Medium (2005–2011): Season 7, Episode 9 - The People in Your Neighborhood - full transcript

Grabbed your paper.

You ready to get started
with this?

Do I have a choice?

Your ten day window
is up, Clark.

You know how it is.

You don't comply with the law,
I got to tell the judge.

Now come on.

Let's go introduce you
to the neighbors.

I just don't see how
this does anyone any good.

The law's the law, Clark.

You got to do this.



And as your parole officer,
I got to watch you.

I served my time, John.

I just want to
live in peace.

Your new neighbors
have every right

to know who's
moving in next door.

And hey, you ask me,
a little embarrassment's

not a bad price to pay
for getting out of jail.

And you still think
this is a good thing?

I think you got to do
what you got to do.

And right now, you got to
finish putting up these flyers.

Hi, sweetheart.

Morning.

Did you just bring
that paper in?

Yeah, a minute ago. Why?



You want it?

No. Did you talk
to anybody out there?

A man with a tie maybe?

Yeah. He and his friend
were putting up flyers.

I think they're having
a garage sale or something.

Good morning.

♪ Medium 7x09 ♪
The People in Your Neighborhood
Original Air Date on November 19, 2010

♪ ♪

Did you find anything?

More than you want to know.

So according to this,

our new neighbor used to be
an English teacher in Tucson.

And ten years ago,
he raped one of his students.

It gets worse.

The girl was too ashamed
to tell anyone,

so a few weeks later,
he tried it again.

That time she pepper-sprayed him
and told her parents.

My God, this girl is only a few
years older than Bridgette.

You're the one
looking to go back

to law school,
so you tell me--

how does a guy
who rapes a teenage girl

get only ten years
in prison?

You know what, we're going
to have to talk to them

before they go to school,
so they know what to do

if they see this guy
around the neighborhood.

I mean, not that we're ever
going to leave them alone again.

Oh, I called Lee.

He thinks he knows
this guy's parole officer.

He's going to ask him
if he can drop by

the police headquarters

so I can ask him how worried
we should be.

I just don't understand.

I mean, how do you let a guy
with that kind of a history

move into a neighborhood where
there are families and children?

I mean, great, they've informed
us that he's living here.

Frankly, all that does
is make me more anxious.

Is the simple solution just to
keep these people locked away?

You know what, honey?

Let's forget about all this.

You have a presentation.
You need to be focused.

Focused-- yes.

You expecting anyone?

Maybe that's our new neighbor.

Maybe he needs
a cup of sugar.

Hi. Good morning.

I'm sorry to
come by so early.

Joe and Allison, right?
Yeah. Hi.

Hi. Susannah Collings.

I met you last year at
the Fourth of July block party.

My daughter and I live around
the corner, two blocks down.

Big house
with the wrap-around porch.

Right. Hi. Susannah,
nice to see you again.

Um, have you see these?

We were just
talking about that.

Yeah, well,
join the club.

Everyone on the block's
in a tizzy.

Anyway, I've decided to have
a meeting at my house tonight,

and I would love it
if you both could come.

Sure.
Great.

In the meantime,
I'm going to call City Hall

and see what our options are.

You know what, I work for
the District Attorney's office.

I'm hoping to meet with
this man's parole officer

and find out what I can.

Oh, wow.
That would be amazing.

So I can count on both of you
for tonight? 7:30?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, and by the way,
thanks for doing this.

Yeah, well, you guys live
three blocks away from him.

I live five doors down.

I really don't feel like
I have much choice.

I'd like to tell you that
Clark Kerwin is a changed man,

Mrs. Dubois, I really would.

But the truth is,
I just don't know

that to be true.

Look, I still have two
little girls living at home.

You have to give me
some kind of encouragement.

Give me some kind of hope.

Mrs. Dubois, I've been
a parole officer for ten years

and a father for 15.

Speaking as a professional,

I'd say Clark's been
a model parolee.

Speaking as a father, not a guy
I'd want hanging around my kids.

Excuse me a second.

Any good news?

He likes the coffee.

Yeah, on
my way.

That was your new neighbor.

Sounds like the welcome wagon's
already paid him a visit.

Someone threw a rock
through his living room window.

I was in the bedroom
when I heard the glass break.

By the time I got
to the front of the house,

whoever did it was long gone.

I guess I should
just be grateful

the rock didn't hit me.

Mrs. Dubois,
Detective Scanlon,

I'd like you to meet
Clark Kerwin.

Clark, Detective Scanlon's
here with the local police.

He's here
to take you report.

Mrs. Dubois, in addition to working
with the District Attorney's office

is one of your new neighbors.

Oh, I'll bet this is almost
as exciting for you

as it is for me.

This is not right.
This is not us.

Whatever.

Mind taking me
in the house?

I'd like to try
to recover the rock

or whatever it is
they used.

Dust it, see if
I can get a print.

Sure.

So what happens now?

You and I going to go
around the neighborhood,

put up a new set of flyers
warning people

there's a rock thrower
in town?

I didn't think so.

Algae biofuel is our future.

We've been hearing it
for years now.

And yet high capitalization
and production costs

have made it
virtually impossible

to make tomorrow's
biofuel profitable today--

until now.

So what you're looking at,
ladies and gentlemen,

is the next generation
of photo bio reactors.

And here's the good news--

we believe that
our unique design

will allow you to generate
algae biodiesel

at approximately
one half your current costs.

Half, huh?

Did you know the boys
at BioFraction say

they'll have a reactor ready in 18
months that would cut costs almost 60%?

Is that what they say?

Well, talk is cheap.

Unfortunately, biofuel
generation isn't.

Go back and ask them
what they plan to do

about light diffusion

in their PBRs.

They don't have
an answer yet,

which is why
they need another 18 months.

My colleague
Todd Gillis and I?

We cracked that nut
last March.

So it's up to you.

You can wait 18 months and see
if the folks at BioFraction

can actually cash the check
they're trying to write you...

or you can go with us today.

if you're wrong about them,
you only miss out on, what,

A few hundred million
in savings?

That was very impressive.

They teach you that
in engineering school?

Hmm, you liked that, huh?

Not too bad.

It doesn't go any better than that.
That's great.

Okay, I'll let everyone on the team
know before we go home tonight.

Listen, before you do, I was hoping you'd
come up to my office for a few minutes.

I've still got a little business
I'd like to talk to you about.

Dan, I've got to meet
my wife like at this...

at this neighbor thing
in like 20 minutes.

Take it from a man who spent
more than a few nights

in the doghouse-- there are
moments that are worth it.

This is one
of those moments.

When you've been doing this
as long as I have,

you start to believe that the
world is basically made up

of two types of people--

engineers who do their best work
with computers or drafting boards,

and business people that don't
really understand the science,

but know how to read buyers and
markets and can close a deal.

It's very rare that you find someone
that can do both those things.

Really nice job today, Joe.

Thank you, Dan.
I appreciate that.

Have a seat.

I would like to bring you
up in the company, Joe.

Senior management position.

The type of job that comes
with an ownership stake.

I-I... Dan, I don't know
what to say.

Don't say
anything yet.

Not till you've read the catch.

Just because I see you
as upper management,

doesn't mean
that anyone else does.

The board sees you
as an engineer.

A science guy.

That's why I'd like you to get
yourself an executive MBA.

Excuse me?

I want you to go back to school.

Now I know
it's an enormous commitment,

but it's the only way
that I can make this happen.

You do it at night,

and after two years, you'll be
helping me run this company.

Uh, I was on the
phone all day today

talking to
various members

of law enforcement, as well as
to our city councilmen.

And the unfortunate
truth is,

none of them particularly care
that my 16-year-old daughter

is living just 300 feet
from a man

who raped a 16-year-old girl
ten years ago.

None of them care

that he lives 500 feet
from you, Nancy,

and you're beautiful twins,
or directly across the street

from you, Bob and Kelly,
and your nine-year-old son.

So what can
we do about it?

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.

Okay, I'm just going
to throw this out there,

but Councilman Dinardi told me
that he heard of some cases

where neighborhoods actually
pooled their resources

to buy the sex offender's house
from him.

Okay.

Didn't think that was going
to go over terribly well.

That leaves one
option, really.

We need to make it as
uncomfortable as possible

for this gentleman to stay.

Oh, I-I heard that someone

threw a rock
through his window today,

so, I mean, who knows?

Maybe... maybe he's
already planning on moving.

Yeah.
Good.

Let's assume
he isn't.

The sidewalk in
front of his house

is public property.

That means that we are entirely
within our legal rights

to gather there and
express our opinion of him

as loudly and as
often as we want.

Hey. I know you.

Didn't you
used to be my husband?

We used to do
things together,

like-- I don't know--

go to community meetings

about sex offenders
who lived on our block.

You know, you've been to
one sex offender meeting,

you've been to them all.

Ooh. You smell like alcohol.

You smell like Allison.

Have you been drinking?

With my boss.

We did some eating, too,
and a lot of talking.

I think I'm his new crush.

He wants you to get

an MBA?
Yeah.

Turns out all the
cool kids have them,

so I guess I
got to get one.

Okay. Do you
even want an MBA?

Honestly, before today, I never
even gave it any thought.

But now I know the kind
of doors that it can open

and the kind of money
that I could be making...

But it seems
pretty ambitious.

I mean, you being
in business school

and me studying law.

Yeah, well...

it's going to be a
logistical nightmare,

but we're going
to figure it out

'cause that's what powerful
couples like us do, right?

Whiskey?

Mouthwash.

Excellent.

Now, come on, tell me
about this meeting.

Well, there's really
not a lot to tell.

I mean, it's pretty much
what you would expect, you know.

People were upset.

And that Susannah woman
was trying to organize

a legal demonstration
outside the guy's house,

and there was
a sign-up sheet.

Mmm. Okay. What did
you sign us up for?

Nothing.

I don't know.

I met the guy today--
the actual guy.

Somebody threw a rock
through his window,

so Scanlon and I went over.

And...?

And...

I've met a lot of scary people.

Murderers, child molesters.

People who have a lot of all
kinds of darkness around them.

And...?

And I don't know--
I just... I didn't see that.

I-I didn't feel that.

Not that. Not in him.

That need to hurt somebody else.

The sadness, the frustration,
the anger--

that I got, but the other?

It's stupid, right?

Come on. The guy was convicted.

He did hard time.

But I... I don't know...
I don't know what my problem is.

I stood in the middle
of that meeting,

and the madder and the madder
people got,

the worse and worse I just
started to feel for this guy.

Say something.

None of it matters.

We're going to be rich.
We're going to move.

That's not funny, all right?

I'm going to go to Susannah's
house tomorrow and sign us up.

Of course, you are.

Pick an easy shift, okay?

Like early Sunday morning
when no one's really looking.

Have I told you lately what
an inspiration you are to me?

No.

There's a reason for that.

This is unacceptable.

You can't give me a B.
I don't get B's.

As a concept?

'Cause I'd be happy
to break it down for you.

Mr. Kerwin, I worked my
butt off on this paper.

I know you did, Stacy.

You told me so when I gave it
back to you on Monday.

And then you told me again
on Tuesday

and Wednesday and Thursday,
and still,

you never really proved the
central thesis of your paper.

Hence the "B."

For the last time,
Mr. Kerwin,

I have to get
an "A" on this,

because without it, I drop
to number two in my class,

and if I'm not
valedictorian...

Stanford will never
take you, right?

This is your last chance,
Mr. Kerwin.

Give me the grade
that I deserve, or else.

Stacy...

are you threatening me?

It's funny you should mention
threats, Mr. Kerwin,

because you've been
threatening me all week.

Check your sent mail folder.

What?
Just do it.

What the hell are these?

Oh, those?

Those are the e-mails
that you sent to me

after you raped me.

Oh, you don't remember?

That's funny, because you get

very specific about
it in your e-mails.

Stacy, how did you...

I'm very good with computers.

What are you doing?
I'm doing what I didn't do

the last time you attacked me.

I am fighting back.

No! Somebody help me!

Stay away from me!
Oh, my God!

Stay away!

Okay. So if this
Kerwin guy really is innocent,

I feel terrible,

but speaking
strictly as a parent,

if he didn't rape
that girl,

then we don't have
a sex offender

living in our neighborhood.

Isn't that good news?

Yeah, for us, but think
about that poor man.

How is he supposed to get a job,
live his life?

Yeah, I don't have an answer
for that, Allison.

Girls are going to be up
in a few minutes.

Hello.

Hey, Lee.

No, no, we're up.

I'm going to go jump
in the shower.

Oh, my God, that's terrible.

Yeah, I can meet you there
in 20 minutes.

I'll see you there.

What? What's so terrible?

That-that-that woman whose house
I was at last night--

Susannah Collings--
her... her daughter is missing.

She told me she was studying

for the SATs
at a friend's house.

I told her to wake me
when she got in.

Suddenly, 4:30, I woke up,
realized she never woke me.

I went to her room--
she wasn't there.

And then I called her friends,
woke them all up.

She wasn't there.

She hadn't been there for hours,
and then, suddenly,

I realized her car
was right out front.

Her car is right
there, but no Hayden.

Have you checked
your cell phone lately?

Maybe she left you
a message,

went out for breakfast
with a friend.

This thing has not left
my hand since I woke up.

I call her every
three minutes,

and then I check to
see if she called me,

and then I check my e-mails
and I double-check my texts.

It's just a question
we have to ask.

Why are we standing here?

Shouldn't we be
looking for her?

Shouldn't we be knocking
at that animal's door?

Pardon me?

No. I won't pardon you.

I won't pardon anyone who
said it was all right

for that... monster to
move onto my block.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Mrs. Collings,

I'd be happy to walk
down the street

and have a chat
with Mr. Kerwin,

but we have no reason
at this point to believe...

Detective,
he raped a teenage girl!

He threatened to kill her.

I have a teenage girl, and
no one can tell me where she is.

Hey, it's Lee.

Listen, uh, put
a little detail together.

Go up the block to 177.

Knock on the door.

Ask if we could please
take a look around the house.

Let me call forensics,
take a look at the car as well.

Yeah.

Susannah, have you
actually met Mr. Kerwin?

Allison, I think you know
the answer to that question.

Look, I'm sorry.

I... I just have
a strong feeling

that he's got nothing
to do with this.

I don't know.
I'm just hoping

that any second,
your little girl

is going to come
through that door

and tell you about her...
her crazy night

and how she lost her cell phone.

I keep hoping.

I swear to you,

I've never seen
that girl before in my life.

You know, I'm not an idiot.

I mean, I see a girl like this,
I cross the street.

I change seats on the bus.

I don't want any trouble.

I just want to live my life.

We understand that,
Mr. Kerwin,

and we appreciate you
coming down here.

To be perfectly honest,
we're not entirely sure

that this girl
was even abducted.

But, uh...
if you could account

for your whereabouts
last night,

this would be
a very short conversation.

I was at home.

I watched TV.

I went to bed.

Can anyone confirm that?

I'm on a list of registered
sex offenders, Detective.

It probably won't surprise you
to hear that I live alone,

so no, of course not.

It wouldn't necessarily have
to be somebody you live with.

Did you call out for a pizza?

Or maybe a neighbor saw you
taking out your garbage?

No, I didn't see anyone,

and no one saw me.

You know, I'm a
college-educated guy.

Don't you think,
if I wanted

to do this terrible
thing-- which I don't--

don't you honestly think
I'd be smart enough

to find someone who didn't
live in my neighborhood?

On my block, where my face
is posted on every tree?

With all due respect,
Mr. Kerwin,

sex offenders aren't known for
their rational decision making.

Even the smart ones.

Okay. You're already searching
my house and my car.

Not that I have a choice.

We all know my Fourth Amendment
rights went away

when I was convicted of rape.

And I want to tell you right now
you're not gonna find anything.

What I want to say,

whatever else
you need me to help with,...

I'll do it. I'm happy to help.

I-I just want
to be clear about that.

Would you be willing
to take a polygraph test?

It's gonna be okay.

Why would you say that to me?

Every police officer,
every lawyer I've met

since that girl
said I raped her...

they look at me
like I'm the devil.

Like... they wish
I would simply die

so they.... they could
be done with me.

I don't know.

I guess
I just don't see the devil.

I don't know why...

but I think it's gonna be okay.

Ah! Ooh!

Well, that's a good-looking casserole
and everything.

But we just ate
a couple hours ago.

I'm not sure I'm up
for another meal.

It's not for you.
It's for our new neighbor.

Are you serious?

You think that's smart?

The guy's still a person
of interest

in a potential kidnapping,
right?

And you still work for the
District Attorney, don't you?

Where are you going with this?

Don't you think that some people
might see that as

a conflict of interest?

Come on. I'm giving the guy
a tuna casserole, not a Lexus.

Fine.

Just do me a favor.

I know you think the guy's
innocent and everything,

but if he invites you inside...

Look, don't worry.
I'm just gonna stand on

the porch and pass it to him.

Okay. If you're not back
in ten minutes,

I'm calling Jodie Foster.

Hey, it's the middle
of the night.

What are you doing up?

Bad dream.

Yeah, I had one, too.

Must be going around.

Tell me yours first.

Well, two well-meaning people
decided to go back to school

at the same time
they were trying

to pay for their
oldest child's education.

And?

And no matter how many ways
the husband tried

to make the figures work,
he just couldn't do it.

Not without robbing a bank
or winning the lotto.

Not for all three people.

What's yours?

It's the same.

Except in my version,
the wife waited almost 18 years

to complete her first education.

Her husband had already gotten
his engineering degrees.

Her children already had college
funds put aside for them.

I just don't know how to do it.

Sure, you do.

You just got to convince me
to wait some more.

Where you going?

Going back to sleep.
I hate this dream.

I'm gonna get me another.

Yep?

Hey. You got a minute?

Sure. What's going on?

Well, I... I just noticed
that you're still interviewing

for that assistant D.A.
position.

Yep. It's a shame
you don't have your degree.

You'd be perfect for it.

Yeah, I was just thinking
the same thing.

So how about a raise?

Okay.
Let's start over.

Well, that's the thing.
We can't really start over.

I'm never gonna be 24 again.

I'm never gonna be one of these
kids fresh out of law school,

but at least I could
still get my degree.

I could still get my license
to practice.

I just... I just need

to get some money together
for tuition and...

Okay, Allison,
let me stop you there.

There is not one dime
in the city budget, in my budget

that hasn't already
been spoken for-- twice.

If I could get it for you,
I would, but...

It's okay.

Another life.

Yep.

I heard you were both here.

Thought you'd want to know.

We found the Collings girl
this morning.

Well, that's good news,
isn't it?

She was found
at Riverside Park.

Buried in a children's sandbox.
Buried in a playground sandbox.

That's, that's all I know.

I-I didn't even realize
that I knew that.

Her poor mother...

Cause of death appears
to be multiple stab wounds.

The only good news in all this
is that the knife

used to kill the girl
was found buried with the body.

And?

And we got a partial print

from the handle.

They both point
to the same guy...

your new neighbor
Clark Kerwin.

Coroner counts
16 stab wounds,

one for every year
that she was alive.

My God.

There's also some
bruising consistent

with a sexual assault.

Is that the knife?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but none of this
makes any sense to me.

What doesn't make sense
to you?

I'm not convinced that he raped
that girl ten years ago,

much less killed this girl.

Okay, let's start
at the beginning.

What's this about
ten years ago?

I had a dream.

In it, he didn't do anything.

It was all a setup.
The girl was angry.

He was her teacher.
He didn't give her

the grade that she wanted.

Okay, all right.

Let's say that was the case.

Nonetheless, Kerwin did spend
ten years in prison.

And prison changes a person,
Allison.

Not always for the better.

It's funny that you suddenly
believe in this guy so strongly.

Why?

'Cause when we picked
him up this morning,

he didn't want his lawyer,

didn't want
the public defender.

All he wanted to do
was speak with you.

Mr. Kerwin?

They told me
you wanted to see me.

You said it was gonna be okay.

You still say that?

They found your fingerprints
on the knife.

I know you showed me her picture
the other day,

but I don't even remember
what she looked like.

I don't even remember her name.

Hayden.

Her name was Hayden.

You said it was
gonna be okay.

I was wrong.

That's it?

That's all you have
to say to me?

No.

Get a lawyer.

Mrs. Dubois...

my friend at the
District Attorney's office.

Susannah, I realize we don't
know each other well, but

I just want to tell you
how sorry I am about your loss.

If there's ever anything
I can do for you...

Do for me?

When that man moved
into the neighborhood,

I begged you and the people
you work with

to do something for me.

When Hayden disappeared,

I pleaded with you
and that detective

to go down to that house,

make that animal admit
that he'd taken her.

How do I know
she wouldn't still be alive

if you and your colleagues
had marched down there

guns drawn, demanded
he tell you where she was?

No, I'm sorry.

The offer's a little late.

Thank you.

Hypothetical question.

That's my favorite
kind. Shoot.

Okay, all right,
so in this scenario,

there's this guy,
who, he brings home

most of the money
into his household, right?

Breadwinner.
Got it.

And this guy has an
opportunity, a good one.

The hypothetical breadwinner
has an opportunity

to bring home
a lot more bread.

The problem is, if he goes
through with this,

his hypothetical wife has

to give up an opportunity
of her own.

One that means
a lot to her.

And the hypothetical guy
can't get his wife

to understand that he's not
actually doing this to be selfish.

He's doing it for her.

Are there hypothetical
kids involved?

Hypothetical
college tuitions?

Yes, absolutely.

Oh, well, I gotta say

this one doesn't sound
too complicated.

He's just gotta talk
common sense to the woman.

Like, there are
two opportunities:

whichever one's gonna bring
more money into the family,

that's the one
that has to prevail.

We're grown-ups, Joe. "Dream?"

That's a word that one
of these kids would use.

What if his wife doesn't agree
with his logic?

Well, first of all, she should.

She's a part of this family,
too, right?

She should be capable
of making a tough decision

that's for the greater good.
That's right.

And I mean that's what this
is really about, right?

The greater good?

He's got to do what's
best for his family.

That's right.
His whole family.

Yeah.

Thank you
for picking me up.

I guess we have
old-fashioned kids.

They just like the idea
of having a dad.

That's funny.

So, listen, I need
to talk to you.

I've made a decision.

I'm gonna go
to business school.

I'm gonna go into
my boss tomorrow,

I'm gonna thank him
for thinking of me

and ask him to go ahead
and make a call on my behalf.

I understand if you're upset.

I hate the fact that law school
is not gonna work out right now,

but this is really
the right decision.

This really is
for the greater good.

It really is.

If you say so.

I guess I do.

I guess I say so.

All right, what do you say?

What, me?

Not much.

I mean, I don't
have much to say,

not right now.

It's late,
and I'm tired.

And my husband just
called me out of the blue

to come pick him
up from a bar.

Not to mention there's a
16-year-old girl who lives

around the corner from us who
was just brutally murdered.

So while my husband's
out drinking

and deciding the
future of our family,

I am at home trying to
calm down our daughters

so I can get them to finish
their homework and go to bed.

So I'm sorry.

You know what, I'm gonna
have to just get back to you

on why that, that might
be the stupidest thing

that you've
ever said to me!

And the greater
good my ass!

Hi, there.

I saw the moving
vans this morning,

so I figured we must have had

a new addition
to the neighborhood.

Yeah.

I'm just getting settled in.

Oh, that's great.

We're so glad someone
finally bought this place.

Um, I'm Susannah Collings.

I'm from down 157.

Hi. I'm Clark.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Clark.

I know you're busy moving in,
so I won't keep you,

but I made you cake.

Just my way of saying,
"Welcome to the neighborhood."

Wow. Thanks.

I wasn't sure if you unpacked
your kitchen things yet,

so I brought you
a little care package.

Some plates, some utensils.

Just drop them by
when you're done.

Okay.

Nice to meet
you, Clark.

I'm sure we'll be seeing
a lot of each other.

Bye.

Susannah gave Clark Kerwin that knife.

She gave it
to him the day

that he moved in.
She pretended she didn't know

who he was;
she knew exactly who he was.

She even printed out his picture
from the sex offender registry.

Wait a minute.

She wanted to make friends
with a sex offender?

She wanted to set him up
for her daughter's murder.

She wanted him
to return that knife

with his fingerprints on it.

She knew if she did a good
enough job setting him up,

we wouldn't even think
to look for another suspect.

And you know what,
she was right, we didn't.

The minute we found
his prints on that knife,

the case was
as good as closed.

But, Allison,
Hayden Collings' body

was savaged with this knife.

And I just can't believe
that a mother

could do that
to her own daughter.

Okay, Hayden was not
Susannah's daughter,

she was her stepdaughter.

I did some research
this morning.

Hayden's real mother died
of leukemia when she was five.

Her father married Susannah
a few years later.

He died in a car accident
18 months ago.

He left his entire life savings
to Hayden,

to be kept in a trust
that matured

the day that she turned 18.

But in the event that Hayden
predeceased her stepmother...

All of it goes to Susannah.

I'm in the middle of something.

All right, put him through.

Yes, sir.

No.

I see.

Thank you.

That was the precinct captain
over at the Arroyo jail

where they were holding
Clark Kerwin.

He hung himself in his jail cell
less than 30 minutes ago.

Hey.

Hey.

You reading about
our neighbor?

I just heard about
it in the car.

He didn't kill this girl.

He didn't rape
the other one either.

You did the
best you could.

Maybe.

What's this?

That's my plan.

That's my financial plan.

That's how much tuition
and how many classes I can take

if I use just my salary.

I submitted
my application today.

You know,

maybe it's egomaniacal,
but I can't help but think

maybe if I was actually
a practicing attorney instead of

whatever it is I am, maybe
Clark Kerwin would be alive.

Maybe his legacy would
be a lot of young people

he'd educated instead of this.

I left you some tuna noodles
in the refrigerator.

I'm going to bed.
I'll see you in there.

Hey, you know what,
if you're smart,

you'll keep your
hands to yourself

the next couple days.

Now, you know the details
of your parole.

No contact with the victim.

No attempts
to contact the victim,

even through a third party.

And you've got ten days

to inform the community
of your presence.

Now, I'm required to be there
when you put up the fliers,

so let me know
when you want to do that.

Questions?

Yeah, I got questions.

Why you people forcing me
to brand myself as a pariah?

I don't deserve this.

I didn't hurt anybody.

I didn't even touch anybody.

We've been over this, Dale.

You're a stalker.

You ignored repeated warnings
to stop harassing

that woman
you used to work with.

Then you trespassed
on her property

and videotaped her
through her bedroom window.

Now, every single one of those
established facts is a crime.

Doesn't matter whether
you touched anyone or not.

I've admitted
I got carried away.

I've paid the price for it.

"Carried away"?

Dale, the police found, what,

250 hours of
illegally obtained footage

on your computer
when they arrested you.

That's not
getting carried away.

That's a pattern of behavior.

Carried away.

Let me know when you find work.

Don't hold
your breath.

Who'd hire me?

What?

You forgot to leave
more forms for me to fill out?

Hi, neighbor.

I saw the moving van.

I wanted to stop by

and welcome you
to our little neck of the woods.

So, you just met Dale Oleck.

Clark, what are you doing here?

Came to tell you
a story about Dale.

Turns out, he moved into
a housing development

on the other side of the highway
about nine months ago.

Our favorite neighbor Susannah

went to welcome him, too.

Same idea.

Brought him a cake,
gave him a knife.

Problem was, Dale never bothered
to return the knife

once he was done
with the cake.

Misanthropic perverts

can be wanting
when it comes to manners.

Why are you telling me this?

You've probably gleaned Dale's
got an obsessive personality.

Stalking that receptionist
at his office that way.

You know, deep in his heart,
he actually believed

she loved him.

Why are you telling me
all of this?

Flash forward.

He does his time, he moved into
a house couple of miles away.

And lo and behold,
a nice lady stops by

and brings him a cake.

Pretty.

Friendly smile.

And a new obsession was born.

What are you saying?

Are you saying that Dale Oleck
is stalking Susannah?

For months now.

He bought himself
a new video camera,

figured how to sneak
into her yard.

Records everything he can.

Matter of fact, he got
some pretty interesting footage

the other night.

Susannah Collings
covered in blood.

Her stepdaughter bleeding
to death on the kitchen floor.

Oh, my God.

You talking to me?

No.

Well, would you
like to talk?

I'd like to talk.

I think we have
a few things

we should talk about.

Where you going?

I got to call my boss,

see if I can get
a search warrant.

I think I figured a way
to nail Susannah

for her stepdaughter's murder.

Oh.

Okay.

Don't worry.

It'll keep.