The Alphabet Killer

Woman:

Mostly the job is to ask questions.

The frustrating part,

the part that drives you crazy,

is that the people you really

want to talk to

are dead.

Help me!

Please help me!

Please!

Please!

No, leave me alone.

Please!

Help me!

Help me please!

Help!

Someone help me!

Please!

Please, someone help me.

Please.

Please.

Hey.

Lieutenant.

Any idea who she is?

No.

I didn't want to move her.

God, it's awful.

There are grass stains on her pants.

He dragged her.

You okay?

Did you just touch me?

Huh-uh.

Wow.

I've had way too much coffee.

Um...

looks like there's some kind of

white hair on her jacket.

- Maybe animal fur?

- Man:
Yeah, I saw that.

- Watch your step.

- I know.

Think it's hers?

Yeah.

How do you know?

He raped her and then

strangled her to death.

Then put her pants back on?

That's my guess.

There you are.

Here.

- Brought you some tea.

- Thanks.

You're welcome.

You making a war room?

Carla had asthma.

I think the cat hair was in the car.

Uh-huh.

So...

you're not gonna, um...

stay up all night with this stuff,

are you?

No.

It's couple's night.

I'm sleeping with you.

Uh-huh.

When?

Soon.

Good.

- Don't be mad.

- I'm not.

Can I ask you one question?

What?

Why do you think she got in the car?

It's kind of late, honey.

Why don't you give it a rest, huh?

Why did you get in the car?

Man:
The FBI seems to agree

with the initial profiles.

They feel there's a good chance

the killer's out of state;

sloppy, low intelligence;

someone with a knowledge

of Rochester who resides elsewhere;

probably a marginal type personality.

Okay, Megan.

He's not sloppy.

He didn't choose her at random.

And we're wasting our time looking

for truck drivers and transients.

The guy chased her in reverse

in broad daylight

in front of a dozen witnesses,

for Christ's sakes.

The kid got lucky for 20 seconds.

He's cold and calculating

and he's gonna do it again.

No, we don't have a serial killer.

He's an emotional impulse-driven

bumbling f*** up.

He's probably 1000 miles

from here running in terror.

What do you think, Ken?

Carla Castillo was a smart kid.

I don't think she's get

into a car with anyone

who looked like even

a marginal transient.

I'm not saying the guy looks

like f***ing Leatherface.

I'm saying...

The crime scene had all the earmarks

of a disorganized killer.

Do you know how many people have

the same first and last initial?

So the killer found a way to get

Carla Castillo into his car

and he drove her to Churchville.

That is not random.

- It might be.

- It's got nothing to do with the initials.

He watched her for a long time.

He waited and he did it exactly

the way he wanted to.

Any loss of control he displays

is intentional.

Megan, we've interviewed everybody

who ever met this girl

and we've got nothing.

Well, please let me interview them again.

Mr. Castillo?

Hey.

You have news?

No.

Nothing concrete yet.

No.

You're here to see me then?

Yeah. I was hoping maybe

we could talk a little more.

Can I get you something?

Hank, this lady is a police officer.

Oh.

Soda? Something?

No, thank you.

How about some coffee?

Just made it fresh.

That would be great.

Thanks.

- Let's go upstairs.

- Okay.

Megan:

Was Tuesday the only day you saw Carla?

Pretty much, usually.

Her mother and I had a falling out.

I would like to have seen

her more, don't get me wrong.

And what would you do?

Have dinner.

Watch TV.

Talk.

What did she like to eat?

You think I had something to do

with what happened, huh?

No.

Then why are you asking me

this stuff again?

I want to find the man that hurt

your daughter, Jay.

I need to understand everything

that was happening

because anything could be important.

Spaghetti, French fries,

Chinese takeout,

tacos from the deli.

Great.

In some of the photos she's wearing

a medallion of some kind.

Jay:

St. Philomena.

The patron saint of children.

Her grandmother gave her that.

I haven't found it.

She wasn't wearing it and it wasn't

recovered at the scene.

Maybe she lost it.

What did she talk about

when she came over?

Schoolwork, friends...

kid stuff, like I told you.

You okay?

Yes.

Um, sorry.

What were her friends' names?

Carla saw her father on Tuesdays?

Yes.

Until 6:
00

or 7:
00 at night?

That's right.

I spoke to the bus drivers

who run that route on Tuesdays.

They weren't very helpful.

They couldn't remember

whether or not they saw her.

Carla was a quiet girl.

You would not even notice

when she was in the room.

Was there anyone else

she regularly visited?

Other family?

No.

Jay's mom.

She was the only family

in Rochester.

She died about a month ago.

We didn't get along well

when she was alive.

We hadn't seen her in years.

Did Carla have any older friends

that you might have forgotten?

You asked me all this before.

I really want to help you

but I don't know how.

I'm so sorry, I...

I just don't feel good.

Okay.

Do you mind if I look

in her room again?

Carla, what are you hiding?

Carla's voice:

Megan.

Megan.

Hey.

I'm... I'm sorry.

L...

I was looking under the bed

and I was startled.

You should go.

I apologize.

Uh-huh.

Where are you?

Um, it's time for you to stop

working on Castillo.

It's...

It's just that it's having

a bad effect on you.

People are complaining

about your behavior.

What people?

Look, Ray, you know

I get a little bit obsessed.

That's my process.

And yes, I know that can be

spooky to some people.

Everyone has given credible deference

to your process, Megan.

And because of your track record...

it may be too much though.

People say they've seen you

talking to yourself.

That's bullshit.

Yeah.

This is the number of my psychologist.

She's been incredibly

helpful to me.

- It's bullshit, Captain.

- No no, shh.

She's expecting your call.

So what I want you to do is take

the vacation time you saved up

and just, you know, cool out

and get a handle on things.

I'm not going to stop.

You most certainly are.

Carla's voice:

Megan, help me.

Help me, Megan.

Help me.

Why don't you help me?

Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me, Megan.

- Tell me.

- Yes.

Carla's voice:
I'm dead.

'Cause I'm dead.

'Cause I'm dead.

I'm so sorry, Carla.

I can't find him.

Please.

I don't even sleep anymore.

Carla's voice:

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Honey?

Jesus. Megan!

Megan!

Thank you.

Hi.

- How's she doing?

- Stable.

What happened?

I believe she's had

what is referred to

as an adult onset of schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia?

How is that possible?

She's been normal

her whole life.

Has she had some sort

of trauma recently?

I mean, she was...

I don't know if it was traumatic or not,

but she was recently taken off

the Carla Castillo investigation.

What now?

I mean, will she get better?

We've got a long road ahead.

Carla's voice:

Help me.

Tim:
It's like my brain would be

trapped in a loop.

There's no way to stop it.

Just the same upsetting,

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