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Oh... hey... what are you doing out here?

Deep breaths now, Evelyn.

And stay very still.

This is very bad, but it can always get worse.

Girls like you

just don't know what you've got

till it's all gone.

What do you got?

A signed first edition of Wuthering Heights.

I'm more of a Jane Eyre person myself.

Do you want it or not?

Let me see.

No, I'm... I'm gonna need more than this.

I'm trying to get out of this place.

What else you got?

Nothing.

Oh. No, you got somethin'.

No. No, not this time.

Jesus, Kit! I said no!

Go on, Cherry Pop... just try to get outta here.

You're late.

I got rent.

How?

Cleaning houses.

You want it? Or you want to go live in the van again?

What?

Nothing.

I like what you've done with your face.

She's a great girl.

Isn't she?

The moment she was born, I knew she was special...

I looked at her little face,

all slimy and speckled with blood,

and I told her, "You are so special."

You feel me?

Gene!

Gene!

Dad. Dad.

So how was your day?

I left work early

so I could get lunch with your mom.

How was your day?

My chemistry teacher got fired

for that thing that happened last spring

which I didn't tell you about.

What did you and Mom talk about at lunch?

We talked about how your birthday

is coming up, and what we're gonna get you.

Your mom's got a great gift idea.

You're going to love it.

Can I get a hint?

Nope. Don't go trying to find it.

You know how she likes to hide things.

You know how she hides.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Nobody.

Get the fuck out of here!

I counted that money.

It's all there!

There was extra,

so I thought I might order a pizza.

Okay.

Is that my dress you are wearing?

No. This is my dress.

Can I try it on?

Let me try on that dress!

Thanks for the ride, Mister...

Who's that girl back there?

Her name is Lejend with a J.

You like her?

She dates someone older.

An out-of-towner.

She's pretty.

She's all right.

You're pretty too.

Very pretty.

You know, I probably won't see you again after tonight.

All of it.

I don't know what to do with her.

Please, Hildie. Help me.

She'll be 18 next week. You know what that means.

I can't. I... I can't do this right now.

I'm not myself.

Does she know anything at all?

She's been asking about

her mother again lately.

What did you tell her

about her mother?

Girls go missing all the time.

Gone and never ever found... especially new moms...

I ju... I just need some time to sort myself out.

Put her on the train.

I'll meet her at the station. You pull yourself together.

You're early. Or maybe I'm late.

Either way, I wanted to meet you at the station.

You should not be walking around here alone, Jonquil.

My friends call me Johnny.

We are not friends.

You look so much like your mother.

I wouldn't know.

What did Gene tell you about this arrangement?

Just that I had to come here and stay with you

while he pulls himself together or whatever.

He's such a fuck up.

You don't think he's trying his best?

He's not trying. He's not trying at all.

What about you?

I try.

I try really hard.

You'll be 18 soon.

Next week. I had plans.

What kind of plans?

I don't know. It was going to be a surprise.

I have a surprise for you too.

And a cake.

I hate cake.

Well, you haven't had my cake.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I just... I just bit my tongue.

Any allergies?

No.

Any medications?

No.

Any family history of debilitating

or life-threatening bodily ailments?

I think there might be something

very wrong with Gene.

Who is Gene?

My dad.

He's just never seemed all that comfortable.

Comfort is overrated.

Where's your mother?

Not in the picture.

You wear glasses...

No.

You need glasses.

No, I don't.

Read that.

Line 11, please.

P-E-Z-O-L-C-F-T-D.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

You have the eyes of someone much older.

You'll need a note from a cardiologist

if you want to play sports.

- Why? - Your heart condition.

I don't have a heart condition.

Murmurs aren't very serious,

but I've never heard one like yours.

It's like you have two hearts,

at least, if not three.

When was the first day of your last menstruation?

Um... yesterday.

Are you sexually active?

What do you mean by that, exactly?

Are you currently or consistently

engaged in behavior that includes

any part of your body

coming into intimate contact

with another person's body?

Skin on skin?

- Yes. - Tongues?

- Yes. - Fingers?

- Yes. - Head?

Yes! Yes. All of that.

Everything private.

Are you doing any of that?

What if I am?

You would be assigned a counselor.

Okay, then no.

Can you prove it?

For sure.

One last question.

Are you popular?

On a scale of "no one would miss you if you disappeared"

to "everyone would do anything

just to be you even for just one day."

No one would ever want to be me.

Gold star.

You must give what you get.

Synchronize.

Mirror your partner exactly.

If they stop breathing, you stop breathing.

I'm trying to talk to the one

with the long blonde hair.

Aviva.

But all the other ones are available.

Argh.

What's for lunch?

It's, uh... dead rabbit.

You gonna keep it?

How can I?

You need a coat hanger?

You got one?

I saw you this morning.

Second period AP Trig.

You're new.

That teacher got my name wrong.

Yeah, well, he does that with all the girls.

You didn't have to wait for me.

Yes, I did. Why were you late?

I was with the school nurse.

She got kind of personal.

How did you do?

Gold star.

- Really? - Yep.

Does cunnilingus still count?

- Yep. - What a shame.

This fucking uniform doesn't fit.

I felt so stupid at school today.

I stayed in the bathroom most of the day.

I know. How did you tolerate the smell?

I got used to it.

I got blood on the rug.

It's okay.

It's nothing.

It's tough to get out but I can do it.

This is exactly where you should be, you know.

Is it familiar?

No.

Not at all?

Why should it be?

You've been here before.

I'll be right back.

Girls, girls, girls...

I could have a daughter your age.

A young and vulnerable pet,

just like any one of you.

I wish I could protect you. Hold you away from harm.

Such a cruel world.

You girls are so vibrant and full of potential,

with not one real care or concern.

You're not prepared for what might happen next.

Danger lurks around every corner.

Your survival depends on you and only you.

Ha!

Assume that you are not ever safe.

Now for you girls, in particular,

today will begin a series of training sessions

which will include basic self-defense

and other general survival skills.

Now... Let's play prisoner, huh?

Code Massacre.

Level Bloodbath.

I repeat, Code Massacre. Level Bloodbath.

Proceed as though this is an actual emergency.

Escape!

Evade! Engage!

You are being tested.

You are being timed.

You're going to get us all killed!

You are not safe. Some of you will not survive.

Stay calm and do not think about

friends or family in other rooms;

They may already be dead.

Escape! Evade! Engage!

Most of you are going to die today!

Who oh! You're dead.

All four of you are dead.

That's four dead in Mrs. Danver's classroom!

Hi, Principal Burke.

Girls, girls, girls.

I have to put all four of your names in my report.

This is the second time you three

have been killed this semester.

Have you ever been shot here at school before today?

No.

Well, this news is going to be

very disappointing for your parents.

Escape! Evade! Engage!

The last time I got gunned down,

my mom grounded me for a week.

Me too.

My parents are gonna slaughter me

for getting killed again.

Fuck! This is all your fault.

I can fix it.

You can fix it?

I find that guy's report, I take the report,

I change the report, I return the report.

Why would you help us?

This is strictly business.

Be back here tomorrow with cash,

or else you're dead

again.

Stay out of my stuff.

This is not your stuff.

You want me to give it back?

I want you to eat it.

Eat what?

Pick something and eat it.

No!

What you did was stupid and selfish.

Trust me, a girl like you

cannot afford to be stupid and selfish.

No one is going to miss any of this!

Would you prefer that I pick something for you?

Stay out of my stuff.

Not a chance.

Do I look normal to you?

Absolutely not.

I mean, do I look the same as I did yesterday?

I feel weird

weirder.

I mean, yesterday, you were the victim

of a fake mass murder,

but otherwise, you look the same to me.

That's new.

Hm. My great-aunt gave it to me.

I live with her now.

What did you tell her

about your clothes from yesterday?

She didn't notice.

Yeah. Mine didn't notice either.

Me neither.

Fuck me! My mom noticed right away.

She was furious at first.

So I had to lie to her

and told her I fought off an attacker.

She's obsessed with those missing girls.

She stayed in my bed with me last night, sobbing.

That's fucking disgusting.

Jesus! Girls go missing all the time.

I mean, what's the big deal?

They're gonna ruin everything.

They're gonna ruin everything?!

If I start to cry now, I might not stop.

I can't eat

which normally would be awesome, of course.

I imagine them lost, then found.

Living, then dead. Evelyn...

Darby, April P.

You're right.

Girls go missing all the time.

I'm sure they're fine.

And what about us?

Are we okay?

Did you fix that thing from yesterday

like you said you would?

Did you bring the cash?

Is that my lipstick you're wearing?

Hatchet Wound.

Pussy Galore.

Happy birthday.

Aren't you gonna sing?

I only know one song by heart,

but I don't like to sing it alone.

You can make a wish, but you should know

I already made one for you.

It's a tradition.

That seems cruel.

You have no idea.

Cake?

No. Thanks.

"You can make a wish, but you should know

that I have already made one for you."

What the fuck?

You owe me a new toilet.

What was in that cake?

It's an old family recipe. Tell me what happened.

I was in the bathroom, of course.

I got dizzy.

Then I heard this girl crying out for me

from like, miles away.

She was pulling me closer and closer.

Help me.

I couldn't get to her though.

I couldn't help her.

We have to find that girl.

Maybe we should call somebody.

Don't call anyone, ever.

You're not going to die from this.

What is this?

I call it Forevering.

It's profound spectral empathy.

You are one in a long line.

We are proxies, surrogates, mimics,

mirrors. We turn, we fake,

we follow, we bend,

we shift, we shape, we tune way in.

Am I contagious?

No. It's the other way around.

A kind of... possession in reverse.

We are women feeling all the feelings.

Why us?

It's not just us. There are others.

Some we know. Others we don't know.

And we can pass it along,

but that must be done very judiciously.

It's a very powerful gift

handed down to the women in this family

on their 18th birthday.

It would have happened to you without the cake.

That's just fuel for the fury.

What can you do?

I'm quite something

ferocious, repulsive, magnificent.

I've been buried alive twice.

What about my mom? What was she like?

Mm... a fiend's fiend.

Still?

Still.

Is this going to keep happening to me?

Forever and ever.

"The neural basis may be a cell that reacts

"both when a particular action

"is performed and when it is observed.

"As for understanding the functional significance

"of mirror neurons,

that journey has only just begun."

Oh, hey.

What are you doing out here?

There you are. You fucking bitch!

You lied to us about fixing that report.

We're all still dead. We want our money back.

I had to give Hildie your money

to replace her toilet.

But I... I can pay you back.

In cash?

Not exactly. What else do you want?

I can get you anything else you want.

Booze, shoes, jewelry,

makeup, whatever.

What's that smell?

I don't know.

It's Evelyn. She smells just like Evelyn.

Code Pink. Pale Pink.

All senior girls report to the gym immediately.

What's new with you?

Mm. I didn't have any lunch money today,

so I sold my underwear to the student teacher

for Civic Engagement.

The blood-stained ones.

I charged double.

That's not what I meant.

It's weird.

It's only been a couple of days

and I've watched my face turn into another face.

My voice was her voice too.

And I could feel her blood leaving her body.

And she's alive.

I just don't know where she is.

I don't feel like you're in any pain.

I'm not in pain, but I'm not all that interested

in feeling all the feelings.

I don't mind being me.

You're still you.

All the feelings are not your feelings.

Not yet.

I've inherited turbo-charged empathy.

I'm like super sensitive now.

So it's kind of uncomfortable.

It's been different for each of us.

Emotional basket-case is a tremendous asset though,

and when harnessed can be quite an efficient weapon.

Show me how to use it.

You're going to have to figure this out on your own.

You'll learn it. You'll learn to work it.

You may or may not learn to like it.

It's evolved and mutated

so you can surely do tricks that no one else can do.

There are some limitations, of course.

Like I said, that's for you to figure out for yourself.

For me, it requires reasonable proximity

and a clear path.

If you can see me, I can feel you.

Does my dad know anything about this?

I don't know exactly what your dad knows.

Have you talked to him?

I call. He doesn't answer.

I'd fear me...

I'd fuck me...

She's nothing like you.

I didn't expect that.

Have you talked to her?

I call. She doesn't answer.

What do I do?

Get real. You get really real.

She's here with me and we're going through it.

You've got to pull yourself together.

That was the deal.

Let's try it again, from the top.

I wasn't paying attention.

- Okay, do it again. - So, it's up.

Up.

- Cross. - Cross.

Hit and out.

You're late.

Where the fuck is Aviva?

Kirk was supposed to drop her off.

Who the fuck is Kirk?

He's so cute.

He plays football and basketball and baseball.

And he's a good kisser.

He uses his tongue. I heard.

Okay. Well, we're gonna have to do this without Aviva.

The family just left. Are you sure about the alarm?

Yeah. My dad's not scheduled to fix it

till like next weekend.

Okay, I'm gonna go in.

You two stay out here.

If anything happens, you know what to do.

Okay.

And I have the list of shit that you want.

After tonight, we're even?

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Okay. Come on. - Okay, let's go.

Okay.

Right here

cross.

Ace.

What are you two doing out here?

There's a new curfew.

Earlier today, we found one of the girls... dead.

We think it's Evelyn Tufts,

but her eyes and teeth are missing

along with her scalp.

It wasn't my idea.

Wasn't my idea either.

Why don't you two girls get in the car?

Come on, get in the car.

We've got spirit, yes, we do.

We've got spirit, how about you?

I've got spirit,

- yes, I do. - I do.

I've got spirit

how about you?!

Hey.

The back door's still open.

You okay?

What do you mean by okay?

You see what happened out here?

What happened out there?

I apprehended a prowler.

A girl. A dangerous one. She got away.

There's a dangerous girl out there somewhere?

Stay inside tonight.

Hey, I'm Elektra.

I already know your name. I asked around.

I thought you might need a doctor,

but seems like you've already stopped bleeding.

That's somethin'.

Would it be okay if I stayed with you?

Yeah.

What'd your parents say?

I told my aunt that I was having a sleepover

with a new friend.

Will your parents care that I'm here?

If my mom even notices you,

she'll just ask where you live,

what your parents do.

Anyway, they'll be out for a while.

They went to a party for the Mensahs.

They just bought a new house. It has an indoor pool.

Mrs. Mensah just got this thing done to her face

that my mom really wants,

so she and my dad went to get a closer look.

They aren't really friends, though.

These grownups just get shit-faced

and complain about their kids.

Who would complain about you?

Well, my mom will say that I'm spoiled and bitchy.

My dad won't correct her.

You still need that coat hanger?

No.

Are you gonna freak out again?

Oh, I am definitely going to freak out again.

What is this?

What does it look like?

A mouthful of strawberry bubblegum and Red Hots,

chewed down, spit out, and drying up?

It's my miscarriage.

I was gonna bury it in the backyard last night.

Take this from me,

that is not something you should do alone.

Well, he doesn't know anything about it.

Your boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.

He's just some guy that I tutor

in math and chemistry.

He's cute... for a boy.

He plays football and basketball and baseball.

He's a good kisser.

Kirk with the tongue?

Do you know him?

Do you want to talk about it?

We usually meet at the library.

But this time, we met at his house.

His parents were gone,

and so, we drank a couple beers.

I dunno, I think I just wanted to get it over with,

you know, see what all the fuss was about.

Like if dick only happens for me once,

it might as well be with him.

And?

It was not totally terrible, but dick is not for me.

Afterwards, Kirk just kind of passed out,

so I decided to walk home.

And as soon as I left his house,

a man started following me.

I couldn't really make out the details of his face,

but he may have been wearing a mask,

like a mask that looks like a face.

And I could see at the end of the street,

there was a cop car, so I started walking toward it,

like faster and faster, even though fuck cops,

but the man started walking faster too.

When I finally reached the cop car,

my whole body just heaves forward.

The cop looks up, we lock eyes and then

it happened.

The man grabbed you and knocked you out

and shoved you into the cop car?

I barfed.

It was an explosion of barf.

That cop was the same cop from last night.

Did he recognize you?

There was something in the way he asked,

"Are you okay?"

Aviva was supposed to show last night

but the other girls said that she was with Kirk.

Kirk hooked up with Darby and April P.

Before they disappeared, too.

Hey, did you hear that they found Evelyn?

He was with her too.

She was really hacked up, I guess.

Even her eyes were gone.

Like... everyone wanted her eyes.

You and me, we should talk to Kirk,

find out what he knows.

Evelyn, Darby, April P. And now Aviva.

Aviva?!

Where is she, pretty boy?

Where are all those girls?

I don't know!

Help me! Help me!

No. Ow.

If you... I'm sorry.

I think... I think if we...

It's not... I think I don't like that.

God!

I told you already to shut the fuck up.

You're gonna ruin your face

and you are nothing without that face.

I didn't speak for six weeks

after my last procedure. This, hm?

No scarring.

Now, I need more of everything,

so put an order in,

and file it under health and wellness.

What do you do with all that stuff?

No more talking.

Remember, girls

if you run, be prepared to run forever.

And if you get knocked down, stay down,

keep quiet, and don't cry.

Noise and movement can provoke

and incense the attacker.

What is bad can always get worse.

Do you think this will help?

It can't hurt.

Watch what they do with their mouths

the biting and screaming might be an issue.

All right now.

Concentrate on the fear and pain you live with

every moment.

Let it... paralyze you.

The paralysis...

Who are you?

No one you know.

Are you so sure?

Okay, girls. Go, run... go, go.

Run for your lives. Run!

Okay, we've got like five hours

until my mom realizes her car is missing.

She just passed out, so that'll be two hours,

then she'll be groggy for another hour.

And then she'll, I don't know, take a shower,

scarf-n-barf leftovers or jack off.

Or all of those.

Oh, there he is. There he is.

I do not want to go in there.

Me neither.

How are we supposed to find him out there?

They're all the same person.

Well, he's different. He's not a total douche bag.

He's just kind of a dickhead.

I know those missing girls...

I was with them all

right before they disappeared.

But I don't know what has happened to them,

and I don't know where they are,

and I'm freaking out!

Oh, my god. Pull your shit together.

If you didn't do anything, you didn't do anything.

But someone's paying attention to your playlist.

So what do I do?

You need to put me on that playlist.

We are going to fake like we are into this.

And if we do it right, afterward,

I will be savagely attacked and abducted.

I really don't want to do this.

Trust me.

I don't know you like that.

Babe.

Trust... me.

How do you do that?

Are you... What... what are you?

I am nobody like everyone else

except I know exactly how you are feeling right now.

We have to keep it cool.

So... this is your secret spot?

One of them.

Well, where do you go?

I don't have dates.

Because you're terrifying?

Dates are too much work.

I'd rather just get to the good stuff.

Skip all the walking and talking

and whatever else people do on dates.

I don't mind the talking and walking, actually.

Why do you date so many girls?

Girls are just... so fucking awesome.

So you got any moves?

Let me see.

You want to see my moves?

Give me your hand.

I'm going to write something on your palm,

and you have to try to guess what it is.

Close your eyes.

I heard you're a good kisser.

You know what to do with your tongue.

I am.

I do.

Prove it.

Are you trouble?

No. No trouble at all.

Then why are the cops here?

Hi, Dad.

Jesus, Kirk.

I've been driving around for an hour looking for you,

and I called.

It went straight to voicemail.

This isn't your usual spot.

Who's your friend?

We go to school together. She's new.

You look sort of familiar to me, New Girl.

Let me give you a ride home.

- I can take her home. - Nope.

You need to go pick up your stepmom.

Clinic called. Her eyes are swollen shut.

Said she's gonna look like a teenager

but she can't drive.

Why can't you get her?

She's not talking to me right now.

Come on. I'll take you home.

I'll call you later for a do-over?

Sit up front.

The back seat smells like barf.

What happened to your face?

You should see the other guy.

Isn't that what people say when the other guy won?

Well, this was some kind of other guy,

and she didn't win.

She?

More like an it.

What the fuck just happened?

We gotta try again tomorrow.

Well, you just let her go?

I know that cop. We should follow them.

She's fine. That's my dad. He's gonna take her home.

Thanks for the ride.

I'll wait till you get inside.

Hey.

You get a gold star.

You still owe me from the last one.

Marcy doesn't like her neck

and she found a clinic that will fix it as an outpatient.

But they only take cash.

Deep breaths,

and stay very still.

This is very bad, but it... It can always get worse.

The first time is excruciating,

but I advise you not to cry.

There is nothing less desirable in this ugly world

than a young girl in tears.

What?

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck are you gonna do to me?

No more talking!

I don't have any money. I'm just some girl.

Shut the fuck up!

Fuck you!

You act like you like it.

You act like you like me.

Now, try to relax...

I am about to take advantage of you.

Get in here. Get in here.

Get in here.

Be quiet. Please.

You're safer under here.

He's watching and listening.

Aviva.

And Darby.

April P.

You're all here.

Except Evelyn.

They took her out a few days ago.

She hasn't come back.

Evelyn is dead.

I heard she was scalped and skinned.

He took everything he could from her.

He's gonna do that to us too.

This is a chop shop.

We're being stripped for parts.

When he calls you out of here, you just go.

When you're out there with him,

no matter what, don't fucking cry.

What happens if you cry?

He'll take your tongue.

I'd fear me...

I'd fuck me...

How long has this been going on for?

Too long.

April P. And Darby need a doctor.

I think their wounds are infected.

My fucking god. You two look terrible.

We have to get out of here.

How? There's only one way in and one way out.

We're already as good as gone forever.

I miss my mom.

I'd fuck me...

Do you have one of these?

I have two, both at the base of my spine.

What happens if... If you pull it out?

Evelyn pulled hers out.

It was like a fountain of blood.

I'm not sure if she knew that would happen

or if she was trying to die.

We are all going to survive this.

But you have to help me get this thing out.

How the fuck is that going to help?

Fountain of blood.

On three, yank this out.

Stay under here until I say,

"Code Massacre, Level Bloodbath."

Right?

One, two, three.

No!

Code Massacre...

Level Bloodbath!

- Come on. - Which way?

I don't know. I don't know.

Just fucking go. Go!

Oh, my god. That's my dad.

That's my dad's van.

Get in the van. Get in the van.

That's my dad's van. Who the fuck are you?!

Girls, come on. Get in!

- Oh, my god. - Come on. Come on. Come on.

Get in the van. Get in!

- Is this all of you? - Yes.

Okay.

Oh, girls. What must you have been through?

Oh. Oh, you smell so bad.

How did you find us?

I didn't. She did.

I have a very keen sense of smell.

Who is she?

Your mother.

I owe you an explanation.

What happened back there?

Code Massacre... Level Bloodbath.

I pulled this out of his chest.

I was aiming for his heart.

This used to be my room.

There is a big bloodstain on the mattress.

Your birth was complicated.

I had a C-section.

My incision came open on day five.

I came in here to change my underwear

and stood up and came apart like a bean burrito.

I bled all over everything.

Why are you wearing my clothes?

My other clothes don't fit.

I haven't been myself for a long while.

What do I call you?

Jean. Same as before, but with a J.

Or you can call me Mom.

We don't know each other like that.

You were hit by a car when you were five.

You were... you were going after an ice cream truck

for a push-up.

You were in a body cast for months

and you missed the part of first grade

where you learn to tell the time.

Seventh grade, you asked all the teachers

to call you Jennifer.

And you had two best friends named Lana.

Onions irritate your stomach,

and peaches make your tongue feel fat.

You like the smell of gasoline

and the way I sing,

but you never let me sing.

I've been right with you your whole life.

I just looked like someone else.

How? Why?

Who were you?

Combination of a few guys I knew

around the time you were born.

When I turned 18, I practiced constantly.

Not just tuning in other people

but actually becoming them

passing entirely as someone else.

You were hiding from me for all of these years.

I'm sorry.

I just meant to hide from your father.

Our relationship was

was a cruel experiment to him.

I didn't think he could dislike someone more than me

until you were born.

So then we vanished.

But I knew he'd come after us.

So I did what I could.

He was looking for a single Black mom,

not a single white dad.

I didn't expect to like it so much.

No lingering looks, no come-ons, no

no unwanted touching. No unwanted anything.

But then I saw you becoming a teenager.

And I watched it all happening to you.

And I didn't just watch, I-I-I could feel everything.

Over the past few years,

the only time I haven't been in terrible pain

is when I've been knocked out.

And I was afraid you'd go looking for me.

I was wrong to hide.

And I certainly haven't healed.

I wish I could say I did the best I could.

It wasn't that awful.

You weren't that much worse than the other dads I know.

And how's Hildie been?

A fiend's fiend.

You're gonna be okay. You're all going to be okay.

Growing bodies are highly regenerative,

especially yours.

The only thing adults really appreciate about young people

is their ability to bounce back.

We still don't know who he is, where he lives.

Once we got out, we just started running

and didn't look back.

Thanks for coming to get me.

It's not easy for me to be back here.

I have a feeling your dad is here somewhere.

He's a monster.

So am I.

You're special. You're so fucking special.

Do you feel me?

I feel you.

Settle down.

Settle down!

Please.

As you know, we are here this afternoon

to honor these brave young women,

who recently survived an unspeakable ordeal.

They were tortured and brutalized,

and narrowly escaped.

We can only hope that with time,

they will be able to put this all behind them,

pretend the whole thing never happened,

and go on to live long and decent lives.

My stepson, who most of you know,

has asked if he can read a letter

he wrote to you girls.

Kirk?

Thanks, Marcy.

"Dear Darby,

"April P.,

"Aviva,

"and Jonny...

"We are all so glad that you are back."

"None of us can imagine

how scared you must have been

"you must have been so fucking scared."

I'm going to find whoever did this to you!

Who would kill Evelyn?

Poor Evelyn.

I should also mention here

that now my dad is missing.

Any information on his disappearance

would be appreciated.

I thought it couldn't get worse, but it did.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck me.

Fuck!

Fuck me.

Fuck me! Ow. Fuck!

Fuck me!

Fuck me.

Oh, shit! Did I miss it?

Fuck me. Fuck me.

Fuck me. Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Oh, my god.

I knew you'd come back to me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

You missed it. He was there,

but he got away.

I know him.

I know him too.

You know him?

New face, new name

same old spells.

I left him alive.

What the fuck are we gonna do now?!

I don't fucking know,

and don't raise your voice at me.

What a fucking disaster.

I am truly sorry.

I know how sorry you are.

I can feel your heart racing.

That's not me.

Oh, baby. Come to Daddy.

Argh.

What do we do with this?

Surprise!

Who wants cake? I made it myself.

All right, but you have to be okay

with the pain and the blood.