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- [Lisa] This is Lisa Smith here with the LRPN News.

There have been a series of murders in the past month

here in Little Rock and the surrounding areas.

The police have yet to comment.

The killer's victims are men and women

between the ages of 20 and 40 years old.

The mayor has said for everyone to please be patient

as they investigate, but please stay vigilant.

Lock your doors, and don't stay out late at night.

So, please, everyone, be safe.

And if you spot anything out of the ordinary,

please call the police.

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(phone chimes)

♪ " D.U.M.B" song playing ♪

♪ I don't play no more we like it ♪

♪ Go ahead and play with her toys ♪

♪ You lift her word you set m e ♪

♪ I pray to God ... ♪

(" D.U.M.B" song continues )

(footsteps clacking)

( "D.U.M.B" song by ARIA and Gregory Zopk e)

♪ Thinking I would go crazy ♪

♪ But losing me means you lost it all ♪

♪ Y ou've been dumb, du-du dumb, da-da-dada ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb, dumb, du-du dumb ♪

(music distorts) ♪ Du-du dumb, du-du-dudu ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb dumb, du-du-dumb ♪

♪ Dumb, du-dumb, dumb, du-du-dada ♪

(water splashes)

♪ Dumb, du-dumb, dumb, du-du-dada ♪

( "D.U.M.B" song continues)

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(blade scrapes) (blood trickles)

(body thuds)

(ominous music)

- (Pastor) Now, if I speak in the tongues of men or of angels,

but do not have love, then I'm only resounding a gong ,

or a clanging symbol.

But if I have the gift of prophecy

and can fathom all the mysteries and all the knowledge

and all the faith, well, then that can move mountains.

But then there's still the question of love.

And...

Nothing.

Now, if I give all that.. . (angelic choir singing)

(ominous sound)

(Brian gasps)

(congregation murmurs)

Um...

The faith, hope and love that abide these

three courses, but the greatest of these

is obviously love.

Let's pray.

(angelic choir singing)

(water splashes) (muffled organ music)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

- What the...

(Brian sighs)

Get this off 'cause I don't like this inside the church.

(Brian sighs)

- It's okay. I will do it, sir.

(Brian sighs)

- Thank you.

So disappointed in the youth today.

Nobody has any manners anymore.

(door creaks)

- [Gopal] (sighs) Here we go again.

- Hi, Brian.

Any word?

- Oh, hey, Marcy. I'm sorry.

We haven't heard anything

and I've got a lot of officers looking into it.

I mean, have you checked the hot springs?

- Yes. No one's seen him.

It's not like him.

I don't know what to tell the kids.

- Well, just have faith. Don't give up yet.

I promise one day he's gonna turn up.

- Okay.

- Hey, baby.

- What was that all about? - Marcy.

- No. During the service.

- Oh. That was nothing.

Had a reaction to something.

- Denial won't ward off the demons. You need to see someone.

- I just need some sleep.

What we need to do is get you to your party,

(Brian speaks foreign language)

- Oui Papa. Oui Mama.

(Brian speaks foreign language)

(Brian chuckles)

(kids chattering)

- [Elena] Let's fix your bow. It's so pretty!

(phone rings and vibrates)

Oh, look at your friends go and run.

(phone rings and vibrates)

- Hello? - Sutter.

We found a body at the Riverdale overpass.

We need you and Detective Carson there right now.

- All right. Send me the address.

Hey, sweetheart. Sweetheart.

I'm sorry. Gotta run to work.

Daddy gotta go catch you bad guys.

- Seriously?

On your daughter's birthday?

- I'm the one on call. I gotta go.

I'll be there, I'll be back. I love you.

- [Elena] Do you wanna go find some friends? - Yeah.

- Okay. Let's go find your friends. Come on.

(water gushing gently)

(muffled police radio chatter)

- [Brian] What's this? Three bodies This month?

- [Luke] Looks like this murderer's on a roll.

(engine hums)

- [Brian] Let's try and see if we can keep

the press away from this.

- [Luke] Oh, Jesus. Look at that.

Here we go.

- [Brian] Got extra gloves in the door.

- [Luke] Yep. Got 'em.

- Go. - Hey, Brian.

A hiker found the body.

- We ID'd him yet?

- Yeah, the car is registered under Richard McCallum?

- [Brian] Did you say McCallum?

- McCallum.

- You know him?

- He goes to my church.

Fuck me.

(Brian sighs)

Man. - Oh, fuck.

What kind of sick shit is this?

- [Brian] Oh, man.

Is that phone active?

- It's locked. You think the killer left that on purpose?

- Maybe he's just getting sloppy.

- How do you know it's a he.

Never assume.

(muffled police radio chatter) (dark music)

What's your old eagle eyes telling you?

- [Luke] I see dead people.

(dark music continues)

- Here's the body.

Do you recognize anything?

(Marcy gasps)

(Marcy sighs)

- Marcy?

Is that him?

Um, we can do this at another time,

if this isn't good for you, Marcy.

X- Actually, time is of the essence here. Mrs. McCallum.

- Did you notice anything unusual

about your husband's behavior lately?

(Marcy sighs)

- Did y'all use condoms?

- Hey.

- What?

We found these in your husband's jacket pocket.

Along with that receipt.

Seems like he, uh, bought them, the day he disappeared,

just after he left work.

- What my partner is trying to say,

is it possible that your...

That Ricky was having an affair?

- No!

He would never. I mean, he was a very devout man.

- You sure about that?

- [Brian] Let's check one more thing. Oh.

He forgot to delete the history.

What?

- That's nice, right there.

- Oh, no, no, no. I saw that on my church bathroom wall.

- Hey, guys?

Yes. The captain would like to see you at his office now.

- We'll be right there. - Okay.

- Wait, same? How do you know that's it?

- I saw it there. - Secret.

Six, six, six.

Holy shit.

- Goody, goody, goody.

- That's some devil right there.

- [Brian] What ain't devil shit?

- This is the new transfer from Tulsa.

- Detective Waters. Homicide.

It's a pleasure to meet you both.

- Pleasure's ours.

- She's gonna be riding with you guys.

- What? - For how long?

- For as long as it takes to catch this sick fuck,

before he does it again.

- What makes you think he's gonna do it again?

- We got three bodies in two months.

All killed in the same fashion. What would you call it?

Definitely a serial killer, or a copycat.

- Was it something we did, or...

I don't, what-

- Hey. What's your fuckin' problem here?

- Well, you give us a new partner out of the-

- So, with all due respect, Captain,

we don't really need any new-

- No, no, no, no. This comes from up top.

We need all the help we can get.

If any more bodies show up here, I'm gonna lose my shit,

and that's just for starters.

- But...

Okay, the way we like to work together, we have a sys-

- Waters here is gonna ride with you guys,

and she's gonna be your third eye

and she's gonna be as quiet as a mouse.

Ain't that right, Waters?

See? she's a fuckin' genius.

She already agrees with me.

- You're not hearing what I'm saying.

- I don't wanna hear it. We're done.

Now, go out there and catch the serial killer.

- [Brian] No problem. Thank you.

- [Luke] Bye.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

- Ooh, boy.

Wait, that's a hot accent. What are you, British?

- I'm from Sydney.

- Oh.

You married?

- It's none of your business.

- Relax. Just makin' some small talk.

- I'm perfectly relaxed. Thank you.

Just don't think my personal life

has anything to do with solving crimes.

- I beg to differ.

Since my life's often in the hands of my fellow officers,

I like to know who I'm working with.

Don't worry. I ain't trying to hit on you.

- Great.

So, where are we headed?

- We goin' to church.

- So, we haven't had a lot of people stop by lately,

but uh, this is a pleasant surprise.

What brings you all the way down here?

- Well, unfortunately, um,

Ricky McCullum was found dead yesterday.

- What?

- Murdered.

- This is terrible.

How's Marcy?

- She didn't take it too well. Told her yesterday.

(Lawson sighs)

(Jaclyn clears throat)

- Could you tell us why the cameras

are all down in the building?

- Well, the systems are in need of an upgrade, but things

should be back up and running again soon, I'm sure.

Until then, I'll confide in the good Lord to protect us.

- Amen.

- Okay, um, I don't suppose you've heard of a website,

it's called secrets666?

- No. Why would I?

- Maybe somebody mentioned it in confession or something?

- Well, I've never heard of it.

Now, if you all excuse me,

I have to get back to my office for a meeting.

Brian, thank you for stopping by.

- Hey, I'm sorry for the news.

- Excuse me.

Hi.

I heard you talking to the pastor about that 666 website?

My roommate, Vanessa Perkins, she was on that website

and she's been missing for three days.

- Um, did you file a missing persons report?

- Yes. I don't...

Could you please help? I mean...

- Big question, Ms. Sabrina. - Mm-hm?

- How do you know Vanessa?

- At the support group at church we go to.

We meet every Tuesday night.

- Support for what?

- Well...

- AA?

- SAA.

- Oh. - What the hell is SAA?

- Sex Addicts Anonymous.

- Oh.

- So, what happened the day before she disappeared?

- She called me from 1836 bar.

- Did she say who she was with?

- No, but when I got to the bar and was parking,

I saw her come out and get into a car.

So, when I didn't hear from her later, I was worried.

So, I pinged her phone.

- [Luke] Well, you just show us where.

(phone chimes)

- Um...

Yeah.

Just a little further.

- [Brian] There.

- [Sabrina] Up on this road.

This was the last location that showed up on the app.

- [Luke] Looks like a house here at the end of the road.

Let's check it out.

(crickets chirping)

(gravel crunches under tires)

(car doors click open)

Stay in the car.

(car doors closing)

Check around back. Go to that side.

Hello. Police.

Anybody in there?

Hello. LRPD.

Anybody in there?

(suspenseful music)

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Hello?

- Clear.

- [Jaclyn] Clear.

(Brian sighs)

- [Brian] Well?

What we got?

- Looks abandoned. - Yeah, but the lights are on.

Hey. We don't have a warrant.

- Can you smell that?

- What the fuck is that?

- [Luke] You know what that smells like, right?

- Rotting corpse.

(door thuds) Police!

- [Jaclyn] I've got the front door covered.

- Clear.

- [Brian] It's clear over here.

(Luke groans)

What's that smell?

- What is that smell?

(ominous music) (Brian groans)

Oh, fuck.

(Brian coughs)

- Okay.

(Brian coughs)

(Brian retches)

(Brian coughs)

(muffled police radio chatter)

(dark music)

- No, he said...

I'm gonna see her. I'm gonna see her here, though.

I really need to see her! - You don't wanna do that.

- (sobs) Let me see her!

- Okay, maybe can wait to take the questions downtown.

- We can take it from here. Come on.

I'm so sorry. - So sorry.

- Hey, you guys. Check this out.

The property was owned by a Robert Hedges.

He was beheaded 20 years ago.

His son, Charlie Hedges,

was the prime suspect and is now missing.

- So, our psycho killer has fuckin' daddy issues now?

- Or it's a copycat. - My dad was a fuckin' dick.

People with daddy issues can get messed up bad, man.

- Where the fuck is this going?

- I'm just saying.

It ain't easy growin' up with a hot-tempered father

who enjoyed using a fuckin' clothing iron

to teach you lessons when he finally decides to show up.

- Look, why don't we just table everything

until tomorrow night and we just meet up at at 1836?

We'll just do that.

Try and make some sense of this.

Hey.

You all right?

- [Luke] Mm-hm. Let's roll.

(car doors slamming)

(crickets chirping) (distant dog barks)

(tense unsettling music)

(muffled moans and groans)

(muffled moans and groans)

(Brian breathes deeply)

- If you're not gonna talk to anyone, just talk to me.

Whatever it is.

Just don't close me out.

(Brian sighs)

- I'm good.

(traffic hums)

(patrons chattering) (alcohol trickles)

(muffled pop music) (patrons chattering)

(patrons chattering)

- [Bartender] Hi, Tanya.

Here you go.

(Tanya sighs)

- Let me ask you a question. Are you married?

Honest truth.

- Do I look married?

For fuck sake. I just got off work.

- Cross your heart?

- Hope to die?

- I think we're gonna be friends.

- [Tanya] Oh, are we?

("Legendary" by MSCMKRS)

♪ ... Spirit strong like metal ♪

♪ I will never fit the mold ♪ - Oh, I'm gonna come!

♪ No, I was born ready ♪ (Luke grunting)

♪ To be legendary ♪ (both moaning)

♪ I won't settle, reaching higher levels ♪

♪ Just you wait and see, I'ma be legendary ♪

(Tanya pants)

(news theme music)

- David Smith here with breaking news out of Crescent City .

17-year-old Benjamin Harrison was shot dead last night

in the backyard of his mobile home.

Police are ruling out suicide

and say that whoever's responsible is still at large.

The teenager's mother claims

that it was the police that shot her son.

She was found with several kilos of crystal meth

and cocaine on her and was later picked up on a drug charge.

(mousepad clicks)

(muffled siren wails)

- [Brian] It just feels like all roads

lead back to the church.

- [Luke] Maybe it's a religious nut job.

- Sounds like the perp gets off in it.

- What do you mean?

- Think about it. There's mannequins.

Cutting the heads off his victims.

That, that all sounds sexual.

(Jaclyn clears throat)

- Since our killer has been using the secrets website

to lure his victims, I have created a fake profile.

Figured if I could get some clients,

AKA potential future victims,

that might lead us to our guy.

Damn. You got an ass on you. (chuckles)

- Oh, give it a rest, Luke.

I got the image off the internet.

Look, I've already started a text conversation with him.

- What's he sayin'?

- Well, he starts out by saying that he can satisfy me,

and then he goes on about

how he can torture me over and over again.

- You think you can handle all that?

- Yes, I can.

- Then I'll get the popcorn.

(laptop lid thuds)

(tape tears)

- [Jaclyn] All right, I got this one.

- Okay, I'm gonna let you do the honors.

- Okay.

- Now, if things go sideways,

all you need to do is say "Don't sweat it" and we got you.

- Okay.

- Try to see if you can get him to talk some sex stuff.

You know? Pretend you're pretty.

Try to turn him on.

- Hm.

- And remember, all we need to do

is get him to agree to solicitation.

- Guys, I appreciate the care, but I've been doing this

for 10 years in Australia and then Tulsa.

I'm good. Thanks.

- Yeah? This ain't Tulsa.

- Equal rights, equal lefts.

- Gonna do a soundcheck?

- All right.

- Testing one, two.

- Okay. - Yep.

- [Brian] Go get him.

(distant siren wails) (traffic hums)

(cigarette sizzles)

(engine hums)

- Guys, he's here.

Red sports car.

(engine hums) (suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(car door clicks open)

Hi.

(engine revs)

Okay.

I like your mask.

It's cool.

You into role playing?

- Hey, Woods. They're moving.

Did they agree to a price?

- It's nonverbal. Won't stand up in court.

She's gotta get him to say it.

- So, what kind of stuff are you into?

(suspenseful music continues)

You know, if you don't tell me,

I'm not gonna know how to please you.

I mean, I'm into some kinky shit, but,

I just wanna know what you like.

(engine hums) (suspenseful music continues)

Or we can just sit in silence.

That works, too. (clears throat)

(engine revs)

I just got here from Australia.

I like meeting new people. (chuckles)

- "I love meeting new people." Is she serious?

(engine revs)

- [Jaclyn] So, now you've seen my underwear,

are you good with $300?

- Lucky guy.

- Hey, be serious, man. This could go ugly.

- She can handle herself.

(crickets chirping) (engine hums)

(engine hums)

(engine revs)

(brakes squeak)

- I got a bad feeling about this guy.

- [Jaclyn] So, you agree to the 300 for the night, right?

- [Driver] Shh.

(ominous music)

(heavy metal music playing)

(Jaclyn drowned out by music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!

Whoa, whoa! Ow!

Get off! Get...

(Jaclyn grunts) (fabric tears)

- Fuck. - [Driver] You bitch!

(head thuds)

- Oh, don't sweat it! Don't sweat it!

(Jaclyn groans)

- Woods! (siren wails)

(elbow thuds) (Travis groans)

Drive!

(fists thudding) - (groans) He's hitting me!

- [Brian] Come on!

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Get him. I'm fine.

- Stop! (tense music)

Police!

Stop or I'll shoot!

(Luke pants)

(tense music continues)

Stop!

Stop!

Put your hands up!

Do it!

Get on the ground!

(ominous tones thump)

(Brian moaning)

(Brian panting)

- What's up? What the hell?

Why'd you let him go?

(distant siren wails)

Damn!

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

(Brian screams)

Whoa. Easy, easy there, John Wick.

Easy.

It's me.

Hey.

How'd he get away, man?

(Brian panting)

(dark music)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

- [Brian] Oh, man.

(Brian sighs)

- Hey. The car belongs to a man named Travis Reed.

I found this.

I'm not sure it has any connection to anything.

- You know, this asshole could be responsible

for countless deaths and you let him go?

I mean, if you're not sure,

at least shoot him in the leg, man.

He almost killed our girl.

- Don't tell me how to do my fuckin' job.

I got enough demons.

- Demons? What demons, altar boy?

You're the church man.

I mean, I got fuckin' real fuckin' demons.

- Yeah, which I'm sure you would love

to tell us about, right?

- Oh, yeah? Well, you know what?

It'd be my pleasure. That's right.

Eighth grade science class teacher would play movies

in the dark, lights out.

I'd use my jacket to cover my lap, and yes, jerk off.

So what?

Johnny fuckin' Smith caught me once,

and he told me if I didn't pay him,

he was gonna tell the teacher.

After school, I beat his ass so bad,

I beat his head in so fuckin' bad,

it took six months to recover.

Now, he may not have deserved it, but guess what?

I stopped that motherfucker's blackmailing career

before it ever started.

Okay?

- You never told me the ending of that.

- [Luke] Yeah, well, you know what?

The amount of shit I've never told you could fill six books.

Hey, listen.

Why don't we just finally get this over with

and get a drink after this?

Come on. I'm worked up.

- Not tonight, playboy.

- [Officer] Hey, guys. Guys, check this out.

- Ooh.

What've you got here?

"The Awakening".

- [Brian] Who the hell is John Stapleton?

- All right. Bag it up.

- Yeah. Let's take this to the office.

- Didn't feel right. - Hey, man, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to come down hard on you.

- It didn't feel right. - Come on, man.

Get on your game. Get on your game.

(unsettling music) (traffic hums)

(car doors clicking open)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, so where the hell did you find out

about this Stapleton guy?

- Yeah. How'd you know where to find him?

- 'Cause I'm a good detective. I do my homework.

Turns out this guy's ritualistic.

He eats at the same time, same place, every day.

- Oh, man! Oh, man.

Dude, did I tell you about...

Oh, I'm sorry. (chuckles) Go, go on in.

We'll be right there.

I forgot, man! (chuckles) Oh, shit.

Yeah, so I had one of my guys

look into our new Australian partner.

Tulsa Homicide my ass.

She's Internal Affairs.

- [Jaclyn] How do you know Mr. Reed?

- He joined the temple about (sighs) six years ago?

Said he was fed up with the Methodist Church.

Sad what happened to him as an altar boy.

- So, you've not heard from Travis Reed at all?

- Not a peep.

But even if I had, why would I tell you?

- Because it's possible that he's hurting

a whole lot of people and we're just trying to make it stop.

- You seem like the sensible one here.

But I don't know anything.

Pastor Lawson and his bible thumpers?

That's where your focus should be.

- So, Pastor Lawson knows Travis?

- Why don't you go and ask him?

(solemn organ music)

- So, um, we appreciate you taking the time

outta your busy schedule, Pastor.

- Of course. May I get you all anything?

Coffee, tea, some water?

- All right, cut the shit, man.

We don't want your Jesus juice.

Someone told us that we should look into you and your church

For some, how do you say it, devious behavior?

- I have no idea why anyone would say such a thing.

We put all of our best efforts into maintaining a honest

and devout congregation.

- So, you're not trying to hide anything. No pedophilia?

Molestation? - Hey, Luke!

- What? You don't think he's thought about it?

What?

- I apologize. - It's okay.

- But what we're trying to do is, um,

maybe get information about some of the members

that attend your Sex Addicts Anonymous meetings

you have here at the church.

- Everyone does their best

to help each other here, Detectives.

- I, I'm sure.

But we're wondering, has any of the members

displayed or discussed violent tendencies?

- No. I don't, I don't believe so.

Most are down-home, good-hearted folk

who are struggling with an addiction of some sort.

And we also have AA and any meetings during the week.

That sort of thing.

Every little bit helps.

- Mm.

- You heard the name Travis Reed at all?

- No. I can't say that I have.

- Wow.

You're just gonna lie directly beneath the great halls

of your devout church, that easy?

- Hey. Uh...

You're saying you have definitely

never heard of Travis Reed?

- Brian, I would swear it on the Good Book.

I have not. - Holy shit, man.

That's God's man for you, right there.

Bringing out his holy book to back up his lie.

You know what? That's some wicked-ass shit, right there.

Let's go. Let's, I can't deal.

Let's go. - Thank you.

- I'll be praying for you, Detective.

- Pray for yourself.

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

(engine hums)

(car door clicks open)

(romantic music)

- Why didn't you tell me

that you were fuckin' IA?

- Take it easy.

I just got transferred to IA.

Your name and your partner's showed up on my desk.

- Why didn't you say something to me?

- [Jaclyn] Because of the look that you're giving me,

right now.

(keys clinking)

(romantic music continues)

(Jaclyn moans)

(romantic music continues)

- [Brian] Take this off.

(Brian grunts)

(Jaclyn moans)

(Brian grunts)

(both moaning)

- [Brian] What did that report say?

- It was the Crawford case.

A few things didn't add up.

Anything you can tell me?

(cigarette crackles)

(cigarette crackles)

- I'm afraid you're gonna have to work a little harder

at pressing my memory.

- It was a drug bust.

Ended up with a dead teenager.

It happened about 12 months ago in Crescent City.

- Yeah, I remember.

Crescent City.

I remember the case.

(ominous music)

Drug bust.

Found a kid shot in the head.

Drug deal gone bad.

- [Jaclyn] The kid's mother said the money was missing.

- [Brian] There's no money.

I did find a lot of drugs.

- I knew you didn't have anything to do with it.

Part of me taking the case was so that I could protect you.

- What was the other reason?

- The last six months have been amazing.

I just couldn't stay away from you.

(lips squelch)

- My God. You're so fuckin' beautiful.

(Brian sighs)

You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

(both laughing)

- You sure know how to charm a woman.

(Brian sighs)

(crickets chirping) (distant dog barks)

(paper flicks)

(paper flicks)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- [Caller] Hello?

- Hey, it's me.

So, I've got some discrepancies on the Crawford case.

(phone rings)

- What's up? - What you doin'?

- [Luke] Here at your church.

I got a tip the good pastor's hiding Travis here.

- [Brian] Man, I swear to God,

if you get me kicked outta my own church.

- What're you afraid of finding out?

- [Brian] Listen, I'm gonna call Waters.

We'll meet you at the church later.

SAA meeting's at...

- No, fuck that rat IA bitch. Are you kidding me?

No, I don't want her anywhere near me.

Besides, this is our case.

(group applauds)

- Hi. Uh, I'm Sabrina, and I'm an addict.

- [Luke] Mm. Maybe you should introduce Sabrina to Elena.

Get your ass a little three-way action there?

- Oh, man. You don't shit where you eat, man.

- Come on, man. You're a freaky deak yourself.

Hey, she's a sex addict. You know?

Might spice up your marriage.

- [Brian] Look, I don't know what it is, man.

Maybe it's all these years of familiarity that just...

(sighs) I don't know. We just...

- Know what your real problem is?

- Okay, tell me. I can't wait to hear this one.

No, I'm telling you it's about

the denial of your shadow self.

- My shadow self?

- That's right.

The more it creeps up on you, the more you ignore it,

the bigger and badder it gets.

(Luke sighs)

- [Brian] Wait a minute.

Who's that luggage for?

- I knew I was right.

(car doors click open)

(car doors slamming)

- [Brian] Here we go.

Okay.

He's over there.

- Just lay back.

Come on.

- [Brian] Shh, shh.

(phone rings and vibrates)

Shit!

(phone rings)

- One, two, three. - One, two, three.

(tense music)

- Brian? Detectives, wha...

I thought you guys were both already...

- Pastor, where are you going with that bag?

- Oh, hey! Stop, stop, stop! - No, no, no, no, no!

- Put it down! Don't do it!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - Fuck!

- Whoa! - No, no!

- [Pastor] Brian, I can talk to him. I can talk to him.

Brian! - Listen to me!

We just wanted to talk to you, that's all.

- Fuckin' (indistinct) - No, no, no, no, no!

- Put it down! - Look at me!

Listen to me, Travis. Travis!

- Fuck! I have it in me!

- [Pastor] No, no, no, no! You don't have any...

Listen to me. We talked about this!

We talked about this the last few days. Listen to me.

You gotta breathe. This isn't in...

This is not you. You don't want to do this!

Brian, I got this. I got...

Please, I got this. Listen to me.

You gotta, you gotta put the gun down.

You gotta give it to me, all right?

Let me just give back the gun. It's okay.

It's okay. It's gonna be all right.

There we go. Okay.

It's okay. They're not gonna hurt you. See?

- Put your hands on top of your head.

Both of you! On your knees, hands behind your head!

Get on your knees, Pastor!

- [Pastor] Yes, sir. All right, all right. I'm sorry.

- I thought you didn't know Travis Reed.

- [Pastor] I can explain.

- You're under arrest, motherfucker.

- [Lawson] They're not gonna hurt you. Don't cry.

- You got him? - I got him.

I got you, Pastor.

- You don't understand.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.

- (Luke) Okay!

Let's do this again.

(Luke sighs)

Oh, we're gonna be here as long as it takes, buddy.

So, let's get back to something real important here.

Why did you lie about Travis Reed?

- I did no such thing.

- Bullshit! (tense music)

You better start telling me what I need to hear,

or the next call I'm gonna make is the local press.

- Jesus Christ. This guy thinking he's Dirty Harry.

All the fuckin' time and threatening to go to the press.

Great call, jackass.

- Yeah. Do you wanna take over, Captain?

- Let's see how this goes.

(door clicks open)

(footsteps clacking)

(door slams)

(ominous music)

- Travis. - Hi.

- Let's get started.

How long have you known Pastor Lawson?

- I was 12 when I met him.

We were both altar boys.

- Has Pastor Lawson ever touched you?

- What do you mean?

- Has he ever been physically inappropriate,

or touched you sexually before?

- No. Never.

He would never.

He's always just been there for me.

Wanted to help.

He found out I joined the Satanic church

and he wanted me to come back.

- Back to what?

- To the light.

- Please. I... (sighs)

I have a reputation to uphold, okay?

- Mm-hm. You sure do.

- You have no idea what this would do to the congregation,

if this were to ever get out.

- If what were to ever get out?

Ah, no. Hang on!

Say it.

- Say what?

- Why are you protecting your boy?

- Because he's innocent.

- I'll tell you whatever you want to know,

but just do me one favor?

Please don't tell my mom.

She doesn't know about anything I do.

- Okay, Travis. Here's what I'll do for you.

I'm not gonna say anything to your mother. You have my word.

But I need you to tell me about the things you've been doing

and I need you to tell me about your first kill.

(ominous music)

- What?

- Anything?

- Nothin'.

Travis?

- She tried.

He's quiet.

- Nah, I can't break him.

I mean, we have to change tactics here.

Just my opinion.

- I got this.

- I mean, what's going on?

Yeah, I mean, you gotta give us somethin'.

Otherwise...

Travis is a big boy and he's gonna make

an even bigger target for every sick freak

who wants to try to carve a name for themselves on his back

and then only God can help him.

- Look, I may have some information for you, okay?

I've been hearing certain things around the church.

Things I don't know much about.

- Well, we're all ears.

- Rumor has it that the killer takes his victims

to a place called Redwater Farms.

- [Howell] Who told you that?

(Pastor sighs)

- Can't say.

- What do you mean, you can't say?

- I...

I'm unable to say.

- You're unable to say because you're a fuckin' priest?

Who told you about Redwater Farms?

- Sorry.

- Do I really need to remind you that you're under oath?

- Please forgive me.

Just promise me you'll keep him safe. Please.

- Hey. You want us to help you?

- You help us.

(Pastor sighs)

- What was that shit about?

- How does the pastor know about that place?

- I have no fuckin' idea.

(Jaclyn sighs)

- Why would you take me there, every time I visited?

- Because it was far out from the house.

Nobody would see us.

- Why wouldn't you put your name on it?

- Because I'm fuckin' married!

I don't want nobody to know I'm cheatin'.

- Well then someone's onto us and someone's fucking with us.

- Amen. (siren wails)

(engine revs)

- Unless...

- Unless what?

You fuckin' asshole.

- Well, I just...

- Hey.

This is me, man.

Look, I'm gonna fix it.

- How?

- I'm gonna go over there and I'm gonna erase

our fuckin' prints off of the whole damn place.

Burn it down, if I have to.

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(knocks on door) - What the hell?

(knocks on door)

(door clicks open)

Oh!

Hey!

(gun fires) (Sabrina gasps)

(body thumps)

(somber music)

(phone rings and vibrates)

- [Howell] Vlad, we need to look

back into the Crawford case.

Let's do a second autopsy, please .

- You son of gun, you deliver this.

This is old and I'm overbooked.

- [Caller] Just get it done.

(ominous music)

(cows bellowing)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- Clear.

(distant chatter)

- [Brian] Guns out. Go.

(suspenseful music)

- [Officer 1] Secure the area.

- Clear!

- [Officer 2] I got the back.

- [Officer 3] It's clear!

- One.

Two. - Two.

- Three.

(ominous music)

- What the... (Jaclyn gasps)

(intense ominous music)

- [Luke] What is that?

(ominous music continues)

Another missing head.

Where's Brian?

Lisa, call in.

Secure it.

- Dispatcher, we got a body.

(muffled police radio chatter)

(train clunks and roars)

- [Brian] Ms. Crawford, I'm opening up!

I need to talk to your son! - No, no, no!

- I'm looking for your son! - No, no!

No! No!

- Freeze! Stop! - No!

- Stop! - No!

- [Brian] Stop! Turn around!

Stop or I will shoot you!

(gun fires)

- [Luke] Brian, wake up.

- Oh, stop.

What?

- The fuck was that?

- The fuck was what?

It's hot, man. I'm sweatin'.

- You were gone, you were out!

- Just...

Trippin'.

- Where you goin'?

- Catch a ride, man. Take a walk.

Need to clear my noodle.

(brooding music)

(engine hums)

(birds chirping)

(brakes squeak)

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

(birds chirping)

Thank you.

(Brian breathes deeply)

- You're not insane enough

to leave a headless woman in that house, are you?

- I always assumed you knew me.

- That's the problem. I thought I did.

- What are you getting at?

- This.

Us.

The whole thing's a fuckin' mistake, Brian.

We need to come clean.

We need to tell Captain Howell about us,

and we need to go in and we need to do it together.

- I think that is a supremely bad idea.

(Jaclyn sighs)

We tell Captain Howell, we're gonna lose our jobs.

My wife will find out.

I'm gonna lose my family.

What do you wanna do, Jac?

Jaclyn.

(door slams)

(dark music)

(footsteps clacking)

- Now, you know I'm not a rat.

That's not my style.

But, uh...

- Would you spit it out, before I retire?

- I'm worried about Brian.

He's, uh, been getting these weird blackouts.

- Blackouts?

- [Luke] Yeah. Please don't say anything.

- What do you mean? What happens?

- He closes his eyes and he goes unconscious for moments,

minutes, it's different every time, it's insane.

And I don't know, but...

And, and I'm not implying anything here.

Don't think...

I'm not saying what you think I might be saying.

Please don't say anything.

- Well, I don't know what you're saying,

and even if I did know what you're saying,

what do I look like, a fuckin' doctor?

(scoffs) I mean...

- I don't know. Um...

I'm just, something ain't right with him.

- What ain't right?

- I get this feeling like he's in dan...

He might be in danger, for himself and others.

- Okay, just like every other fuckin' cop

you and I have ever worked with.

What's the point?

- (sighs) I don't know. I don't know.

It's, uh...

- Hey.

You know better than to come to me

with this vague bullshit.

Talk to me when you've got something concrete.

(phone rings and vibrates) - Fine, fine.

Please don't say anything.

(phone rings and vibrates)

Yeah. What's going on?

- Hey, uh, Vlad? - Yes, sir?

- You got an update on that autopsy?

- [Vlad] The bullet doesn't match the report .

- So, what does your gut tell you?

- I would say it's probably another gun.

(knocks on door)

(door thuds)

- [Brian] You wanted to see me, Captain?

(pen clatters)

- How come you didn't tell me about the blackouts?

- What blackouts?

I mean...

I mean, I, been no big deal.

I've just been having trouble sleeping. That's all.

(Howell clears throat)

- You ever hear of a cop named Stan Bentley?

- No.

- Top of his class, made detective quicker

than anybody in the department's history.

I mean, he was a fuckin' tough, tough guy.

Every one of us idolized him.

He was that guy jumping from building to building,

doing the diving rolls into the burglar's legs

and all that crap you only see on TV.

Turns out,

he was high on energy drinks, 24/7.

Finally, that caught up with him

and he was driving home from work one night,

fell asleep at the wheel, veered into oncoming traffic.

Killed an entire family.

- That's a sad story.

You're telling me that I need to get some rest, right?

- All of this is to tell you to get your shit together.

Get help. Counseling.

Whatever you gotta do.

- My wife said the same thing.

I will.

(sighs) I will.

Thank you.

(distant traffic hums) (distant siren wails)

(knocks on door)

(door creaks)

- Come on in.

What's up?

- I'm the one that rented out Redwater Farms.

As Bobby Smart.

I just needed a place of my own, you know?

Get away from everything.

(Brian sighs)

- Get away and do what?

- Cheat on my wife.

With Jaclyn.

(Luke sighs)

- Let me get this straight.

You're having an internal affair with Internal Affairs,

and using the alias "Smart"?

Wow.

You dumb motherfucker.

What's wrong with you?

Wait, how...

How did the killer know about your rendezvous spot?

Redwater Farms. (dark music)

- Somebody's trying to set me up.

- Really?

- Really.

- What about Jaclyn?

- Jaclyn? She wouldn't say nothin' to the captain.

- No, I mean, what if she's the one trying to set you up?

- Why?

I never did nothing to her.

- Oh, man. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

You turned her into a side piece. They don't like that.

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

What have you done?

(door slams) (Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(dark music continues)

(dark music continues)

(phone rings)

- Captain Howell, it's Detective Waters.

Can you speak right now?

(Brian speaks foreign language)

(Mila speaks foreign language)

(Brian speaks foreign language)

- You know, or, "Do you think about it much?"

Um...

You might hear some bad things about daddy.

You gotta know they're not true.

Okay?

I love you.

Lay down. Get some sleep.

- Goodnight, Papa!

- [Brian] Goodnight, my love.

(footsteps clacking) (gentle music)

Hey, babe.

I just want you to know how much I love you,

and that I'm sorry.

(Elena chuckles)

- I love you, too.

(clock ticks rhythmically)

(Brian sighs)

- I need to tell you some things.

(solemn organ music)

(whistling)

(whistling)

- Gopal?

Have you seen Pastor Lawson?

- No, sir.

I heard he's still in jail.

- They should've released him hours ago.

(Brian sighs)

You think it's true what they say that

God forgives you, no matter what you do?

- Absolutely.

I believe if they ask for it,

God always forgives.

- If they ask for it.

Pastor Lawson told me that the mannequin killer

takes his victims to the Redwater Farms.

He said he heard it here and I...

You know, here at the church here, and...

Who could have told him that?

- I told Pastor Lawson.

- You? Wait, wait.

Wait. Wha...

How, how could you know?

- Your partner, Luke?

He came to the church.

He told me the killer takes his victims

to the Redwater Farms.

He asked me if I knew anything about it. I say no.

He tells me to ask around, find out.

But he says, don't tell anyone he told me.

Or I get in trouble.

Am I in trouble?

- No.

Thank you.

- [Gopal] No. Thank you.

(Gopal whistling)

(Brian sighs)

(phone rings and vibrates)

(Brian sighs)

- Hey, Luke.

- [Luke] Hey. Captain wants to see us, now.

(dark music continues)

(Brian sighs)

(knocks on door)

- Captain Howell.

Why haven't we released the pastor yet?

- We just did.

Unfortunately, he saw that Travis Reed

hung himself last night.

- Shit.

- Don't sit down.

Either of you got something to tell me?

- What?

- I'm giving you both a chance to come clean, right now.

- I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Captain.

- [Brian] Me neither, sir.

- Uh-huh.

Apparently, a big bag of drug bust money

is missing from a case you worked on.

The, uh...

Crawford case. Does that ring a bell?

Also, that a bullet found in the skull of a dead teenager

that you reported came from a untraceable Glock

actually came from a police issue weapon.

I sent someone down to look into it

and I was just brought up to speed.

You guys have anything you wanna tell me?

- No.

- Mm-mm.

- Are you really gonna pull this fuckin' shit on me,

after everything I've done for you?

Set up your careers, vouch for you,

and this is the fuckin' thanks that I get?

Now, you're gonna start talking and I'll go easy on you.

If not, I'm gonna come down on you fucks like never before.

Start talking! (bangs desk)

No?

Okay.

You are both suspended, until further notice.

Put your guns and your badges on my desk.

- But Captain- - Now!

(gun clunks)

You are both a fucking disgrace to this entire department.

(Luke sighs)

Now get the fuck outta my office.

(door slams)

(badge clatters) Fuck!

- Fuck me, man.

Fuck this whole damn place.

- Your little girlfriend fucked us.

Like I said. Hell hath no fury.

(muffled rock music)

- Give me a double shot of the strongest thing you got.

- No worries. - Give him my shit.

- Yeah, your shit.

Yeah.

- Tequila.

(glasses clink)

- [Luke] Salud.

(Luke sighs)

- How much? - I got you, man.

(lighter flicks)

- We've known each other for about two decades.

Been partner, say 12 years, right?

- Bro, what you fuckin'...

What're you going on about?

- I know it was you that started the rumor

about the killer taking his victims to Redwater Farms.

- But I didn't start that shit!

Some girl I met at the 1836 bar told me that.

Come on. The night I went to look around at the bar?

I ended up getting shit-faced,

and I banged some dirty blonde in the bathroom.

I told you already, man. What're you talking about?

- You remember her name?

- Ah, fuck.

Come on, man.

- Mm-hm. - Dude, I was hammered.

Come on. You...

You don't believe me?

- Think I don't know what to believe anymore.

- Wow.

Let me ask you somethin'.

What about Jaclyn?

- What about her?

- [Luke] Do you think she'd be inclined to kill anyone?

- Yeah. She seems like a psycho serial killer kinda gal.

I think that's what drew me to her.

- Seriously, man.

What do you know about her?

- I don't know.

I mean...

She's unpredictable.

And she get real pissy, if she don't get her way.

- And this...

That's what attracted you to her?

- Shit happens.

- Enough to cheat on your wife?

- Fuck you.

Judging me and shit.

- Brother, man. Did she tell you?

About her kid and her husband?

- Yes, yes. They live in Australia.

- Really?

She didn't tell you they died in a car wreck?

Over two years ago.

Her old partner claims she ain't ever been the same, since.

But you wanna blame me?

Go on.

I'll take the bullet.

- I'm sorry, man.

(knocks on door)

(Elena sighs)

- Hi, Elena. I'm Detective Jaclyn Waters.

- My husband isn't here right now.

- Uh, I know. I, um, I've actually come to speak to you.

- I already know you've been fucking my husband.

He told me everything. So, if you'll excuse me.

- Okay, okay, just hold up. Just hang on a minute.

Did he also tell you he's under investigation

for a homicide?

- What?

- The bodies of several men and women have been found dead,

and we have reason to believe it's your husband.

He's also under investigation for the murder of a teenager

on a case that happened over a year ago.

- Is this some sort of sick joke?

- I'm afraid not.

Elena?

Elena...

You and I both know Brian hasn't been himself lately.

- I have to go now. - I'm trying to help you.

Elena, please! Please! - Go away!

- I'm trying to protect you and your daughter! Please!

(Elena sobs)

(music playing)

- [Elena] Brian, I can't do this anymore.

I'm taking Mila to a safe place.

Don't call.

("Goodbye" played by Gustavo Garcia)

(knocks on door)

- [Brian] Hold on!

(door clicks open)

- Hey, Brian. We have to search your home.

- Whatever.

- [Officer 1] Hey, Brian.

(officers chattering)

- [Officer 2] Start with the kitchen.

- I thought you were suspended.

- I was.

Looks like your girl made some calls.

Her sights are set on just you now.

- [Howell] Check out back. I gotta take a piss.

- [Luke] I'm sorry you're going through all this.

(birds chirping)

(Howell sighs)

- Startin' to miss it.

Come on, y'all.

Y'all know me. You know...

This is, this is unnecessary.

- I'm beginning to think I never really knew you at all.

How come you didn't tell us about the affair,

back when Pastor Lawson mentioned Redwater Farms?

Don't look at her.

Why?

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

(officers chattering) (birds chirping)

What else can you tell me

about these blackouts you're having?

'Cause they sure as hell don't seem like sleep deprivation.

What are you not telling us?

(door creaks)

(ominous music) - Oh, come on.

- Weston. Weston.

(door creaks)

(ominous music continues)

- Guys? Get down here in the back shed.

Now!

- Copy. Guys, we gotta go outside.

- Bring him!

- Let me put my damn shoe on.

- Come on, man. - I'm comin'!

(ominous music continues)

- [Lisa] I believe we have Sabrina Harris.

(Brian and Howell cough)

- Oh, my God. (coughs)

- Oh, my God. You sick son of a bitch!

You had Sabrina's head in here the whole time?

How could you do that?

How could you play me like that?

What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?

Say something! Say something!

Say something, motherfucker! - Luke, Luke!

- You sick son of a bitch!

- Get him outta here.

- [Officer] All right, Brian. Take him out.

Taking him out.

- Don't wanna hurt you, Brian. - Come on, man.

Okay, all right. All right, cool.

- (Brian) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

(Jaclyn sighs)

(door clicks open)

(door closes)

- Captain, I mean, how fuckin' stupid would I have to be

to keep a severed head in my own shed?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's so bold because nobody would think of it.

Maybe you're just cocky.

Maybe your life is falling apart and you want to get caught.

I don't fuckin' know.

- I'm saying I can prove it.

I just need you to give me a chance.

- Then start talking.

- Look, I can't tell you! I gotta show you!

You could put Carson, you could put Waters,

you could put the whole damn department on me!

I'll keep the damn cuffs on!

I just need a couple hours, Captain. That's all.

- If I were you, I would save this for your lawyers.

- You've known me my entire life.

You know I'm not a serial killer.

I'm saying this is my life, for fuck sake!

I'm asking you to give me a chance. That's all!

- All right. Fine.

You got three hours. I can't fuckin' believe I'm doing this.

Carson, Waters, would you come down here, please?

(patrons chattering)

- How y'all doing?

- Good afternoon.

Um, we are looking for a woman named Tanya Nelson.

- That's me. Can I help you?

- I'm Detective Sutter, and these are some of my colleagues.

Well, we apologize for bothering you at your work.

I just need you to answer one small question for me.

Did you tell the man to my right

that Redwater Farms is the place

where the mannequin killer takes its victims?

- (sighs) Yes. I, I told him.

But...

She's the one who paid me to start the rumor.

- Excuse me?

- What?

- I have never met this woman in my life.

- Sorry, Jaclyn.

- Oh, you set this up.

- Ma'am, have you ever met me before? Do I know you?

- No, sir.

- She's lying! Hold up!

Get your fucking hands off me! Wait!

I have never met this woman,

and I've never been in this bar before.

- I would like to call Captain Howell,

and ask him to give us a warrant,

so that we can, we can search Detective Waters' house.

- No need! Everyone's welcome back.

I have nothing to hide!

- Sorry, Jaclyn.

(door thuds)

- Thank you.

- [Officer] Let's go, guys.

(wind howls) (dark music)

(door clicks open)

(switch clicks)

- Have at it.

- [Brian] I'm gonna sit right here, if it's okay.

- Hey, Jackson. Why don't you check the bathroom?

Cover the door, please.

I'll check the bedroom.

(Jaclyn sighs)

- This is bullshit.

- Pain pills. Well, that's about it.

- Oh, my pills? Yeah, you're not gonna find anything.

But I did tell you that.

- Really now?

Looks like you like your meds.

Look what I found in your closet back there.

(dark music continues)

- I have never seen that in my life. I swear.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

(Jaclyn scoffs)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Don't fuckin' move, okay?

I don't know what the fuck is going on,

but don't fuckin' move!

Jackson, get over there with her, right now. Now.

Get your cuffs out, guns out, on the ground.

- Jaclyn, don't do- - Brian, shut the fuck up!

You probably fuckin' set this up!

Gun out, Luke, now, on the ground!

- What? (suspenseful music)

Come on.

Easy.

All right.

Here you go.

How far do you think you're gonna get, hm?

- As far as I can, until I can figure this shit out.

(box clatters)

- [Brian] Get her!

(knee thuds) (Luke groans)

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey.

Don't. No, don't.

It's okay. (Luke groans)

Hey.

Hey, hey.

- [Luke] Fuck off.

- [Brian] Luke!

- God damn it.

Jackson, have you called it in?

- [Jackson] Calling.

- [Brian] Come on.

(engine revs)

Jackie! (tires screeching)

Jackie, where are you doing?

- [Luke] Oh, shit.

- [Brian] Come on. Let's go.

(engine revs) (tires screeching)

(tense music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

- Get my keys. - I got it.

Okay.

- [Luke] Damn it. Get out the fuckin' way.

I told you.

- [Brian] This doesn't make any fuckin' sense.

(tires screeching)

- [Luke] Damn, where the fuck's she going?

(horn honks)

- Please stop, baby. Jaclyn, stop.

- [Luke] Come here.

(tense music continues)

- [Brian] Hey, hey, hey! Stop chasing her!

(horn honks)

(engines roaring)

She'll go home! I know her!

(tense music continues)

(distant sirens wailing)

(engine revs)

- [Luke] Why?

Where's she going?

(tires screeching)

(Jaclyn pants)

- [Jaclyn] Fuck!

(tense music continues)

(Jaclyn pants) (engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching) (Jaclyn yelps)

(car thumps and smashes)

(car scrapes)

(tires screeching)

(somber music)

(car doors slamming)

- Jaclyn! Jaclyn! - Oh, shit.

- Oh, fuck! (Jaclyn breathes heavily)

Call an ambulance!

(distant sirens wailing)

You'll be okay.

(phone rings)

- [Luke] Uh, yeah. This is Detective Carson here .

It looks like we got a DOA.

Yeah. Apparent fatality, over at Ridge Crest Park.

Uh-huh. It's one of our own, unfortunately.

Yeah, I'll hang.

(train clunks and roars)

(tense music)

- [Brian] Ms. Crawford, I'm opening up!

I need to talk to your son!

- [Ms. Crawford] No! No!

No!

- [Brian] Freeze! Stop!

- No, no! - Stop!

Stop! - No!

- [Brian] Stop! Turn around!

(tense music continues)

Freeze! You must stop!

Don't you move!

Stop moving! Don't move!

Don't you fuckin' move! Don't you fuckin' move!

(gun fires)

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

He was reachin'.

(sighs) Fuck.

- What the fuck did you do that for?

- I told him not to fuckin' move!

- He's gettin' his ID.

- He was reaching for a fuckin' gun, I thought!

- Then you better stick to that story, my friend.

(dark music continues)

I got you, though.

Wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

(Brian pants)

Hold it together, man.

- It was me. I'm the one that shot that fuckin' kid.

- No shit, Captain Obvious,

but don't start singing the blues here.

You need some help, man.

These blackouts are outta control, man.

Listen.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

But can you blame me?

- I doubted you for a minute, too.

(Luke sighs)

(distant train roars)

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(traffic hums and whooshes)

- Look. I'm sorry I didn't back you up.

Waters had us all spinning our wheels with that IA bullshit.

Two of you we're looking pretty bad for a minute there,

but these things do get complicated.

(Brian chuckles)

- I guess it'd be pretty easy for me to pick up that badge

and walk out that door, but I'm afraid it's gonna cost me

a lot more than just some sleepless nights.

Truth is, I'm the one that shot that boy.

It was dark and it looked like he was reaching for something

and I panicked and fired and...

(Brian sighs)

It all happened so fast.

I knew it would look bad because a cop shooting a kid,

an unarmed kid on top of it,

it wouldn't matter that the kid was selling drugs,

that he had $200,000 stashed in his trailer,

or that I thought my life was on the line.

All that would matter is I shot a kid,

and I would be tried in the news, and um,

my life as I knew it would be over, so...

Luke was the one that took the money.

He said it would be better that way if we both had

something on top of each other.

So, I was in no position to argue.

- You're right.

Would've been a lot easier on both of us,

if you picked up this badge and walked out that door.

- I know, Captain.

Sorry.

I'm just done with lies.

(Brian sighs)

(door slams) (Howell sighs)

- Send Lisa in here, please.

(Howell sighs)

(knocks on door) Come in!

- Yes, Captain?

- I want you to put out an an APB on Detective Luke Carson.

- Sir?

- Yeah.

(door thuds)

(crickets chirping) (engine hums)

(distant dog barks)

(keys clinking)

(door thuds)

(Brian sighs)

(Brian sighs)

(weapon thuds) (Brian groans)

(ominous music)

- Wakey wakey!

(footsteps shuffling)

Mm.

You know,

I tried.

I was gonna let it all go.

All your bullshit.

I tried to pin it all on your psycho girlfriend.

IA report would've been thrown out.

I mean, who'd take her word for it, right?

You and I would be back to driving around,

talking shit, doing our thing.

But no.

Your strong pussy-whipped dumb ass

had to throw me under the bus.

(Luke titters)

So, I said, "Fuck it."

Fuck it!

(Brian groans)

Hmm.

Can you feel it?

My Special K cocktail?

I give it to all my guests.

- You.

Why?

- It's a long story.

My dad used to be a clothing designer for women.

He loved women, a little too much.

Kinda like you.

My mom, she found out one day.

She found out what a double life he had.

She couldn't handle it.

It killed her.

Literally.

So, when I grew up, I made sure that

he got a taste of what that felt like.

So, I slashed his throat.

I separated his sick mind from his sicker body.

- You're Charlie Hedges?

Robert Hedges' boy.

- Can't say I didn't warn you.

I told you not to go there with Jackie,

and little did I know, you already were.

I hate cheats and rats and there you are,

both, just like the rest of them.

Men, women,

trans,

gay,

lesbian, bisexual.

They come in all sizes and shapes, but they're all the same.

(upbeat dance music)

(victim giggles)

But worse are the Bible-thumpin', Sunday-church-goin',

hypocrite pieces of shit cheating bastards.

Risking it all.

Risking their families.

For what?

Something new and exciting?

(victim gasps)

(body thumps)

(ominous music)

- What about Sabrina?

What did she ever do to anybody?

- Oh! Hey!

(gun fires)

(ominous music continues)

- Yeah, I did feel bad about her.

She just wanted to help save Vanessa.

I did need her body to help set up a scapegoat.

First, I chose you.

But after we both got suspended anyway,

Jaclyn became the perfect choice.

Kill two birds with one stone.

- How did you know Tanya would identify Jaclyn?

- Well, once I told you I'd banged the hostess,

I knew you were gonna find her.

You're actually a good cop.

You see, I paid Tanya off to say it came from Jaclyn.

I'm a fuckin' genius, right?

- You're nothing but an over righteous, twisted up,

perverted, sick-ass murdering fuck.

You're just like your father.

A carbon copy.

(Luke grunts)

(water splashes)

(glass shatters)

(water splashes) (Brian pants)

(Luke and Brian grunting) (ominous music continues)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(body thuds) (Brian groans)

(Luke and Brian grunting) - Come here!

(Brian groans) Come on!

(knife flicks)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

- [Brian] Stop!

(Luke and Brian grunting) (ominous music continues)

(knife hacks) (Brian yelps)

Fuck! Shit!

(Luke chuckles)

- [Luke] Come here.

Come here.

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(fist thuds)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

- [Brian] Drop it!

(Luke and Brian grunting)

Fuck off!

Fuck.

(Luke and Brian panting)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(bodies thumping)

(Brian groans)

(Luke and Brian grunting) (ominous music continues)

(elbow thuds)

(Luke and Brian grunting)

(ominous music continues)

(Luke grunts)

(bodies thumping)

- It has been confirmed.

The mannequin killer has been arrested in North Little Rock.

The assailant's real name is Charlie Hedges,

and to the surprise of local authorities,

he was going by the name of Luke Carson.

That's right, folks.

Local detective that a lot of us knew very well,

Luke Carson.

He secretly used this identity for many years,

leaving the police baffled.

- My angel.

- 15 counts of murder of the first degree.

- Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you

when you told me to get some help.

But I promise I'm gonna to do everything I have to,

to make sure that we fix our family, okay?

I can't afford to lose y'all.

- Our daughter needs her father,

and I won't take that from her.

As far as you and I are concerned-

- I need you.

(door clicks open)

- Okay. - Hey, hey.

- Cap.

- Maybe you should've chosen your partner more carefully.

(Brian chuckles)

- You chose my partner.

- I know.

So...

(warm piano music)

Welcome back.

(Brian sighs)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

- What's that?

- [Howell] Uh-huh?

- That's Daddy's badge.

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks playing ♪

♪ Put it down ♪

♪ Go ahead, set your anger down ♪

♪ Bet it hurt like hell ♪

♪ All the things that you lived and felt ♪

♪ I know it's heavy ♪

♪ But I'll help you carry it now ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Breathe out ♪

♪ We'll fight out of this hell ♪

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks continues ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to listen this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to speak up this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to change this time ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Put it down ♪

♪ Go ahead, set your anger down ♪

♪ Know it hurts like hell ♪

♪ All the things that you lived, endured ♪

♪ I know it's heavy ♪

♪ But I'll help you carry it now ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ Breathe out ♪

♪ We'll fight out of this hell ♪

♪ "Anchors" by Twin Oaks playing ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to listen this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to speak of this time ♪

♪ Erase, now rewind ♪

♪ We have to change this time ♪

♪ Time ♪

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