- Best Sleep Inn, please.
Victor didn't have time to clean up last night.
He was busy rescuing his princess.
We said we weren't gonna talk about last night.
- Checking out already? - She actually needs
to meet my mom pretty soon since the wedding is coming up.
So we need to catch a bus.
Does the bus station have metal detectors?
I guess.
- Hmm. There's just the one ticket on this reservation.
Nick Godejohn, round trip, Big Bend to Springfield.
- I thought I checked it before I hit the button.
Nick?
- I'm sorry, sometimes
I just don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing.
- Tell me one single thing that you do know, Nick.
- I do know one thing.
That I'd pretty much always do anything for you.
- Wisconsin is so pretty.
We're going to be happy here, aren't we?
I can't wait to meet your mom
and just, you know, do stuff together.
And, oh, this isn't until December,
but it's really important to me.
Can we please go see the new "Star Wars" movie
as soon as it comes out? - Mm-hmm.
Yes, hon.
Okay.
Uh-huh. Go on.
- You're beautiful.
Oh, my mom's here.
- You must be Gypsy.
- Hi, so nice to meet you.
Um, Nick's painted such a wonderful picture
of his family.
- You got yourself a chirpy one, huh, Nick?
- Thank you so much for picking us up.
- Well, I'm missing my meeting for this,
but I suppose it's better than you
living in a homeless shelter, huh?
Nick says you were staying
at a homeless shelter for a few days?
Uh-huh, I was, I was,
and it was-- it was terrible.
Um, people aren't very friendly there.
- Your mother hasn't tried to reach out
or call you or something?
Look for you?
- No.
- Well, I never got along with my mom when I was younger, so...
But you'll get through it, I'm sure.
Having a break for now.
- Um, yeah.
- Almost there.
Oh, come on, guys.
The cage ain't even half full.
- Make yourself at home.
The beer in the fridge is Vance's.
Everything else is fair game. - That's the rules.
- I'm going to go get the bags. - Okay.
Hey.
Gypsy, right?
- Yeah. - Oh.
You're younger than Nick said.
- I'm 23.
Sit.
Why don't you go in the back
and grab my diet soda, will you, babe?
All right.
You know it's hard for me to move.
Nick, why don't you show Gypsy around?
There's not much to see,
but I'm sure it's better than where you've been.
- After you. - Thank you. Thank you.
Um, is it always this cluttered?
Well, basically, there's a system here.
So those are my rocks. They're my clothes.
Everything has a place.
- And, um, what about... me?
- Um, right here.
Aw.
This place is going to be just fine, honey.
It'll be our space. - Mm-hmm.
Where's the food?
- Well, I usually get pizza from work.
Sometimes we have doughnuts or peanut butter and jelly.
But today is unfortunate.
Maybe tomorrow, though.
- How do you all do it?
- Do what? - Not starve.
I usually get pizza from work.
- Well, yeah, but... What is wrong with her?
She should be taking care of you.
It's a mother's job to feed her child.
That's what a good mother does.
- We can go buy some food.
I can take out money from the nest egg.
- No, no.
That money is for our future together, Nick--
our wedding, our home,
not pizza and doughnuts.
- Okay.
- Listen, if your mom's not going to provide for us,
then I will.
But you'll have to help me.
- Okay.
Just go over there.
Okay, stop right here, okay?
Okay, you know what to say, right?
- Essentially, yes.
- Hey, don't worry, okay? I've done this before.
You just have to believe what you say,
and they will, too.
Okay?
Go on.
- Hi, can I help you?
- Yes.
Um...
Do you have any of those mechanical scooters?
My fiancé sprained her knee. - Oh, sweetheart, of course.
Just wait right here, okay, hon?
Let me go get that for you.
- No, no. Come on.
Go down that way.
You like the garlic ones, right?
- Yeah. Wait, wait.
- Maybe he'll just go away.
Um, excuse me.
I have a condition... - Yeah.
That makes it hard for me to find things in stores.
And so I was hoping you could show me
where your soup cans are currently.
- Follow me.
Whoo-hoo!
- Well, I'm glad to see Nick finally got off his butt
and got you something to eat.
- Nick's actually a very good provider.
He knows what I need.
- Well, I knew she'd like potatoes
because that's what her mom used to always make her.
Hmm, so it wasn't all bad, then, huh?
You sure you don't want to give her a call,
maybe patch things up?
- Um...
I think that I'm better off with Nick now.
She's pretty hard to live with.
- I saw an episode of "Dr. Phil" once
about borderline personality, and that kind of crazy
was so-- - My mom's not crazy.
She just-- well, she just couldn't take care of herself,
so she just really couldn't take care of me.
- Hmm. - Oh.
That kind of thing usually runs in the family.
So look out, Nick.
That's the kind of thing Dr. Phil calls a vicious cycle.
And what do you know about Dr. Phil, Vance?
- I have seen his show. - Yeah.
You never watch the show. I watch his show.
You always change it-- - My mom's not crazy.
- If you say so, hon, then she's not crazy.
Well, I do say so.
She used to do a lot of nice things for me, actually.
She would-- she would get me a stuffed animal
every time I had to go to the doctor.
- That's cool. I saw--
- And we used to go to these conventions together,
and we would always dress up, and it was so much fun.
And one time, we met Wolverine.
And anytime I'd ever get sad or lonely,
she would always sing me my favorite song.
What-- what did you put in this? It tastes weird.
- I just followed the instructions.
- Do you remember the last time we had mashed potatoes
at the O'Neil's barbecue?
And Nick left raw hamburger meat in the trunk.
Oh, my-- I remember that, right?
Because next week, I'm driving down by Manitowoc,
and I'm thinking to myself, "What's that smell?"
You know what happens when you leave a pound
of raw hamburger meat in a car in the summertime?
Take a guess what happens.
- Are you okay? - Um...
I'm okay.
Could you just get me some medicine
to settle my tummy, please?
- Um.... We don't have any medicine.
- What?
Not even Pepto-Bismol or--
- Hon?
I want to go home.
- We're already here.
- No, no, I mean my real home in Springfield.
- I-I don't think that we can go back there...
really, ever.
- Well, maybe we can.
We just have to make sure that someone finds her body,
and then the house will be empty.
And then we can tell the police
that it was someone else
and then you and I can go back and live there, right?
- Someone else didn't do it. It was us.
- Well, we can't just leave her there.
We have to tell someone she's there.
- We can't call the police, sweetheart.
- Well, we have to do something.
We can't just let her sit there.
- I know what we can do.
Now when you post something, it'll show up here,
where all of her friends can see it.
Maybe they'll go find her.
- Like this? Like...
- It might be too vague, because, like,
what if she just needs help mowing her lawn?
- Oh.
I don't know.
It's missing something. Don't you think, like--
Like, what would a real, like, murderer say?
That's it.
- Hey, baby. - Hey, how was your day?
- Long.
Ooh.
Want to test it?
- Yeah, I'm starving. You know it.
I didn't even get a chance to eat lunch today.
Hmm.
- What's wrong?
Everything okay? - Uh, hold on.
Hey, Mom.
Hey, did-- did you see that post
on-on Dee Dee and-and Gypsy's Facebook page?
Yeah, no, no, just-- just go to their Facebook page.
Okay, you know what? I'm-- I'm just gonna come over.
What are these comments? They're not finding her.
It's not working. Just-- they're not getting it.
- Maybe it's just going to take some time.
- We don't have time. She's just sitting there.
I don't want to leave her there like that.
We have to...
we have to grab their attention.
No, no, no, no, no.
Words like that, it's--
See, that's something that you would say, right?
- Right. - Right, yes.
What would Victor say?
- Are you sure?
- There.
- You turned off the location before you sent that, right?
- What?
Everybody that knows them is freaking out on here.
Dee Dee?
Dee, Gypsy? You guys okay in there?
- Their car is still here.
Mom, I'm just going to call the cops, okay?
- Yeah.
- It's probably no big deal, because most people
don't even know that Facebook has tracking.
Everyone's going to think that whoever did this
is still in Springfield.
- I was arrested once, and...
it was basically for a misunderstanding.
The cops who took my computer couldn't even find
my browser history without help.
- What kind of misunderstanding?
- Um, it-- it was just stupid.
What I'm trying to say is we're going to be okay.
It's pretty much dinnertime.
Let's just go downstairs,
and maybe my mom brought home something good.
Shit.
Oof.
It's the North fucking Pole in here, right?
Anything?
Well, you say you will, and then you don't.
- Because I'm tired of driving back and forth down there.
- All right. - It's chicken night?
- Yeah, you can grab two pieces.
- Mmm, it looks delicious. Thank you.
- It sure beats only mashed potatoes, huh?
- Oh, hey, Nick, you got a package addressed to you here.
Um...
that's ours. I'll just take it.
What--
- I don't open other people's mail.
- Um, Nick?
You want to maybe help me put this where it belongs?
Remember?
Where no one else can find it.
- But it's chicken night.
- But the-- the chicken can wait, right?
- Well, not really, because then it will get cold.
- W-where's the lake? - Um, what?
- The lake?
Hello? We're supposed to put this in the lake.
- Sure. Right, yeah, we can absolutely do that.
But it's kind of dark outside, so maybe we can do it tomorrow?
- What?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Dark is what we want
for getting rid of something like this.
Dark is good, right?
You have to think about this stuff.
You have to really think about this stuff.
We have to think about getting rid of this
and maybe-- maybe even getting out of here.
Right?
- Darling, I... um...
Darling? Darling, what?
Nick, Nick, what are you going to say?
This is supposed to be our new life together,
and I keep-- I keep waiting
for this happily ever after to start.
But it's not starting. We're just-- we're stuck
in this-- in this weird mess with this!
I'm trying to get us free.
No. No, no, none of that!
No more, 'cause you need to focus on me.
- Nick?
Are you okay?
Why don't you two both come inside?
- Just go. - Okay.
- What about Gypsy? Where is Gypsy?
- Gina. - Hey, welcome to the party.
- Do you want some privacy while you change into those?
- Oh, very funny.
They, uh, tracked the Facebook posts.
Southern Big Bend, Wisconsin.
- Wisconsin? - Yeah.
Who's in Wisconsin?
Let's find out.
What time is it?
"Open doors for her.
"Call her 'darling' and 'sweetheart.'
Feed her"?
Lists help me remember things.
- Nick...
I don't know, I just feel like--
- Crap. - Oh, my God.
- They know. Is there-- Are we--
Do they-- do they know that we're here, you think?
Um, oh, I can't breathe.
Um, I can't--
Nick, can we go out the window?
Hey, Nick, listen to me! Can we go out the window?
- No, it's been nailed shut
ever since I tried to jump out of it.
- Um...
Okay, come with me! Come here. Listen, listen to me.
It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine.
Just come with me. Okay, come here, come here.
No! Shh. Shh. Be quiet, be quiet.
Nick, get in. Get in, close it.
Close your side. Close your-- Okay.
Eyes up, eyes up!
Jackson approaching obstacle.
Attention, attention.
This is the Waukesha County Sheriff's Department.
We have the house surrounded.
Everyone come out... nice and slow,
hands open and in the air where we can see them.
This is the Sheriff's department.
Oh, my God.
- You talking to us?
Come out of the house.
- I'm doing what he says. I didn't do anything wrong.
- Nice and slow, hands where we can see them.
- I-- - Nice and slow,
hands where we can see them.
Lie on your stomachs and be still.
- Don't-- don't worry.
My mom's gonna get rid of them.
She doesn't like cops. - Okay.
- We just have to stay here and be quiet.
- What if they find us? - They won't.
We're going to get out of here, and we're going to get married
and be together forever, just like Bonnie and Clyde.
Okay.
Ma'am, this is your house?
- Yes, sir. - What's going on here?
What-- - Quiet!
Is Nicholas Godejohn your son?
- What the hell is going on here?
- Answer the question, ma'am. Is Nicholas Godejohn your son?
- What did he do? - Is Nicholas inside?
- Yes, with his girlfriend. - Is that Gypsy?
- Yes, but they were-- - Did he carry her in?
Was she under duress?
- What? No. - Huh--
- She wasn't-- she walked right in the front door.
I need you to tell me right now what is going on.
- She walked? - Yes.
She walked in the front door.
Tell them we believe we've located Gypsy.
We'll be back to verify.
Are there any weapons in the house?
- Yes, sir, my hunting rifle
is in-- in the closet in the bedroom.
- Is it loaded? - No.
The ammunition is-- is-- it's sitting right next to it.
- Listen here.
My son has mental issues, so...
- He's a good boy. - Whatever he did,
he didn't do it on purpose.
He's harmless.
- Stay put.
Breach, breach, breach.
Moving in.
- Alpha team, left. - Copy.
Bravo team, move to the right.
Copy.
Watch those corners.
Front clear.
- Corner? - Clear.
Living room clear.
Clear.
Alpha team breaking the wall.
Copy that.
- Listen. You saved me, right?
Right?
I was held prisoner, and you saved me.
Clear.
- You saved me. - I saved you.
- You did, and all we have to do is tell them the truth,
'cause we didn't do anything wrong, sweetie.
We didn't do anything wrong. You are a hero.
- I'm a hero. - You are my hero.
- I'm a hero.
Weapon neutralized.
- You're my hero.
Nicholas Godejohn! Come out with your hands up!
It's okay, it's okay.
- We are coming up in five seconds.
Don't do anything stupid.
- Just tell them the truth.
Remember, we're in the right. Do exactly what you said.
Get out of there!
Hands-- hands on your face!
Do it now!
Hands on your face!
Step out. Do it now!
Step out now!
- Step out! - Step out!
Hi.
Gypsy, I'm Detective Crawford. How are you today?
- I'm doing good. - Good, good.
Here, I know it can get kind of chilly in here.
- Thank you.
I drove all the way from Springfield to see you.
Okay.
Gypsy, uh, you need to be honest with me,
and if you're involved in anything
that I'm about ready to tell you,
you need to tell me, all right?
- Absolutely. - All right.
Your mom is dead, okay?
And what I want to ask you--
- Wait. Wha-- what? What? What?
- Your mom's passed away, okay?
She's deceased, all right?
And what I want to ask you...
Hon, were you involved in this?
- No. No. No, I--
Okay. Okay.
Just listen to me now for a second, all right?
Gypsy, what happened with your mom that night?
- Um...
I don't know what happened with my mom at all.
- Okay. - Help me, please.
- All right, sweetheart, just listen, okay?
You know what happened with your mom,
and I know you know.
- You think that it's me?
Why would you think that it's me?
I have always loved my mom.
My mom and I are best friends.
- Sweetheart, don't dig yourself in a hole like this.
Please.
- Come on, now. - I really love my mom.
- I know you do. - Please.
- Gypsy, I know you love your mom.
Please.
Gypsy, I know that you love your mom.
I have no doubt that you loved your mom,
but now is the time to be honest, all right?
No more lies. Did you kill your mom?
- No, no, sir.
- The truth is...
Okay, I'll admit it. I did actually...
stab her mom.
I'll admit it. - Okay.
The only reason I did is 'cause I did it for me and her.
That's the real reason I did it.
I would never have did it
if it was not for me and her. - Okay.
- See, her mom wanted everybody to think
that she was, like, 16 the entire time.
So, yeah.
She felt...
kind of trapped on a wheelchair.
I saved her. - You saved her?
- Well...
honestly...
there's actually multiple personalities of myself.
- Have you ever been diagnosed with that?
- I probably should be diagnosed with it,
because it happens.
The thing is, I used to take medication.
I used to hear voices in my head.
Then it went away, and then, somehow, it's a part of myself.
- Does Gypsy know that?
- Uh, yes, she does know that.
Did Gypsy know that you were gonna kill her mother?
- Um, honestly...
she asked me to.
We're going to have a family together.
We're gonna build a life together and stuff.
I love her.
Well, the last doctor that we talked to
said he'd probably always have the mind
of a 15-, 16-year-old,
somewhere around there.
- And what did you think about Gypsy?
- Well, it was weird,
'cause when I picked them up at the bus station,
I even asked about her mother.
"How's your mother doing? How is--"
'Cause I was told that um, she was staying at a homeless shelter
and that her mother had kicked her out.
So I asked how her mom was doing,
no big deal.
And they acted like nothing...
- You know the package she got? The one she mailed to him?
That was the knife.
- What?
- They mailed it from their house there to your house.
- Are you serious?
Yes, ma'am.
- Oh, my God. - And the Facebook posts--
"I slashed her. I killed her."
They were posted from your upstairs.
- My God.
The way the girl acted...
I mean, if you had done something like that
to your own mother and you lost your mother...
and just to act like that...
la-di-da.
I'm sorry, I'm s-still trying to wrap my head around this.
But what I saw was just two normal people.
I mean, that's the way this works, though,
when you have what he has.
Your mind just focuses on one thing.
But for him to ruin his life like that...
I'm sorry, but that girl is a beast.
And is she at least trying to say,
"Okay, I did this, too,"
or is she trying to pin it all on Nick?
- She's not taking much responsibility.
Not much at all.
Oh, crap.
I thought when he got the job at the pizza place,
things were really turning around for him.
Did you have sex with Dee Dee?
- Mm, no.
Did you stick your penis anywhere on her?
- Nope. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Positive?
- I'm 100% positive.
- Did you kiss her or lick her or anything like that?
Nope.
- What do you think about people
who have sex with dead bodies?
- I mean, it's quite disturbing, honestly.
That would bother you?
- Yeah, I don't like necrophilia.
- Okay, I just have to ask because of your record.
- That was a misunderstanding.
So you weren't masturbating
while you were watching online porn at a McDonald's
for nine hours?
- Not as such.
Did you help Nicholas kill your mom?
- No, sir.
- Did you know that Nick was going to kill your mom?
- No, sir.
Okay.
- Rest in peace, Dee Dee.
Jesus.
What the hell's Gypsy gonna do without her?
- Okay.
Here we go.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
So, Gypsy, um...
have you had a chance to think
any more about what we talked about?
- Um, which part?
- Well, what happened to your mom,
what Nick did to your mom.
Um...
I'm just still trying to understand in my head.
I just can't believe that she's really gone.
Okay, but you didn't think of anything new, huh?
Anything you might have remembered
about your involvement in that?
- No, sir.
- Well...
that's that.
- Um, Detective Crawford? - Yeah?
- Will I be able to go see the new "Star Wars" movie
when it comes out?
- We'll see.
- Okay, good morning.
First off...
we have located Gypsy Rose Blanchard.
She is safe and unharmed.
- So she's okay.
And I want to specify
this is an ongoing investigation,
and I want to say that things are not always as they appear.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Sheriff, can you elaborate on what you said?
What's your statement.
She can walk?
Son of a bitch.
- The state's case against Gypsy Rose Blanchard.
This individual is alleged to have conspired
with Nicholas Godejohn to stab her mother to death
so they could be together.
Penalty is life imprisonment or death.