Dark Places (2015) - full transcript

Libby Day is a lifeless woman who survived the massacre of her family in their farmhouse in the countryside of Kansas when she was eight. She's been living on donations and lectures ever since. Thirty years ago, the police believed that a satanic cult was responsible for the murder of her mother and two sisters, and her brother Ben was convicted with her testimony in court. Today, however, an acquaintance, Lyle Wirth, invites Libby to visit "The Kill Club", where amateurs investigate famous crimes, and she finds that they believe Ben is innocent. Libby needs money and, in return, accepts to revisit the slaughter of her family and comes up to the painful revelations and the ultimate truth.

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I love you, Libby.

I love you, ladybug.

Don't you ever forget that.

what you're about to tell us
is very, very important.

Did Ben kill your mom
and your sisters?

You were in the house
when it happened.

So tell us. It was Ben.
He killed them, right?

I have a meanness inside me.

Real as an organ.

It's the Day blood.

Something's fuckin'
wrong with it.

I was eight the night
they were killed and
suddenly I was famous.

The little orphan girl of the
Kansas Prairie Massacre.

So, strangers send me money.

Just enough for
me to do nothing.

Which was exactly what I did.

How much is left?

Do you read
the reports I send you?


Have you at least
listened to my messages?

How much?

There is $482 and 12 cents
left in your fund.

Now as I have
mentioned before...


...had you been
able to replenish it

with any kind of
regular income,

we'd have been
able to keep it afloat.

You're also two months
behind on your rent.

What about the book? Hmm?

That should have
made more money.

-I know.
-Any new donations?

Thirtieth anniversary
is coming up...

-You know, I could...
-People have short
attention spans, Libby.

And there's always
a new murder, I'm afraid.

They want to help
other little girls.

And the truth is, you're not
a little girl anymore.

I'm not ready for this.

But in a way,

it could turn out to be
a blessing in disguise.

And lead you into an exciting
new phase of your life.

What do you want to be
when you grow up?

Are you fucking kidding me?

In the past Jim Jeffries
used to hand me bulging
shoe boxes full of mail.

Most of them letters
with checks inside.

In return,
donors would receive

a form letter in my blocky
handwriting that read...

"Thank you for your donation.

"It's people like you
who let me look forward
to a brighter future.

"Yours truly, Libby Day."



Is this Lyle Wirth?

Yeah, who's asking?

It's Libby Day, you wrote me.

Oh, holy cow! Really?
Libby Day?

Are you in town?

What do you mean, which town?

Well, you're in Kansas City,
that's where you live, right?



Yeah, I live in Kansas City.

Listen, your offer,
is it serious?

Lyle Wirth looked
like a serial killer.

Which probably meant
he wasn't one.



Yeah, what?
You were expecting
someone else?

Wow, Libby Day.
I'm so excited to
finally meet you...

Okay, just fucking relax.

There's, uh,
no reason to be scared.

I'm not scared of you.

I'm just trying to figure out
what kind of a person

wants to meet in
a laundromat in the middle
of the fucking night.

Oh, no, it's not
what you think.
I own this place.

I own two of them.
I'm an entrepreneur.

-Can I offer you something?
-Like what?


I was thinking
maybe a coffee...

-Just take a fucking
step back, man!

What is it with you
and personal space?

All right.

Tell me about this club.

You know how some guys
collect baseball cards?

Or women who read
gossip magazines

and know everything
about some celebrity.

Like their baby's name
or the town
where they grew up?

This is like that,
only it's about murders.

We call it the Kill Club.

It's not as weird
as it sounds.

It's like a bunch of people
who like true crimes
and mysteries.

You know, everyone
has a case that they
are passionate about.

You and your
family are very special.
Huge with the club.

I mean, it's a real
tragedy what happened.

Your brother in jail,
going on 28 years.

Look, if you
and your little club

want to convince me
that Ben's innocent,
you're wasting your time.

Just come along, it's like...
Like a convention.

How much?

Five hundred dollars.
And there will be
a lot of collectors there,

so bring any souvenirs
from your childhood...

I want a thousand.

I can give you 700.

And you let us pick your brain
about what happened that day.



Yeah. Deal.

I betcha can't!

Come on, let's go!

Hey! What about breakfast?

It's a little warm out
for that hat,
don't you think?

Settle down girls.
Settle down.

Hey, Ben.

-Hey, Libby.
-I like your salt mountain.

Oh, yeah?

Mom, Ben and Libby are making
a mess at the table.

Sweetie, it's fine.

Michelle, can you make sure
everyone has juice.

Mom! Libby took my
pancake off my plate.

Libby, Ben...


Ben's wearing a hat inside.
It's not even cold. Duh!

Michelle, you're right.
Ben, you need to
take off your hat.

It's not polite to wear
a hat at the table.


Mom, Ben looks like
some ghoul from one of
his metal band posters.


It's just hair, Mom.
Don't freak out.

- I'll be back later.

It wasn't the first
time I'd been offered money
for conferences or meetings.

I'd been offered all sorts of
twisted deals over the years.

Want some sweets, little girl?


-Welcome to our club.

I said, "Welcome to our club!"

You want me to
show you around?

I want my money.

Come on.
I'll show you upstairs.

The Kill Club,

or "KC," as we call it,
is basically for solvers and
fans of famous murders.

Everyone from
Fanny Adams to the killer...

Who's Fanny Adams?

She's an eight-year-old
who got chopped to bits
in England back in 1867.

-That guy you passed
with the sweets downstairs.

He was playing
the role of her murderer,
Frederick Baker.

Jesus Christ...

You guys need to get a life.

Yeah, we've been trying to
push the role players out,

but, too many guys
are into that.

Plus, it's a good
source of income for us.

-The solvers.

We're a serious-minded

Among our ranks
are ex-cops,

private and insurance
investigators, lawyers.

We solve crimes.
It's what we do.

Lyle. Who's your young friend?

Bob Bredella,
this is Libby Day.

Whose, uh, family
was at the Kansas farm
house massacre.


If you had a cock
you would be in pieces
in my garbage right now.

Parts that
I didn't use for chili.

Get your fucking hands
off me! You freak!

-I'm kidding. I'm sorry.
-You think that's funny?

-Only kidding.
-You fat fuck!

That wouldn't have been
the first fight at Kill Club,

but it would've
been the weirdest.

You know what, I'm outta here.

No, no, no. Libby, please.

I don't want to
do this anymore.

No, no.
I can understand why
you wouldn't like it so far.

But we're not all like that.

Look, just give me a chance.
Look at this in here.

It's a bunch of PI's
who think they've
identified a serial killer.

They're about to
catch some guy

who has been crossing states.

You know, Missouri, Kansas,
Oklahoma, to help kill people.

What do you mean, help?

They call him
the Angel of Debt.

They think he's like
a Jack Kevorkian

for people with bad credit,

good life insurance
and no way out.

You'll like our group.
It's serious, no costumes.

Hi everyone. It's my honor
to present our special guest,

and the star
of this year's Kill Club.

Libby Day.

Around 2:00 a.m.
on October the 13th, 1985,

a person or persons
killed three members
of the Day family

in their farm house
in Kinnakee, Kansas.

The youngest child, Libby,

escaped the killer
through a window
in her mother's room.

The oldest child, Benjamin,
never produced an alibi

and was extremely
uncooperative with the police.

Libby testified,

she saw Ben
commit the murders.

Despite Libby's
confused testimony,

and young age,

and despite a startling lack
of physical evidence,

Ben Day was convicted.

Based largely on rumors
that he was
involved in Devil worship.

You done?

I think the general
consensus is that Runner Day,

her father, did it.

I mean, he goes to Patty,
tries to bully her for money,

as usual gets nothing,
and he goes haywire.

I mean, the guy
was crazy, right?

Right. I don't know...

Look, I didn't know him,
he left when I was, like, two.

-Where is he now?
-I don't know.

There was a blood stain
on Michelle's bed sheets.

Different blood type
than anyone in the family.

But since the sheets
were from Goodwill,

prosecutor says that blood
could have come from anywhere.

Yeah, we were poor.

A lot of our shit
came from Goodwill, okay?

Do you remember anything
out of the ordinary

-happening that day?
-Like what?

Like, how your mother reacted
to the Krissi Cates scandal.

-Krissi Cates.

I don't know who that is.

You mentioned
her in your book.

I didn't write that book.
I didn't even read it.

What about Trey Teepano?

What about Ben Day?
You want to hear
what I have to say about him?

Please, this is the grossest
miscarriage of justice ever.

What is this woman's deal?

Magda here is
very involved in the effort
to free your brother.

He's a wonderful man.
He draws, he writes poetry.

You should get to
know him, Libby.
You really should.

In three weeks,
that window is going to close.


In order to solve this crime,

we need to compile
new evidence and

if you were inclined,
you could recant
your testimony

when we file
for habeas corpus.
But time is of the essence.

What are you talking about?

Oh, because of budget cuts,

they are consolidating
departments and disposing
of evidence

from cases
older than 10 years.

Which means,
in three weeks' time,
Ben's file will be shredded.

You're just a few people

who like murder
mysteries and true crimes...

Libby. Ben is innocent
and we're trying to prove it.

He's never even
filed for an appeal!

He's had reason
enough for eight appeals
but he has lost hope.


-Please help...

-It's not
a conspiracy theory...
-Hey, don't be like that!

Get your hands off me!

At least stay and
try and convince us.

I told you she wouldn't
bother, lazy little liar.

Yes, that's what you are
and what you've always been.
A liar!

You don't know shit about
what happened that night.

None of you.

Run! Run!


Libby! Libby!


They're all dead!

"Once I was in art class
and met a boy named Ben.

"It was his heart
I knew I would win.

"He has big blue eyes
and really nice skin.

"Are you 'in'?"

"It's Saturday
and I'm thinking of you.
Guess who?"

Hey, do you know someone here?


Hey. Hey.

Hey, do you know this kid?

No, I don't hang out
with middle-schoolers.

- Fuck off.

Oh, little guy's pissed.

Okay, dude, what's up?
Do I know you or what?

I'm a friend of Trey's,
I come here all the time.

You liar. That crazy Indian
doesn't have any friends.

Is he even really Indian?
He looks Asian to me.

I think he's,
uh, what do they call it,

like, a mixed blood. He's like
two different things.

So, like, his drunken granddad
raped a Chinese whore?

You better watch your mouth,

Trey's into
some scary ass shit.

Satanic shit.

Yeah, we get into some
pretty dark shit sometimes.

You're one of the guys
that killed the cows?

We have to.

It's an order.

Bro, that's a weird order.
That was my hamburger.

Look at his face.

Sometimes things have to die.
We have to kill them.

Just like Jesus requires
sacrifice, so does Satan.

Mom, is Ben in trouble?

No, sweetie, Ben's fine.

-Are you sure?
-Michelle, what do you want?

I heard rumors.

What kind of rumors?

Mom, there's a car coming!

Who is it?


Thank you.

Who's the little spy?

That's Libby.

She's got big blue eyes
like her mom.

Where are your people
from originally? Ireland?

My maiden name was Krause.

There was another
German farmer near Ark City.

Last summer,
his hopper went screwy

and dumped 4000 pounds
of wheat on him.

Poor fellow drowned in it.

He suffocated before
they could get to him.

-I know the story.
-His farm's going under.

He owed us, uh, I mean,
the FHA a lot of money.

Why you working
on a Saturday, Joseph,
is something wrong?

They're going to foreclose.

Why now?

Prices aren't
what they used to be.

A strong harvest
is what brought

those prices down,
that could change next year.

There's no way for
you to come out on top.

I could sell the animals,
I'll sell some
of the machinery.

The animals aren't worth much.

You already sold
most of the machinery.

There's got to be a way.

-Banks said they would back...
-Your bank's going under, too.

I'm sorry.

They're just
trying to get rid of us.

I'm not sure who "they" are.

The only way to
fix this is money.

I'm talking beg,

borrow, steal.

Time for pride is over, Patty.

What you're about to tell us
is very, very important.

Did Ben kill your mom
and your sisters?

You were in the house
when it happened, so tell us.

It was Ben,
he killed them, right?

Listen, I've been thinking.

If I were to look
into this case some more,

is that something your club
would be able to finance?

You changed your mind?

No, as far as I'm concerned
Ben is the killer, but...

I need money.

I'm willing to offer
your club three weeks
of my life in exchange.

That doesn't sound very noble.

-No, wait. Libby. Libby.

Do you really have
no contact with Runner?


Well, it might be a good idea
to track him down.

Although, personally
I don't think Runner did it.

What's your theory?

I'm not quite ready
to share that yet.

Oh, come on!
If Ben is so innocent,
why doesn't he try to get out?

Maybe you should
go talk to him.


We start with
other people first.

What is it?
Is it a money thing?

I just don't like
wasting my time, okay?


How about... $300?

Where do you get this money?

As treasurer,
I have a certain amount
of discretionary funds.

This is the project
I choose to use them for.

--What? What's so funny?

You're a noble embezzler.
That's what's funny.

-That makes you
almost likable.

I need 500 more. An advance.


'Cause I got to get
my car out of the shop.

It's been held hostage
for the last six months.

I'm going to need a car.

All right.

-You better play ball.
-Yeah, yeah, I will.

Go see Ben.

It all starts with him.

No, it all ends with him.
He killed them.

I'm serious,
Libby, go talk to him...

Fine! I'll talk to him!

Just to prove
you freaks wrong.

Make that fat bitch Magda cry.

I think...

I saw Ben as I was standing
at the door of my mom's room.

He was threatening
her with our shotgun.

Satan encourages you
to do what feels good.

Because we're all
basically animals.

- Settle down. Quiet.

Benjamin, you do
understand this is very
serious, don't you?

Hi, Libby.

Hey, Ben.

I never thought
I'd see you here.

Yeah well,
I never thought I'd come.

Turns out you got
a couple of fans outside.

People who take you
for the victim, well played.

I thought about you
a lot over the years.

Every once in a while,
someone tells me about you

but it's not the same.

How's it in there?

I'm fine. Really, I am.
I have my high school diploma.

I'm even part way to
a college degree. English.

I read fucking
Shakespeare now.

Good for you.

Man, Libby,
you're so beautiful.

You've got Mom's eyes.

You must hear
that all the time.

Who would tell me that?

Runner's gone,
don't know where.

Diane's dead.

There's no one.

That's not good.
They should've taken
better care of you.

You're born again? Hmm?

You found Jesus in there?
Why are you
being so nice to me?

I'm not that nice, Libby.

I got a lot of anger
for a lot of people.

Just, you're not one of them.


You're different.

You're different
than I imagined.

You know, we don't
have to stay in this room.

This room is designated
for death row inmates.

We can be in an open room.

Unless you requested this one?

Remember that horse, Yellow?


The famous horse that
refused to be ridden?

-What, did he bite you?
-Nothing that dramatic.

Just thought I had
a good hold of him,

he threw me against the fence

and slammed my hand
against a nail.

Runner been in here?

You know where he is?

The last letter came care of

Bert Nolan's Group Home
for Men somewhere in Oklahoma.

He asked me for $500
to carry on his research

on my behalf. Good ol' Runner.

What's the tat on your arm?

Oh, it's a old flame.

We started out as pen pals.

I thought I loved her.
Thought we'd get married.

How about you?
You got a boyfriend?

Don't do that.

How dare you?
You don't get to do that.

Libby, I'm...

No, you don't get to ask me
fucking questions.

I mean, here comes
my little sister

after all these years.
And I'm thinking,

"Maybe this one
thing will work out."

Maybe I won't be
so fucking lonely.

We can talk about
a goddamn horse,

that's all I'm asking for,

just as tiny as that.

I don't remember the horse.


It was a dirty old farm horse.
But it was your horse.

How come I can't remember him?

You were pretty young
when Mom had to sell him.

Broke her heart,
but she needed the money.

I can tell you all about him.

Go ahead, ask the question.

I don't need to ask.
I know you killed them.

No, I did not.

Of course not, I was a teenage
boy in a house full of girls.

At school I was the kid
that nobody paid attention to.

In that court room,
people were scared of me.

I was a bad ass.

A bad ass
who killed his family.

Libby, I was a fool,

but I did not kill Mom
or Debby or Michelle.

Then why have you
never filed for an appeal?


You like it so much in there,
you want to stay there?

You know what I think?
I think you're full of shit.

You look awesome. Told ya.

You don't think I might
be too old for you, huh?

Means that 17 might just
be too old for your taste.

Come on.

Come on, Ben.
Focus on me.
Come on, baby.

Is that all you got?

You know, I saw a couple
of friends today at the mall.

You know a little girl
named Krissi Cates?

Um, yeah.

She's in that art class
I've been helping out with
after school. Why?

You never told me
about no art class, Ben.

Yeah, well, I'm just
helping kids.

One of my
old teachers asked me to.

Well, they say the police
are looking for ya.

They say you did some naughty
things to some little girls.

Everyone's calling you
a perv.

What are you talking about?

I love you.


The baby's kicking.

It's Aunt Diane!

There are more bags
in the car,

with some surprises!
Go get them.

-You shouldn't have.
-It's what I do.

Are you okay?

The wolves are at the door.

That's too much.

I love the land.

It's like loving your kids.

I know you probably
don't know what I mean,

but it's this
overwhelming feeling.

Watching it grow
and produce. And reproduce.

But you can only work
so many hours a day,

and so many
days a week, Patty.

All by yourself,
you never stood a chance.

You should have done
like me and left this place.

You should have gone
to college, you're the brains.

It's Mom and Dad's farm.

I know.

It's time to let it go.
I don't see Ben.

He left early this morning.

How are things with him?


Where is he?

I don't know, why?

So what do you think,
is it a boy or a girl?

I don't know.
How would I know?

Oh, so you're
saying you don't care.

-No, I do care.

I was actually thinking of
some names if it's a girl.

Well, do you care to share?

Mmm, not yet.

Are you sure Michelle
hasn't found out?

She hasn't said anything.

That little weasel.

You know, I swear if I ever
get my hands on her...

Shut up.

You know I've promised
my Dad, Ben.

He said if he ever found out
I wasn't a virgin anymore
he'd shoot me in the head.

So you tell your
nosy little sister

to stop talking shit
about me at school.

- Before he finds out.

Hey, it's Trey!

Quit fucking around
and get out of there.

You don't know him, Ben.

You don't know
what he's capable of.

You know,
I think we should leave town
before our parents get back.


Really? That easy.

-How are you
going to support us?

You'll have to get a job or...

I don't know,
ask Runner for money.

Runner? My dad?

Yeah. He makes money, right?

He does handyman stuff,
for work, labor...

-He works on farms.
-Are you kidding?

Well, yeah,
what did you expect?

Trey! Ben doesn't
know about his dad!

You sorry sack of shit.

You don't know about your dad?
What the fuck, dude?

Hey, Ben.
You're smoking your
dad's weed, buddy.

What are you guys
talking about?

It's crap and he overcharges.
Said he got it in Texas.

Let's go find Runner, honey.

So we can get some money.
Get the hell out of here.

Teenagers across
America are playing

with a new and
frightening game.


Their school books are marked
up by Satanic symbols.

They are seduced
by heavy metal heroes,

many of whom
feature Satanic imagery

in their songs
and album covers.

The fixation on violence,
evil and death

leads them to commit
abominable crimes,

including human sacrifice and
sexual abuse of children.

We're in the very throes
of a new Satanic age...

Everyone at the time.
Police, judges,
the psychiatric community,

they were seeing
Satanists everywhere.

And there weren't?

A few lost,
frustrated kids take
those lyrics too literally?

but real criminal Satanists?

What did
the investigation say?

The crime scene
was contaminated.

People traipsing in and out
of the house all day

was against all the rules
of police procedure,
but no one cared.

They had the perfect culprit,

a strange teenage boy that
no one in town liked much

and listened to heavy metal.
You know, it was convenient.

I've got the files so
you can take a look.

Libby, it's not a request.
It's part of the job.

Seriously? It's like
you guys want Ben out

more than he does.
It's ridiculous.

What did you think of him?

I don't know, Lyle.

Did you ever hear about him
with his serious girlfriend?

Molly or Polly?
Something like that.

No. It doesn't ring a bell.

It's probably nothing.

He had a tattoo
of it on his arm.

It's probably another Magda.

Will you just tell me?

Just tell me,
who do you think did it?

I think Lou Cates did it.

Krissi Cates' father.

Found out he had
a history of violence,

went to jail for
aggravated battery.

You still have no idea
who Krissi Cates is, do you?



Come on,
I know you hate doing this,
but could you try?

You're stuck with us anyway,
just try. You're smart,

you'll see for yourself that
something's not right. Just...

Just take a look
at the folder.

Come on, you'll see. Please.

Since I was seven
I'd only seen flashes of Ben.

Like some evil entity
in a haunted house.

But I'd forgotten there
was once just Ben.

My brother.

Shy. Serious.

Couldn't have done
what they said.

What I said.

The molestation of
Krissi Cates and the murders
weren't legally linked.

But everyone had heard
the rumors and the jury was
surely poisoned against him.


all the little girls
backed down and the Cates
family never pressed charges.

The Kill Club found Krissi
Cates mother in
Emporia, Kansas.

But she'd never returned
their calls.

You never leave a message
for someone
you really want to reach.

You keep calling and calling
until somebody picks up.

Out of anger, curiosity
or just fear.

- Hello?


I'm so sorry,
did I just wake you up?

I didn't realize
how late it was.

I can call back later.

Who is this?

My name is Stephanie Adams,
I'm an old friend of Krissi's,

-I was just looking for her...
-Christ! You people
won't stop calling

until I give you
what you want, right?

I have no idea what
you're talking about, ma'am.

I'm just an old friend
looking for her,

I thought maybe
you could help me.

What was your name? Sally?

Yeah, my name is Sally Adams.

Listen, Sally,

I've remarried and
I have very little contact
with my previous family.

Got it.

You don't by chance
have a number for Lou
or know where I can find him?

Lou would be in some bar
in Kansas, I'd guess.

As for Krissi,
drive west on I-70.
Just past Columbia.

Take a left into
the giant strip club.

You'll find her.

Don't call again.

Mrs. Day. I've called
you down to the precinct

due to some serious
allegations about your son.

How's he regarded in school?
Is he a popular kid?

He has lots of friends.

From what we understand,
he's a bit of a loner.

So what does that prove?

You have four children,


Same father?


Mrs. Day,

we've got four little girls
who say that Ben touched them
in their private areas.

That he took them to some farm
and performed certain...

...acts associated with
ritualistic Devil worship.

Some farm?
Ben doesn't even have a car.

You don't know Ben.

Satanic worship
is not uncommon.

It's made its way into
all areas of the community,

and part of their rituals
involve the degradation
of children.

Do you have any evidence?
Any witnesses?

Besides some
12-year-old girls...

We got the note Ben left
in Krissi Cates' locker.

We need to speak to a lawyer.

You do realize that abuse
usually starts at home.

Mrs. Day,
with three little girls,

if I were you,
I'd want the truth out
more than anyone.

-Mrs. Cates?

I'm Patty Day.
Ben Day's mother.

It's Ben Day's mother.

Can you take
these and show me

exactly what happened?

Thank you.


Krissi, I'm Patty Day.

I'm Ben's mom.

I don't want her here.

-I don't want her here!
You promised!
-Okay. Okay.

We're not safe!

We've heard about you.

Got four kids at home,
can't afford one of them!

Their daddy's a drunk,
if not worse.

You're on welfare!

Your meals come from
a food bank and Jesus Christ,

you've let your son do this!

I hope you're not hiding him.
Police are looking for him.

I'm trying to
find him, I swear.

Ben is going to hell!



-Do you have time
for a little chat?
-About what?

To be frank,
it's about Ben Day.

-Buy me a drink.

Who's this?

This is Libby. She's with me.
What can I get you?

Vodka cranberry, double.

Make it two.

So... Ben Day, hmm?

He really fucked up my life.

You maintain you
were molested by him?

I was 11 and he was 16.

He started hanging around
with me after school.

I got that a lot.

I was a cute kid.
And we had lots of money.

Go on.

He would take me
into the closet

and make me
perform oral sex on him

while making me
pledge allegiance to Satan.

Hey, baby,
let me get a bag of chips.

You don't mind, do you?

Anyway, Ben was
pretty sneaky with me.

I mean,
he had an altar in there.

Upside-down cross.
Some dead animals.

Sacrificed things.

That's why I thought
that he was working his way
up to killing me,

but he killed
his family instead.

His whole family
was devil worshiping.


How did your dad react
when you told him
what Ben had done to you?

God, he was so
He went totally ballistic.

Sometimes I think,
had my dad had found Ben,

he would have killed him
and Ben's family
would still be alive.

Your dad live around here?

No, we lost touch.

Hey, can you lend me 20 bucks?

Can we get your dad's address?

I just told you.
That we're out of touch.

-Yeah, I know, but
I'm sure there's a way...

Take care of the check.

How much did you say?

You know what, make it 50.
I'll totally pay you back.

I'll give you a pen,
you can write down
your name and address.


Libby Day.

My name is Libby Day
you lying whore.

Don't lose that.

Burt Nolan Home.

Hey, I was looking
a Runner, or a Ronald Day.
Is he staying with you?

Well, he's been in and out.
But I'd be happy
to give him a message.

Could you ask him
to call me back?
My name's Libby Day.

It's kind of important.

Would you tell him I need
to talk to him about Ben
and what happened that night?

Ben and that night. Okay.

That night.

That night.

I'd been a sleepwalker
since I could walk.

My mom usually didn't move
when I got in bed with her.

But, that night,
she turned to me and
told me she loved me.

She hardly ever told us
she loved us.

That's why I remember it.

I can't dwell
on these thoughts.

I've labeled these memories
as if they were a particularly
dangerous region.

Dark place.

Michelle's diary.

I'd forgotten what a rotten
busy-body Michelle was.

In her last pages,
she kept writing about
Ben's girlfriend, Diondra,

as an evil whore.

I don't ever remember Ben
ever having a girlfriend.

Diondra Wertzner.

I'm a bad mother.

What are you talking about?

You're Superwoman
as far as I'm concerned.

You keep the farm going,
you raise four kids,

get them to school every day

and you don't drink
a gallon of bourbon to do it.

No, that cop was right.

If things weren't bad at home,

Ben wouldn't be
in so much trouble.

Fundamentally he's a good boy.

Sometimes I think it'd be
better if I disappeared.

Oh, yeah?

And what about the kids?

They could go with you.

They'd be better off
in Kansas City.

Father's a nut job
and I'm a failure.

That's Runner's new car.

Do you want me
to come in with you?

No, I'll be okay.

Mommy! Daddy's here!

And he brought doughnuts!

Nothing concentrates
the attention more

than an animal
that can kill you.

Girls, you know
you're not supposed

to let anyone in the house
when I'm away.

-But, Mom, it's Daddy.
-And now Daddy needs to leave.

Come on!

Let's talk!

I'm in no mood, Runner.

Vern Evelee told me.
You just sold the tiller.

Yeah, and that money's gone.

That money is gone
as quick as I get it.
You should know that.

You're never as
broke as you say.

I just need enough cash
to get to Texas.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Patty, I'm in a real jam here.

This is life or death stuff.


I am dealing with
some really bad stuff.

Oh, really?

Ben is in big trouble.

It's bad. He'll need a lawyer.

So you do have money.

No, I don't.

Lawyers cost money.

Okay, so you got jewelry,
don't you?

You got some jewelry,
what about that ring
I gave you?

-The engagement ring?
-Yeah, the engagement ring.

If what was worth anything
I would have
pawned it off years ago.

What about this?
What about this?

Those are real rubies, right?

That is my grandmothers cross
and you know how much

that means to me
and that stays in my family.

You're going to be
really sorry, Patty.

I've been sorry a long time.

Bye, girls.

Your mom is a cunt!

Thanks for fucking nothing!

We don't open
for another hour.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
This is a men's hostel.

I'm looking for
someone. Runner Day.
Are you the manager?

Manager, accountant, priest.

But he's gone again.

I don't allow drinkers here,
and he just got
his third strike.

You know where
I could find him?

Well, I would bet anything
he's living at
that toxic waste site.

That's an old dumping spot
for grasshopper bait.

Loaded with arsenic.

Just prepare yourself
for some disappointment.

I wonder
what it said about me?

That my own father was living
in a toxic waste dump.

Don't even think about...

Put the gun down!
It's your daughter!

Prove it.

I can't prove it.

Well, well, come on down.

Come on down!

No, don't touch me.

-Daddy's got ya.
-Get your hands off me!

Remember when you
were a little girl?

-No! No!
-Say uncle!

-No! Let me go!
-Say uncle!

-No! Uncle!
-Say uncle!



How long has it been
since I've seen you?

Do you remember
that flamingo ashtray
I sent you?

when I was 10 years old
and a non-smoker.

Nice, huh?

You know why I'm here, Runner.

It's time you tell the truth
about the murders.

Ben was no babe in the woods.

You hang with the devil
and sooner or later
you're going to have to pay.

I should have known it,
as soon as I saw him
with that goddamn Injun.

-Trey Teepano.

You know what...

People don't know shit
about what really
happened that night.

Who ended up
with the money, huh?

'Cause it sure as
hell wasn't me.

-You know we had no money.
-Your mom had money.

Your queen bitch mom!

What happened to Patty's
life insurance money, huh?

Because I sure as shit
didn't get it.

You know it went to Diane.
She used it to defend Ben.

I worked years on that farm
and I never received a dime!

That bitch even
asked me for alimony!

Is that what happened? Hmm?

You go there that night,
ask her for money?

Get in a fight.

What I'm trying to tell you

is that Trey was a bookie
who needed to get paid.

And what, you owed him money?

No, no, no.
You want everything for free.

And you wrote that book.
You wrote a book, right?

So you have got money!

-I haven't got...
-You've got money.

Get your fucking hands off me!


Are you scared of me?

Where were you
that night, Runner?

I don't remember a thing.

Hey, did they ever
find Diadra?

You mean Diondra?

I always wondered
if they killed her that night.

What are you talking about?

That's what they do,
don't they?

Devil worshipers?

They kill pregnant ladies
and their babies.

You are.

Hey, Runner.

Come here.

I don't have it, man.
I tried to scrape it together.

I did, but I just don't.

Hey, honey.
You gonna say hi to me?

Oh, Diondra.

I must be oblivious here,

I'm drinking myself cross-eyed
because I'm so worried
about this situation.

See, I don't get it Runner.

You say you
don't have any money,

but you had that
giant stack of weed
just a few weeks ago.

I didn't charge you nothin'.

Because you owe me!

You guys love to gamble,
but you never want to pay!

I'd say that's
an exaggeration, Trey.

I know someone else
who needs money.


Look at this
black hair you have.

I didn't know you knew Trey.
You owe him money?

No, I don't owe him anything.

- He wants money for his girl.
- Tomorrow night.

Here. Or so help me, Runner,
I will hurt you.

Hey, I want to
tell you something.


I got Diondra... She's...

I got her pregnant.
We're having a baby.

Make sure it's yours.

Okay. 'Cause I doubt it is.


Why would
a rich slut like her

hang around a loser like you?

Think about it.

You okay, baby?

Someone should fucking die.

You got anything?

In the glove compartment.

--What is that stuff?

Devil's rush. Ever had it?

Come on.

No, man. I don't need it.

You're gonna need it, do it.
Maybe later you become a man?


Come on, baby. Come on.


No, I want the axe!

Too heavy for you.

It's sharp,
so don't fuck around.

To Satan,
we bring our sacrifices.

- We bring pain, blood, fear...


Basis of human life.

In your power,
we become more powerful.

That one!

In your exaltation,
we become exalted.

We're going to make
your baby a fucking
warrior tonight, Dio!

Come on, baby!

You can't just
fucking stand there,
it's time to get your kill!

This is your chance, dude.
Be a man!

I used to be like you.

I don't ever want to
go back there again!

Don't be a scared,
dickless boy
the rest of your life!

Aren't you tired
of being scared? Huh?

Come on!

-You trust Runner over me?
-I don't trust anyone.

How much?
How much money
are they paying you?

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

What, you thought I
didn't know about that?

Yeah, I got paid.

It's not about that anymore.

What is it about, the truth?

Listen, there's no way
you can win this.

If I tell you I'm innocent,
that means you ruined my life,

And if I tell you I'm guilty,

well, that doesn't make
you feel much better now...

-Where's Diondra?
-Oh, let it go. I have.

What'd you do
with the baby, Ben?

What baby?

Are you going to
keep bullshitting me?

Let it go, Libby.

What about Trey Teepano?

He said what he had to say
on the witness stand.

That's too easy.

You listen to me.
Today, I can forgive
your past lie.

For being confused as a kid.

But god damn it,
you're a grown up now.

Do you really think
that our blood could
do something like that?

I totally believe our blood
could do something like that.

I've beaten the shit
out of people, Ben.

I've busted in
doors and windows,
I've killed things!

Half the time I look down
and my hands are in fists.

Do you really believe
we're that bad?

I do.

Even with Mom's blood.

Even with.

Then I'm sad for you,
little girl.

Go fuck yourself!

-Is that funny to you?
-No. It's ironic.


You're just as
imprisoned as I am.

It's okay, sweetie.

No, it's not. I want Ben back.

Why can't we find him?
Is he in trouble
because of his hair?

No, it's because of sex.
Everyone at school knows.

What are you talking about?

Ben is your brother,
you don't talk hateful
about your brother.

But Mom, I don't like Ben!
He's bad...

He does bad things!

Has he ever touched
you in a strange way
or an unbrotherly way?

The only time he touches me
is when he's pushing me
or pulling my hair.

Mom, he's a freak!

It's embarrassing,
just go in his room,

he's got all sorts
of weird stuff.

You snooped in his room?

- Hello?
- Patty?

It's Joseph, from the FHA.

I can't find the money.
I've had a rough day.

Yes, I heard about Ben.

I wasn't going to phone you.
But how should I say this.
Patty, I trust you.

I pray for you. I may have
a solution to your problem.

I thought we were
out of options.

Not entirely.

- Yeah.
- Libby, Libby.

We found Diondra Sue Wertzner.

Born on March 28th, 1968.

Was officially reported
missing on October 19th, 1985,
and has never been found.

So what the fuck
does that mean? She's dead?

I don't know,
we can't be sure.
But did Ben tell you anything?

Hang on.

Hey, told you
I'd pay you back.

When I saw your name
on that note...

I should have
recognized you right away,

but I kinda
followed your story,

but it's been
such a long time ago.

What do you want?

You're not gonna make this
easy for me, are you?

Fair enough.

I was a pretty girl.

I was good in school,
and Ben...

He did volunteer work.

He gave drawing lessons.

I had a big crush on him.

We started
hanging out together.

I know we were both kids,
but he was old enough.

To not have encouraged me.

It was my first
big grown-up kiss.

It only lasted about a second.

And afterwards, of course,
he told me that we
should never do it again,

'cause it was wrong.

But he kept writing me notes.

But he refused to spend
any more time with me.

- And I was furious.

Then, about a week later
I went to a slumber party

and I told all the girls about
my high school boyfriend.

All proud.
And I made up things
that we did.

And from there
it just snowballed.

We made up this
whole imaginary world,

where Ben was
a devil worshiper.

Kind of stories
we saw on the news
every day when we were kids.


Your son is
about to be arrested,
and I know what for.

In this next year you
will need some money

so you can keep
your children at home.

And you will
need a good lawyer.

'Cause you don't want your son
going to prison
labeled a child molester.

What do you have to offer?

Now I myself
was once a farmer.

My dad before me
and his dad before him.

But we farmers,
we'd been swindled.

"Plant fence post to
fence post," they said.

"Oh, and then buy
more land, because,

"well, they ain't
making any more of it."

Then, whoops. "We're sorry,
we gave you some bad advice.

"We'll just take your farm."

What does this have
to do with my son?


I'm no businessman.
And I'm no judge.

I'm certainly no politician.

But if you're brave enough.

I'll give you a real chance
to help your family.

Your brother needs you, Libby.

He doesn't, and he's been
pretty clear about that.

Now that
you've explored the case
with all its inconsistencies,

don't you think that Ben
deserves a new, fair trial?

Based on what evidence?
What do we know for sure?

He's lying about Diondra. Why?

But, everybody's a liar.
I lied to get you to KC.

You lied when you said
you saw what
happened that day,

it doesn't make us murderers.

What makes you so sure I lied?

Why are you so
obsessed with this case?

It's not even your story,
it's mine.

It's a fascinating puzzle,
a mystery with lots
of different theories.

Most of all, there's you
and Ben and Krissi.

Kids who started events
that became bigger than them
and had major repercussions.

-I'm fascinated by that.

You ever heard
about those wildfires
near San Bernardino in 1999?

They destroyed, like, 80 homes
and about 90,000 acres?

I don't know, seems like
California is always burning.

I was the kid
who set that fire.

Then shouldn't you have become
a firefighter or something,

overcome your trauma that way?

So, did you?

Did I what?

Did you lie that day in court?



-Can I help you?

We're looking
for Trey Teepano.

That'd be me.

Want to talk to
you about Ben Day.
My brother.

You're the one who lived,
huh? Debbie?


You remember Runner Day?

He said you were
a bookie or something,
back then.

Yeah. Runner owed
me a lot of money.

Still does, I guess, huh.

It doesn't mean
I know what happened
in your house that night.

You were into
devil worshiping?

I'm reformed now.
I'm a good God-fearin' Indian.

You remember Diondra Wertzner?

Your brother.

Your brother was
crazy about that girl.

Parents neglected her,
so she was always
creating drama.

She'd run away,
come back home.

Total soap opera.

This time, I guess,
she just ran away
for good, huh?

She's been listed
as a missing person
for 25 years.

she was one of them girls

who was always
trying to be someone else.

She'd talk in
an English accent one day
and next day it'd be Southern.

She liked to use
her porn name, too.

-She did porn?

It was that game.
What was the name of
your childhood pet?

And what was the name
of the street you grew up on?

Rural Route 2.

that's not going to work.

It's supposed to sound slutty.

You know,
like Bambi Evergreen.
What was Diondra's...

It was, uh, Polly something...

Polly Palm.

What was the name your brother
had tattooed on his arm?

-Oh, my God!
-It was Polly, right?

I got her. Polly Palm
in Kearney, Missouri.

The only one listed
in the whole country

apart for a nail boutique
in Shreveport.

Something like me,
with open arms, I tell you...

I don't feel good.
I think I need
something to eat.


You're fucked.

Hey, Dio, it's Megan.
I'm totally freaked
out about Ben Day.

Did you hear he
molested all these girls?

Hey, Diondra,
it's Jenny. I hear Ben's
running from the cops.

You're not with him, are you?
Please tell me
you're not with him.

I guess I should go home.

Okay, and what?

Leave me here
while you go to jail?

What do you want me to do?

We're leaving town tonight.

I have like $200
left from my parents.

How much do you
have at your place?

I've got some saved up.

My mom, she's got, like,
500 or 600 lying around.

But I don't know where.

Yeah, all right
we'll go there. Okay.

If we don't see
a cop car outside,
we'll go inside,

we'll get the cash,
we'll pack a bag

and we'll get the fuck
out of here, okay?

Then what? What
fucking planet are you on?

Are you even sure
this kid's mine?

How dare you!


Ben, baby,
I love you, you know.

And I swear to God
this child's yours.

I swear to God, but you got to
get me out of town, okay?

And we gotta head west.
Otherwise you're in jail.

You're in jail and
I'm dead from my daddy.

He'll make me have the baby,
then he'll kill me.


You know who I am?

Holy crap! Libby.

I always thought
you'd find me someday.

Smart girl.


So, this is out of the blue.

I mean, why come
looking for me now?

Did Ben say something to you?

No, that's why I'm here.

So you think that
once you know the truth,

you'll find peace?

Like, somehow
that will fix you?

I was with Ben that night.

We were going to skip town.

And he went to his house
to get some money.

An hour goes by, two hours.

I thought he lost his nerve.

Cried myself to sleep
that night.

In the morning, when I heard
about the murders.

Packed my bags,
left a note for my father

telling him I was not
his little girl anymore.

Skipped town for good.

Ben never gave
my name to the police.

After all these years.

He protected me.

So, no one but him
knows what
happened that night.

I do think you that
you could find this peace

that you're looking for
if you accept that.

Look, I hate to say this,

but whatever happened,
and as much as I loved Ben,

he needed to be
in that prison.

There was something
inside your brother

that was not right
for the outside world.

You were pregnant.

What happened to the baby?

I'm here.

What are you doing?
I told you to wait in the car.

I know you did, but...

Baby, I'm hearing
voices in my head.

Shh, Shh.
You got to be quiet, okay.

I don't want to be alone.

I know.

It's just the drugs.
They'll wear off, okay.

I like your house.

Be quiet.

What's going on?

Somebody's been in my room.

Oh, God. You don't...

You don't think
it's the cops, do you?

I don't know.

I got a present for you,
for the baby.

-You got me a present?
-Yeah, but it's not here.

Who is that?

It's okay, it's just Libby,
she's going into Mom's room.

There's less than I thought.

I fucking know
it was Michelle.

It was Michelle that stole
my fucking present,
that nosy little bitch.

This doesn't feel right.

I knew it! I heard everything!

Come here!

Get out of my way.

You don't say another word,
you little bitch!

Stop! Stop!
She's not gonna say anything.

Ben, get off me.

Come here.

Diondra, stop it! Stop!

Dio, stop. You'll wake up
the whole fucking house.

If you think
I'm going to spend
my entire fucking life

worrying about
this little bitch,
you're wrong, Ben!

Get off of her.
Dio, stop. Listen to me.

We'll talk to her, okay?
She'll understand. Stop.


Hey! It's okay. Okay?

I was never
supposed to meet you.

I'm a secret, you know.

A secret love child.

That's right, baby.

Crystal knows the whole story.
I tell her everything.

We're best friends.

I read your book, too.

I even have a little scrapbook
of photos of all of you.

Clipped out of
magazines and stuff.

It's like a fake
family photo album.

Can I call you Aunt Libby?

I know that this is
a lot to take in.

Want a drink?

-I need to use your bathroom.
-It's just up the stairs.

- Yeah?
- Libby.

Libby, I know
the whole story now.
You need to hear this.

What are you talking about?

You remember
the theory the Kill Club had

about the serial killer
they called the Angel of Debt?


They got him,
I mean, we got him.

One of our members
posed as a bankrupt

hedge fund manager
in a suburb of Chicago

and this guy Calvin Diehl,
tried to help him
stage his death.

Diehl used to be a farmer

who lost everything
to the banks
in the Soviet embargo.

So what?

He's been at it
since the '80s.

Making suicides look like
accidents or murders.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

Your mother had
hired him for that night.

Are you sure?

Listen, Lyle,
can you come get me?



Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I just need a second.

I'm sorry,
but I really need to go.

I'll be out in a second, okay?



Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm gonna wait outside,
my friend is coming for me.

I really need you to
keep this a secret, okay?
I can't risk it.

Them thinking
I'm an accomplice,
you understand?

Why would they think that?
Were you at
the house that night?


Don't worry, it'll all be over
in about 30 seconds.

Go tell Mom.

Come here!

Get the fuck off her!

What the hell?

Mom, they're hurting Michelle!

Run! Run!

No! No, please don't!


- Why'd you make me do this?

-Don't do it. No!
-This wasn't the plan.

Get the fuck off of her.

Oh, my God!

Mom, I'm sorry.
I saw the cross was gone
and I panicked.

It's okay, sweetie.

Go get the gun.
It's in the cabinet.

Where is it? I can't find it!

- It's in the box
on the left side.

I'm looking there,
Mom, it's not there.

-Well, look harder!
-I am looking!

What did you do to her?

-I'm calling the police.
-Wait, listen.

She wouldn't shut up,
all right?

It's her fault,
she wouldn't shut up!

--Where's the little one?

Oh, shit! Libby! Libby!

It's gotta be in here!

I know it's here!

Stop yelling at me!

How am I supposed
to find anything in this crap?

-I see it, it's right there.
-Okay, where are the bullets?

Where are the bullets?

No, it's loaded, it's fine!

Mom! Mom!



Hey, hey!
Let me do it! Let me do it!

Bitch blocked the door!


Can you squeeze through?

-Oh, my God! She got out!
-Grab the gun!

Damn it!

Libby! Libby!

Ben, if she saw something,
we got a problem! Ben, baby...

-Don't you see how
this isn't a coincidence?

We need money,
then we do the ritual
and then, pow!

Someone kills
your entire family!

What are you talking about?

You inherit all your
mom's life insurance!

Whatever you want to do, baby,
you want to go to California,

you want to live on the beach,
we can do it! Together!

If you want me to,
I can take care of her myself.

No, I'll get her.

we're not going to find her.
She could be anywhere by now.

She can't be far.

Her friend is coming.
What if he called the cops?
We have to go.

What if they find us?

Libby? Stay where you are,
sweetheart, okay.
Stay there.



I love you, Libby.

I love you, ladybug.

Don't you ever forget that.



Libby, you okay?
What happened?

Where are they?

There's no one here,
I checked the house.

It's okay. Everything's okay.

Diondra Wertzner,
also known as Polly Palm

was arrested last night
in Amarillo, Texas.

This is the latest development
in the 1985 Kansas
Prairie Massacre case.

Ms. Wertzner was wanted
in relation to the murder
of Michelle Day

for which Ben Day,
her brother,

has been in prison
for the last 28 years.

She denies any involvement
while DNA analysis is pending.

But it was announced
this morning that Ben Day

will be released
from prison shortly.

Their daughter,
Crystal, is still at large.

As a reminder,
this is the latest twist
in a larger case,

that of serial killer
Calvin Diehl,

aka the Angel of Debt
who has killed,

or as he claims,
"Helped to die in dignity,"

more than 50 people
since the early 1980s.

He had each of his victims
sign what he termed

a "permission to kill" form

along with
a letter to loved ones.

Dear Ben, Michelle,
Libby and Debby.

I don't think this letter
will ever reach you.

But Mr. Diehl said
he'd hold it for me.

And I guess that
gives me some comfort.

Your grandparents
always told me,
"Make a useful life."

I don't think
I've really done that,
but I can make a useful death.

My life has been determined
so much by accidents.

It seems nice now
that an accident on purpose

will make things right again.

I hope you all forgive me.

Take care of yourselves.

I know Diane
will do right by you.

I'm only sad
I won't get to see

the wonderful people
you've become.

Although I don't need to.

That's how sure
I am of my kids.

Diondra was always
sure you'd find her.
She was sure of it.

Guess she was right.

So you met my daughter.


I've heard different things.
Is she...

Is she like Diondra?
Is she bad?

I don't know.

How does a girl
deal with the fact

that she knows her mother
is a murderer?

She can't disappear
for long, I can find her.

She's not going to go
to jail because of me.

You'd really give her a pass?

I know a little
bit about people

trying to do the right thing
and completely fucking up.

Are you talking
about me or Mom?

I'm talking about me.

You could've been
talking about any of us.

28 years I've been
shutting up and taking it.

28 years I've been protecting
a kid that I never met.

By leaving her with
your sister's murderer?

I never said
I did the right thing,

but I made a choice
and I had to live with it.

I had to live with it, too.

But I do wish
there was something
I could say to make it better.

There's nothing left to say.

You lied. I lied.

We're even.

What about us?

You don't know me, Ben.

You think you do,
but you don't.

Just like I don't know you.

Or Mom. Or Debby, or Michelle.

Whatever sliver of
a memory I had of them

died with them that night.

I'm so angry at you.

But you're still my brother.

You're still my blood.

I won't let what
happened that night,
drive my life anymore.

I just want to be normal.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Libby. I'm sorry.

You know that horse
you were talking about,

Yeah, what about him?

I don't get it.

Why Yellow?

I don't know.
Mom named him.

It's not like he was
a yellow horse or anything.

I guess she'll keep
that secret with her, huh?

There's a lot of
other stories, Libby.

Beautiful ones.
Wasn't all bad, you know.

I didn't get
straight on the highway.

But slowly drove to where
our farm had once been.

Still standing.
That unsafe place.

That blanked-out space
where my mother
so desperately invited death.

Maybe Ben was right.

It wasn't all bad.

Ben learned something
in his prison that
I never learned in mine.


My mom told us
to make a useful life.

Nothing big.

Nothing grand.

Just a start.

Finally, a start.