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Police are making a plea for information
for 24-year-old student Alison Woods...
My daughter, Sarah Collins, vanished nine days ago.
It's not like her to go wandering off.
Emily Phillips was last seen
leaving her gym on the corner of...
She may have met someone online.
I know she's out there somewhere.
We love you. We're praying for the day...
...still yet to find a body.
We love you. We're not giving up.
You don't tell me what to do in this house.
This is my house. These are my rules!
You're the baby 'cause you went through my stuff!
How many times have I asked you to use the doorbell?
I'll be ready in a minute, Dad.
Mom snooped through my social media.
You have no right to do that.
I have every right to do that, young lady.
- You should've asked her first. - See?
Would you like to see the photos your daughter's posting of herself?
Or the conversations she's having with complete and total strangers?
It's nothing compared to the naked selfies Kim and Kylie post.
Sorry, Dad. I'll take it down.
- I'm ready for school. - Sit down.
Now, show me these people you've been talking to.
You mean, boys?
You can talk to boys.
Boys are gonna try and talk to you.
I didn't accept their friend requests. Some of them messaged me, though.
- And you replied? - They were being so annoying.
They were baiting you. And you fell for it.
Assess the situation like I taught you how to do in the real world.
Malcolm here. All of his photos are by himself.
And look at his camera angles. He's trying to make it look
like someone else is taking the picture.
And all of his friends are girls.
Do you get his MO Now?
Men are...
Pigs. I know.
Can we go to school now?
Yeah. Get your stuff.
Think of it like a... a roller coaster.
You'll be nervous to start with.
Even scared a little.
But once you get started, uh, the rush you feel...
Thanks for my phone, by the way.
That's a secret phone, remember?
So, why don't we start by each taking off a piece of our clothes?
Sexy.
Really?
No, dickhead.
The driver found her when he unloaded the cargo.
Female, Caucasian, thirties.
There's multiple breaks. Left arm, both legs.
- Jumper? - I'd say so.
She didn't die on impact, but given her injuries
and the temperature, shortly after.
I'd estimate she landed from a height of over 15 feet.
Ask the driver if he stopped for gas.
Then check the bridges along his route.
They might have CCTV or security cameras.
She major cartilage damage on her wrists and calcified bruising on the bone.
- She was tied up. - Looks like it.
She was also given vitamin supplements and birth control.
Whoever did this blew her eardrums out,
but her cranium was still intact.
The lab thinks it was some kind of pressurized device.
Have you ID'd her yet?
No. Whoever did this took a lot of patience and dedication.
And, uh, if we're lucky, it's a lone case of infatuation.
Yeah. And if we're not, it's a guy who wants his guests to be permanent residents.
Hey! My gosh. How are you?
Okay. Um...
So I'm guessing you work cyber now.
- I gave up the lounge chair. - Hmm.
I'm a profiler now. I guide their interactions with suspects online...
I can't get into this interface. It's not working.
Just grab this code trail, lock onto it.
It's a really delicate gig,
trying to coerce someone into revealing an agenda
without pushing them into one.
Um, Rachel?
Pardon, sorry. Your boy is back.
Okay.
All right.
Look, listen, I need some people checked out on my daughter's social media.
Oh, that's good. You're in touch. That's really good.
- And Angie... how is she? - Just what I asked for.
Thank you.
He seems nice.
What the fuck is this?
Who are you?
Listen, I... I haven't done anything wrong.
Ninety-four girls groomed.
Looks like you met with thirteen of them, had sex with four.
- Is this one more? - I never... I never forced any of them.
There's little difference between forcing yourself on someone
and influencing a girl into submission.
What the fuck? I can't feel my...
$92,000 in savings, another $8,000 in stocks.
I'll get... I'll get help. I'll... I'll go to therapy.
Oh, you don't need that anymore. It doesn't work anyway.
As highlighted by your previous conviction.
Jesus fucking Christ. What have you done to me?
Sign this.
Your savings will be divided amongst the girls you abused.
Take one twice a day for the rest of your life.
It's a testosterone suppressant.
Your doctor will prescribe it for you.
What's happening to me?
I've disarmed you. It's still there.
But it's now no longer possible for you to get an erection.
I've also had your balls removed.
Not that you had any... in the first place.
If you inform the police of your rehabilitation,
I will release the images you have poorly hidden on your computer
to your entire address book.
Do I make myself clear?
Why this one?
It's isolated. It's a long way on foot in the cold from either side.
If she was being chased...
jumping was the only option.
I won't get much off this.
It should still be hot.
Oh, you got the bread I like.
We need to get some proper furniture for this place.
You want somewhere nice to sit? I'll get you a sofa.
No, I meant for you.
There's sheets over everything.
It's just weird. It's a house. You sit down.
These are for you.
- No, these are nice. - There's a transmitter in them.
Okay, that's so nice.
The emit a signal that feeds off cell phones.
As long as you're near one, I'll be able to track you.
Do you have to use that one? I look so rough.
Hey, you want to help me a second with this? I got...
- Where's my file? - Uh, Rachel took it.
She wanted to go over it. Give it a personal touch.
- Yeah. - And where is she?
- She's at lunch. - At lunch?
Yeah, she eats.
Is that your baby?
Yeah.
You bring your baby to work?
When my girl can't have her, yes.
And what...
Fuck it.
You could've said something.
What was I supposed to do?
You could've said something.
Didn't you move in, like, a year ago?
No wonder you wouldn't let me come over.
Yeah. But it works for me. No one says it has to be pretty.
Mom does.
I do what I do.
You do what you do.
I do pizza.
I told you, you don't want to spend time here.
Don't you want a proper home again?
I just want to shower and get back to work.
He ain't coming. I'm bored. I want to go home. Come get me.
Okay, now I'm actually ready to leave. Thank you.
Okay.
So, you've been here a while.
Where's your pa?
In jail.
You should stand up straight. You got some great, hefty tits. Show them off.
There was a young girl in here.
That foul-mouthed little thing?
That'd be her.
She left already.
Are you all right?
- Are you okay? - Move the car!
Get out of the way! Move your car!
- You're in shock! - Move your fucking car!
It's okay.
Help! Somebody help!
Please!
- Please! - Oh, fuck.
He pushed me aside. Must be drunk or something.
Sir. Out of the vehicle, please.
He is running hundreds of open profiles.
It's all wired to upgrade automatically,
but he's barely using half of its capabilities.
If anything, he's a self-taught techie.
Why do I recognize him?
He was a judge. And a good one.
He handled a lot of our criminal cases.
And he stepped down when his family was murdered.
My colleagues have some questions about the equipment in your car.
- There's a young girl out there, been abducted. - Yes.
He says that he's fitted a girl with a tracker and he's using her as bait.
The signal went dead right about here.
It was moving when we lost it.
Her very life is on the line right now, right this second.
And here we are, talking!
- Mr. Cooper. - Get out there and find her!
Your tracker, how does it work?
Cell phones.
We have confirmation of cell phone signals
running through the drones.
Copy that.
Three-Charlie-one-one.
Two minutes outside Hudson Bridge.
Maintain UAV clearance until then.
Drones are up.
The tracker signal's loading.
Target located.
Target's two miles northeast of your location.
Shit.
Get down! Get down! Get the fuck down!
...trauma to the structural tissue surrounding your eardrum.
Can you hear me? Good.
I'll come back later for you MRI.
Julie?
Do you remember how long you were in captivity?
Did you know him?
Do you remember seeing any of the other girls?
I'm so sorry that I have to ask you these questions.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. He didn't touch me.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
- May I have a second? - Fuck you, dude.
You two need to have a serious think about what you're doing.
What we're doing? 'Cause I'm pretty sure we're the ones that caught him.
Let's go home.
Cops are fucking useless.
You only show up after it's already happened.
Simon Stulls.
Is your name Simon Stulls?
Simon Stulls.
For the record, anything you say or do
can and will be held against you in a court of law.
Would you like the state to provide you with an attorney?
Please say the word "no" if you're declining your use of a state attorney.
No.
Born 1987.
Sole proprietor of 42 Maggy Lane.
Pressurized air valve.
Custom-made and old.
That's why there wasn't any damage to the cranium.
The rush of air damages soft tissue, not the bone.
- He's very, very comfortable in there. - Yeah.
You caused a lot of people a lot of pain,
and the best thing you can do now is help us.
This is how he made them all deaf.
- You asked to be in here. - And I asked for you not to be.
Simon.
You're scared of it?
Can you hear me?
You can't hear me, can you?
Send me home.
I love me so much.
So, so much.
So much. So, so much.
So, so much.
Sarah!
Sarah Collins!
- Sarah! - Shh, shh. Hey, hey.
- You can't be like this. - They said they found someone alive.
Let's get this officer to help you over here.
- Sarah Collins. - He's gonna help you right here.
- She went missing... - He'll look after you.
Went missing four years ago.
Dad!
He stared at himself for three hours without moving.
It's called guilt.
I can't get a read on him.
He's impaired, but it's more social than physical.
It's akin to childhood disintegrative disorder.
Do you want the good news or the bad news?
Bad.
They found a lot of unidentified DNA in that house.
So it's your job to get inside his head...
and find out what he's done.
A lot of families need closure out there.
And the good news?
Well, he's shit scared of me.
So I'm gonna go home and eat.
And probably fucking sleep for a week.
Suddenly I'm jealous.
I don't want to be here or at home.
Lay next to me, Dad.
I don't sleep so good.
Wait till I fall asleep.
What were you like when you were my age?
Trouble.
Your Uncle Charlie and I used to ride bikes
up and down the beach all day.
We'd fall asleep in the sand.
Not wake up until the middle of the night.
Your grandma would be so angry.
So much trouble.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
- What the fuck else is down there? - Stop it! Stop it!
He rigged the fucking basement!
- What? - He killed six fucking cops!
That's what!
You fucking piece of shit!
Get out! Get out!
Simon.
Okay, it hurts.
It's fine, it's okay.
Simon.
This is not a game.
Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
Yes, it is.
What?
Let's play a game.
'Cause you all look the same.
- Creeper. Creeper! - It's okay. It's okay.
It's fine. Okay? You're doing so well. Keep going.
No. I'm not as good as me with the words.
Teach me how to play the game.
Freezing hot or burning cold.
Brr... Brr...
You wrap them up and you try to get away,
but you can never get away.
You can never get away.
It's fine.
Everyone is locked down in a cage like the doggy.
Then they go, "Woof!" And they go, "Woof!"
And they try to bite you.
And they try to scratch at you.
And they kick at you. They kick at you.
He was either playful or angry. Never both.
Excited like a child, or mean.
Don't let him fool you. That man is evil.
Police have suffered six fatalities
while searching the premises of a white male in his thirties
who is believed to have several women locked up in his basement.
Survivors are being treated at the local hospital.
Reporting live from Minnesota, KL News.
Yeah, I figured you might be in here.
The press is outside. They want a statement.
You got a pen?
Y-Yeah.
No comment.
Right.
Today I'd like to talk about the money that we found in your house.
You only have one bank account, but it rarely shows any withdrawals.
Where did you get the money?
Simon?
Do you know where you got the money?
Finders keepers, losers bleepers.
Where did you get the money?
In a trunk.
Outside the front door smoores.
There's a bug in my ear.
Someone brings you money?
♪ Riding through The snow ♪
- Simon, who brings you money? - ♪ In a one-horse... ♪
Santa Claus.
He comes at night when I'm asleep
and then rushes off. Whoosh!
"Ho ho! Ho ho ho!
Ho ho! Ho!"
Simon.
Tell me about your mother.
Dead. Mommy dead.
Mommy is dead.
She didn't love me.
No, she did love me. She did love me.
- Did she hurt you? - No!
Okay. Okay, come here.
- I've seen enough of this shit. - What?
I want him in court today.
But there are elements of paranoid schizophrenia.
- I genuinely don't care. - I'm just getting through to him.
We do not have to try to make sense of this thing. I want him out of here.
He's like bad fucking milk sitting in the fridge.
Court. Sentenced. Jail. Got it?
I need more time.
He has multi-personality traits, each with their own realities.
But I don't know how many he's created or if he's even aware of them.
I think he's fucking with us.
Come on, man. We've had the longest week.
We've had the longest day.
How else can someone like this...
do what he's done for such a long time...
and never get caught?
Shake the tree.
Arrest every fucking thing that falls.
Yes, sir.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Good talk.
- It's not him. He's getting help. - I do not agree.
He's more than capable of planning for the eventuality...
- He's a fucking idiot! - The one that you've seen, yes.
But there's more than one of him in there. That's the point.
I have his mother's case file.
Amy Stulls, born 1962. Committed suicide, 1995.
You're chasing ghosts.
While working overtime in the textile factory,
mother was abducted and raped in 1986.
Tossed into a lake.
She survived to become pregnant with Simon.
What's the address of that textile factory?
Okay.
They found a suicide note.
Zoom in.
"Rejoice, rejoice.
Judas's whore is dead.
Come, servants. Feed on my feet.
The fire, the ice.
The creeper who raped me.
His blood money I let silence me.
Shame on you all.
Shame.
I hate you.
I love you.
I tried to hide us, but the devil sees everything.
My evil, evil boy.
My sweet, sweet boy.
Mommy's so sorry.
This winterbug is free."
So, like, will it hurt?
No. Don't be silly.
- Where's Cooper? - Hey, man.
Oh, fucking ball-sacs.
I... I was... I was just being a friend.
I need Cooper.
He can hear you.
I'm sorry, okay? I just want to go.
Put those on or I will let them castrate you.
I'm not surprised by what you're up against.
Predators may act in solitary,
but their instincts are quite the opposite.
They take comfort in knowing that there are others out there just like them, all alone.
Please, continue to enlighten me on the nature of criminals.
Well, it's the reason your men are dying, isn't it?
Simon's got friends.
Hi.
What are you cunts doing here?
That is not nice. We...
For the record, I have no legal right or claim
over anything on this property.
You guys are here illegally, and now anything you find on that computer
is inadmissible in a court of law.
- Shit. - Yeah. Fucktards.
Hey, what's he doing, anyway?
I'm hacking Simon's virtual drive
from what it thinks is a trusted source
through to the exchange.
Why are you helping him?
Because he never tried to fuck me,
and wouldn't, if he could.
He's decent. Most men are fucking gross.
Not all men are gross.
Oh, yours isn't?
No, mine is.
I'm in.
Who are you?
How many cases have you worked where guilt is obvious
but the jury had to ignore a piece of evidence?
Like a rapist who buys his way out of a case.
Suddenly someone has the courage to refuse his offer to pay her off.
Prosecutes.
Jury will never hear what he's done before.
Doesn't really give you the right to run around,
hacking people's nuts off, though, does it?
If a lion eats someone and you lock it up
and you say, "Don't do that again,"
then ten years later, you let it out, what happens?
Not all criminals are animals.
Some are wired to be.
Eighty percent of sex offenders re-offend. Eighty percent.
Yet we knowingly let them back out onto the street.
Seven this last month released within 15 miles of this school.
That's five out of seven active predators.
Unless you treat the underlying cause
of their instinct to offend: Hormones.
When you do that, the re-offend rate drops to just five percent.
You can't think someone's gonna commit a crime
regardless of any of the social factors,
because that is dangerously narrow-minded.
It's like thinking all Muslims are terrorists.
I'm not talking about the color of a man's skin.
I'm talking about the endless voice in a predator's head
that says, "Do it, do it, do it."
You're too stubborn to ask why.
I know why. You think you got punished
for letting all those sex offenders out of prison.
What happened to your family...
was a tragedy.
And no matter how many predators you treat...
that guilty you're feeling...
it never goes away.
We hacked his server. He was talking to someone called Hunter. Hunter71.
Explosive in the car was pentaerythritol tetranitrate. Commonly used.
However, the compounds in the trigger are unique.
High-intensity, stable, low surrounding impact, and dense.
Expensive. Military grade.
Simon said that Santa comes and drops money off at the house every year.
Maybe Santa pays the bomb maker.
Run a search for military personnel in the state,
born 1971.
Okay. Which one of those are trained in explosives?
No longer in service.
He's hit! Shots fired!
Pop smoke!
Cease fire! Cease fire! Turn around!
Stay back! Stay back!
Wait!
We both know why you're here.
You sold a trigger explosive to a man who abducted and killed more than ten women.
- What? - Don't you have a fucking newspaper?
What else did you make him?
Uh, a signal blocker for cell phones.
It was nothing.
That was the guy who locked up all those women?
Yeah. Someone out there has been...
Tell me about your mommy.
Tell me about her.
I bet she hated you.
She loved me. She protected me.
Protected you from what?
She didn't take care of you. She didn't love you.
- You... - No one loves you.
No one. You have nobody.
- No. - You have nobody to keep you company...
- No. - ...except your reflection.
You're a freak.
Where's the other Simon? I want to talk to him.
- Rachel, don't. - Come on. Come on.
- What is it? You like tits? - No.
- You like to chain women up? - No.
Yes, you do. Come on.
- Come on, Simon. - Don't do that.
Come on! What did she do to you?
Come on!
- Tell me what she did to you! - No.
- Tell me. - Rachel, no.
What? What did she do to you? Tell me!
- Come on! - She never let me play!
She always kept me locked in a cage
like a monkey! Like a monkey!
What did you do to her? What did you do to your mom?
They made me.
- They told me to do it. - Who's they?
- They told me... - Who's they?
- They told me to. - Who's they?
They told...
Fuck me! Who's they? Who's they?
Who's they? The voices in your head?
Tell me who it is! I want to talk to the other Simon!
I want to talk to the man!
I am the man! I do what I want!
Do you remember all the women that you killed?
I remember them. I remember them.
Who was the first one?
I hate him. He follows me everywhere!
Who's he?
This arrived for you upstairs. I signed for it.
- You know, give you a break. - Thank you.
You okay?
Yeah, it's just been a long day.
So, you want to go get some ribs?
Baby, I'm ready to take her.
Baby? Are you sleeping?
Hey.
Marshall.
Everyone get out!
You know, I have to yell at people
to get them to do what I want.
You don't.
What are you doing here?
It's freezing cold and it's the middle of the night.
You don't... Well, I know you don't want to be here.
I despise downtown.
My wife used to chastise me because I never took any, so...
It just doesn't feel right to put my feet up where hers should be.
You know what I mean?
I'm used to seeing you look like shit.
You look, like, almost normal.
What's going on?
I'm just...
You know.
Bomb threat at the police station. Everyone evac.
- I repeat, everyone evac. - Shit.
Whoa, whoa, we gotta go. Come on.
Gotta get out! Let's go!
Put this shit on. Put it on.
I got you. I got you.
I got you!
- Shut up. - I got you!
Rachel, where is he?
In his cell.
That package was from you.
He's not gonna blow himself up. This is bullshit.
- Why wouldn't he? - Because then the game is over.
Hey. Where are we going?
♪ Through the fields We go ♪
♪ Laughing all the way ♪
♪ Making spirits bright ♪
♪ What fun it is To laugh and sing ♪
♪ A sleighing song tonight ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
Fuck!
Where is she? You're not going anywhere.
Simon!
Alicia! Alicia!
Alicia!
Oh, my God.
Come here.
Since when do you cook?
I used to cook for your mother all the time.
I just haven't had a reason to.
I mean, do you do your hair all nice
when there's no one there to look at it?
Yes.
That's a bad example.
This is gluten-free, right?
'Cause I'm gluten-intolerant.
No, you're not.
What's going on?
When your mother and I had you,
she was very nervous about my job.
SWAT is dangerous.
So I moved to Homicide.
It was quieter.
But with you around, everything became personal.
Where I couldn't afford it to be.
I tried everything.
Even therapy.
Can you imagine me in therapy?
You hate talking.
So you were worried something bad would happen to me?
No.
Actually...
I just couldn't...
I couldn't see it anymore.
You know when you're in bed at night
and the lights are off,
you can see the room, right?
Then if you turn the lights on and off again,
you can't see anything.
The people I chase...
they live in the dark.
And I could see them really easily until you came along.
Because...
you were the light.
No phones or laptops till you come get us.
I get it. It's okay, Dad.
Be careful.
Simon's mother was suicidal.
After the rape and pregnancy, she must've seen a psychiatrist.
That doesn't matter. All the files of the rape charges have been buried.
Not these. The state has strict indemnity clauses
to protect itself in the event a patient commits suicide.
Records at crisis centers across the state get backed up annually.
Simon wouldn't know that.
Nobody would.
Waste of fucking time.
It's Marshall. I need two teams down at the psychiatric record center.
There is a corridor filled with crap down here.
Got it.
Okay. Hold on that.
You want to meet his mother?
Amy Stulls. AXOP-392.
So, you look good. Are you sleeping?
Better than ever.
- And eating? - Always.
Are you still refusing an ultrasound?
The doctors are there to help you, you know.
Look, I've...
I've started getting nice things already.
And I assume you bought those
with the money you got from the settlement?
Do you really think, given what he did to you,
he's gonna leave you and the baby alone?
Well, everyone else thinks he's such a nice man.
She knew him. We find his dad, we find Simon.
...and he comes knocking on that door wanting his kid?
Judas sinned and was forgiven.
We found Mother's file in the archive.
1976. Amy Stulls.
Rape and attempted murder.
Settled out of court for $1.14 million,
but the payee's name is not listed.
Good work. Can you make it down to the station?
I'll do my best.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Well, he's covered his tracks well.
Yep.
His father's name isn't on any of the criminal reports,
and I can't find any sign of him on the database.
If the commissioner had given me the fucking time
that I needed to find it instead of fucking yelling at me,
then maybe we'd have a clue where he is right now.
Will your professional opinion be worded that way in your report?
Look, we know he knew her and he paid her off.
If he didn't own the textile company,
see who owned the buildings.
Patching it through.
MCG Industries. Statewide textile and supply distributor.
Founded by David McGovern.
Recently cited in a car accident with one Michael Cooper.
I didn't see you!
You're in shock! It's okay!
McGovern's also serving as chairman of the board of benefactors
to Flexston Prep,
where he currently resides on campus.
- Guys, guys, guys. - Folks, with me. Come on.
You guys, with me. Inside.
What is going on?
Right there. Door is open.
You're going to die!
- I hate you! - Drop the knife, Simon.
Drop the fucking knife!
I want my bear. Please, my bear.
Creep, creep, creeper.
I want my bear!
You're his father?
I want my bear!
Please, my bear.
I want my bear.
Simon, why did you do this?
I hate him. He wouldn't leave me alone!
My bear! I want my bear!
I want my bear!
Mommy's bear!
Just give him the fucking bear, you cunting bitch.
Look what he made me do.
No more crying like a fucking baby.
You want to know what I did to those sluts?
There's a busload of them you don't know about.
Give him what he wants.
His bear.
If you could hear him crying like a fucking baby.
I can't listen to him anymore. Shut him up.
No bear, no bodies.
Nothing but twiddling that tight little...
I give you this, you give me everything.
Samantha Crawley.
Deceased?
Catherine Titus.
No?
Alison Woods.
Deceased?
Rebecca Chastain.
Lara?
Deceased?
Emily Richardson.
Rachel Prodhome?
Victoria Maringoth.
Emily Phillips.
No?
He's been in my fucking house! What the fuck are you lot doing here?
That's impossible. He's been here since yesterday afternoon.
- Just take a beat and calm down. - I will not!
- Cooper. - Can I remind you
the only reason you haven't been arrested...
- 'Cause you're too busy being dicked around. - Cooper!
You know I have nothing to lose.
You find her. You find my girl unharmed.
Or I'm not responsible for what happens next.
Where's Lara?
Let me say I'm sorry.
Then I'll tell you.
Apology accepted.
Not to you, silly bean.
To them, outside.
Let me say sorry for the things I've done.
And then I'll tell you where the last one is.
Is she alive?
Yes.
But ticktock, ticktock,
ticktock, ticktock, ticktock.
Who's the clever boo-boo?
We can't take the chance of losing another girl.
There's no way this ends well.
Of course there fucking is.
Please, quiet! Please, quiet!
Just say you're sorry. Anything else,
and they'll be begging for the death penalty.
- I wanted to say... - Hey! Did you take my wife?
Hey, look at the picture, man! Did you take her?
No, I did not.
She's way too ugly.
The reason I didn't get caught
is because the police and all of you
are dumber than the sluts that I fucked!
Son of a bitch!
They're gonna try and lynch you here and at the courthouse.
So get their attention and then bug out.
- I'm going. - Absolutely not.
Lara's still out there. He won't talk to you.
Fine. Be careful.
20-10 exiting Crossland.
10-15 on Andover Street.
Where has he put Lara?
Where is she?
Where is Lara?
Pause two and seven.
Put them together on the same screen.
Why do you stay with your husband
when you know he fucks other women?
How did you know that?
Shit!
Fuck.
Fuck this. Come on.
I'm so sick of...
Where is she? Where is she?
Tell me, damn you. Tell me.
Where is my Lara?
Damn you! My Lara!
Where the fuck is she?
Where is my Lara?
Where the fuck is she? Tell me!
Good boy.
Kiss.
Ahh!
Take that fucking shit off.
Is that Rachel? Rachel's in there!
You get the young one! I got Rachel!
Rachel likes me! Hi, Rachel!
Rachel?
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck!
- What have you got? - There's two.
Yeah, I know. What else?
He said... He said he's got the younger one.
"Grab... Grab your winterbug.
See who gets out."
They must've switched at the school. They were both there.
And we only got one of them.
All right. Think forward, not back.
So, where is he taking them?
Add "winterbug" to the key words.
♪ Time to play, winterbug, Winterbug, Winterbug ♪
♪ Where do you go In the snow, Winterbug Winterbug? ♪
Hey, hey, hey.
If anyone gets out, you can go second.
- And then we swapsies. - Swapsies? Swapsies?
I thought you were mad at me.
Quit fucking with your ear.
I am mad at you.
But I fucking love you.
- Winterbug. Norovirus. - That's not it.
- Winterbug. Handbag. - No. Next.
Winterbug. Pagan and animal sacrifice by burning or drowning.
Wasn't the mother thrown into a lake?
Hmm. The location wasn't listed in the police report.
Bring up the Amy Stulls interview, two minutes in.
It felt good to kill Daddy, didn't it?
Yes, I liked it. I liked it a lot.
And if it feels good, it's okay. Remember?
Mommy would be happy not following me around anymore
like a sneak-sneak-sneaker.
Daddy just wanted to be your friend.
Like he was with me.
The police all thought that he was trying to save you.
- Yeah. - But really it was me.
Me. It was me.
- Because I love you. - I love me.
No one else loves you.
Only me, silly bean.
I want Rachel. I have Rachel.
'Cause she actually likes me.
She likes me.
Now I have a life inside of me.
And it is my purpose to keep it safe and alive
and far from the devil's gaze.
Time to play winterbug! Time to play winterbug!
Winterbug, winterbug.
Yeah. Okay.
Hey, hey, come here.
When you find them, kill them... both.
No fucking around.
Whoa.
Brrr! Ooh! Brrr!
The frostbite will bite my toes.
Almost! Almost!
Another one!
Whoosh! Ha ha ha! Almost! Almost!
One more.
One more, one more.
Whoosh! Rachel! Rachel!
Ha ha ha! Yeah!
Rachel! Rachel!
Boom, boom, boom!
Help! Help!
Fire!
Wait! Stop! Stop!
Stop!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Come here, quick.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Stay here. - No fucking way.
There's no safety on that.
Wait. We have to tell Cooper I'm okay. He's gonna be worried.
- Oh, my God. - It's okay.
- Look at me. Look at me. - Oh, my God.
I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you're gonna be okay.
I promise you.
Okay?
Okay.
He told me what you did to him.
Do you want to see the man? Do you want to see the man?
Oh, you fucking bitch.
Why me?
Why me? Why me?
Hey! Why me?
Why me? Why me?
Let him go! Let him go!
Let me out.
Let him go or I'll fucking kill her right now!
Can't hear you.
Get out there, fucking bitch.
Get out there, you fucking bitch.
Don't you fucking hurt him. I will fucking kill her!
I can't hear you! You're gonna have to come closer!
- Come on. - Don't you touch him.
Don't you fucking touch him!
I will fucking kill her!
I will fucking kill her. Don't you hurt him.
Don't you touch him.
Let him go!
See what happens?
- Do you see what happens? - Okay, enough! Enough!
I will stick this gun right up her fucking cunt and shoot her.
If we go through this ice, you're dead in 60 seconds.
She'll fall right into the fucking ice.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
You think I fucking care if I die?
- No! - You care if he dies, don't you?
I will fucking...
I will fucking kill you!
Think of everything you've done to get him out.
You can have him, too. Just let her go.
- No! - Rachel, go.
Point it over here! Keep that pointed here! Go!
Fuck.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.
I don't... be...
- You love your brother, don't you? - Yeah.
- You really love him? - Yes, I want to be with him.
- Yeah? - Yes. Yes, yes.
Okay, come here. Come here.
Go give him a big hug.
Come here!
Fuck you!
No!
Lara, I write this in the event of my death.
And I've left instructions within.
Although you allowed me to be your guardian,
know that you were also mine.
Your light saved me.
Now shine.
Hey. Oh, yeah, we're not doing that.
You said anything I wanted.
Who are you?
I'm Rachel. I work with your dad.
You must be Faye.
Are you married?
Currently, yes.
Faye, Rachel saved my life.
So?
Here, let me help you.
Okay.
All right.
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