♪ Gray skies are gonna clear up ♪
♪ Put on a happy face ♪
♪ Brush off the clouds and cheer up ♪
♪ Put on a happy face ♪
♪ And spread sunshine ♪
♪ All over the place ♪
♪ Just put on a happy... ♪
♪ Face ♪
♪ Gray skies are gonna clear up ♪
♪ Put on a happy face ♪
♪ Brush off the clouds, hey, cheer up ♪
♪ Put on a happy face ♪
♪ Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy ♪
♪ It's not your style ♪
♪ You'll look so good that you'll be glad ♪
♪ You decided to smile ♪
♪ Pick out a pleasant outlook ♪
♪ Stick out that noble chin. ♪
Happy birthday, my little Hazel.
Mm-mm. I come bearing a donut.
I thought we were doing cake tonight.
What, you can't have two wishes?
Fine.
Yay!
These are all for Hazel?
Stop drooling on them, Max.
Can I open one, Mom?
Just one. The rest are for tonight.
Why does she get so many?
15 for 15. That's how we do it.
She has 16.
That dark blue one right there?
That one's for you.
-Thanks. How'd you know? - Yeah.
Because Mom is the best? Give me a hug, birthday girl.
- Come here. - What? No, Dad, you're all wet.
Oh, sweetie, that's rain. It's not sweat.
- You stink. Go shower. -Go shower, Dad.
You guys-- I don't like this team--
- Hey, what are you doing, Max? - Getting breakfast.
No, that's not breakfast, and that's sugar.
- I said it was all right. - If he doesn't get sugar here,
he'll just get it on the streets.
The streets? What do you, what do you know about the streets?
- You're 15. -I know about the streets.
You don't like my makeup?
Oh, my God, just do it.
You always want to choose
what's best for your skin tone.
And warmer colors look amazing on you.
All right, I'm gonna shower.
Dad.
Oh, you look beautiful, birthday girl.
What's Chilliwack?
What?
Chilliwack? What is it?
Where's this coming from?
It's a-- It's a birthday card. I got it in the mail.
"Ask your mom.
It was a special place for the whole family."
- What's wrong? - Oh, uh, it's nothing.
- Who is it? - I don't--
I don't know.
Whoa. Creepy.
Um, get your stuff together.
We got to go to school.
Mom, they say they're family.
I've got a great uncle who lives down in Oregon.
He lives in a nursing home.
If he writes to you again, you tell me.
- What's his name? - Just get your shoes on, we got to go.
- Go, go, go. - Fine.
-Do we need candles? - Uh, yeah.
I'll pick some up on my way home from work.
Thanks.
You okay?
Yeah... yeah. I'm fine.
'Kay.
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
- Morning, Melissa. - Morning.
-Hey, there. - Hey.
I do not care what she says now.
That is not what she said
before we put her on a fucking plane, okay?
- Morning. - Hi, Melissa.
Morning.
- Good morning. - Hey.
Good morning, Stewart.
What's Ivy so upset about?
- Ugh, usual drama. - Oh. Guest or talent?
The mother from Colorado whose daughter was murdered last year?
She's saying she won't go on.
Money or nerves?
-Five minutes! - Hmm.
Okay, look, I'm putting her through hair and makeup
and then she can decide.
Okay.
All right, bye.
Hi, Ivy.
Hi, Melissa.
Her name is Kathy Weaver.
See if you can calm her down, okay?
- Mm-kay. - Thank you.
Yeah.
You're on, Mel.
Ugh.
You already look great,
so we're just gonna do some finishing touches
and give you that Gwyneth Paltrow glow.
Sure.
Mm.
But honestly, I'm not sure I'm going through with this.
I'm, uh...
supposed to talk you into it.
But between you and me,
I don't have any skin in the game.
You know my daughter was killed?
Yes. I am so sorry.
It's been a year. The police have nothing.
I just can't think of any other way
to get people to care about her
other than going on this show.
So what's the downside?
My husband says it makes us look desperate.
What mother wouldn't be desperate
to find out what happened to her child?
- That's what I said. - Yeah.
So, I had this guy in my chair a couple months ago,
he's a... an expert on violent crime.
And he said five out of six Americans
will be victim to a violent crime in their life.
And you know what that means?
Kathy, you're not alone.
I read once that every violent act
is a rock dropped in water.
If you stay silent,
the ripples of trauma just keep going,
pulling everyone they touch underneath.
-I'm so sorry. -No. Go ahead.
It could be your kids.
Someone murdered your daughter, Kathy.
That person doesn't get to go on living without consequences.
That person has to pay for what they did.
And you need to make sure that he does.
Melissa.
What the hell was that?
- Nothing, I-- - Okay, if I lose her,
then we lose the emotional component to the crime
and then we are like every other show.
When I ask you to calm...
I think I'm ready to do this.
Dr. Greg can't wait to meet you.
- Thank you. - Of course.
You look great.
- Yeah, let's go. - Okay.
- You're gonna do great. -Thank you.
- We're just gonna go down this hall. -Okay.
You can just have a seat in the green room.
Just gonna stop by, drop it off.
Hi, um, do you have any birthday candles?
Uh, yeah. Uh, end of the aisle.
Thank you.
Can I have one of those, please?
Yep.
Absolutely.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Hazel ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
That's not enough, are you crazy?
That was fun.
Yeah.
She seemed happy, right?
Mm, she did.
Yeah.
I'll clean up.
You can go run.
- You sure? - Yeah.
You got a marathon in May, go.
You're a good mom.
Love you.
Love you back.
Back in a bit.
I'll be here.
Thank you for calling
Oregon Corrections Services.
Please enter the mailbox number, then press pound.
Okay...
Hi, there.
Hi.
- I'm Renee. I just moved in. - Hi, I'm Melissa.
I'm just, I'm on the phone, so...
- thank you! - Oh.
I'm gonna say this slowly so you understand.
Stay the fuck away from me and my kids.
Stay out of my fucking life.
Stop writing me letters.
I don't read them. I never have.
And if you ever, ever
write to one of my children again,
or send one of your psycho drawings,
I swear to fucking God,
I will make it my life's work
to make your miserable existence
- more miserable than it already is. - Hi, sorry, I just,
- I have one question... - I'm so sorry, I can't talk right now!
I will not stop filing complaints
until they take away every last
fucking privilege: TV, phone,
internet, visitors, everything.
You did what you did, and now you have to live with it
for the rest of your fucking life
in a fucking box alone.
Good morning, Stewart.
Hey. Anything new going on?
Not really.
- You? - Please.
See Kathy Weaver's moment, by the way?
She had the audience in literal
- tears with every-- -Melissa?
I'm Tabitha, Dr. Greg's assistant.
He wants to talk to you.
Dr. Greg wants to talk to me?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Right?
- No, not yet. No. - Hi.
Nothing else, except for the call.
Please, have a seat, have a seat.
No, okay? Um...
I, uh, I have a meeting.
Uh...
we'll talk. Okay.
- Just give me one moment. - Yeah.
Melissa?
Yeah... yes. Hi.
Uh, this is John.
He's, uh, he's from legal.
Hey.
How long have you been with us?
- Two years. -Two!
Right.
And-and where did you come from?
Uh, mostly freelance.
I... I was doing bridal makeup.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Hey, you wanted--
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to just--
No, no, no, come on in, Ivy. I'm just, um,
finding out a little more about Melissa here.
Uh, Dr. Greg, if this is about yesterday,
- and what I said to Kathy, I'm so sorry. -Uh...
Ivy, what do you know about the Happy Face Killer?
The trucker serial killer from around here?
-Mm-hmm. - Uh, he killed in the '90s.
Serial, but under ten.
Uh, he used to sign letters to newspapers with a happy face.
- Right, right. - Yeah. Why?
Anything to add, Melissa?
Why would she-- What's going on?
This is true crime. She's makeup.
And yet earlier today,
the Happy Face Killer called this show.
And said he had information about a murder.
What?
Apparently, Mr. Happy Face made it clear
there were only two people here that he would talk to.
Myself...
and Melissa here.
So...
I think you know my next question, Melissa.
Why?
Um, I have absolutely no idea.
Really?
He says he's been writing to you for years.
Oh, God, are you
one of those women who falls in love with serial killers and now
we have to cover her because there's--
- Oh, no. No, no, no, no. - What? No.
No. No.
He's, uh, calling again in a minute.
Either you tell me
or he will.
Dr. Greg?
I have that call.
He's my father.
♪ So happy ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, so happy... ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
♪ So happy ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪
♪ So happy ♪
♪ So happy. ♪
Okay, Melissa?
If, uh,
if you think your father is lying,
offer anything you think will be helpful, okay?
Okay.
Good, good.
Uh, ready, Tabitha.
Hello. This is, uh, Dr. Greg.
I'm here with, uh, Ivy Campbell, my true crime producer,
John Howler from legal,
and, uh, Melissa Reed.
To whom am I speaking?
Me.
Is that Keith Jesperson, the Happy Face Killer?
I don't hear Melissa.
Where is she?
Uh, before we get into that, let me make one thing clear.
I don't like being used.
So if you're only calling to out Melissa as your daughter,
she beat you to it.
Oh, this isn't about Melissa.
This is about trying to get the truth
out to the media.
All right, um...
Uh-huh. What truth would that be, sir?
I need to hear Melissa first.
What do you want?
Hi, Missy.
Don't call me that.
You're right.
You're at work.
I-I just wanted to talk to you. I, uh--
I already talked.
I told you to fuck off.
Or did you not get my message?
Is that how I raised you to speak in front of your boss?
Uh, you let me worry about that, sir.
Um, so, what truth are we talking about?
It was nine.
Did you say "nine"?
What, what was nine?
When I confessed in '95,
I held one back.
- Why would you hold one victim back? - Didn't you know?
Serial killers, uh,
do that sometimes.
Then why confess now?
I'm getting old.
I need to make things right
- while I still can. - Bullshit. You are such a liar.
I'm trying to make things right, Missy.
You have never tried to make anything right.
I told you before.
- There were nine. - You never told me--
Well, maybe you should read my letters!
What's this victim's name?
Jane.
Jane what?
Doe.
Do you not know her name,
or is this just a lie to manipulate your daughter?
Oh, I know everything.
It just can't be that easy.
Thought you were trying to make things right.
I am.
But prison's boring.
And they record these calls.
I'll only tell it to Melissa.
In person.
Hey, Melissa!
Melissa, wait!
The-- the prison is a four-hour drive.
Can you go tomorrow morning?
I have to go back to work, Ivy.
He just--
He said he killed another woman.
You can't just go back to work.
He's lying.
He's trying to manipulate me again.
Then face-- face him down.
Don't run away.
Please don't produce me.
Okay.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Then help me understand.
Have you ever visited him?
Twice.
When I was 15,
after he first got arrested and, um...
...when I was pregnant with my daughter.
N-Neither time helped.
Does your family know?
My husband Ben does, but...
...we told the kids that he's dead.
- I'm really sorry. - Oh...
This is so fucked.
Know what's even more fucked?
If he's not lying, there's a family out there
still wondering what happened to their daughter.
We could get them an answer.
That, I meant. I swear.
I have to think about it.
Daddy's home!
Come on!
There you go.
Ooh, Missy-o!
Missed you.
Here you go, son.
-Thanks, Dad. - What have I got for you?
- Hmm? You want to see it? - Mm.
No peeking.
Close your eyes.
Put out your hand.
Here you go.
I got that for you in a shop in Arizona.
The lady said that it was the stone of Father Sky,
good for protection and enduring love.
You like it?
WALSH Sunday, May 22,
and I'm John Walsh.
Two of America's most wanted fugitives have been...
At 9:45 Friday night,
Steven Randall Dye
flagged down a San Diego Police squad car and turned himself in.
Dye was wanted for...
I told you she's too young to watch this, Keith.
Now we're in trouble.
He's lying to you.
He is trying to get you back in his life.
Or there is a family who lost a daughter
who will never get answers.
Is that what your work said to you?
Do you know how manipulative that is?
- The shit that he-- - What your father did
is not your responsibility.
The shit that he said, and the shit I saw.
I knew, I knew something was wrong.
I never did anything about it.
You were a child.
But I am an adult now.
Do you not remember what happened last time you went?
Because I do.
You weren't okay for months, Melissa.
You were a ghost.
I just, I...
I know that if I don't go there
and deal with him,
then he won't stop doing this.
He will never leave us alone.
I'm not sure that you want him to leave you alone.
What does that mean?
Because even after everything that he has done,
you still love him.
He wasn't always a monster. He became one.
Before that, he was just...
my dad.
You never saw that, but I did.
Okay.
So, what do we tell the kids?
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, thanks.
You guys have an hour. Good?
It's so good to see you, Missy.
Don't call me that.
Mr. Jesperson, I'm Ivy Campbell.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yes. Uh, I enjoy your work.
Thank you. Thank you. Uh, so the prison has
given us permission to record this conversation,
but I need you to sign the release form.
Oh. Oh.
Is this, uh, something I should have my attorney
look at first?
You wanted us here to talk about a murder.
Now we're here, so talk.
You remember Chilliwack?
Remember that day we went swimming, just you and me?
And then after, we, uh,
sat on the bank, and just looked at the water...
...and then you said,
"Look at the river, Daddy, it's-it's so sparkly.
I think Chilliwack is a girl."
You remember that?
Mr. Jesperson, you promised you would
tell us about the ninth victim, the Jane Doe.
We're ready to record whatever you have to say,
but you need to sign the release first.
I've already told Ivy that this whole thing is just a lie
- to get me here, so... - I wish.
Then prove it. What's her name?
Well, if I tell you that,
then you're just gonna get up
and you're gonna walk out of here,
and I'm not gonna see you for another 15 years.
Well, if you don't tell me that now,
then I'm just gonna get up
and I'm gonna walk out of here and you won't see me
for the rest of your life, so...
Two choices, Jesperson.
Sign the form.
Go back to your cell.
Oh, I think I'll keep this.
See if I can make something useful out of it.
Come on, Dad, just give it to her.
Did you hear yourself?
You called me Dad.
So I'm just gonna clip this to your shirt, all right?
What? Oh, yeah.
Missy, you gonna come over here and do my makeup for me?
Make me look pretty on camera?
- Is that why you're doing this? -What?
So you can get some attention, be on TV?
I'm not the one that used to parade around the house
pretending she was Dolly Parton.
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I've begun to get myself together ♪
♪ You waltz right in the door ♪
♪ Just like you done before ♪
♪ And wrap my heart around your little finger. ♪
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
You're saying I'm the one who wants attention?
No, what I'm saying is that
you're still my little girl...
...digging in my pockets for treasure.
That's why you're here.
No, I'm not here for you.
We're here for the truth, Keith.
- So, go ahead and tell us. - I will.
As soon as Missy here
tells me why she is acting like she's God's gift
when she's the one that benefitted
from every killing that I did.
Excuse me?
Every time a woman took her last breath,
you got presents.
Time with Daddy.
I needed to be
around you, after,
because it...
...kept me out of the darkness.
So I brought you little trinkets
and big presents that I knew
your mom couldn't afford.
Lots of candy.
And seeing you happy, it just erased...
...all that I'd done.
Because if-if you loved me that much,
and I loved you that much...
...then, uh,
I couldn't be all that bad.
What does this all have to do with the ninth victim?
'Cause after I killed her,
I brought you a trampoline.
Do you remember? It was the last gift that I gave you.
I need to go to the bathroom.
Can I use the bathroom, please? Thank you.
So, Jesperson's your pops.
I'd appreciate it if you kept that to yourself.
I'd appreciate it if you made it worth my while.
Relax. I just wanted to see if you were a sick fuck
like your dad.
Uh, that's my cue, Ivy.
Well, wait, wait, Mr. Jesperson, please.
You haven't told us anything.
This thing. See?
I gotta give Dr. Greg something
or he won't let us come back.
What was the name of the victim?
Where did you dump her?
Ask Missy.
She knows.
Hey.
So, how many glasses are you in?
Two.
Then two glasses for me, too.
I know today was a lot.
It's gonna take a lot more than two to forget.
Good. Good.
'Cause I'm gonna need you to remember.
Remember what?
Well, when you went to the bathroom,
I tried to get him to tell us something.
And he didn't give you anything because he's lying.
Actually, no.
He said, "Ask Missy, she knows."
Ask me what? What would I know?
That's why I'm asking you.
I have no clue, Ivy, I swear.
Okay.
The trampoline.
Did he mean it was the last gift he brought you
before he got arrested?
Yeah, I guess so.
I was...
uh, I was 15.
It was winter. I was wearing my puffy coat.
I'd just gotten it for Christmas.
Oh, you want to jump.
Hey, Dad.
Oh. Mm.
It definitely had to have been after that.
Okay. Christmas.
Christmas. Christmas.
- What's that? - A timeline of his murders.
Oh, God. Excuse me.
Hi, can I have another, please?
It's cheaper if I just leave the bottle.
You know, that's a good idea. Thank you.
So this is your life, Ivy Campbell?
Just building timelines for serial killers?
My life is whatever the latest crime story requires.
Doesn't it get depressing, thinking about
all the terrible things that happen to people all the time?
You know terrible things don't just happen.
Terrible things are done by people,
and that interests me.
What's "Death Game"?
Just tell me.
He liked to choke them, but not to kill them.
He'd strangle them just enough to bring them
in and out of consciousness.
Sometimes for hours.
So he could rape them again.
I figured you knew.
I've tried to avoid the details.
I can have Adele contact the trucking company.
I'm tired. I'm-I'm gonna go.
Are you gonna be okay?
What are we doing here?
I know how to pull off the perfect murder.
Duct tape comes in real handy.
But you got to take it with you.
Because they can get a print off this now, too.
Just like that.
Zip ties are much better.
I think you've been reading too many of
your crime books, Dad.
Keith Hunter Jesperson, aka the Happy Face Killer,
confessed to authorities that five years ago
he lured his first victim, Kelly Davis,
to this house in Portland, where he lived
with his girlfriend at the time.
What do you think?
Come on in, I'll show you.
Jesperson says he brutally beat Kelly in the living room,
then strangled her to death.
He claims their sexual encounter was consensual,
but the police say otherwise.
So this is Allison's place?
Oh, yeah. She's nice.
She let me move in.
I can't believe you already have a new girlfriend.
I'm gonna get bunk beds.
But for now you get to sleep on the couch.
Hi, Missy.
- Hi, Dad. - What are-- What are you doing?
I had a nightmare.
Dreamed a lady was touching my hair.
Huh.
That's spaghetti sauce.
- Hey. - Hey.
Good morning.
We need to talk to my mom.
She lives in Spokane.
Okay. Yeah, let's go.
- Okay. - Come on.
Do you know when Mom's gonna be back?
Can we come in? I left a message, I just...
I need to go to the basement.
Sorry about my stepdad.
That's his good side.
Okay, so what exactly are we looking for?
My mom kept all of her receipts.
When you're poor with three kids,
sometimes you have to return something to afford dinner.
You guys moved here after the divorce?
Yep. When I was 12.
My mom and my grandma slept upstairs
and my brother and sister and I slept down here.
Down here? Every night?
Yeah, our cots were right over there.
What about Mr. Hospitality?
Mm, he came a few years later.
What'd this guy do?
Oh, God.
That's Brenden, my ex-boyfriend from high school.
Melissa?
Hey, Mom.
You just show up? You don't even call?
I called you like four times. I left a message.
This is Ivy, this is my... boss.
Hello, dear.
So, you visited your father?
How'd you know?
Your brother told me.
Shane talks to him? Since when?
When you don't visit or call, you end up out of the loop.
I call you.
My apologies, Ivy.
Do you drink tea?
I burned all my records.
And I have no idea what happened
to that eyesore of a trampoline.
So you have no idea where he drove from that time?
No, and I would say I'm sorry I can't help you, but I'm not.
But if what Mr. Jesperson said is true,
there could be a family that could use this information.
Ivy, do you know what I do for a living?
Melissa said you're a caseworker at the Salvation Army.
I help women and children get off the streets
and into safe housing, every day.
I do my part.
Except when it comes to your own children.
They're on their own.
Did I not keep a roof over your heads?
- Food on the table? - You didn't talk to us, Mom.
- You didn't explain anything. - What have you told your kids?
- That's different. -How?
I'm not blaming you.
But he is still very dangerous.
No, he's desperate and he's pathetic
and he's in prison.
Ivy, do you mind excusing us?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Uh, I have to make a call anyway.
- Uh, do you mind if I do it outside? -Yeah.
What is going on with you, Mom?
Why are you acting so weird?
Years ago, after your father went away...
I was up late, cleaning.
The phone rang. It was a man.
He said...
"I know exactly what you're wearing, June."
And he described my nightgown to a T.
Even my slippers.
Where was I?
You kids were downstairs, asleep.
It was terrifying.
I turned off all the lights so he couldn't see me.
I sat on the couch in the dark,
holding a kitchen knife,
watching the knob on the front door.
And you think Dad had something to do with this?
I know he did.
He called later to say he'd sent a friend by.
Said I should expect to see him again.
Who?
You know he always had people
worshipping him, doing his bidding.
What, like fans?
All I know
is sometimes I'll come out of a store
and my car will have a flat tire.
Or I'll come home and the cups
are moved to a different cabinet.
- You're being paranoid, Mom. - No!
He wants me to know...
...that I'm only alive because
he wants me to be.
Ugh, Mom...
You have to hear me.
He has power outside of those prison walls.
And in the right circumstances...
he would hurt anyone.
Even his little Missy.
I was on the phone when I saw it.
That's got to be it, right?
We only had one trampoline.
- Okay, let's go. - Wait. Here, here.
All right.
You got it?
- Yep. - Okay.
Oh, here.
Um, 1529 Main Street. Denton, Texas.
It's... It's Texas.
There we go.
Yeah.
Texas.
What about it?
Turns out, trampolines are really hard to get rid of.
We found an old label on ours
that led back to a sports store in Texas.
Ivy spent all night searching unsolved murders.
Can't blame you for leaving her out of your first confession.
You wiggled out of the death penalty here in Oregon,
but Texas would've killed you in a heartbeat.
Aren't you two in a good mood?
Well, I figure this process will really speed up
once we loop in law enforcement, but then, of course,
you'll lose control of the story.
So, if you want to get out in front of it,
now's the time.
Uh, I delivered, uh,
a load of frames to, uh, Denton, Texas.
And, um...
...dispatcher told me that he'd have another load for me
in a day or two, so I decided
I'm gonna drive around for a while.
And stopped at a bar
to have a burger.
And I was served by this pretty little bartender.
And she was just getting off her day shift.
I finished eating and got back in my truck.
And I wasn't lookin' for trouble.
But I guess that's...
Something must've been looking for me,
because what do you know?
I'm-- There's that little bartender
and she's hitchhiking.
And she's all legs and thumb.
And that was...
...fate.
And so I pulled over and I asked her
if she needed some help, and...
...she recognized me from the bar,
and said that her car battery died.
What was the bar called?
- I don't remember, Ivy. - Bullshit.
She got into your truck willingly?
Well, she was hesitant, but I showed her a picture
of my kids that I kept up on the visor.
I mean, they all relax once they see that you have daughters.
What was her name?
Whatever happened to that little girl that loved Dolly Parton?
I mean, I-I thought that you were...
You were gonna be a star.
A-And then somehow, you just...
wound up doing their makeup.
You're questioning my life choices?
Well, this girl, the bartender,
she really wanted to be a star.
And, uh, she had a really good voice, too.
And she was singing along with this guitar
that she had with her.
We drove around for a couple of hours.
And...
we wound up having sex.
But I did not rape her.
And I want to go on record:
I've never raped a woman in my life.
I never paid for sex.
Did some of those girls like it rough? Yes.
Did I strangle them? Yes.
But I never, ever raped them.
Okay, what happened next?
She kept going on about how she was gonna be a huge star
and that I'd be able to brag someday
that I'd had her once.
And it rubbed me the wrong way.
I mean, that... the ego.
And so I told her, I said, uh,
"I don't see how you're gonna get to be a big star
if I kill you first."
So let me tell you about strangling a woman.
It ain't easy.
Along the way, I'd learned that if I used my fist
and pressed right into the larynx,
I could just hold that, and...
...let time just tick away,
and when I smelled the urine,
I knew that I was done.
But she was different.
I was choking her, and this smell
started to come off of her.
You know, like when a skunk sprays when they get cornered.
But, you know... but it wasn't fear
and it wasn't piss. It was, uh,
it was grapefruit.
Grapefruit?
The smell of it filled up the whole cab of the truck.
The pink skin, you know, the...
Um, it was bright, like citrus.
And, uh, that threw me.
But that was her.
That was...
the smell of her death.
I'd just started to move her,
but she woke up.
Could've sworn that she was dead.
And she started coughing.
And so, I just hit her over the head,
and then she was dead.
What about the murder weapon?
What'd you hit her with?
My dog wrench. 11-inch.
Okay, what happened next?
Picked her up
and carried her down under some bridge
and dumped her.
And then I bought a trampoline.
And then I drove straight to you.
What was her name?
Now, you think you're so much better than me.
You think you're so different.
You don't see how we're the same, do you?
Secretive by nature,
so good at pretending to be somebody
you're not.
Act tough, but deep down,
you're just filled with insecurity,
and you're afraid you can't love.
And you're afraid you can't be loved.
I've been married for 20 years.
Oh, to Ben the branch manager?
And those kids.
Max.
Does he know that he's got my eyes?
And Hazel, in that little plaid uniform she got,
I bet she goes--
Don't you fucking talk about my kids.
I'm sorry that you have to...
have a dad like me, Missy.
You deserve better.
Get us anything else?
You're too old for a trampoline?
Let me dig in my pockets.
What treasures do I have here?
Hmm?
Hmm. Yeah, just what is it?
-I'm gonna grab that. - No, no, no, no.
Anything but that.
That one, that's for Missy.
She had a guitar.
Wait, what?
- What's going on? - Hey, Ben.
Hey. How'd it go?
It's-It's still going. Um, I need your help.
Can you... can you go into
- my safe, please? - Is that Mom?
- Can I talk to her? - Uh...
I was hoping you'd left by now.
Uh, we're-we're dealing with something here.
Um, I-I need your help.
Please, go in my safe. Please, please, please.
Hey, I'll be right back, okay?
Just one second.
Okay, I'm here.
The code is our anniversary.
Okay. 0-7-2-9-0-4.
Got it.
There should be a perfume box. It says, "Elizabeth Poppy."
You know, dump it out,
and there's a yellow guitar pick.
This...
is for you.
So you can be a star just like Dolly.
What's it say?
"Whiskey River."
A bar in Texas. Whiskey River.
-Hey, Melissa, what's going on here? - Yeah.
We have a lead on
the ninth victim.
So he's telling the truth?
I don't know, but if he killed somebody else,
then I have to do something about it.
Melissa, if you go down
this road, it's going to come out
that your dad is the Happy Face Killer.
You know that, right?
Melissa?
Found it.
I have to call you back, okay? I love you. Bye.
Is that her? What's her name?
"Small town remembers Heather Richmond,
"aspiring singer who was raped and murdered
"on February 18, 1995.
"She was last seen leaving the bar where she worked
"in Jefferson, Texas,
Whiskey River."
Holy shit. We did it. We solved it.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Hold on.
It's... it's not unsolved.
What? What does that mean?
"Heather's boyfriend at the time, Elijah Carter,
"was convicted of her murder.
He's still on death row. He maintains his innocence."
Death row?
He has two months.
Oh, my God.
Fuck. Okay, we need to go to Texas
and figure out what's going on right now.
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