The Alphabet Killer Page #5

I don't know.

It's certainly not the way I imagined it.

Are you still on the case?

Another week or two

to close the files.

It's been a tough one, Meg.

Did you mean that?

Sorry.

No.

I don't think so.

- I'm... I'm just really...

- It's okay. It's okay.

No need to explain.

I'll see you soon.

Megan:
I just have a few questions

about the abduction

so that I could tie up

some loose ends.

You know, I'm surprised

you're still on the job.

But of course we'll share

any information we have.

Now that you got the collar.

That's correct.

Um, when did you know

that the Alphabet Killer

was Len Schaefer?

He assaulted a young girl,

a young girl with double initials.

The color of his personal car matched.

And when the tests from the cat hair

came back positive

we were pretty sure that confirmed it.

Your men found the cat hair

when they searched Len's house?

First the car then the house, yes.

Mmm, I saw some as well.

The cat hair.

You've been back to the crime scene.

Now isn't that interesting?

Who gave you permission?

The cat hair was only on one chair.

Probably his favorite.

Mmm. You know there was

something very strange though.

- And what was that?

- There was no cat food in the house.

There was no litter either.

Well, he probably crapped outside.

- What did he eat?

- Mice.

He ate mice.

I think that you planted that evidence.

I think that you planted that cat fur.

You get the f*** out of my office

right now.

Why did you do it?

Did you plant the evidence to ensure

Schaefer's conviction?

Or where you covering something up?

I didn't do a goddamn thing.

But let me tell you something:

If someone did, in theory,

do something

to protect the public,

to close the book on a wretched killer,

even if it was against the rules,

then I'd have to say

this person did the right thing.

Unless this person had the wrong guy

and children continue to die.

You know, I heard you were crazy.

Now you go on now.

Get out.

Get out.

Help us, Megan.

Hey, you're that policewoman.

Yeah.

You're the bartender from Richmond's.

Yeah, Hank.

Good memory.

You came in and spoke with Jay Castillo

a few times a couple years ago.

Carla Castillo's father.

That's right.

How's he doing?

He stopped drinking.

It's a start.

So you don't see

much of his anymore?

Oh, I see him all the time.

We're neighbors.

Did you know Carla?

Yeah, nice kid.

Did you notice anything different

about her before she was killed?

No.

Well, I didn't see much of her then.

She stopped coming around

about six months earlier.

What are you talking about?

You didn't know?

They had a big fight.

Jay's drinking got pretty bad

at that point.

- Listen, take care.

- Yeah, sure.

Where'd Carla go

on Tuesday afternoons?

It's been a long time.

About two years.

Why'd you lie, Jay?

I was a sh*t father.

I wasn't fit to take care of her,

not even for a few hours.

One night I got drunk...

and I yelled at her.

So bad...

I had her go with

her grandmother after that.

For how long?

Six months or so.

Why would your wife disapprove?

My mother, she's...

she's very Catholic.

She gave Carla that necklace.

And if my wife...

Where did your mother

take her on Tuesdays?

St. Michael's.

A church in Rochester.

- Ken:
Megan.

- I found a connection.

Carla went to St. Michael's on Tuesdays,

not her father's.

Megan, you are in a world of sh*t.

Norcross called me screaming

his head off about you.

Ken. Ken, St. Michael's

is the connection.

All three girls went there.

I'm going there right now.

No, you are not.

You're coming in right now

or I swear to God, I'm gonna send

a patrol car to that church to freakin'...

Man:
Now does your whole family

come to church

or is it just you and your mom?

Your dad too?

Aren't you tired?

No, it's not.

No, she'd like to give you a kiss.

It's true.

So next year

you're gonna be in the choir.

Yes.

Why don't you go over there?

My name is Megan Paige.

I'm a detective with the Rochester

Police Department.

I'm gonna need some information.

Do you have any...?

I need to talk to you.

Of course.

This way.

And I'm gonna need a list

of everyone who's been involved

in this church in the last five years...

priests, parishioners, janitors,

whoever else I'm not thinking of.

You know the church

will help the police

in any way we can,

but I can't provide you with information

about our parishioners

without permission.

Can you call someone

and get that permission?

I can try.

Help, Megan.

This is the place.

Books.

Do you pray for the girls?

Excuse me?

Do you pray for the angels

who were called back to heaven?

Yes, I guess so.

That's good.

What the hell is this?

They were our own angels.

What is wrong with you?

And what is that goddamn music?

There's no music.

- What? F***.

- Oh no.

- Oh! Oh no.

- F***.

- No, please.

- Who is this f***?

- Oh, please.

- What? God.

God!

No no no no no.

I can hear you.

I can hear you.

I can hear you!

I know!

But where?

God!

I can't take it.

Megan!

Wow.

Dj vu.

Megan.

How are you feeling?

My head hurts.

Was Captain Shine here?

He left about five minutes ago.

Sh*t.

I have to talk to him.

He'll be back.

Not good enough.

Hold on, Meg.

You shouldn't leave.

It's not what you need right now.

Shouldn't leave or can't leave?

Do you have a court order?

We do.

We have 14 days to observe you.

But the point is we all want

what's best for you.

We're all in this together.

Did you put me on Thorazine?

You were having a violent

episode when you arrived.

- It's just to give you some clarity.

- F*** that.

Meg.

Nurse, send Alex in here, please.

Megan.

You're delusional.

It's the disease that makes

you want to do this.

I'm a detective, Dr. Parks.

I have a case to solve.

You're not a detective, Meg.

You were a detective.

You're sick now.

I'm warning you, Dr. Parks,

do not impede this investigation.

You remember when you wanted

to kill yourself?

This is the same thing.

It's your sickness, Meg.

Megan. Meg.

Meg, let's just calm down

and think about what's best.

What do you want me to do?

Let her think.

Wait wait, Alex.

Wait. No!

Down. Down. Down.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

You follow me out

and I will break your other arm.

Dr. Park, you're a nice man

and I will not hit you

unless you come out of this room

before I'm gone.

They've got my house staked out.

They aren't messing around.

Well, listen, you can stay here

as long as you can stand the company.

Have you got a plan?

I'm gonna break into that church

and find their records.

Oh, Megan, I don't think

you're in any shape for that.

I feel okay.

I just need a nap.

Maybe it's the Thorazine,

but I can still tell what's real.

The pictures on the wall were real.

Don't you think the police

will be looking into the church

now that you've established a link?

Who knows?

They've found a way to botch

every other aspect of this investigation.

Maybe they're planning on giving

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