes to my church.

She mentioned on Sunday

that she had some
vermin on her property,

so I offered to get
rid of it for her.

With a gun?

Isn't that a little excessive?

So focused on trying to do
a good deed for a neighbor,

and it just didn't occur to me.

But afterwards, when I saw you,

I realized how scary
it may have been.

The last thing I wanna do
is frighten a neighbor.

Goddamn rats!

Well, Bob, I really appreciate

you comin' over to address this.

I just hope that Stephanie
will accept my apology.

Yeah, sure.

Bless your heart.

As it says in Ephesians 4:31,

"Be kind and compassionate,
forgiving each other

"just as through Christ,
God forgave you."

Anyway, I've taken up too
much of your time already.

Thank you both for
your hospitality.

Hopefully we'll be seeing more
of each other in the future.

Yeah, well, um...

Thanks again Bob for
comin' over to...

Yeah, address that, I'll see
you out to the front door.

A Bible-basher with a gun!

God, I love this country.

Look.

What's this?

Some guy in New Jersey killed
his family 18 years ago.

Light reading, huh, Steph?

This guy looks just
like Bob Clark.

Oh, Steph.

Check out the eyes, it's him!

Look kinda similar, but I
don't think it's the same guy.

You'll at least admit he's a
total weirdo though, right?

Well, I felt we were
two seconds away

from him selling us
a watchtower,

but that hardly qualifies him

as somebody who would
murder his own family!

Dad, that's him.

Steph, oh Steph!

Why can't you read
somethin' else?

I've never seen the guy before.

How am I supposed to
know if that's him?

Oh my God, you're taking
pictures of him too?

Stalking much?

Well this isn't helping, Steph!

Looks like you took
these from space.

Yeah, I couldn't
exactly go up to him

and ask for a close-up, could I?

You gonna
call the cops, Steph?

Not yet, I need some actual
proof that it is him.

How do you
plan to get that?

Not sure yet, but I'll
think of something.

All right, well I
gotta head to practice.

I'll see you tomorrow.

'Kay.

See ya.

Hey, can you hand
me that pencil?

Sure.

Oh my God, that's good.

Ugh.

Oh, hey Mr. Hancock.

Hey Danny, how's it goin'?

Not bad.

You still workin'
at the pizza parlor?

Yep.

How's the football going?

Pretty good actually.

We're third in the state
at the minute, so...

Yeah.

You plannin' on makin'
a livin' from that?

Well, I play for the love of
it, to be honest with you.

But there's some
big-league scouts

who come from time to
time, so you never know!

Reassuring.

Thanks.

I wanna be left alone!

Can't they leave me alone?

I just wanna be left alone.

Can they leave me alone?

Why don't they
just leave me alone?

You are gonna keep it together.

You hear me?

More bodies
have been discovered nearby,

all those of young
prostitutes...

Look Bob, what do you think?

New dress?

Yeah, isn't it beautiful?

How much did it cost?

I got it on sale for 30 bucks.

That's a little steep.

Is this for the church benefit?

Yeah.

It's a little figure-hugging.

Don't I have a nice figure?

But is it appropriate
for the pastor

and congregation to see it?

I don't think it's
inappropriate.

I think I look nice.

You know I love you, don't you?

Yes.

Do you love me?

Of course I do.

Then please respect my wishes.

Find a more modest dress
for the benefit, okay?

Fine.

Thank you.

What was he doing?

I dunno, he was
kinda freaking out.

He was pacing back and
forth, agitated as hell.

Then he threw a magazine
across the room.

That magazine?

I dunno, I couldn't
really see it.

But he seemed
pretty mad about it.

He must have seen it when I
dropped it in the kitchen.

Gone and bought a copy.

We don't know anything
for sure, you know?

I mean, think about it.

If we took this to the cops,

they'd say that the
evidence was pretty thin.

I know that.

Oh, God.

What?

You got that look.

What look?

You know, that look you get
when you're gonna ask me

to do something that
I don't wanna do.

Every Sunday, Clark and
his wife go to church.

Yeah.

They're out of the house
for like three hours.

They leave at 8:30 and
come back around midday.

Oh no, Steph.

I am not breaking
into his house.

I didn't ask you to.

I didn't say anything.

Okay.

What do you want me to do?

Break into his house.

I knew it, I knew it!

You know breaking and
entering is a felony, right?

I could go to jail.

You wouldn't have to
actually break in.

His wife leaves the spare
key under a plant pot

next to the front door.

Okay, so if...

If I do this...

What am I supposed
to be looking for?

Any evidence that proves
Clark is John List.

Oh, come on Steph.

You really think he's gonna
keep incriminating shit

lying around all
these years later?

No, but there might
be an older photo.

If we had a picture with
a clear resemblance,

it would help convince the cops.

Yeah, but...

How are we gonna
explain how we got it?

I mean, surely the
cops are gonna know

that I broke into his house.

What are they gonna
care more about?

Busting you for stealing a photo

or catching some guy who
murdered his whole family?

I can't believe
I'm gonna do this.

I must be crazy.

Thanks for meeting me
today, Miss Phillips.

I know you're very busy.

Please, call me Ellen.

Ellen.

The show you produce,
it's intriguing.

Never seen anything
quite like it before.

Well, I brought
it to the network.

But it's really John
Wesley's brainchild.

You heard what happened
to his kid, right?

He was murdered, wasn't he?

That's right, his young son.

John noticed, when
dealing with the media,

how quickly they could
get information out there.

The TV coverage helped
catch his son's killer.

If it's used in the right way,

the media can be
a powerful weapon.

It can.

Of course, if I'm being
honest, I've gotta admit

the media's motives
are hardly noble.

Everyone who works in
this business understands,

if it bleeds, it leads.

Why do you think people are
so fascinated by murder?

Killers tantalize people.

Like traffic accidents
or natural disasters.

The actions of a
killer are horrible,

but the public just
can't look away.

So, did you get a chance

to have a look over the
details of the List case?

I did.

And will you consider
featuring it on the show?

It's the kind of taboo crime

that intrigues and
horrifies people.

But the problem is it
took place so long ago.

You have one picture
that's over 20 years old.

The guy probably looks
very different now.

I'd have to question
whether or not

we'd get the audience
response we need

to make an identification.

But it's worth a shot, isn't it?

I don't think the
network is going to want

to blot our copy book
by featuring cases

which are unlikely to
have a positive outcome.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying it's a
"pass" for now.

But if you get any
additional information

that could improve the
chances of an identification,

then we'll certainly consider
it for future broadcast.

It's time.

Thanks Leslie, all
right, have a good night.

- Mr. Wesley?
- Yes?

Detective Frank Clayton, sir.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah, how can I
help you Detective?

I spoke to your
producer Ellen Phillips.

I'm trying to get a case
featured on the show.

Well, if you go
through her channels,

she's gonna arrange
that for you.

Oh no, she rejected it, sir.

Well I'm sorry to hear that.

We have a rather
full plate right now.

We can't feature everybody,

but perhaps some
time in the future.

Well you see, time is
a factor here, sir.

Look, Detective, that's
just the way it works here.

We have to go through
the channels, you know?

I know what happened
to your son.

Yeah, well, it's a matter of
public record, unfortunately.

John List murdered both
of his sons in cold blood.

Frederick, John Junior.

They were 13 and 15.

His daughter, too.

Tricia.

She was 16.

I've been working this case
for nearly two decades now.

Our department shut me down

and I'm having to do
it on my own time.

All because I am still
haunted by that crime scene.

Three beautiful children
snuffed out by a man

who's supposed to
love and protect them.

They deserve
justice, Mr. Wesley.

Come on, looks like
you can use a drink.

It was July back in '81.

Aaron was our first and
only son at the time.

My wife Deborah and I were
living the American dream.

Had a great job in real
estate, beautiful home.

Deborah always wanted
to be a mother,

so when Aaron came along,

our lives were complete.

And one day we were in a
department store, browsing.

Aaron was with us.

Laughing, running in and out

of the aisles like
he always did.

Couldn't have turned our back
on him for more than a minute,

he was gone.

Knowing that he was out there,

alone, frightened, without us...

I felt so helpless.

Two weeks later they
found his body in a river.

Opportunist abduction, murder.

And our lives completely
changed in a matter of minutes.

The day they found Aaron's body,

my heart broke into
a million pieces.

Years later I'm still trying
to put it back together.

I'm sorry.

I think what hurt
even more was the fact

that the local
police department's

response was so poor.

I mean, with all due
respect to you, Detective,

they didn't know their
head from their ass.

I can only imagine if they'd
been a little bit more decisive

we could've found Aaron before
that animal took his life.

Well, if it had come
to my department,

it would've been
a different story.

Yeah, I appreciate that.

But when the media got involved,

I realized that we could
create this wide awareness.

It also restored my
faith in human nature

at a very dark time.

We received over 40,000 letters
from all over the country.

People wishing us
well, sympathizing,

sharing their own stories.

And I knew that if I could
get information out there

on a national scale and
galvanize the public

into being directly involved
with finding those criminals,

we could solve cases

that would generally
never stand a chance.

This is why I came
to you, Mr. Wesley.

I don't share a bloodline
with the List children,

but in death, I've got
to know them so well.

I talked to everybody
about Frederick

and John Junior and Patricia.

I learned about all
the things they loved.

Their dreams, aspirations.

If I'd have caught List,
then there'd be closure.

But as long as he's still out
there, this'll never be over.

Those children will
never be at peace.

I know.

Took us years to find
Aaron's murderer.

Closure is important.

It really is.

I've been chasing
it for 18 years.

Look, Frank, I can't
promise anything.

I'm usually a servant
to the network

in these kind of things, but...

I'll do my best.

Try and get you on the show.

Thank you, John.

I appreciate that.

So what do you wanna do next?

I don't know.

Well, one thing's for sure,

I'm not sneaking around
his house anymore.

It's too risky.

I know.

I'm so sorry.

I'll live.

Maybe I should
just call the cops.

At least then that would
shine a spotlight on him.

Maybe his ID's don't check out.

They'll discover
who he really is.

And if we're wrong,
they'll bust us

for wasting police time.

You don't still
have doubts, do you?

I don't know.

We're gonna need more
than just suspicion

before we call the cops.

I know, we've been through this.

Look, I'm gonna go home.

I'm pretty tired.

Okay.

You coming by tomorrow?

Sure.

Goddamn it!

Profanity isn't
necessary, young man.

What the hell are
you doin' in my car?

I think it's time we
had a little chat.

You needed to break
into my car to do that?

I guess this makes us even.

What do you mean?

The post man.

When I left, he was right
there, on the model.

When I came back he
was on the floor.

Unless this town experienced
its first ever earthquake

while I was out,
it's tough to see

how that could've happened.

I know that you and your
girlfriend Stephanie

have taken quite an
interest in me lately.

- No, no...
- Please.

Let's level with each other.

I don't know why you've
been snooping around.

Maybe I don't want to know.

But let me tell you one thing.

I value my privacy.

As I'm sure you value your own.

We all have a right to it.

I'll respect yours
if you respect mine.

And here's the
point to remember.

You may be watching me...

But I'm also watching you.

Hey Frank, sorry I'm late.

Damn production meeting
ran over, as usual.

Not a problem.

So this is the guy I
was telling you about.

Dave Brenton.

- Good to meet you.
- You too.

So you're a sculptor?

Actually, autodidact
forensic artist.

You'll have to forgive me, Dave.

I'm a little behind the times.

What exactly does
your job entail?

Facial reconstructions
of fugitives

based on outdated pictures.

Aging a sculpted bust

to show how they may
look in the present day.

See Frank, here's
the problem you have.

That photograph that we have
of List is as old as hell.

Viewers need to see
what he looks like today

in order to make a positive ID.

That's where Dave comes in.

He fabricates that
age-progressed bust

so that our viewer gets
a pretty good indication

of what List might
look like today.

Massively improve your
chance of a positive ID.

It sounds terrific,
but we can't be certain

of what List looks like now,

so it's gonna be kinda
speculative, isn't it?

I'll be based on
a lot of research.

I'll create some
various key questions.

Where does he live?

The city, the suburbs?

And what kind of
clothes does he wear?

I think he would wear a pair
of thick dark brown glasses.

Why do you think that?

I think he would wanna
look more astute,

you know, more in control
than he really was.

Well, it could be you've got
the right handle on this guy.

The
disappearance of the daughter,

the Amber Alert
going out for her,

the discovery of her
body in her father's home

and then the arrest of this man.

He was arrested after
somebody had heard...

God, that's awful.

Bob...

What?

You hear that, on the TV?

A father killed
his own daughter.

Isn't that awful?

Yeah, that's...

that's terrible.

What on earth could drive a man

to kill his own flesh and blood?

Maybe she disappointed him.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Not really.

I know you're having a tough
time at the moment, and...

I've been workin' so much.

Haven't been here as
much as I should've.

It's fine.

No, it's not.

Your mother, before she passed,

she made me promise that
I'd always be there for you.

You have been.

But not enough.

I thought, we need the
money, I'll do more shifts,

but if I was bein'
honest with myself,

I just couldn't...

I couldn't just stay at home.

Alone with my thoughts.

It was a struggle.

I still think about your
mother all the time.

I just can't...

Focus on the good
times, I just...

I miss her too.

I'm gonna be here
for you, Steph.

More.

I'm gonna be here for you more.

I promise.

This house is
one of the best properties

on the market right now.

Perfect for a family.

Well, I find that most things
start and end with a family.

One way or another.

Wow.

Quite the attention
to detail there, Dave.

Great job, really
intricate work.

Thank you.

Question is, how close is
this to how List looks now?

Show tapes tomorrow.

We'll find out soon enough.

Well, it's your
shot today, Frank.

I'm kinda nervous.

Don't worry about it.

There are only 15 million
people gonna be watching.

Nothing to be nervous about.

You know how to
put a mind at ease.

You'll be fine.

Just follow my lead.

The important thing to remember

is that maybe one of
those 15 million people

know where John List is,

and we finally nail
that son of a bitch.

Come on.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

You okay?

I was gonna ask
you the same thing.

How come you didn't
come over tonight?

- I had football practice.
- It's Wednesday.

Isn't practice
usually on Thursday?

Uh, they moved it.

Don't lie to me, Danny.

All right, you want
me to say it?

I'm kinda freaked out.

I mean, that guy broke into
my car and he threatened me.

It's okay to be scared.

I am too.

I just don't
know what to do.

I mean, that prick said
he was watching me.

He's watching both of us.

So what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

But I do know that
being together

is better than being apart.

Makes sense.

Or to put it bluntly,

if you still care about me
at all, then get over here.

I do still
care about you.

I love you, Steph.

Nothing has changed
on that front.

Then stick with me on this.

I will.

Hey, Steph.

Wanna watch some TV
with your old man?

Danny and Melissa
are coming over.

That's later.

Come and watch some
TV with your old man!

It's good to get outta the
bedroom for a while, no?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

What are you watching?

Nothing much.

Just waiting for
this show to come on,

the one where they track down

America's most wanted criminals.

You ever seen it?

No.

It's pretty interesting.

I was gonna make a
sandwich, you want one?

Yeah, sure.

All right, okay.

Yeah.

Good evening, I'm John Wesley.

Those of you who
are regular viewers

know that we highlight
mostly recent cases.

But tonight, we're turning
back the clock 18 years

to November the ninth, 1971,

when a seemingly
mild-manner accountant

and churchgoer, John List...

Dad!

What's wrong?

Look, they're talking
about John List!

Remember I showed
you that magazine?

The guy you think is
living across the street?

It's not funny, Dad.

Look.

We hope that someone
out there tonight

may know where he is.

We consulted a number of
profilers over those years

and they speculate that List

may have obsessive
compulsive disorder

and other associative disorders.

Control is very
important to this man.

Control can be ever so subtle,

often hidden behind the
pretense of help or advice,

suggestion, or even a joke.

Maybe there's someone
out there tonight

who may recognize this
key characteristic.

Interesting.

I know you mentioned that List

went to great pains
to cover his tracks,

he removed himself from
all family photographs

and wasn't particularly
a social person.

So it's very difficult for
you to obtain a photograph

for identification purposes.

That's right, we had one very,
very old photograph to go on,

but now, thanks to the work

of the esteemed forensic
artist Dave Brenton,

we have a bust of List's head,

which we have age progressed,

and should be able to
give the viewers a...

Holy shit!

I told you Dad, I told you!

Oh, oh shit!

Oh... shit.

We need to call the cops.

Whoa, let's not get hasty here.

What else are we gonna do?

Uh, maybe I could go over to him

and talk to him, make
sure it's really him.

Dad, are you crazy?

He's a mass murderer!

Okay, okay.

Let me call the cops.

Yeah, let them deal with it.

Okay, okay.

Dad?

Dad, the power's out.

Dad?

Shut up!

I just wanted to be left alone.

You just couldn't
leave me be, could ya?

You just had to keep
snoopin' around, didn't ya?

- Sorry.
- Shut up!

I didn't want it
to come to this.

I have no choice.

It's time to give you
up to the Almighty!

Stephanie.

Stephanie!

Steph?

Jimmy, hello?

Maybe they went out.

Steph struggles to get around,

so why would she go out

if she knew that we
were coming over?

Is he okay?

He's still breathing.

Um, go in there, call the cops.

I'm gonna make sure
that Steph's all right.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Oh shit!

Go Mel, call the cops!

Go, go!

You okay, kid?

Yeah, are you?

Nothin' a few stitches

and a couple of painkillers
won't take care of.

Steph!

Hey!

- Dad.
- Hey!

Dad!

Oh shit, oh
shit, oh shit...

You know, I've waited 18
years for this moment.

For the chance to be
face to face with you.

To ask you...

how you could do it?

The truth is, no
answer you can give

will help me sleep
better at night.

But what will help is knowing

you're gonna spend
the rest of your days

in an eight by nine cell.

And for every single
one of those days,

you'll be looking over
your shoulder in fear

of vigilante justice
at any moment.

You'll finally
know what it's like

to feel the terror your family
felt as you murdered them.

And, after all of that...

You'll still have hell
to look forward to.

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