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If you need to talk-

You left this number.

This is Phil at the lab.

That book on St. Augustine

that you had me dust...

I was able to pull about six dozen prints,

but all of them matched the control sample.

Call me.

Kevin! Kevin! It's- It's Uncle Eugene.

They stole Princess.

They stole Princess.

Bobby is so worried.

Hejust keeps going from room to room

calling for her, "Princess. Princess. "

Let's see what we got here.

Hey, we got some. 38 shell casings

over here and some footprints.

Looks like a struggle.

Parson tell you anything

about a shoot-out?

No. All he said

was there was a clue...

to another bomb riddle

somewhere in here.

The guy's playing you.

You know, there's something

not consistent about all this.

With Kevin, the clues tend to be

metaphoric opposites, like light and shadow.

With Roy and me, R.K. Tended

to be more like a tour guide.

He wasn't into this kind

of symbolism.

Maybe he changes personality

with each victim.

Hey, could you back up?

- Jennifer, it's Sam.

- Where are you?

I'm at Kevin's loft.

Listen.

I don't think

the Riddle Killer is the boy.

I was just thinking

the same thing.

- He could have copycatted R.K.

- No.

I mean, I don't even think

the boy is the boy.

What?

Kevin's stalker only appeared

when he was finishing his thesis.

It's all about good and evil,

light and dark.

Opposites.

So what if Kevin...

and his stalker are opposites...

in the same person?

Hey, Mike. How many sets

of footprints you got?

It's hard to say.

But what I am seeing is one set

of distinct tread pattern...

a man's tennis shoe,

size 11 or 12.

But the boy exists.

You saw him.

No. I thought I had, but I

realized I never really did.

I just thought I did because

Kevin talked about him all the time.

But someone left a cassette player

outside your hotel room door.

- Wasn't Kevin with you?

- I thought he was sleeping.

And the person outside his window

could have been a- a news reporter.

The boy doesn't exist.

Kevin's personality's split.

I don't know. You're the psychologist.

Does this make any sense to you?

When Kevin locked the boy

in the basement 15 years ago...

he was actually locking away

an alter ego in his own head.

Then when Kevin's thesis

forced him to fully examine...

the nature of good

and evil in himself-

The boy resurfaced.

Like a latent virus, he would have

returned and fought back for survival.

One personality hating the other,

trying to kill the other.

And kill the person who caused

the split in the first place.

Balinda's missing.

I'm going there now.

- W-Wait. I'll meet you.

- Okay, but no screaming cop cars or-

I know.

Kevin might kill himself.

Hello, Kevin.

Put down the gun.

- Who are you?

- Put down the gun!

- Let her go.

- Put it down now!

- Let her go!

- Put it down!

Put down the gun,

or I blow her head off!

We've been expecting you.

I don't think we've been

officially introduced.

You can call me Slater.

Welcome to my house.

I should say "our house. "

You know, Kevin, they think

you're crazy as a loon.

They think you're me-

the Riddle Killer.

And tomorrow in the headlines,

it's gonna say...

your mommy dearest

drove you to kill her.

Shut up or I'll staple

your lips together!

I'm here.

My car's parked outside.

I'm gonna go in.

Look, I'm five minutes behind you.

Can you keep your phone on?

Yeah, I'll try.

The house is dark.

I don't see anyone.

Wait. "Where the worms hide

their secrets. "

"Where the worms hide their secrets"?

What is that?

I'm at the garden shed.

Nothing yet.

You confessed nothing!

- Wait.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

The steps go down into a basement.

I hear voices.

More than one?

You mean Kevin and Balinda.

- Kevin got himself a gun.

- I'm putting you on mute.

- Why? You wanna kill somebody?

- W-W-Wait!

Is that what you want?

You'll never get away with this.

You're sick. You're crazy.

Huh? You wanna taste it?

Well, stick out your tongue.

Why are you doing this, huh?

I confessed.

I told everyone

what I did to you.

You confessed nothing!

Your pathetic confession revealed nothing!

But tomorrow's headlines are gonna reveal

the true nature of Kevin Parson.

- My plan is perfect.

- Oh, this is your perfect plan?

- You're sick.

- Yeah. Oh, I'm the sick one?

You're the sick one, Kevin.

You don't even know how sick you are.

At least I'm not a hypocrite.

They think you and I are the same.

Well, guess what?

Tonight you're gonna prove them right!

Jennifer, I was wrong.

- I just saw him.

- Saw who? Who do you mean? Kevin?

Yeah. No. Both of them.

He's real.

Kevin's stalker's real.

- Who is he?

- He's-

Samantha can't talk now.

Samantha.

Wake up.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Come on. Come on.

Just like old times

in the neighborhood.

Except this time Kevin's gonna kill for real.

- Never.

- Kevin.

- And he's gonna take the blame for everything.

- You're sick.

Ha!

Sticks and stones.

She calls me sick.

He calls me an animal.

At least I'm not a hypocrite, sitting

in a church pew every Sunday...

swearing to God that I'll be good,

just like Kevin here...

even though he knows

he's disgusting.

Even though he knows

he tried to kill and hide it.

You're worse than me.

Hi, Princess.

How you doing?

Good? Almost midnight.

The cockroach has yet

to confess his sin...

and so it's time

to play out the game...

- to the end.

- No!

Get her. Get her!

Get down!

You hate her.

Look. You've been thinking about it.

Come on. Take it.

Take it!

Take it!

It's all the witch's fault.

Pain, the loneliness,

and all your torment.

You hate her!

Take it!

Leave him alone!

Kill her! Kill her now!

Do it!

- No, Kevin, it's not Balinda you want to kill.

- That's right.

- Kevin, don't!

- Do it. That's right.

- Fiend.

- Don't do it, Kevin.

- Shoot her!

- I should've never put you through this, Sam.

Oh, true love. How touching.

Don't do it, Kevin, please!

Do it or I'm gonna spit roast your

true love right in front of you. Do it!

He's gonna kill us all anyway.

He has to. No witnesses!

Then he's gonna burn up all trace that

we were even here. And you take the fall!

- Do it now!

- Kevin, don't! He's gonna kill us all anyway!

- He's gonna kill us all anyway! He-

- Police! Freeze!

Kevin?

You move and they die.

Are you okay?

Stay back.

Jennifer, listen to Sam.

Shut up! You two are driving me crazy!

Drop the gun or we all go.

Slater shot Sam.

Kevin, look at me.

Kevin, there's no one in here

except you, me and Balinda.

What?

Samantha and Slater aren't real.

Why are you saying that?

- She must have a plan. Go along.

- No, Sam.

The truth is

I don't have a plan.

The truth is

you were half right.

Slater is Kevin, but so are you.

He created you both

when he was a little boy...

locked in that house.

You were created from all the good things

he wanted in a friend.

But you saw Sam...

at the hotel

and at the police station.

Hey, you! And you! Out!

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