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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) There she is.

The almost birthday girl.

Oh, but it seems I wore my long

legs today.

What was

that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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I'm sorry.

Enough.

State your name and rank Special Agent Lee

Harker?

Can someone tell me what I'm doing here?

Ready to begin what?

State the first word that comes to mind.

Yes.

Camera.

Table.

Legs.

Tiger.

Woo!

Yeah!

Door.

Mother.

Father.

Piano.

I don't know.

Zero.

Thirty-three.

A number has been generated between zero and

one hundred inclusive.

What is the number?

Zero.

You a baseball fan, Harkin?

No, sir.

I need to talk to someone about my

beautiful marriage.

Well, my wife's getting pretty good at faking

it.

That's a slippery slope.

I am Agent Browning, that's cold.

I work with what you give me, Agent

Carter.

You beat that numbers generator eight times.

How'd you do that?

I also missed it eight times.

Half psychic is better than not psychic at

all, I'd say.

Family of four lived in that house for

twelve years.

The Horns, nice people.

Dad taught at the college, coached T-ball.

Mom ran the church bake sale.

And then, two months ago, they all get

murdered inside.

Four victims, but technically three murders and a

suicide.

The father?

Yeah, he didn't do it halfway either.

Stabbed his wife sixty-one times before the

blade snapped off the handle.

What about the kids?

What about them?

How many wounds?

You can read about it in the file.

You said four were murdered?

I don't understand.

Neither do we.

A letter was left with the bodies, written

in a coded alphabet, and not in the

hand of anyone in any way connected to

the families.

We have ten letters like it, made by

the same hand.

Ten houses, ten families, over the past thirty

years.

And all of them signed with one word.

Long legs.

Someone or something's making the fathers do it.

So far, we've been goddamned to figure out

what or who.

I'm telling you, she's not ready for this.

You got a better idea, Browning, than you

can run with it.

There you go, Harker.

Take a nice long look.

Tell me your version of what happened in

Colfax with the shooting of Agent Fisk.

It's hard to explain, sir.

It's like something tapping me on the shoulder,

telling me where to look.

You identified a suspect's house.

No prior knowledge, no real indication that it

was any way different than all the cookie

cutters all around it.

Anything like that ever happen to you before,

Agent Harker?

From time to time, sir.

Well, maybe we'll just call you highly intuitive.

Yes, sir.

Tell me what you see.

What do the families have in common?

That's a good question.

All the victim's families have daughters whose birthdays

are on the 14th of any given month.

But only the horns were actually murdered on

that date.

Get to work.

911, what's your emergency?

It's...

it's my daughter.

But it's not my daughter.

Sir, who's not your daughter?

I've got to be quiet.

I've got to be quiet.

Sir, where are you?

When you're sleeping.

When she's sleeping, it's the best time to

do it.

Do what?

When her eyes are closed.

Harker, you notice such a thing as looking

too long?

I must have lost track of time.

I'm still thirsty.

You thirsty?

Come on, let's go for a drink.

You'll have to excuse me.

It's late and I don't drink.

You don't drink, you're right.

I'll drink while you tell me things.

Agent Harker.

Come on, back up.

Thanks, Melissa.

Hi, Harker.

Well, there's no signs of forced entry.

In fact, forensics says there's no indication he

was ever in the house at all.

It was only the bodies of the victims.

And they've all been killed with something from

inside the house.

Two times a shotgun, both legally registered to

the father.

Eight times a knife from the family's kitchen.

Once a hammer from the family's toolbox.

All right.

And?

Longlegs would have to be inside the house

to use the shotgun, the knife, the hammer.

But according to physical evidence, he never is.

If it wasn't for the letters he left

behind, it's almost like he was never there

at all.

He murders them, but not in person.

Maybe he tells the families what he wants

them to do.

To themselves, to each other.

Then they do it.

Well, that reads like a page out of

Manson.

Manson had accomplices.

Alexis, his family.

You think Longlegs has help?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Hmm.

Oh, man.

Ah!

Ooh!

Okay.

Bedtime.

I'll drive.

Hey, take a rest.

Right here.

And the lights are on.

I'll bust in.

Well?

All right, Hawker.

You get to come meet my wife and

kid.

Um, so...

Do I have to?

Yeah.

Hey, there she is.

You didn't call to say goodnight.

Uh, because it was late and it was

past your bedtime.

Well, now it's even later and way, way

past my bedtime.

Uh, yeah, I guess I screwed that up,

huh?

Hello.

Oh, hey, this is, uh, Agent Lee Hawker.

This is my beautiful wife, Fanna, and our

daughter, Miss Ruby.

Nice to meet you, Hawker.

Hi, honey.

Do you want to see my room?

What happened to this one?

It's head got cut off, and I don't

know where it is.

Guess that's more my job.

Finding things I mean.

What about that thing?

Do you go in it?

It's too babyish.

Dad says he wants to keep some of

my old stuff around so I don't grow

up too fast.

But I'm going to grow up anyway.

Even veals grow little, and they live in

a box with their legs all tied up

and everything.

Veals have it pretty tough, don't they?

Did you want to be an FBI agent

when you were a little girl?

No.

I actually wanted to be an actress.

That messes up kids.

So they say.

Is it scary being a lady FBI agent?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it is.

All right, you two.

I'm sure Agent Hawker's got a lot of

very important work to do.

And Mr. Ruby Carter, it's...

Well, it's tomorrow.

Can she come to my birthday party?

Sounds great to me.

Why don't you ask her?

I'll be there.

Okay.

Hey, Laura.

Hi, Mom.

Yep, it's still only me.

Are you okay?

Yep.

Spent the day at home.

What are you doing in the house?

Do you have to let the phone ring

so long?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just can't sleep.

A lot on my mind.

Work stuff.

Nasty stuff.

Um, yeah.

Want to tell me about it?

No.

No.

Don't forget, I was a nurse for eight

years.

I think I just need to be quiet

for a little bit.

Are you still there?

Um, I gotta go.

I'll call you back, okay?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you there?