Are you sure this is not decaf?
I made it with my own hands.
Not the only thing you did with them.
There's fingerprints on the donuts.
Was because they put the jellies on the bottom this time, I... rummaged.
Hey, if there's a bear claw in there, I'll split it with you.
I'm still not feeling the caf, guys.
What's up with you, you had a big date this week-end?
I wish. My dog got sick at 3 a.m.
I wake up to him going...
Stop that.
I'm not even gonna tell you what my nephew did on Saturday
in front of this girl I was working on.
Good thing she has a strong stomach.
Pretty strong thighs, too.
So, are we totally out of plastic knives?
All I have for the case pitch are a couple of dead prostitutes.
If I don't get my energy up, I'm not gonna be able to sell it to Web.
I got a pretty good one.
A surgeon, over at Cedars.
This guy had like five times death rate of all the others.
Low risk cases, too. Could be twisted.
Yeah. Could be incompetent.
Some people are.
You and Karen had a nice quiet week-end at domestic cosytude again?
Yeah, we had a nice dinner, went to a movie...
A space western.
Sounds great.
What's your pitch?
There's a guy in federal lock-up,
he claims to have killed more than the 3 women he's convicted for.
- I thought we could confirm it by... - That's book-keeping.
I prefer fresh bodies.
Where's Locke?
She's usually here waiting for us.
Monday. Maybe she had a hot date last night.
Sure she'll be here soon.
Alright, we'll wait 'til she arrives.
You can tell me about your week-ends, while we wait.
You know, maybe I should call her.
She's not really Robot Girl.
Maybe she's just having a hard time getting out of bed.
I'm serious, I'm gonna be late for work.
Bad news for you.
You already are.
No, today's case pitch.
Ok? There are these girls that...
Yeah, girls. There's always some girls.
Shouldn't I be saying that to you?
Not for a while.
You're all the girls I need.
You can hear it, it's the alarm, I gotta go.
Turn it off. Stay with me in bed.
I'll make you breakfast.
You know what? Corey, come on.
You know what, I gotta go.
No, come on. Corey, I gotta go!
It hurts!
You gotta be kidding me.
Episode 13 SKIN AND BONE
Subtitles: Nathbot
Still?
You're kidding me.
You think whe just quit and moved to Hawai to open up a surfshop?
Not really.
But now we know where to find you when you don't show up.
Call me if you need me.
It's her machine again.
I wanna go over there, make sure everything's alright.
I agree, call me.
You coming with?
Yeah, I'm worried about her too and I gotta say...
I've always been curious about her place.
You think she's got normal stuff?
Or like... a "serial-killers of the world" doll collection.
You wanna come? Hurry up.
If we walk in on her when she's getting some, this is so not my fault.
Wait, where does she live again?
Carter?
Who are you?
Talk to me or I'll shut your eyes.
Fine, if that's what you want.&
You almost took my hand off that time.
Well it's very good and I'm very hungry.
- You help me do dishes? - Mmh, later.
I let them crust up.
Consider them crusty.
So you wanna go out? You wanna go to the beach?
No.
I like it inside, and...
Besides, people look at you on the beach.
Right, ok.
But you got to take the day off.
You don't get kisses like this at work.
You're right, I don't. Danny's way too rough.
And Paul always feels guilty, and Web, he's all tongue.
And Mel eats a lot of garlic.
What's wrong?
Nothing. It's perfect.
I'm just... I'm just sad it's not real.
It's as real as you believe it is.
I know, I just...
Sometimes it's hard to believe.
Maybe I'm not who should be here. I could change.
No, I didn't...
Don't go.
Don't go!
Please, don't go!
Don't go...
You can go, thanks.
My God, you think she was robbed?
And what, they took her fuzzy stuffed animals but left her computer?
Right.
Guess I was expecting this.
Or not. Look at this.
She's packed.
You think maybe she was going some place?
Dust.
She wasn't packing.
Paul, I don't think she ever unpacked.
So wait, she's been living out of boxes?
And suitcases? For the past 6 months?
Maybe she is Robot Girl.
I'll check the rest of the place out.
If there's nothing but batteries in the kitchen, we'll know.
Thai delivery food in the fridge...
You know she owns one plate? One.
Checked the garage, her car's gone.
Maybe she was carjacked, they took her along.
Wow, homey.
Gun case on her bed. Empty.
Too small for an issued weapon.
Ankle holster piece.
I found this on the table.
The only personal thing in the whole damn place.
Luckily it's very personal, it's her birth control pills.
She took Saturday's pill, never made it to Sunday.
So maybe she went somewhere Saturday.
Expected to be back the next day.
So she does have sex.
- I'll grab her computer. - You find anything?
Notes...
It's in pieces. FragileFlower, SweetDeath...
What does it mean?
What does any of it mean?
Yeah, I took that.
Pretty rude to bring a firearm at someone's home.
Where's FragileFlower? And SweetDeath?
Lunch!
'Licious.
You sick bastard.
Eat up!
- How hard was it to break in? - Hard.
Until I guessed her password.
Weirdest thing, our standing right here watching it.
There's a novel by Ken Fallet
- The key to Rebecca? - Right.
No, the key to Rebecca's computer.
- Fallet. - Interesting.
Not a pet, not her first love, not her mother's maiden name.
No, it's a puzzle that reveals nothing about her. Perfect.
The hard part is sifting through the volumes of stuff she got on here.
Apparently the way she likes to unwind after slaving over hot death bore
is to go home and scour missing person databases.
She goes home and works, just as I expected.
Not just on anything. Missing people.
Maybe because she was one.
- I'm still not shocked here. - You will be.
I might have oversold that one.
You've ever heard of pro-ano websites?
Pro-anorexia.
It's girls egging each other on to go further, to lose more weight.
They teach each other how to live in their disease.
How to stay hydrated, how to dangle a candy
for a low-flavored to yank it back out.
Teach each other to keep secrets.
- How many of these did she check? - Over fifty. But...
She seems to have made a home on one in particular.
A few friends there, too.
Friends with names like FragileFlower?
SweetDeath, yeah.
She was making friends? She was prep on a case.
That's what we were thinking too. We found this.
She pulled these photos from the reports.
No one has ever linked them before.
They went missing over the last few years.
Most were thought to be runaways.
They're all in their 20s.
Look. See?
Svelt.
Although they were never officially diagnosed as anorexic,
they're all clearly underweight.
Thinking Rebecca was tying them together into a case.
To pitch this morning.
She pitched it, and it's sold.
Drop everything else, we're working this.
You haven't touched your snacks.
I don't want any snacks.
Where are the others? Show them to me.
No! You don't make the rules here!
You are a guest!
Do you even understand what that means?
It's not polite to refuse what is offered by your host.
Now...
If you can show me that you know how to behave like a guest,
you'll be allowed to join us in the big house.
Eat.
- What's this? - A script.
They're the chatlogs from Rebecca's computer.
Conversations she had with the girls from the pro-ano website.
We're gonna read'em aloud.
By we, he means us.
Yeah, we're putting on a show and I got the lead.
Becky93.
Paul, you take SweetDeath, Carter, LittleWillow.
Danny, FragileFlower.
Swell.
And what will you be playing?
I'm listening.
Humor me.
Start with the one that says August 2nd.
SweetDeath.
I cut myself again today.
I get so wicked stressed at work.
You ever take the knife, Becky?
I used to.
Sometimes it was the only way...
I could deal when I felt ugly and useless.
Then I realised the only thing I got from cutting was more scars.
That's why I burn myself.
I once gave myself 2nd degree burns in chem class.
It was so easy to pretend it was an accident.
High lasted for days.
Damn.
Don't embellish.
I need to hear it exactly as it played out.
It's so great to talk about this stuff...
...with others who understand.
Your family give you grief like mine?
We don't speak much since I moved to L.A.
That's not like I have any friends here.
No real ones, anyway.
What about your co-workers?
I've been at my job for almost 6 months
and people I work with are still strangers to me.
Aren't they any women to bond with?
There's one. I like her.
But she's one of those women who make inappropriate jokes all the time.
Uses humor as defense.
And you wouldn't believe how much she eats.
Guess she doesn't care what she looks like.
There's this other guy.
Not a real deep thinker, former Marine.
Kind of a less socially aware Rambo.
- The one I work... - ...closest with, he's nice.
But he makes me uncomfortable.
Sometimes I catch him looking at me.
- Is he cute? - He's married.
That's not what I asked.
- Is he happily married? - I guess, I don't know.
Not sure if he even knows.
Not like he talks away about it.
He rarely talks, not about anything personal.
They've all got these walls up around themselves.
- Maybe you're the one with the walls. - Maybe.
When I was 11, other kids looked at me like I was a freak.
Then one day some girls invited me to sit with them at lunch.
For the first time in my life I felt I'd made real friends.
Until I found out my older brother had paid them to do it.
So, I got trust issues.
I don't have any friends either, Becky, except you guys.
You're the only ones I feel safe with.
Ditto.
Maybe we should get together, the four of us.
Yes.
I'd love to.
It'd have to be in the evening, I work til 6 at the mall.
Where should we do this?
We could meet at my parents house on Sunday, they'll be out of town.
How's 8 o'clock?
- Good for me. - Me too.
What's the address?
I'll get you the address later.
Can't wait to meet you guys.
Me too. "g2g"?
"gotta go".
See you there.
That's all.
So she's set off to infiltrate the Binge & Purge club.
That's what she thought.
They were infiltrating her.
Setting her up.
She should have seen it.
It was a trap.
So are you saying these other girls are somehow working with the UNSUB?
Maybe there aren't any other girls.
Maybe don't exist.
Not even FragileFlower?
Online chatters generally tend to fall into the same patterns.
They use the same abbreviations.
Each one of these voices is consistently different from the other.
Different slang, different fonts.
FragileFlower uses the letter "u" instead of spelling out the word.
- She says "g2g". - "Gotta go".
LittleWillow uses emoticons.
Smiling faces, frowning faces...
None of the others do that.
You lost me.
I'm saying that somebody is trying too hard
to make each one of these voices sound distinct.
I think Rebecca was conversing with one person this whole time.
The UNSUB.
There.
I ate it.
Now where are the others? I want you to show them to me.
We're all right here.
- You're not sleeping. - Yes I am.
I have reason to think otherwise.
I'm just talking in my sleep.
You're cold.
- You're shaking. - I'm sick.
No, you're scared.
Why are you scared?
I don't know. Sometimes I just...
I feel like I'm gonna disappear.
You're not gonna disappear. You're right here.
But you're not real.
Don't rub it in.
Why would you disappear?
Sometimes...
I can't feel myself.
In my head, I try to find the part of me that's me and...
And I can't.
Like I'm gonna turn into dust and slip through your hands.
You just have to relax.
Try to breathe.
- I'm scared of him. - Who, Web?
No, not Web. Web's fine.
Why would you say Web?
- What was that? - Who are you scared of?
We have a leak. We have to call someone.
No, no, it's ok. It's just him.
What? What's the matter?
It's the snack cakes.
I put a little something in them.
Well, drugs.
It's just until you learn your house manners.
There's no way out, I promise you. So...
Don't waste our time or my batteries.
Who are you?
You know who I am.
I'm 3 of your best girlfriends, Becky93.
Well, I was.
For now I'm Ronald.
Ronald.
What do you want, Ronald?
I want what you want.
I wanna leave.
That's not what you told us before.
You said...
"I want a friend who understands."
"Someone who doesn't judge, who just wants to be near me."
"I want contact."
I can give you that, Becky93.
Where are the others?
I told you, they're here.
They're all in me.
Not the ones you made up.
12 missing women, Ronald. Real ones.
Christina Nox and Tracy Winesdean.
- Helena M... - Oh.
Them.
Well...
Guess you could say... They're all in me too.
We needed to be together.
I understood it, even if they didn't.
And they didn't know their house manners.
They didn't work out.
I hope you will.
So, Web's hunch paid out?
Carter's knocking his massive brain against it now.
If those 3 screennames live on the same computer, he'll find it. What'd you got?
There are 12 girls in Rebecca's possibles file.
Now, most of them were reported as runaways,
all of them had their own cars.
None of which priorly ever reported stolen.
Exactly. So no one has been looking for them.
Someone is now.
Someone always is.
Looking for her, I mean.
Don't be bitter about what she said in the chat room.
She's just working a case.
I'm not bitter, it's just she's always working a case,
and she's always getting taken.
I'm just saying...
"Girl to grab" isn't just some volume 4 of an encyclopedia.
It's Rebecca's life, she gets taken.
Like it's a hobbie.
It is kinda on the freaky side of often.
She's a young agent, she doesn't know when to...
...back off.
Do you think now is a really the time that we should be...
...profiling a possible vic?
Look...
We all know she had a tragic defining experience when she was 10.
But I don't think she knows any other way to live.
It's like maybe all the free time she has,
she's just waiting.
Like life is just something that happens between abductions.
That's crazy.
Only clinically, it could explain why she's such an emotional shut-in.
This isn't a cage, Becky93.
I know it may feel like that to you know, but it's not.
It's a fortress.
I'm not shutting us in, I'm shutting the world out.
We have everything we need.
And what we don't have, we can order.
You're making a mistake, Ronald.
People are gonna be looking for me.
They all say that, Becky93.
- It's never true. - It is true.
No. No one ever comes looking.
You were careful to cover your tracks.
Just like all the others, weren't you?
Course, if I thought that you had been careless,
and someone was going to knock on our door,
I'd have to do something about that.
You understand, don't you?
- I was careful. - I know you were.
I know you were, because I know you, Becky93.
To the bone.
I know you...
...to the bone.
I know that you do.
And that's why I don't believe you.
I mean, you say that you want me, but...
How could you? How could anyone?
I am disgusting.
What? No!
Don't say that about yourself.
It's all I've been saying online for weeks.
And now you just get to see with your own eyes that it's true.
I don't think you're disgusting!
Just stop it, please.
- No, I mean it! - You're lying!
I'm not.
I don't care what people think when they look at you, I don't see that.
I see what's only inside.
So you...
You don't think I'm fat?
Let's just say...
I don't care about that.
Are you making fun of me?
Do you think it's a joke to make me think
that somebody could actually want me?
- No. - I'm repulsive.
Don't you think I know that?
Why would anybody want to look at me?
Or touch me?
I'll touch you.
I want to touch you.
You do?
Very much.
No, you're just saying that. You don't mean it.
Trust me, Becky93.
Bitch!
Oh, bitch!
Bitch!
I traced all 3 IP addresses to the same service provider.
Same user?
Don't know yet. But I can tell you this.
The provider services Woodland Hills and some of surroundings areas.
Woodland Hills.
Item of interest.
Online reports were a bust so I went low-tech. Sorry Carter. Check it out.
A 2003 Prius, excellent condition.
VIN matches a Valery Carasus' car, one of the women on Locke's list.
It's for sale at a used car lot in Winnetka.
Where the hell is Winnetka?
Right next to Woodland Hills.
Fat... argh! (?)
You're making me do this!
You better get the H.E. double toothpick out of my bathroom!
You're in more trouble than you know, Ronald!
And I did lie to you. I work for the FBI.
Am I supposed to believe that?
Paris Hilton would be more credible as a fed than you, chubby.
Lies and threats won't work.
And you can't stay in there forever.
You're gonna get hungry, you know!
Anyone could see that about you, you pig!
Sooner or later, you're gonna open that door.
You little snotty snob, you're gonna come sticking out.
All wet and quivering.
Looking for some slop.
And when you do...
I know you're under the house, Becky93.
But there's no way out, under there.
You really screwed up.
We could have been happy together.
That's all I really wanted.
But you were too stupid to see that.
You were too damn stupid to do what I told you.
Tonight you're going to die alone.
Your deepest fear.
Do you remember telling me that on the computer?
When I was your girlfriend?
"I'm terrified that I'm gonna be alone until I die and then I'll die alone."
That's what you said.
You were spot-on.
All 3 IP addresses, one account, no WADEN (?),
Built to J.P. Molina.
- Where does he live? - That's a good question.
Bill goes straight to a business, mechanic's garage...
"Molina's transmission and bodyshell."
- In Woodland Hills? - That's it.
Call Mel and Danny in Winnetka have them meet us there.
Find your playmates yet down there, Becky?
See what happens to liying liars who don't know their house manners?
I give just one last chance, Becky.
One last chance.
Come back up, and we'll discuss it.
[Talking Spanish]
Hey, folks.
Can I help you something?
We're with the FBI, we've got a couple of questions.
You got a computer account in your name?
FBI...
Someone hacked into my account and put a terrorist threat
on a website or something? Because that's not me.
This is not about a terrorist threat.
Ok, good.
It's about 12 dead women and a missing federal agent.
A guy I know uses my account.
What's his name?
Ronald Ewin.
Why do you let him do that? You're that kind of friends with him?
Look, I felt sorry for him.
I heard he can't get out, so...
I cash his disability checks for him,
He'd steer some work my way.
Symbiosis, you know?
So, how is a guy that can't get out?
Get symbiotic auto bodywork to steer your way.
It's not that much work, really.
Hey don't touch that, really!
This was abandoned.
My guy he calls, somebody left it out front of his place
and then never came back.
Next time...
you might wanna think twice about accepting
a car with federal ID on the winshield.
You had a sister.
Where did you go, little girl?
Becky!
Come out of the floor, don't make me come down there!
Like you ever could.
Where are you, Becky93?
What did you do?
Who said you could do this?
Who said you could touch these things?
To make a call, please dial the outgoing code.
I know where you are, cow!
I can feel the house shaking.
I know what you did.
You got your dirty hooves all over my private stuff.
You have the worst house manners I've ever seen!
I may be a bad house guest, Ronald,
but you're a morbidly obese cannibal serial-killer. So...
Excuse me if I'm having a little trouble getting it up for your etiquette lesson.
You weren't always like this, were you?
I don't mean a narcissistic antisocial deviant with a weight problem,
you've always been that. But you weren't always alone.
Little sister was the first to go, wasn't she?
Did Mommy and Daddy know that you ate her?
Shut up, you! Shut your mouth!
You'd shut yours once in a while and push your plate away,
you wouldn't be stuck in that chair.
Or this house.
I said, shut up!
There was a time when you could walk.
Back when you were building this trap for your victims.
Sealing it up tight, probably drooling and planning.
But by the time you were finished, you were too big to bait,
and there was nobody left here to hose you down.
You got stuck in your own trap, Ronald.
Like some huge bloated spider.
Shut up, bitch!
You know, the women you lure here,
do you know what they see? You probably don't.
You moved all the mirrors when you could still fit through the doors.
When was the last time you saw yourself, Ronald?
You're the fat one! They were all fat!
You turned them into fat, Ronald.
When you ate them.
Do you wanna see what they look like now?
Drop your arm or I will fire.
You rude fat cow!
I'm gonna slaughter you!
How credible do you find me now?
I take around the back.
- Wait. - I see it. Door.
Hey.
Paul, hi.
Is this an okay time?
Yeah, I guess. Come on in.
My. People.
We just wanted to stop by.
Thanks.
I wanted to make sure the techs brought your computer back.
And it's been a couple days, so we wanted to make sure
you weren't like... kidnapped or anything.
And we thought we'd bring you something.
A plant.
It's wonderful.
Thank you.
Welcome to L.A.