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right?

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- Sign here.

- I get harassed and now I

gotta sign for my own stuff?

- I got him.

Sorry about the mix up.

(foreboding music)

(electric buzzing)

- Now you have a problem.

- Don't change the

f***ing topic, Andreas.

You gonna do what I asked

you to do or what, man?

Get the f*** out of here.

- [Andreas] Look dude.

I don't think you f***ing

understand, my man.

If I don't get what I want,

I'm gonna f***ing smoke you.

(engine rumbling)

(knocking)

- I know he's cruising

the streets right now,

looking for his next victim.

(knocking)

- Finally decided to...

Hey.

- Good evening, ma'am.

I'm in charge of

maintenance around here.

Seems there might be a

plumbing problem in your room.

Water's leaking in next door

and we think it might be

coming from your bathroom.

- [Man On TV] I know you're

doing business on Facebook, bro.

I'm not f***ing stupid. Okay?

- You mind if I take a look?

- I haven't heard anything

or seen any water.

Maybe somebody came by

already and fixed it.

- They would've told me.

Seeing as I only live

a few miles from here.

(ominous music)

You work around these parts?

- Yeah.

I work at the mini-mart in town.

I'm a cashier.

- Nice to meet you.

My name's Bill.

And you?

- I'm Janet.

(beat music)

Just give them what they need

Just take heed

I got my mind right

My money next

And when the time right

- Can this wait 'til tomorrow?

My ex is supposed to be

coming by any minute.

- I think it's best

if I take a look.

(ominous music)

. okay-

Come on in.

You could just make it quick.

Where do you think

it might be leaking?

(foreboding music)

(muffled beat music)

(thudding)

(Janet's muffled screaming)

(ominous music)

(muffled beat music)

(ominous music)

(knocking)

- Good morning?

Morning.

- Don't shoot!

- You want me to

come back later?

- Just give me a minute.

- All right.

(muffled TV talk show)

(slurping)

- Hey, don't you

owe me some money?

- A man of my word.

Now I know that's

not payment in full,

but hopefully that'll do

until I can get a job.

- This is it?

This is all you can give me?

- That's all I got right now.

Yes, I'm calling about the ad.

Yes, Jordan.

Address please?

(screaming)

Thank you. Thank you.

- [Maid] Oh my god!

(maid screaming)

Oh my god, help!

Help!

Oh my god! Oh my god!

Somebody call the police.

There's blood everywhere!

(ominous music)

- [Male Dispatcher] 911,

what's your emergency?

- Get the police here!

My maid saw a lot of

blood in one of the rooms.

- [Male Dispatcher] Yes, ma'am.

- [Desk Clerk]

Send them quickly.

- [Male Dispatcher] Ma'am,

can you give me your address?

- Town and Country Motel,

on Texas Street.

(police siren alarming)

- [Male Dispatcher]

Headquarters to Detective Magio

and all units in the area of

the Town and Country Motel.

Units, be in route to the

Town and Country Hotel

in reference to a 911 call.

(intense music)

(police sirens alarming)

- Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

My cleaning lady

saw a lot of blood.

It's in room 124.

- We'll take a look.

(intense music)

(dramatic music)

Tape it off, guys.

(dramatic music)

(thudding)

- This god damn n*gger stole

five grand from me, man.

I know exactly

where he keeps it.

You kill his black ass,

you keep that five grand.

- Now you make me work twice

my own motherfucking money.

Alright, fine.

I'mma do this.

But let's set an example

what happens the next time

you don't have my

motherfucking money.

- Yo, here he comes, man.

Kick his ass.

Kick his ass.

- Excuse me. Hey.

Hey partner, you got a light?

(ominous music)

- As long as you promise

not to run off with it.

- Oh man, it's your lighter.

Thank you. Thank you, really.

You usually run off

with people's money?

- Do I know you?

(foreboding music)

- It don't matter, man.

- Son of a b*tch.

(groaning)

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

- Are you okay, sweetie?

- What?

- Do you need me to get

you something to drink?

- No, I'm good. Thanks.

So did you hear anything?

See anything?

- No, nothing.

The first thing we heard

was when the maid screamed.

. Okay'

I'm going need a complete

list of all your guests.

Names, contact information.

- All of them?

- All of them.

- Everybody?

- Please, get it printed out

and give it to the one

officer that will be here.

Tell him I asked for it.

Now if you think anything

else, call me all right?

- [Desk Clerk] Okay. Thank you.

- Ma'am, could you

spare few dollars?

Kind of hungry you know?

Appreciate it.

Thank you so much.

(car engine starting)

- [Female Journalist] ls there

any other characteristics

that you can expand

on that you have found

that is common amongst

serial killers?

Can you give us any picture

of what this guy looks like?

What he's thinking?

- [Man] A lot of times

you might think he's

some scruffy looking character.

He doesn't rob them,

so it's not the money.

Money is not the

object of this thing

and really it's just the way

that he gets his jollies.

(heavy metal music)

(knocking)

- What's up, man?

You got some stuff?

All right, cool.

(heavy metal music)

(bottles clanking)

(woman crying)

(woman yelling)

(thudding)

(car engine running)

(banging)

(somber music)

(police siren honking)

- We won't be long.

This car is badass.

- I got to tell you, detective,

I've been a real bad girl.

(somber music)

- [Harry] I'll give

you a ride home.

- I don't want to

go home, Harry.

I want to talk.

- Talk about what?

- About us. You and me.

Sit down.

Still nothing to say?

Dammit, I need more, Harry.

You want to be with

me or you don't?

- Where you going?

- What the f*** do

you care, Harry?

- Come on, you can't

walk out from here.

- Get the f*** off me.

What are you doing?

- Christ, look where you are.

You won't make it three blocks.

- F*** you, Harry.

- I'll give you a ride.

- Let me go! Let me go!

- I'm gonna give

you a ride home.

- Harry, put me down.

F***ing a**hole.

Put me down!

F***! Put me down!

Put me down.

- Oh, sh*t.

What is you doing?

- Sorry man, that's my bad.

You all right?

- Yeah.

- You got a buck in there?

- What do I owe you?

- Just give me,

like, four bucks.

- Here's five.

Thanks, man.

Stay out of trouble, all right?

- All right.

(police sirens)

Damn, he tried to kill me, man.

(engine revving)

- Can I get a whisky?

- There you go.

- Thanks.

(Allison laughing)

- [Harry Voiceover] You

girls be careful out there.

- [Allison Voiceover]

We'll be fine, daddy.

(dramatic music)

I love you.

- [Harry Voiceover]

Love you too.

- Allison?

Babe?

(dramatic music)

(chiming)

Allison!

(foreboding music)

Attention all units,

this is Detective Maggio.

(intense music)

- You know what

Harry? I am done.

Hell, everyone is done with you.

You know what? I shouldn't

even tell you this

but the FBI has been

investigating you.

And I am glad because

for the past two years

everyone that loves you

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