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Adam's desire shall be the husband,
and he shall rule over me.
If she obeys, she shall be surely punished.
No. No!
We've got one body, female, late thirties,
found in the trunk of this car.
Cause of death unknown.
Who found the body?
Ugh, Norma Ellis is her name.
- How old is she? - I don't know,
maybe late twenties.
- What's she doing here? - Said she was on a walk.
- A walk? Here? - Yeah.
Yeah? She got an alibi?
Alibi? She called us.
Eh, sometimes a killer will insinuate himself or herself
into the crime,
even reporting the crime themself.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah, I don't think that's the case here.
- Can I talk to her? - You want to talk to her?
- Yeah. - I just sent her away.
- Why? - Just thought
I'd get a statement and then she can leave.
I mean, you have the report, you can read it.
No, I don't want to read the report.
I need to talk to her.
- Can you go find her? - Yeah, I got you.
How long has she been here?
Judging from the decomposition,
- I'd say just over a month. - Only a month?
Yeah, well, bodies, they decompose faster
in a hotter, more humid climate,
so a month, yeah, it could look like it, yeah.
- Any identification? - No. Nothing on her.
That's okay.
All right, thanks, Sharon.
So...
What were you doing here?
I was just taking a walk and I ended up here.
A walk.
So late at night?
Yes, sir.
I stay up late. Is that a crime?
Where were you coming from?
That's an awful long walk out here.
I'm just trying to figure out where you were coming from.
I don't know. Somewhere.
- You see anybody? - No, sir.
- Did you hear anything? - No, sir.
How long you been using?
Don't worry, I'm homicide, I don't do narcotics.
Year and a half.
Heroin?
You got a place?
Uh...
I have a friend who lets me sleep on his couch.
Listen, look, I could have one of our officers
take you over to a hotel where you can shower,
you can eat, have a nice sleep.
Would you like that?
Yes, sir.
Okay.
The victim was an adult female, 5'5,
about 115 to 120 pounds at the time of death.
Cause of death was asphyxiation.
- DNA? - Not yet.
It'll take at least two weeks for mapping.
Then, we'll be able to compare it
against the federal database.
Fingerprints?
No. Nothing.
She was all cleaned up.
- Rape? - Yes, there is evidence
of both vaginal and anal intercourse.
- Anything on the car? - No.
That was also all cleaned up.
So you're telling me we've got nothing.
Tortured, abused, and discarded.
What do you have?
Well, right now, I'm going through
unsolved missing persons cases from the county.
Some of these, they go as far back as a decade.
You don't think it could be somebody local, do you?
It's possible.
No, it's got to be a drifter.
Where are we on time?
Well, takes two weeks to process.
But we could save some time if we cross-reference the DNA
with the missing girls.
I received it a few weeks after she went missing...
telling me not to look for her.
I told the police, but they just didn't care.
I don't know, it seemed normal to them.
And then I saw the news.
That's why I called.
That girl you found down by the scrapyard...
Is it Jennifer?
We don't know yet.
And you're sure that this is from her?
I know my sister's handwriting.
She wrote that.
But what that said, it never made sense to me.
- Why? - She used her middle name, Liza,
which she hated.
I mean, she never wanted to be called anything
but Jennifer Collins.
She was such a beautiful child.
Tell me about her.
She dreamed of living in this big house, you know,
with the perfect husband bullshit,
wearing fancy clothes and raising her children.
She used to talk about having a big family all the time
and how she would keep the house clean
and make dinner.
The American dream.
That's what we all want, right?
Hey, I'm calling to let you know
we just got the analysis back on the DNA test.
The conclusion is 99.9% confident
it's the body of Linda Bridges,
the missing girl from our database.
I left the report on your desk.
Ms. Bridges, when did you receive this?
A few months after Linda disappeared.
First, we thought she'd just run away and she'd come back.
Then, we started thinking something was not right.
- And is this her handwriting? - Yes.
- You sure about that? - Mm-hm.
Okay, this is our focus.
Not the crime scene,
not the corpse, not the schematics.
We focus on Linda and Jennifer.
Now they both got the same MO.
They vanish, then they send a postcard.
That's our crucial detail.
Now, our methodology tells me
that we're looking for a white male.
These sort of crimes, they rarely cross racial lines.
Now he's probably right around their age,
he's probably a loner, uneducated...
...and most likely, he's a local.
What makes you say that?
This was personal.
Now, the coroner's report shows
that Linda was beaten repeatedly, raped,
and then murdered.
That's not random, but I think it's best
that we start interviewing locals
before we branch out.
Does modern society convey this as being acceptable?
Do you find her attractive?
Ej....
would you want this woman?
What?
Would you sleep with that woman?
I don't understand.
Would you make love to this woman?
- No, I wouldn't. - No, why not?
Not becoming enough?
Well, it's just...
Okay.
But you would sleep with Miss America?
Yeah, of course I'd sleep with her.
Exactly.
After all, she's Miss America.
We don't even need to see Miss America,
but we know that we would run home
and we would bang her if we could.
Okay, but this woman who is so unattractive to you
is actually Miss Mary Katherine Campbell,
Miss Ohio, the first Miss America.
And you, Ej, you seem to be
a blatant contradiction to yourself.
Okay, so the assignment is...
How has society evolved
in terms of beauty standards,
and why?
Why so quiet?
I'm thinking.
About what?
I'm bringing in a new girl.
Are you sure about this?
I am.
I mean, even after what happened last time?
This time will be different.
How do you know?
I know it'll be different.
Look, I don't think this is a good idea.
Why are you speaking like you have something to say?
I am telling you this time it'll be different.
- Sorry, we're closed. - Hailey...
I didn't know you worked here.
Yes. Yes, I do.
What can I help you with?
I'm looking for something for my wife.
Oh, what size does she wear?
About your size.
Mm-hm. That looks a little...
That looks more like your style.
- Shit. - What?
- The time. - What time is it?
The store is closed, and I lost my ride.
Oh.
I could give you a ride.
Oh, no, no, it's okay, I can just take a cab.
Oh, no, it's the least I can do.
It's my fault.
Okay, yeah, I would like that.
Okay, well, this is me.
Is it okay if I use your bathroom?
Sure.
It's just down the hall.
Well, I better get going.
- Thank you. - Sure, no problem.
- Goodnight, Hailey. - Goodnight.
Yes?
I left my keys in the bathroom.
Oh, no! Ah!
Someone help me!
Help me!
Oh, no!
Am I next?
Okay.
Hi, my name is Hawk, I'm codependent.
I have been my whole life.
I grew up with a single mother and a younger sister
outside Boston.
My mother was an addict
in every sense of the word.
She drinks, she smokes,
she does drugs, she lies, she steals.
I've never had a sip of alcohol or smoked.
I used to see the way my mother was
and I never wanted to be anything like her.
But I guess it's inevitable, though.
I did one thing like her.
I got divorced three years ago.
Cop with a broken marriage, I'm sure you guys all heard
that one before, right?
So after my marriage, I packed up my stuff
and I moved down here to be close with my mom.
Have a sister.
Also an addict.
Heroin.
And what started as pills for back pain
ended up in a $200-a-day habit.
What's sad is, I, uh, I always gave her the money.
No matter how bad the lie.
She died in my arms
in a washed-out hotel room
with the needle still in her arm.
And every day my mother calls me,
asks me when I'll find her.
I don't have the heart to...
to let her know that she's gone.
Instead, I just play along.
I just, uh...
I tell her, "I'll find her."
No! Stop! Ahh!
Oh, no!
Someone help me!
Help me!
If you see any of 'em, give me a call, okay?
The number is right on there, all right?
Thank you.
What do you think?
It's not for you.
Then for who?
You know who.
Well, does she have a name?
Her name is Hailey.
He wants you to wear this.
And don't even think about escaping.
He's watching us.
How long have you been here?
Like, five years.
Five years?
Why is he doing this?
He wants to...
...find something much more profound.
He wants to change us, make us better,
make us live up to our full potentials.
By kidnapping us?
No, it's much more complicated than that.
Men are never complicated.
Well, you've never met somebody like him.
Okay, you're gonna need to learn how to do this.
He wants your makeup a certain way.
Take a look.
Okay, so he wants us really tan,
so I have to put this on, like, once a week,
but you might want this, like, every other day.
He wants our teeth to be really white,
so you have to wear this three times a day.
Oh! It burns.
Ugh.
This is my side, and that's your side.
And that's final.
We have a certain dress code that we wear.
Sometimes, it'll be the same dress for weeks
and then, out of the blue,
it'll be something totally different,
but whatever it is, we just follow along.
Help! Help!
Somebody help me, please, somebody help me!
Stop! Stop! Stop.
You have to stop.
You're gonna get us both killed.
I don't care.
It's better than spending the rest of my life
in this place.
You ungrateful little bitch!
You don't get it, do you?
You think this is easy?
Well, before you, there was Linda,
and before Linda there was Carla,
and before her, we had Samantha.
But now they're all dead, probably rotting somewhere
because they couldn't follow the rules.
I'm still here because I followed the rules,
and the rules are that I have to take care of you
and that is what I'm gonna do.
So get used to it.
You have reached the National Center
for Missing and Exploited Children.
This line is being recorded.
By continuing your call,
you acknowledge your consent to the recording.
If you do not wish to be recorded,
please hang up now.
Hi, this is Robbie Coleman.
I'm returning your call about my daughter, Hailey.
She's been missing for seven months now,
but the odd thing is, is that we just received
a postcard from her a few weeks ago.
Like I told the officers,
something just doesn't seem right.
Well, she sent me a postcard.
Uh...
She told me she was okay
and that I should stop looking for her.
It came from New York.
New York?
Okay.
And when?
About ten weeks ago maybe.
And since?
Nothing.
She's a good girl.
She's great.
Very open.
Always the center of attention,
and she loves it.
- She's kind and she's smart. - Okay.
Any drug use or any boyfriends I should be aware of?
No, no. No drugs, no boyfriends,
nothing like that, she's... she's a good girl.
Tell me about her.
She was Hailey.
Okay, what does that mean?
She did what she felt like when she felt like doing it.
Nobody said a word, everybody loved her.
Well, did she... did she give you any indication
of where she was going
or say anything at all about leaving?
Other than this shit town? Nah.
She just went about her day being herself.
Miss Hailey Coleman.
- Family? - Yeah.
They were tight.
She had a good home.
Maybe even too good.
Now you two, you guys were best friends?
Hm, something like that.
Okay. What about any drugs?
Oh, yeah, she did everything,
coke, oxy, speed, ecstasy, weed.
Name it.
She partied hard.
Boyfriends?
What does that mean?
We fucked around a lot.
Well, any probation still must begin in the house,
and we have to have all the information to act upon.
So the fact that they said...
Hi, how can I help you?
Hi, I'm here investigating
the disappearance of a student.
Her name is Hailey Coleman.
What information are you looking for?
Her class schedule, professors, the works,
whatever you can give me.
Okay.
And if you have it, I'm gonna need the information
for Jennifer Collins and Linda Bridges as well.
First, we thought she'd just run away...
I received it a few weeks after she went missing.
No drugs, no boyfriends.
- Is this her handwriting? - Yes.
She's kind and she's smart.
I told the police, but they just didn't care.
- She's a good girl. - She did everything,
coke, oxy, speed, ecstasy.
She was such a beautiful child.
- Is it Jennifer? - Coke, oxy, speed, ecstasy.
She was such a beautiful child.
Is it Jennifer?
Hey, Cap, Cap, Cap, hey.
Okay, Hailey Coleman's been missing
- for seven months, right? - Right.
Right? Jennifer Collins, missing for five years.
Right, Linda Bridges missing for four
until we found her.
What do they all have in common?
They all send a postcard to their family
telling them to stop looking for 'em.
Look, "The colors of the world are so vibrant.
I love you all. Remember me and smile,
for it's better to forget than to remember me and cry."
It's a quote from a Dr. Seuss book.
Where are you going with this?
They all went to the same school.
They even shared some of the same classes.
Afternoon.
What's going on here?
I'm from the police department.
I'm conducting an investigation
on the disappearance of Hailey Coleman.
Oh, I understand.
The cops came here and were doing interviews
after she disappeared.
Right, and I'm just following up
on a couple things.
Um, I'm Bradley Gilmore, sociology professor.
Mm. Detective Darren Hawk.
And you were one of Miss Coleman's professors, yeah?
- That's right. - Okay.
You, uh, you notice anything out of the ordinary
about her, Professor?
I can't say that I have.
Okay.
How many people do you normally have in your class?
Uh, 25 to 35, it depends.
Was she a good student?
She was an average student.
- You married? - Ah, yes.
Thirty-one years.
So is there anything else I can help you with
regarding Hailey?
Uh, no, I'm done here.
Let me give you one of my cards.
Here, the phone number is on there.
Just give me a call if you find anything relevant
or anything you think might be of help
to the investigation.
- Will do. - Great. Thanks.
Mm-hm.
You know, one other thing, Professor.
The name Jennifer Collins or Linda Bridges
- mean anything to you? - Should they?
Yeah, you know, they were actually
both students of yours some years ago.
They also went missing.
But probably just a coincidence.
There is no such thing as coincidence, Detective.
Hailey...
Take a seat.
Did Hailey try to call for help today?
Well?
No.
That's good to hear.
So, how's Hailey been doing?
Well enough.
She's a clever girl.
Maybe too clever.
Remember the first time you tried to run away?
It was the first day I brought you here.
That went on for the first two weeks.
Let's hope that Hailey learns the rules
quicker than you did.
How many times have you tried to escape?
A few times.
Ugh, but how does he keep taking girls
and getting away with it?
Can you stop with the ball?
Hailey?
Hailey.
What are you doing?
What is this?
The air duct.
Look! We can climb out!
Hailey, don't be stupid.
Where do you think it leads?
I don't know, and I don't care.
What's wrong?
What is wrong with you?
We can get out!
Yeah, but do you know what'll happen to us if he catches us?
We have to try.
DNA?
Not yet.
- It'll take at least two weeks... - Some of these, they go as far
- back as a decade. - Then we'll be able
to compare it against the federal database.
We're looking for a white male.
He's probably right around their age.
Fingerprints?
- Focused on... - No, nothing.
- She was all cleaned up. - Most likely?
They both got the same MO.
- Anything on the car? - No, that was also...
Yes, there is evidence of both vaginal and anal intercourse.
- No, no, no drugs... - The name Jennifer Collins
or Linda Bridges mean anything to you?
Should they?
That is a name I thought I would never hear again.
What can you tell me?
He was charming,
smart, and fun.
They started dating,
and she moved into his house.
And what I recall from her is when
he started raping her repeatedly.
For how long?
Three years, she told us.
Finally, she had the courage to leave,
and later on, she filed charges.
Okay, and then what happened?
He had his army of lawyers
make a deal.
I think she just wanted him to leave,
and she got some money and went abroad.
I never spoke to her again.
A real shame.
You never spoke to her after she left?
No, nothing.
She sent me postcards at the beginning,
then they stopped.
You still have the postcards?
Well, go ahead.
All right, thank you, brother.
I thought we were looking for somebody more their age.
A loner.
I was wrong.
What makes you say you're not wrong again?
Trust me.
- Trust you? - Mm.
Bradley Gilmore is a pillar in this community,
and he has many friends that can make my life difficult.
I live here.
He is my community.
- So to ask me to... - Look, it's him, okay?
All right, I'm tellin' you.
All right, and I can prove it.
How?
I don't think he's married.
- Ugh. - No, Nancy,
he's got a 25-year-old rape case
that has no mention of a wife in it,
yet he tells me that he's married for 31 years.
Now, I looked.
I can't find any mention of a wife
anywhere in his life.
I've interviewed locals,
I've talked to everybody around him,
and nobody has so much as seen him in public with his wife.
Maybe he doesn't take her out.
How long you been married?
Twenty-seven years.
All right, now if I was to jump online
and search for you and Bill,
how many pictures, articles, references,
just general hits do you think I'd get?
I don't know, ten?
I found 53.
And how many for Bradley and his wife?
Zero.
Hey, Professor Gilmore!
Fancy seein' you here, ha!
Detective Hawk.
Ah, that's a beaut you got here!
What is she, about a 40-foot?
That's right!
- You know your boats. - I do.
Uh, Laura.
Why, uh, why Laura?
Named it after my wife.
Your wife?
Funny, I don't see that wedding ring on there, professor.
Don't you, uh,
don't you normally have that wedding ring on?
Eh, I don't wear it when I work on the boat.
Right.
Well, it's good to see you.
I gotta keep on workin' before the sun goes down.
Right.
Hillary Jones.
Uh, what about her?
Oh, you know, I just met her brother.
He told me that you used to be her boyfriend.
Boyfriend? No,
but we used to fool around a little.
How she doin'?
Oh, she's good.
Believe she's, uh, somewhere in Europe.
Good for her!
That was always her dream.
What was?
To travel.
Have a good night, detective.
You too.
♪ Run all night ♪
♪ Goin' to run all day ♪
♪ I bet my money on the bobtail nag ♪
♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪
That was by Stephen Foster,
the "Father of American Music."
You know, in the 19th century,
he was a rock star,
the rock star.
Everybody sang his songs.
In the minstrel shows, they sang it in blackface.
Of course, we can't do that today.
And he died when he was 37
with three cents in his wallet.
Anyway,
Hailey, you play piano?
I used to as a kid.
Okay, come join me.
So, what do you remember?
I don't remember much.
Try.
Again.
Again!
Hailey,
are you all right?
I've gotta get outta here.
Hailey.
I can't stay here.
I can't, I can't do this.
I can't live like this.
How can anybody live like this?
With these fucking cameras on you all day!
Hailey, what have you done?
Do you know what he's gonna do to you?
I've gotta get outta here!
No, Hailey, no, listen!
The only reason I have lasted this long is because
I connect with him.
- I talk to him. - He fucks you!
No, it's not what you think.
You let him fuck you.
What is wrong with you?
You like it.
You watch your mouth.
You're just as fucked up as he is.
Hailey!
Hailey, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah.
Are you all right?
I think so.
I have to go.
What? No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, you can't leave me here!
Jennifer?
Where's Hailey?
I asked you a question.
Um, Hailey is, uh...
Right here.
Sorry, I was reading,
and I lost track of time.
Clean yourself up.
You look a mess.
So Pygmalion was a brilliant sculptor
who lived in ancient Greece.
He loved his work,
and he would spend hours
carving beautiful ivory statues.
He had no time for women, he would always say,
only his sculptures.
Now, there was a deeper reason for his aversion to women.
You see, in that area of Cyprus,
the women had failed to pay homage to Aphrodite,
the goddess of love.
And, of course, this could not go unpunished,
so Aphrodite cursed the women
to a loveless life of prostitution.
Now one day,
he selected this big, beautiful piece of ivory,
and he sketched out a figure,
and he started hammering
and chiseling away until he was finished.
It was a statue of a woman so exquisitely carved
that she seemed almost alive.
And he instantly fell in love with his creation...
...and he clothed it,
he gave it jewels,
and he named it Galatea,
which means "sleeping love."
So he treated it like it was his girlfriend,
and he brought it shells and pebbles,
and little birds,
flowers of all colors,
anything that he thought would please his love.
And the more
that he gazed upon Galatea,
the more he yearned for a wife of his own,
but alive.
He dreamed that she were flesh and blood....
...responsive to his words and touch.
And then one day, Aphrodite granted his wish.
Every man's dream...
to build the perfect woman.
That's absolutely right.
So who destroyed the camera?
What camera?
Who destroyed it?
She did it.
What?
She did it.
She threw a book at it.
- She's lying. - She's trying to escape.
She's lying!
Stop!
No!
Hailey, do you know how beautiful you are?
Remove your pants.
Lay down.
Spread your legs.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hi, dear, it's...
Just checking in on you.
Have you found your sister?
It's Mama.
Hi, it's me.
Please tell me you found your sister.
Look at the picture, and tell me if you've seen
that beautiful, beautiful face.
Tell me if you've seen that beautiful, beautiful face!
It's really simple.
- Thank you. - Hawk,
Hawk, he's not helping.
- Hey, Mom, Mom, it's okay. - You're not helping!
You're not helping!
I mean, it's like a tag or something.
I think she's, I think she's in the trash.
His fault, okay?
Here, I want you to walk around this side, okay?
It is his fault 'cause she comes here,
- I know she comes here! - I know she comes here.
You can sit in the front, all right?
Come on, get in.
It's okay.
Thank you, Willy.
All right, you okay? You in?
- Yes! - All right.
I would just like for you to just at least listen to me
when I want you to do something, and just do it.
I'm listening to you.
- You're useless, Hawk! - I'm not him!
Sometimes you act just like him.
It's just the same old shit all the time.
- You do! - I don't hate you, Mom.
- You do. - No, I...
- I don't hate you. - You would do
what I asked you to do,
if you didn't hate me, and admit you would do that.
- That's just how that goes. - Mom, I don't hate you.
Oh.
We need to escape.
You said it was impossible.
Alone,
but we can do it together.
When?
Tomorrow.
You found the air duct, that's our best chance.
- Where did it lead? - The attic,
which leads to the rest of the house.
We need to get to the garage.
What's in there?
A car with keys inside, and we can get away.
Do you think that'll work?
Yeah.
It'll work.
Okay, so she burst in here askin' for help,
and then what?
I took her by the hands, I...
talked to her, tried to calm her.
She was so scared.
Greg came in, she just freaked out.
So she was scared at the sight of you?
Hell yeah, she was.
I never seen anything like it.
Straight out of a horror movie.
And then she just ran off?
Yeah, she just ran away.
The cops came afterwards, and we told 'em everything.
So you're certain that was her?
Yes, this is the woman that came burstin' through my door.
And you, sir?
That's her.
I will never forget that face.
The crossroads of life.
These dramatic stories are presented with the cooperation
of our board of advisors,
Captain Maurice M. Witherspoon...
...Father George B. Ford.
Detective Hawk.
So, this is where you live, huh?
Yes.
Is there a good reason why you're out so late?
There is, I'm investigating a burglary in the area.
Could be connected to a case that I'm workin'.
Have you, uh,
you witnessed anything suspicious in the area?
I can't say that I have.
This is a gated community.
Just you in here?
Me and my wife.
Right.
Okay, well,
you know, I'm just checkin' in, that's all.
Okay, thank you.
Hey, hey.
You mind if I come in?
Uh, sure.
I was about to brew a cup of tea.
Would you like some?
Sure, that'd be great.
Okay.
Wow!
That's quite the, uh,
art collection you have here.
Oh, thank you.
From my travels around the world.
With your wife?
Yes.
And, uh, no kids?
No.
Uh, nature wasn't so kind to us.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
We have to do it now.
You go first.
I'll come after.
I don't see any family portraits, uh,
nothin' with you or your mom.
No.
Yeah, you know it, uh...
...must have been terrible
what you witnessed.
What?
Well, what your father did to your mother.
You know, I read the reports.
Said you were the one that called the police, huh?
Everything okay?
Oh, it's okay, it's just my wife.
Okay, come on!
Come on!
Jennifer?
Fuck!
So, is there anything else I can do for you
regarding, uh, the burglaries?
Um, no, you know, it's,
it's just a matter of time until we find the guy.
Well, you seem certain that it's a man.
It usually is.
Okay, well, thank you!
You know what, hey, just one last thing.
You know,
you might wanna look into that
missing marriage certificate.
Pardon me?
Well, you know, just no matter what I do,
I can't seem to find any record of your marriage.
There must be some mistake.
But, thank you, I'll look into that right away.
What was that?
That's my wife, I really need to go.
Well, hey, you know, I'd love to meet her.
You know, that would be lovely.
How 'bout some time next week?
Right here.
Hey, Ma.
Hawk?
I'm here, Ma.
What's goin' on?
I am running low on cigs and Sprite.
- Can you fix that for me? - Yeah, look, I can, I just,
I need about a little bit of time
to finish up somethin' at work, okay?
Okay.
Have you found your sister?
I haven't yet, Mom.
- I'm tryin'. - Well, I need her
to be here with me, I need you both.
I know, I know that.
Look, I'll be there soon, okay?
So, how far away are you?
Can you give me, like, an hour?
Yes, okay, an hour.
An hour's okay, okay, okay.
Please, just,
bring me your sister, okay?
I will, Ma.
Hey, Mom?
Mm-hmm?
Nothin', hey,
I'll see you soon, okay?
Wait,
Jennifer?
Is that... Jennifer, is that you?
Give me the gun.
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