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But for now, everybody goes home,

gets some sleep.

Everybody.

You look so very at home sitting there.

I am at home, Dad.

But you know I can't stay here forever.

Classes and a life, you know.

Yes, I know.

I made some eggs and bacon for you

over there on the counter.

Thank you. I saw that.

I'm just saying it's nice

to see you here; that's all.

And I'm sure you feel safer here.

Yes, I feel safe.

More coffee?

Mm-hmm.

Whoa.

- Check this out.

- Well, I would.

You have to make the screen

a little larger.

I'm 107.

All right, let me zoom in.

Holy sh*t.

Choice therapy?

- Milburn.

- Milburn.

You just kicked the police's ass

with your laptop.

Is that how it works?

Guess where I get it from.

Well, everyone knows that.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm gonna be late.

Wait a minute. What?

I emailed Benson.

He's digging up an address.

He's gonna call us on the cell.

You said "we. " There can be no "we. "

Well, you can leave me here

and keep guessing what I'm up to,

or you can take me with you

and know for yourself.

Yeah, fine. Go ahead.

Get in the shower.

Just for now, okay?

Stay in the car.

Seriously?

Hi-dee-ho.

Come on out.

Scared me.

Oh, sorry.

That's okay.

Dr. Ronald Pendleton.

You already knew that.

Nice to meet you, sir.

You too.

This-a-way we go.

- Just try not to-

- Okay.

Of course, this is in regards

to your work at Milburn.

We've drawn a connection

and hoping that someone

might come to mind,

which is why we've come here,

hoping you could narrow the field.

Could be any one of these candidates.

So the rumors, the abuse, was true.

The facts say yes, but the state?

No, ma'am.

Right, sir, but if you

could answer the question-

Oh, I propose that even if

you left here today with a name,

you're no better off.

And I propose you underestimate me.

I'm water. You're the horse.

He brought you to me.

The books? Milburn?

He knows you're here.

He wants you to be here.

Under his terms, not yours.

And it's safe to say your choice therapy

wasn't exactly a cure-all

for one particular boy.

Hey, I never said it was therapy.

And I never, ever said that

it was any kind of a cure-all.

It was more like a barometer

about how the choices

that we make define us.

What better way to understand

how the mind works

than by analyzing

the most difficult choices

we have to make?

He chose you.

That's interesting.

So far that I can see,

you're holding up

your part of the bargain.

That's also interesting.

Most people would have cut tail

and run by now.

But not you.

And he knows that.

And I'll tell you something, detective.

He's gonna catch you,

and he's gonna catch you

way before you ever catch him.

You believe this guy?

There you are.

All you have to do is very

carefully look at the tapes.

And you know what?

He's gonna jump off that tape

and tell you exactly who he is.

And there is no way

that you will ever stop him.

Thank you, sir.

Take care.

Be careful.

And you, sir?

Be warned.

The choice is now

snap her neck and leave immediately,

or stay here for another ten years.

What's your answer now?

I'd kill you before I'd kill this dog,

you sick old f***.

I'm gonna reach over

and break your neck.

Do I get the money then

or just another ten years?

- That'll be all.

- F*** you.

See, this kid I like.

That's done.

Here's the last one.

Yeah, I like her.

Let me ask you a question.

If I were to offer you $1,000

to snap her neck, would you?

No.

Are you sure?

I wouldn't hurt Molly. Would I, girl?

Just 'cause I'm in here doesn't

make me what you think I am.

Let's make it $10,000.

You're playing a game.

I get it.

A simple choice. Yes or no?

No, I wouldn't.

What if I informed you

that she was scheduled

to be put down anyway

later this afternoon at the pound?

Nothing you can do to stop it.

Then would you take the $10,000?

No, I'm not a monster.

$100,000?

I said no. Now leave me alone.

The choice is now.

Snap her neck and leave immediately,

or stay here for another ten years.

Please choose.

What have you done?

My God! Jesus, stop the tape!

So I guess I'm free to go.

Stop the tape!

Holy sh*t. What's that kid's name?

Yeah, what is that kid's name?

Uh, Nathan Jones.

Nathan Jones?

All right, adopted when he was

two months old.

The adopted parents returned

the kid to child services

when he was three years old.

Mentally unstable. Destructive.

How destructive can you be at three?

I guess destructive enough

for the state to take him back.

It's pretty goddamn destructive

for that to happen,

don't you think, boss?

Yeah, I never heard of that happening.

Does it say anything else about

what happens to the kid next?

Yeah, let me see.

After several years in an orphanage,

he was finally placed in foster care.

And get this.

His foster dad was

Simon Campbell, the musician.

It says here that there are

allegations of sexual abuse.

It was five months before he was

moved out of Campbell's care.

Oh, Jesus.

And then he was placed in the home

of Martin and Melinda Marlow.

He lived with the Marlows

for only two years

before their daughter Jenna

accused him of rape.

Charges were never proven.

And Nathan was removed from their home.

Sh*t.

Then he entered Milburn.

That's when the real sh*t started.

Hey, boss. We got an address.

Let's go right now.

No, no, no, not you.

Where are you going?

You stay here, okay?

You've done good work,

so keep following it.

Alice can help you.

Alice, you'll make sure she stays?

For my peace of mind.

Okay.

Just stay.

Oh, my God. What took you so long?

Ever since the power

went out last night,

it stinks to high heaven in there.

It's absolutely disgusting, right?

It's disgusting in there.

- Please.

- We got it.

- Did you call the power company?

- Stay back.

- Everybody's disgusted with the smell.

- Stay back.

Okay, boys, break it down.

Ready?

Police, open up!

Hey, police!

All right.

Uniforms, I want you to file through.

- Watch your step.

- Yes, sir.

It smells like sh*t in here.

Quiet, quiet, shh.

Jesus, I can't take the stench.

Ugh.

Oh, f*** me.

I don't even want to know

what that sh*t is.

F*** me.

Ken, check the back.

Holy Christ.

Get forensics here right away.

Jesus.

Find Wagner.

Get him down here.

He's got to see this.

Chief?

Yeah.

You better come take a look at this.

Worse than in here?

A little bit.

You all right?

No.

ISO17.

Isolation room 17?

This thing caused the fuse

to blow the mains

on the entire building.

Mm-hmm.

Which in turn shut off

these air fresheners

designed to mask the stench.

We found his dog locked up

in his bathroom over there.

Dog by the name of Molly?

Yeah.

I can't even describe that next part.

Jesus, who the f*** is that?

That is who we believe

is Dr. Ronald Pendleton.

We found his ID under the tub.

Forensics is running a check on it.

I think you're gonna find

the next revelation

a little more disturbing.

Yeah? Why's that?

I'll show you.

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