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After three years of not winning a tournament,

veteran Tom Watson finally won the Open in San Antonio, Texas.

The veteran golfer is with us now.

- It's about time, right Tom? - That's true.

Though this year I haven't been playing very well.

And at last, I won this tournament.

Besides, it's a prize I hold dearly in my heart,

because I won it three years straight, 1972, 1973 and 1974.

Tom Watson takes the lead...

The first day's 65 strokes were fundamental, don't you think?

Yes, they raised my morale.

EDGE OF THE AXE

Gerald.

Hi, Bragg.

You left without a word and come back late.

- I had to go to Patterson this morning... - I don't want to know.

What do you have there, more gadgets to waste electricity?

The last bill left me shaking.

Don't worry, Bragg, this time all I brought are tools and some clothes.

They delivered one of those electronic devices this afternoon.

- A new computer? - I think so.

Great!

Oh, this is for you.

I want you to arrest him!

Relax, Trevor. Do you know who did it?

No, I don't know, but you'd find him if you looked for him.

I'm not looking for anyone.

Someone trespassing on your property doesn't authorize me to start a manhunt.

That lunatic decapitated a pig and put it in my bed!

Calm down, Trevor, it's not that bad.

How can you just sit there and do nothing?

I can't go around visiting corrals and henhouses

every time an animal turns up dead.

Do whatever it takes, just find the lunatic who's terrorizing my wife!

- That's what you're paid to do. - Listen to me carefully.

You come to my office cursing and talking nonsense

about some beheaded pig and God knows what else!

Here, go call somebody who gives a shit.

'Put a coin in today and tomorrow good luck will befall you.'

Come on!

Gerald! Come on, stop playing on that computer!

It's late!

Chill! I'm coming.

Goodbye, Bragg. I'm leaving.

Listen to this.

Yesterday afternoon a woman was murdered in Patterson.

She was ripped apart in a car wash tunnel.

That's horrible.

I'm going out with Richard, I'll grab a bite somewhere.

Before you go, turn off those machines you always leave on.

Right. If Mr. Broderick comes by,

give him the radio and charge him 24 bucks.

Hey, what do you think?

Horrid.

Then why did you buy it for me?

I didn't buy you anything.

For every hundred bucks you spend at Maycot,

they give you one of those beauties.

You know I love you.

All right, let's go.

You always keep me waiting half an hour.

Are you hungry? I'll take you somewhere.

What do we have today? Bedbugs, rats, cockroaches, ants?

This time we're not exterminating any vermin.

Then what am I doing here?

How's your nose today?

Oh, come on, man!

It's getting used to everything.

Great, then let's go to the bar.

Again?

Yes. Mike called last night saying something smells awful.

No wonder, his fat cook never takes a shower.

And that hot blonde at the bar, what was her name?

- Teresa? - No, no, Maria.

- Oh, Maria. - She's great.

Yes, that's right, her name was Maria.

I have a song, one two...

One, two, three, four!

Maria, Maria, I'll make you mine.

Maria, Maria, what a hottie, girl!

Maria, Maria, I'll make you mine.

Maria, Maria, I love you, darling.

No, we won't be needing that.

Hey, I thought you wouldn't show up.

Of course, Richard to the rescue!

- Hi. - Hello.

- New sign? - Yes, just last week.

- Well, where's the smell coming from? - The cellar.

We'll have to take a look.

It's not one of your tuna sandwiches, is it?

Anything's possible, maybe.

- I know what the problem is! - What?

It smells like shit.

We looked everywhere, in the ceiling crawl space,

the roof, in case it's a dead bird. Sometimes they nest there.

It could be a couple of dead rats buried under the floor.

The stench is much stronger here.

A couple of rats? I'd say thousands.

The smell is coming from up there.

It's disgusting!

- What's in here, Mike? - I use it for storage.

What do you store, shit?

Christ almighty.

The rats destroyed what was left of her.

Yes, she chose an isolated place to hang herself.

Sam, did you talk with the owner?

Yes, Mike will drop by the station tomorrow.

When was the last time you saw her?

A week ago.

Maria was a hard worker, she came from Patterson a few months ago.

Sam, find out where she worked in Patterson.

All right.

It's my first suicide here, we need to report it to the city.

They'll want us to investigate, you know.

- It was suicide, wasn't it? - I don't know, maybe.

- What do you mean, "maybe"? - Let's wait for the lab report.

Just a moment, Doctor...

Paddock has always been a sleepy town.

If not for a couple of brawls once in a while,

and a couple of thugs on their motorcycles.

Let's respect Maria's suicide wish

and leave it at that.

Doctor, don't complicate matters.

Just rule it a suicide and bury her.

- Mike, go to my office tomorrow. - Okay.

Sam, let's go.

Watch out!

Why?

You can't afford to crash your wife's car,

I can already hear her nagging.

She always says she won't lend it to me again.

When I go out with her, people think she's my mom.

How much older is your wife?

Too much.

Why did I marry her? She wasn't tall, fat, skinny or anything.

She was too old.

What are you saying?

She was too old.

The nice thing about Laura was her money and stock.

I didn't expect her to be this way when I married her.

She bought you a station wagon,

and made you exterminate cockroaches, bugs and rats.

Yes, though one of these days I'll spray her.

- Maybe she'll rejuvenate. - Maybe.

That's Susan, one of the owner's daughters.

She's coming to get you.

She's hot!

Hi.

- Are you here for Laura Simmons? - Yes, exactly.

She's still with my dad at the lake.

Would you like something to drink?

Well, yes, that'd be great, right Gerald?

We'll have two...

Two whats?

Well, two beers?

Two beers.

Of course, I'll be right back.

She's yours, she's all yours!

- Yes, but do me a favor. - What?

Drink your beer somewhere else.

Whatever you say.

Thanks.

My friend will stay in the car.

He had an accident some time ago, and...

What?

He has a plastic leg.

I recognized Laura's car. I didn't know she had a son.

She doesn't, I'm her husband.

Sorry.

It happens all the time. The wedding was like an accident.

Yes, I know.

What do you know?

About your accident.

My accident?

Well played.

Thanks.

You could say I'm a master.

- You missed a lot. - Yes, I didn't play that well.

And the program misses two beats every fourth frame.

Anyway, you wouldn't understand.

Are you from around here?

No, I'm not.

Where are you from?

I'm a monster.

A lake monster?

No, I'm a great monster.

We'd have to see about that.

You'll see.

Do you work in town?

No, I live at old Bragg's farm. I got here two weeks ago.

- What's your name? - Lillian.

Lillian?

And you work here?

Every summer, I help my dad.

I go to school in winter.

You know so much about these machines,

why can't anyone beat me at this?

I can beat you, even on this one.

You think? Let's play.

Bet as much as you want, I'll beat you.

As much as I want?

All right, go on.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

You're wonderful too.

I know because I am too.

Haven't you thought of going to New York and becoming a model?

- Every woman's dream. - You'd make it.

Susan! Tell Jimmy to come, we caught a dozen trout!

Jimmy, Dad wants you to go to the wharf.

I'd like to go fishing.

Why don't you show me your favorite spots?

It's not the best season.

I don't think you understand,

what matters is going out, you and I alone on the boat,

and no one knowing where we're going...

...to fish.

Let's help your wife.

Done.

I saw you talking to Nebbs' daughter.

She's a nice girl.

I should've guessed.

Don't start. Can't I talk to a girl without you getting mad?

You have no chance.

Besides, her father would kill you.

Speaking of Nebbs, is something bothering you, Laura?

God, Richard!

You went with him on the boat, now you like old men?

I'd rather not have this argument in front of your friend, okay?

Its name is Icarus, you can ask it anything.

It's amazing!

Not only does it follow instructions,

if the information you want isn't in its memory,

it automatically connects to the terminal.

Do you want something to drink?

Yes.

- Do you have a Coke? - Yes.

Thanks.

What about this other computer?

I used it before I bought Icarus. It's an old model.

Yes, I guess, but I think I like it better than Icarus.

It's much easier to use.

Here's an idea.

Why don't we install it in your house?

Gerald, I didn't say that so you'd give it to me.

No, I know.

But if it's going to be here, rotting away...

These games are much better than games in bars.

Besides, each game has multiple options you can choose from.

Can we get in touch whenever we want?

Of course, I can connect them both to a terminal.

Amazing!

Do you think I could ask Icarus something?

Yes, of course.

- What do I have to do? - Press the brown key.

The brown one? What else?

Ask it a question.

Don't look, turn around.

Is this the brown key?

Okay.

- Don't look! - No.

Okay now, I asked the question.

Now what do I do?

- Press the "answer" key. - Okay, what color is it?

It's brown too.

I see, I get it.

- I'll press it. - Good.

You did very well.

Now we have to wait for the computer...

Wait.

Wait, hey, what did you ask?

You probably don't want to know.

Why not? What did you ask? It says: 'incomplete data'.

What did you ask?

I asked if you were gay.

Hello?

Yes, just a moment.

Hey, Rita, there's a call for you!

Yes, it's Rita.

Nothing, waiting for your call.

Where?

All right, I'm on my way.

Oh, it's you. You scared the hell out of me.

Damn. I left my cigarettes in the bar.

Can I bum one?

What's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?

What are you doing?

Of course, Inspector.

The Railroad Office is right to ask us for a report.

Who was that woman?

Her name was Rita Miller, 29.

She came to Paddock a year ago.

She worked at Mrs. O'Brian's salon.

Rumor has it that she'd sleep with whoever paid.

- One hundred bucks. - One hundred bucks! She wasn't cheap.

No, but she was worth it.

Don't tell me, you too?

No, no.

My salary can't afford such luxuries.

Hey, Frank, I'll take this purse to the station.

Yes, look for prints.

- Marks on her body? - She was chopped into pieces.

She must've thrown herself on the tracks.

In this case, the engineer is adamant

the engine didn't run over anything here.

Maybe she was drunk or stoned, jumped on the tracks

and the last cars ran her over.

She might've been pushed, the cuts are clean and deep.

I don't know if a train would do that. I doubt it.

Inspector, don't let your imagination run wild.

Well...

The bar owner told me Rita got a call last night.

She left right away.

- For now, it's all we know. - Of course.

I assure you, we'll follow all leads.

For now, the report will say it was an accident.

I'll let you know if there's any news. Let's go.

Thank you.

This thing is fast!

It's not bad.

Someday I'll take you on Mach 2, and you'll see what speed is.

- Are you taking me to the fishing spots? - Of course.

My dad is away, he's taking a customer north of the lake.

There's no risk of him seeing us.

I'm not worried about your dad.

They found another woman that was hacked up.

Some maniac rips women apart with his axe.

It isn't you, is it?

No.

Well, as long as I'm with you, you have nothing to worry about.

Broderick, I went to the shop and they told me you were here.

- How are you, Frank? - Fine, thanks.

- I'd like to ask you some questions. - All right.

I guess you know what happened to Rita Miller last night.

Yes, the milkman's boy told me.

Broderick, were you involved with Rita?

Your number is in her address book.

Well, she loved causing trouble.

One night didn't give her the right to extort me.

I paid her what she asked.

- One hundred dollars. - Exactly.

And I told her not to ever come back to the store.

My wife was a bit suspicious.

I never saw her again. I'm sorry about her accident.

That's the problem, Broderick. It wasn't an accident.

We found blood stains on the old station's ticket window.

Rita Miller was brutally murdered

with something sharp and cutting.

Something similar to what you're holding.

We'll be in touch.

Hey! Jimmy, give me a hand! I brought something for Lillian.

Be careful, it's heavy.

Careful on the stairs.

Damn it!

A crazy architect must have built this house.

Totally. He should have stuck this staircase up his ass.

- You know how many doors it has? - I don't have a clue.

Twenty-nine, I think.

You aren't sure?

I always count one door too many, or miss a step.

This way.

This is Lillian's room.

Wow!

This is like being in a lighthouse.

That's why she chose this room.

She says she feels like a bird.

A bird that likes computers.

Don't talk to me about those devilish machines.

I always lose when I play with Lillian.

And when you play alone?

I still lose.

Icarus connected.

Access to Menu II.

No access.

What's happening, Gerald?

When are we going to start?

No access.

Gerald, are you home?

No access.

Gerald Martin's file.

Crimes.

Mirna Dobson, 31. Dead in Patterson car wash.

Mary West, 25. On the way from Patterson to Paddock.

Rita Miller, 29. Dead at old Patterson Station.

Sam, the situation is getting ugly.

Soon the press will be all over us.

Several journalists have come from Patterson.

Wow, they don't waste time.

Why do they always think they know more than the police?

They're all the same.

My mother died when I was eight.

What did your dad do with the two of you?

He took us to a boarding school at Cavendish.

I didn't last very long.

Why not?

I don't know, I was in an awkward phase.

I pretended to be in so much pain that I started to be sick for real.

I was sent back home, and several doctors saw me.

One day, my dad said he never wanted to see a doctor in his house again.

So I stopped taking all those pills and medicines.

Well done.

Dad was the best doctor I had.

You know, Gerald?

I love him so much.

Even if my mom were alive, I'd love him more than her.

Who do you love more, your dad or your mom?

I don't like talking about my parents.

I feel nothing for them.

You don't love them?

I neither love them or hate them.

I was raised to be independent.

I pity you.

Lillian, please, don't worry about me.

We all have problems, right?

- Hey, what's that? - This?

- Yes. - I have many more.

You can have it, do you want it?

Thank you, yes.

Now I look important with the name engraved on it.

Why do you keep the names of those dead women on your computer?

I also have a list of California car accidents and forest fires.

Don't you like statistics?

- Hi, Lillian. - Hi, Reverend.

- Are you coming to rehearsal today? - Yes, Reverend.

- Great. - Reverend Clinton, this is Gerald.

- Gerald, this is Reverend Clinton. - Hi.

A pleasure.

- See you, Lillian. - Bye.

- All right, let's go. - How about another drink?

No.

- Goodbye, Reverend. - Goodbye, Lillian.

We should go.

Something must be stuck on the propeller.

- Who is she? - Her name was Maureen Adams.

She worked in a psychiatric ward.

They keep coming.

How's it going with Laura?

Worse every day.

I think she's fooling around with Nebbs.

I don't understand why you're still with her.

What should I do? Kill her?

Why bother?

You should talk to the axe man. He'd love to take care of it.

That's not funny.

I'm sorry.

See you tomorrow?

No, I'm working tomorrow.

Okay, kill something for me.

- What about the gas station boy? - Bob Dallas? It seems he won't pay.

It's too late to collect.

With everything that's going on here,

I get a lump in my throat every time I cross the alley to go home.

This town has always been peaceful, we only have two cops.

And we've never needed them before.

I don't understand why they haven't caught that man yet.

I'm convinced the murderer is Joe Nebbs.

I don't know how you can say that.

Don't you know his name was in the address book

of the girl they found murdered by the railroad tracks?

Woman, every man's name was in that address book.

Yes, but Nebbs was the one who took that tourist fishing on his boat.

That's true.

Joe Nebbs was the last one to see her alive.

Ricky, Ricky!

Where are you?

The people of Paddock are still restlessly awaiting the outcome

of the police search in the area.

A series of brutal murders have been committed lately

by what appears to be a madman.

And now, international news.

I don't want to play tonight.

Why not?

I'm depressed and I have a headache.

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Scared of what?

I have to talk to you tonight. Can you come over?

Wait for me at the wharf.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

You know, but you don't want to tell me.

No, I just don't know how to explain it.

Try.

It's something that happened years ago,

when I was playing with Charlie.

Who's Charlie?

My cousin.

He'd come over a lot.

We were ten years old.

One day we were playing in the yard,

and Charlie got on the swing.

Charlie got on the swing?

Then what?

I started pushing him.

He told me to stop, but I kept on.

I pushed him higher... and higher.

I can imagine your cousin flying through the air.

Yes.

He fell off the swing and broke his skull.

They tell me he's still in the hospital.

It's been six years

and I'm still waiting for my dad or uncle to say something.

Are you afraid of him?

I programmed the computer to open hospital records and look for my cousin.

And?

There was only one Nebbs.

He was discharged from a mental hospital two years ago.

Your cousin has bounced back, he's a normal kid.

That's not what's bothering me.

What's bothering you?

I had a dream the other night.

Charlie came to me, smiling.

Did that scare you?

He was carrying an axe.

He said he was going to kill me.

- Reverend Clinton. - Hi, Frank.

Good afternoon. I wasn't expecting you. Can I help you?

Yes...

Reverend, I've heard the choir has improved tremendously.

- Congratulations. - I choose the songs we sing.

Caplin does the arrangements.

- Who? - Christopher Caplin.

Christopher Caplin?

He just drove back to Patterson.

He was rehearsing not long ago.

- He helps Mrs. Bixby with all that. - Yes, Mrs. Bixby.

That's what I came to talk about. Was she at choir practice last night?

No.

Maybe she didn't feel well, she sometimes has headaches. She'll be here later.

No, I'm sorry. She won't be coming today or tomorrow.

Mrs. Bixby is dead.

A neighbor found her body a couple of hours ago.

We think she died last night.

Mrs. Bixsby is dead?

I'm sorry to bring you such bad news.

By the way, where were you the other night?

The other night?

I had to go to Palmville to check some video games.

And there I was, like an idiot, at the computer!

Something wrong?

- Do I look like something was wrong? - What do I know?

You'd better take the computer away.

Why?

I think it's mechanizing our friendship too much.

- Hey, if I bore you... - You don't bore me!

I like you very much.

I just feel...

What do you feel?

You're always so mysterious.

We only just met a few days ago.

To me, it seems much longer.

That's why I trust you.

Well, you shouldn't.

Hey, forget what I said. I'll push you over!

- Try and see if you can. - Of course I can, I'm strong.

Charlie!

What's wrong?

I thought you were Charlie.

Don't worry, it's okay.

- Let's go, okay? - Okay.

Do you want to go for a ride?

Or do you have to go to choir practice?

No, take me home.

My dad will be there, waiting for me.

You don't know him, do you?

It's better this way.

People don't usually like me.

You should trim your hair a bit back here.

Shall we?

Gerald, how did you get this scar?

In a motorcycle accident a couple of years ago.

Hold on tight.

'And when the corrupt becomes crooked,

'and the mortal becomes immortal,

'then we can say what is written.

'Death has become victory.

'Oh, death, where is thy wound?

'Oh, earth, where is victory?'

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I was here.

You seem lost and hopeless.

Poor thing.

I was going to town, and it started raining.

I came here to shelter from the rain.

Bragg told me to come in and wait for you.

Then, Bragg left and...

Bragg always plays poker with his friends on Monday nights.

You're soaked!

- So are you. - Are you cold?

Yes.

Take that off and put these on.

Until your clothes are dry.

Here, put these on.

Thank you.

- Do you want some hot coffee? - Yes, thank you.

Lillian, what were you looking for on the computer?

I wanted to find out about Portland University.

What kind of information?

My friend Lisa, who lives in Portland, called me this morning

saying there are a few openings in Medicine next semester.

Did you find anything?

No, there's no information.

Brian Carpenter, Psychiatrist, St. John's Hospital.

Santa Monica, California.

Why did you lie to me?

I see you caught me.

I'm sorry, I didn't feel like telling you right now.

Exactly what were you looking for?

I want more information about Charlie.

I asked my dad about him this morning.

What did he say?

That he's dead.

But I know it isn't true.

Charlie is alive.

It feels like what's going on around here has to do with him.

Why do you say that?

Because almost all the murdered women

had worked at a mental hospital.

Didn't you notice?

It's not raining anymore, I'll take you home.

I saw the psych ward's list of doctors and nurses.

One of the doctor's name is Philip Martin.

Is he your father?

Come on, let's go.

You didn't answer me.

Is Dr. Martin your father?

Philip Martin married my mom two years after my dad died.

Insisting on those investments has been suicide.

I warned you twice about the risk.

Give me my balance.

I'm broke.

I'm afraid so, Mrs. Simmons.

Laura...

bankers bring more disappointment than money.

I've lost everything.

Don't worry, you're still a beautiful woman.

But poor.

Money isn't everything.

Everyone will turn their backs on me, even Richard.

He won't stay long when he finds out.

Move over!

Christopher.

Christopher?

My God.

Christopher?

Christopher? Christopher?

What's up, Richard, no cockroaches today?

- Laura is missing. - What?

She's gone.

- Maybe she's at the lake house. - I was just there. No one has seen her.

She didn't come home last night, a suitcase and clothes are gone.

All right, she left you.

You wanted to leave her anyway. Weren't you sick of her?

You don't understand, if she ran away with someone,

it isn't adultery, it's a con.

I went to the bank and there isn't a penny in the account.

She took everything, including the car.

Come on, let's go, let's grab some beers.

I can't, I'm going out with Lillian tonight.

Her father is in Patterson with Susan.

You're obsessing over that girl and computer games.

You'll end up with microchips for brains!

Gerald.

Have fun.

Have a lot of sex.

Hand me those sheets.

Yes, Mr. Nebbs?

Yes, I can hear you better now.

You were saying that you're still in Patterson.

Yes, we'll be home late. I don't want Lillian going home alone.

Could you ask the Morgans to take her home?

I think they're gone.

But don't worry, I'll take her.

Thank you, Reverend.

Hold on. I'll get your daughter.

- How's it going with the motorcycle guy? - Gerald is so sweet.

He must be, you're with him all the time.

- It's true. - Lillian, your dad's on the phone.

- Bye, Lillian. - Bye, girls.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodbye, Reverend.

- Reverend Clinton. - What is it, Sam?

Jimmy, the black man that works with Mr. Nebbs,

found the bodies of a man and a woman in the woods.

We identified the woman, it's Mrs. Simmons.

No, it can't be true.

The man doesn't have an ID on him, we don't know who he is.

The Sheriff thinks you can help.

This was in his pocket.

Yes, Dad.

Don't worry, Jimmy will be with me.

I have to go, they're turning the lights off.

All right, Dad. Goodbye, see you.

Mathilda, where's Reverend Clinton?

The Deputy came to see him.

He said for you not to go, wait for him here.

He'll be back in about half an hour.

Thank you.

Hi, Mary Poppins, what are you doing here all alone?

Waiting for Reverend Clinton to drive me.

- Get in, I'll take you. - Really?

- Of course. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Who found the body?

Jimmy, the kid who works with Mr. Nebbs.

Do you recognize this man, Reverend?

Yes.

It's Christopher Caplin, the music teacher.

I thought so.

You have two more.

I'll take care of the bodies. You'll get my report tomorrow.

That damn son of a bitch!

Sorry, Reverend.

Seven murders in just over two weeks.

Six women, and now a man.

This town smells like death.

It's overwhelming.

Yes, overwhelming.

Thank you, Reverend, that'll be all. Deputy Sam will take you home.

Don't worry, I'll take the shortcut. I'll get there faster on foot.

Be careful.

The Lord will keep me safe.

Frank, I found this under the woman's body.

Yarrie Bay?

Nebbs gives these away at his wharf.

This could clear up many things.

Before going back to town, we'll drop by Nebbs'.

I'm scared.

Gerald, please, answer me!

Gerald, come on, enough is enough.

Answer me!

Jimmy? Is that you, Jimmy?

Charlie?

Charlie, is that you?

I'm not Charlie.

Charlie doesn't exist.

You made him up.

You are Charlie.

What?

No!

No, I'm not Charlie!

- Open up! - Stay away!

Now you listen to me.

No one knows about your clinical record, right?

- You hid it well. - Let me go!

Listen to me!

I found out the truth.

You gave me the lead

when you searched on my computer

looking for people whose last name is Nebbs!

The information you found is your own, when you were hospitalized!

In Patterson! Look!

- Look at it! - No!

'Lillian Nebbs

'Admitted into the psych ward at age eight.

'Fell off a swing,

- 'which caused amnesia!' - Let me go!

- Look, you have to know everything! - No!

Look at it!

'Diagnosis: brain and cranium injury.'

No! No!

- 'Lillian Nebbs.' - No.

'Diagnosis: acute psychopathy.'

And then, at the hospital, during recovery,

- Charlie was born. - Charlie?

You had to destroy your past.

You made him up to help you cope.

Shut up, I don't want to listen to you!

Look at this!

'Sara Elliot, psychiatrist.'

You killed her because she decided to hospitalize you.

'Mirna Dobsons, traumatology.'

- Your doctor at Cavendish! - No!

'Mary West, waitress.'

'Catherine Trevor, nurse.'

The nurse who took care of you.

'Maurine Adams, encephalograms.'

No.

'Rita Miller, hairdresser.'

You killed her because she slept with your father.

- No, I didn't do it! - Keep reading! 'Laura Simmons.'

You killed her because she wanted to marry your father.

'Anne Bixby.'

Can't you see?

You are Charlie.

Soon you'll understand,

- where you can't harm anybody else. - But...

We can start over,

without Charlie...

or dead people. Do you understand?

Don't worry, Lillian, everything will be all right.

I'm with you.

You'll be cured soon.

Cured forever.

I love you, Lillian, I love you.

You're crazy. You won't fool me like you fooled everyone else.

You are Charlie!

What are you saying? Drop that.

You're sick!

You need help, I'll help you.

Murderer!

Don't do it, Lillian! You are Charlie!

Stop it!

Stop! Stop!

No.

It's me, Gerald.

Don't you remember?

- Listen to me. - I hate you!

Listen to me!

- Lillian, please, it's me! - No!

It's Gerald. We'll go away.

We'll get out of here. Please.

I... I'll help you.

No.

- I'll help you. - No.

No! No!

- No, no! - Lillian!

- Lillian! - No! No!

- Come back! - No!

- They'll take you away! - Nebbs' daughter!

- He's carrying an axe! - Stop, drop it!

Don't shoot, Sam!

It's okay.

Calm down.

It's over.

There will be no more deaths in Paddock.