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Huntsman, The (2026)

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Huntsman, The (2026)

Post by bunniefuu »

Where's the body?

What the f*ck?

What's wrong, Daddy?

Don't touch that.

Law enforcement and media

outlets alike

have begun calling the k*ller--

The Huntsman.

Huntsman.

The Huntsman,

as in the queen's hired assassin

in Snow White.

The alleged k*ller,

identified as 54-year-old

Lincoln Raider,

stands accused of...

Raider.

How did you k*ll those girls?

How did you

k*ll those girls?

- Lincoln!

This is for my wife!

You're a dead man.

You took her from me.

Help!

I loved her!

I loved her!

On Halloween Eve,

just after dark,

Ping Ping and Tao Tao

returned home,

carried out a folding table,

set it in the drive--

Damn! You startled me.

Sorry.

-You must be Max.

I'm Corina.

Hi.

-So why'd you request

the rehab center?

Uh, no reason, really.

Well, I chose it, sweetie.

I love this place.

Less stress, work with patients

that don't fight back.

Besides, I don't do too well

with confrontations anyway.

You?

I got you.

Hold still! Hold still!

It doesn't really bother me.

It's kind you read to 'em.

Oh, yeah, I read

to all the patients.

I heard that some of them react

to outside stimuli.

You do know who he is, right?

They say he's the one that

k*lled those girls in Antrim.

He gives me the heebie-jeebies

just bein' in here with him now.

Do you need anything else

before I have to--

-Max?

-No.

Thank you.

- All right then.

- You have a good night.

Let's just give

the literature a break.

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

Hey, partner.

Looks like we got another one.

-What do you mean? You sure?

Yeah, take a look.

Doesn't match.

What do you mean

it doesn't match?

Those are defensive wounds,

and I'd wager she still

has her heart.

What are you, the ME now?

Look, this can't be

a coincidence.

Guess who's on the lease?

- Samuel Miller.

- Samuel Miller,

the guy that we interviewed

when the first victim was found.

And the last guy who saw

Tina Benning and Lincoln Raider

the night she was m*rder*d.

They all worked together.

His name's on the lease.

He's our guy.

Still not right.

We're about 10 minutes away

from the

media reopening some old wounds.

You remember what happened

last time?

Grieving fathers aren't lynch

mobs, Reynolds.

All right, vigilantes then.

Yeah, sorry my gut's

not matching yours.

You know, I always loved the way

you could shape a narrative.

Actually, maybe it's

just your shape.

Doesn't matter.

Captain's got every K9 unit

and officer with a badge

all looking for Sam Miller,

so we'll have our answers soon.

I guess we will. Good.

Great.

Reynolds says you

don't think Lincoln

Raider's our guy.

Yes, sir.

The problem isn't

with your logic,

it's with your timin'.

I'm puttin' together

a press conference

to get ahead of all this before

it explodes

in another negative direction.

I need your support on this.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we're puttin' all

focus into our key suspect

in the Huntsman case,

Sam Miller.

-What?

-J--

Jenn Littles' body was found

less than 24 hours ago.

We don't have enough

answers yet for that.

We don't even

have the tox report.

Shouldn't we focus on the facts?

Facts?

Since Lincoln Raider's

been in a coma,

no bodies have appeared

with the Huntsman's MO.

Until yesterday.

Cell phone towers have pinged

him in the radius

of each of our victims

on the days

that they were reported missing,

and his search history has shown

everything but their name.

Look, Sam Miller's

still a k*ller.

Are we in agreement?

Are we in agreement?!

Yes, sir.

After eight long months,

Antrim Police Department

has named a new suspect

in the Huntsman m*rder case,

Samuel Jacob Miller.

White Male. 5'10, 190 lbs.

and approximately 38 years old.

The suspect is wanted on the

m*rder of one Jennifer Littles.

If anyone has any information

to the whereabouts

of Samuel Miller, please contact

the Antrim Police Department.

Thank you.

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

We want answers!

Come back to me.

Hey, I love you.

Jolene.

Mrs. Raider.

We're not friends.

What are you doing here?

Just checkin' in on him.

-Why?

You don't care about Lincoln.

You're the reason he's in here.

Well, Mrs. Raider, there's a

price to pay for taking lives.

Well, there should be a price

to be paid

for ruining innocent ones.

Are you a parent?

No.

-No. Of course not.

Well, Lincoln is.

And he's got a lot of love

to come home to.

f*ck! f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck!

Do you even remember

your first k*ll?

That moment your blood

caught fire

and you got that rush of power?

When you saw more life

in them when they're dying

than when they were ever alive?

I do.

Hmm.

It's intense, pure.

Hmm.

Are you even listening to me?

Or am I wasting my f*cking time?

It's time to wake up.

I know you're there.

I know it.

I know you're there.

So it's time to wake up.

Wake up!

Come on.

Come on.

Do it.

Wake up.

Wake up for me.

Am I dead?

No.

Who are you?

Um, I'm-- I'm a nurse.

Get 'em outta here.

Who?

All these people.

There's-- there's no one here.

I'm-- I'm just gonna get

the doctor.

No. No.

Stay.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay.

Well, he's responsive,

but he's still pretty out of it

and probably will be

for the next day or two.

Okay, what time did he awake?

An ICU nurse found him awake

this morning around 2:00 AM.

Which one?

Nurse Mason.

Who is it?

Who do you think it is?

Can I come in?

Yeah, you can come in.

You alone?

Ah, yeah.

-What is that?

-What do you want?

Hmm?

I spoke to the hospital.

They said that you're looking

after Lincoln Raider.

-That's my new job.

-That's--

What the f*ck are you doing,

Max?

What the f*ck are you doing?

-My job.

-Your job?

-Yeah.

-Six dead women!

You don't know

who the f*ck did it.

Great job. Way to go.

You look like sh*t, Max.

Are you eating?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

You know I don't approve

of what you're doing.

You don't approve

of what I'm doing?

I don't give a f*ck

what you think, so...

When Mom was dying,

do you remember

what I said to you?

Hmm?

I told you I will always be

there for you.

I still am, Max.

I don't really believe anything

you say anymore, Darby.

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, partner.

Oh, I just thought you should

know that, uh,

Jolene Raider is taking custody

of Lincoln.

Discharging him

from the hospital.

To where?

His home.

Mr. Raider, can you feel this?

Blink if you do.

Well done.

Good.

Um, Max, would you take

his hand?

Squeeze Max's hand.

Go ahead.

As hard as you can.

Good.

Hmm.

I'll draft

his release paperwork.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Is it Max? Isn't it?

Hi, I'm-- I'm Jolene.

I'm-- I'm Lincoln's wife.

I'm-- I'm so grateful.

Thank you so much.

Of course.

Hey, sweetheart.

I think I'm gonna join you.

Yeah?

Hi.

Oh, babe.

Things are only gonna get better

from here, okay?

Hmm.

Hey.

Guess who this is?

Who?

This is Rose.

She's your daughter.

I call her Rosie

because her cheeks are so red.

You're a father.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

You're comin' home.

Protestors have been outside

since early this morning

waiting for Lincoln

and his family

to be released into

the custody of local PD.

What the f*ck?

Hey, sweetheart.

You ready to go home?

Let's go home.

Okay.

I trust the police isn't gonna

f*ck this up this time?

That's correct.

What do you want to say to the

families of the missing girls?

What would you like to say to

them?

m*rder*r!

Justice!

Hey, hey! Stay back! Stay back!

Out of the way!

Don't look at them.

Hey. You're home.

Okay, do not hesitate to call

for anything, okay?

And don't field any questions

'til you run 'em through us.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Welcome home, Mr. Raider.

Hey.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Oh.

There's someone

I want you to meet.

-Police! Don't move!

-Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Darby, it's me!

What are you doing here?

Will you lower your g*n?

Start talking.

All right, look,

the Bennings called.

They said they've been receiving

cryptic packages,

so I thought I'd come

check it out.

Will you please lower your g*n?

What packages?

Let's go find out together.

Lincoln Raider isn't responsible

for the m*rder of my daughter.

And you know this

to be true how?

Myself and the families have

received packages

from the real k*ller.

Wait, what do you mean, you--

You and the other

victims' families?

Yes.

Why are you just reporting

this now?

Eight months,

you're empty-handed.

I don't trust you.

Okay, what's in these packages?

I won't have it in my house.

It's filthy and indecent.

Charles, this could've been sent

by anyone,

any fanatic following the media.

No. It's him.

Sam Miller.

I know it.

He's taunting me.

We're lookin' for him,

Mr. Benning.

We will get him.

Look, we'll need to collect

this as evidence.

Also, get your fingerprints,

too,

just to differentiate in case

we find any others.

I'll talk to captain,

coordinate gettin' the packages

from the other families.

Hmm.

I'd like to take another look

at Tina's room.

From high rooftops,

down to the sea,

no one's as dear

as baby to me.

Wee little hands,

now sound asleep,

till morning light.

Please don't hurt me.

Hello.

Who is this?

Why am I here?

I wanted to say thank you

and offer you a job.

Hmm.

Doin' what?

What you have been doing.

Taking care of Lincoln.

We need 24-hour assistance,

room and board.

With competitive compensation.

Very.

What about home health?

They have staff that can provide

that kinda support.

No. No.

I don't trust them, not after

what I've been through.

I want you.

Why do you trust me?

Because you brought

him back to me.

And he trusts you.

Lincoln does?

Who do you think asked for you?

It's beautiful here.

-It really is.

-Hmm.

We love it.

How long

have you been here?

- 20 years.

-Wow.

-I know.

We met when we were kids,

so I don't know, we love it.

We built it from the ground up.

We both came from nothin',

so it's--

It's everything to us right now.

We want justice!

We want justice!

We want justice!

We want justice!

Ignore them. They're a plague.

We want justice!

We want justice!

We want--

Who's that? Who's that?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, there's my Rosy, whoa.

Hi.

Come here, my little baby.

Oh, who's a sweet girl?

Oh, you sweet thing.

Max, this is Rose.

Hi.

Oh no. Aw, she likes you.

Welcome. I'm Ethel.

-I'm Max. Hey.

-Hey.

Where's Linc?

They're inside.

Come on in.

We're like family around here.

Mm-hmm.

Don, say hello to the company.

-Hey, Jo.

-Hey.

Is this your new sidekick?

Yeah. This is the amazing Max.

He was with Linc in the hospital

and he's gonna be helpin'

us out for a while.

How long you been a nurse?

Since I left the Army.

Oh.

Gulf w*r Marine.

-Oh.

-Where'd you serve?

Afghanistan.

The graveyard of empires.

Easy to march in,

hard to march out.

Alexander the Great.

You know your history.

I know my literature.

Was it as violent as the news

made it out to be?

A lot of people died.

Hey.

She's sleeping.

I-- I-- I don't want her.

- Not now.

- Linc.

Okay.

It's time for her feeding.

- Hmm.

- I'll warm up some milk.

Okay.

Great to meet you.

-And you.

-Would you like a beer?

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.

Lincoln, you ready?

Come on.

All right.

I got you.

One leg here.

Yep.

I miss you guys so much.

I'll see you soon though.

I love you.

What do you think?

The house is too quiet, Max.

I hate it.

Your daughter's not keeping you

up nights?

Yeah. Of course.

You know, I really thought

that Lincoln would be more

taken with her,

but he doesn't want

anything to do with her.

He was so desperate

to be a father.

Well, he's gone through a lot.

I'm sure he'll come around.

Can I ask you something?

It's odd,

but I'm curious.

Sure. Yeah.

When can he have sex with me?

Uh, I suppose that's up to him.

Well, I don't wanna hurt him.

Okay.

Then I think probably when he

can climb a flight of stairs.

Yeah, I think that's probably

when he'll be ready.

Okay.

I don't wanna wake them up.

Just staring at him

isn't gonna help.

All right.

I'm gonna be in the studio

if you need anything.

Thanks for the talk, Max.

I love you.

...downstairs.

Wait, wait.

Hmm?

Here, let me get this for you.

You okay?

Yeah.

I got it. I got it.

Thank you.

If you're gonna do this,

you need physical therapy.

Nobody's comin' to help me.

Hear them birds?

Max.

Who you looking for?

f*ck.

I was looking for you.

Oh.

Can't sleep?

No, I can't sleep.

Me either.

I don't much want to.

I'm being watched.

What do you think they want?

I don't really know.

Their lies have become truth.

My little night owl.

She's obsessed.

That's what I admire about her.

She loves you very much,

you know that?

Well,

love is many things.

You know,

all I ever wanted

was to give her a child.

But I can't even remember her

bein' pregnant.

It'll come back.

Doc said it might not.

No, in time. It'll come back.

Time.

Do you know

the last thing I remember

before the coma?

A g*n pointed at me.

Then it's just dark.

Just dark.

I don't know if I'm alive

or dead.

Just one long nightmare.

This is straight-up hell

for me.

But you're at home

with your family.

That can't be hell.

You got a lot

to look forward to.

You need to get some sleep.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid to.

Saved--

saved by an angel.

It's okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah, it's okay.

I almost didn't come tonight...

but when I start to consider

that I won't return...

I just think

about Daniel Addiman...

rottin' in some prison...

for protecting his family...

when the police couldn't.

And now another girl's dead.

I know now the reason

I keep comin' back.

It's, uh, less about grief.

It's more about surviving,

for myself

and what family I have left.

Bless you, my son.

Sally, right?

-Hi.

-Hi.

Do you know who I am?

I remember.

Great.

Sally, I need your help

with something.

I need to know

where to find Sam.

How would I know where Sam is?

You know, it took me a while

to piece it all together

because you--

you take your dad's last name,

but your step-dad

is Shane Miller.

Sam's your stepbrother.

Like, Jenn and Tina

were your friends,

so I think this is an

opportunity for you

to help them here.

She was just a junkie.

She was trying to set him up.

-He said it was an accident.

-Okay.

If Jenn Littles' death was

self-defense, we can help him.

Sam is our only witness

in the Huntsman case,

but right now the world thinks

that it's him.

He does not want that.

That is a death sentence.

He is the only person who can

prove us wrong.

You need to help us.

Help Sam.

I've got eyes in front,

no clear view inside.

Are you in position?

as*ault element is set.

Okay, wait.

We move on my call.

Copy.

Samuel Miller?

I'm Detective Darby Albright

from the Antrim Police

Department.

I just wanna talk.

You don't wanna f*ck'

talk to me!

You got an arsenal out there!

We're here in case anything

goes wrong.

We just need to stay calm,

and talk to me, okay?

If you wanna share your story,

I'm here to listen,

understand what happened.

You don't wanna f*ck'

hear my story.

You wanna k*ll me!

I don't wanna k*ll you,

I wanna help you.

Hey, Darby,

this is a no-knock warrant.

I repeat, no-knock.

I don't-- I don't believe you.

f*ck' trust you m*therf*ckers!

Please help me.

Please help me.

Please.

I know.

I hear how hard this is for you.

I didn't mean to k*ll her!

Sam, what's goin' on in there?

It was an accident.

I know.

All right, you know what?

f*ck it.

Let's move out.

I'm here to help you, okay?

If you could just come outside,

we could figure this out.

I need help. Please!

He's coming after me.

He's a f*ck' madman.

He f*ck' made me do it.

It was an accident.

I know.

It was an accident.

I know you didn't.

I'm coming in.

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck did you do?

Accountability, remember?

Clear.

All right, let's get CSU

in here.

Tear this place apart.

What?

No matter how you look at this,

today was a win.

We gave the community answers.

Sam Miller is the Huntsman

and you need to back this.

Yeah, and when you're wrong?

You know, you've been fightin'

this one a long time.

Captain, I think she might

need the night off.

You know, it's clear you two

have given up on this case.

But don't f*cking expect me to.

This evening, Antrim Police

Detectives,

in conjunction with Special

Victims Unit,

conducted a raid on the home

of a known suspect,

Samuel Miller, in relation

to the Antrim murders

of six female victims

earlier this year.

All indications

in the investigation

point to Samuel Miller

as the main suspect.

As a result of the incursion,

the suspect was k*lled.

I know that many of you

may have questions, I'm sure,

but we are still piecing

together elements

of the investigation that we're

still working through.

Thank you.

Wait, what about Lincoln Raider?

What evidence links Sam Miller

to the girls who were m*rder*d?

Does he have an alibi

to provide him

whereabouts?

Care to comment?

Detective Reynolds

Lincoln, what are you

doin' here?

I told you I don't sleep.

My wheels just keep spinnin'.

That's okay.

I spent so much time

in the darkness,

I feel at home out here.

They're never gonna stop comin',

are they?

See?

World ain't gonna just forget

what happened.

I guess that's my legacy.

That's my legacy for Rosy.

Well, one day,

one day,

I'll explain it to her so she

can understand it.

So she can know the truth.

What about you, Max?

You see the truth yet?

You have a beautiful daughter,

Mr. Raider.

She's really gonna break hearts

one day.

How old is she?

Oh, a month, I think.

Well, be sure to keep up with

those exercises I showed you.

-I'll make sure he does.

-Yes, ma'am.

It was nice meeting you ladies.

Thank you for coming out.

-You doin' okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine. Mm-hmm.

That's really Lincoln's

daughter?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

What?

I just think Jolene is a little

old to have a baby.

-Let me know if you need

anything.

-Yeah.

Let's do two more.

Good.

I'll take that.

Gentle.

Same time next week?

Have a good night.

Oh, wait.

Someone left this for you.

Did you see who left it?

No. It was delivered.

Okay. Have a good one.

Bye.

Hey, Lincoln?

Jolene?

What you doing, Max?

Sorry, I-- I wasn't tryin'

to snoop.

Was looking for Lincoln,

he's not in his bed.

He's probably down

with the Martins.

It's the middle of the night.

No rest for the wicked.

Hmm.

Are sure that you

weren't curious about me?

What do you mean?

About my work.

What'd you think I meant?

Must be exciting

to make this.

Gotta lose-- use a lot

of passion and discipline.

You're cute.

Yeah, it's, um,

deceptively simple.

I sketch, sculpt, mold,

and fill.

Still curious?

I am.

Okay.

I do a rough sketch,

and then--

and then I sculpt.

And that's probably

the most labor-intensive part.

It's also-- it's also

where I got lost.

You know?

I forget to eat.

Lincoln, um, used to bring me

food and sleep on the couch.

I think so he could be near,

but still let me do my thing.

And then, I make a rubber mold.

Then Barty and I muscle

it in here.

-In here?

-Yeah.

What's in here?

The goop.

The goop?

Cement, water, and glass fiber

-reinforced polyester resin.

-Mm.

Are you taking notes?

'Cause there's a test.

Mm-hmm.

So--

Which one?

Which one is your favorite?

Oh.

Do you wanna meet her?

I do.

Okay.

Hmm.

She's been my muse

for a while now.

She's powerful, and feminine,

and-- and probably a goddess.

Do you wanna touch her?

Sure.

Okay.

Max,

art is meant to be touched.

There's life in there.

Can you feel it?

It's extraordinary.

I sometimes feel like

they just come to life

right under my hands.

-You know?

-Hmm.

What do you think?

She's amazing.

Yeah, she is.

You should go find Lincoln

before she turns your head.

Hey, Lincoln.

You sure you should be out

here on your own?

Well, the night's my time.

Where you been?

Nowhere.

I heard your truck pull up.

I was huntin'.

Look, got a couple of beauties.

Huh.

You hungry?

I'll build a fire.

Back in the day,

the heart was reserved

for the man who made the k*ll,

honor the dead.

You wanna try it?

It's not so bad.

Oh.

Mm. Okay.

That's chewy.

My father used to drag me along

on hunting trips

all the time when I was a kid.

You ever hunt before?

Not since my time in the army.

I was just

tired of being cooped

up in the house, so I

thought we'd rough it tonight.

You still can't sleep?

Hell no.

Nightmares are way too real.

My subconscious is still tryin'

to reconstruct the man I used

to be.

You know what keeps me up?

I keep thinkin' about

that little girl.

What kind of legacy am--

am I supposed to leave for her?

Come on, buddy.

I know you're watching me!

Let me out!

I know you're watching me.

I'm not drinking it!

I'm not drinking it!

Be right back.

Hello?

Hey, take off the f*ck' hood.

Now!

You have it?

Relax.

Get the f*ck out of here.

What the f*ck?

Yeah, this is

Detective Reynolds, Antrim PD.

Uh, I need a background check on

a Maxwell Mason, goes by Max.

Yeah, employment history,

property ownership info,

everything.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

No, actually, just, uh,

email to me only.

Thanks.

Who are you?

Hey.

How'd you sleep?

Fine.

- You want some breakfast?

- Mm-mm.

I'm famished.

Forgot how much I enjoy

the simple pleasures in life,

like an appetite.

You all right?

You don't seem so good.

I'm fine.

What do you want?

I can't figure you out.

Well, that makes two of us.

You're working for the Raiders

now?

Max, what the f*ck

are you thinking?

You start without me?

Maxwell Mason.

You know, I did my research

on you.

Your wife was a mortgage

processor, ran planned urban

development in Antrim.

You both own the condo

that you previously lived at.

And she went missing

eight months ago.

-Is that a question?

-No, it's not a question.

You know, I do have a question

though.

How do you know Lincoln Raider?

He was a coma patient

I was placed with.

Bullshit.

I have a contract

here between the PUD

and Antrim landscaping experts.

Lincoln worked the property

that you lived at.

He knew your wife.

So what?

So she goes missing

and then eight months later,

you request a transfer

to this city, specifically

Lincoln's rehab facility

where you look after him.

-Max, if you could just--

-Hey, shut up!

You're not supposed

to even be here.

Answer the question.

Uh, I needed a job.

You needed a job.

Is that also why you took

the job to personally look

after him at his home?

You see what this looks like,

right?

Obsession?

Trust?

Maybe you're framin' him.

Lincoln also knew

all the other victims.

We actually have multiple

witnesses that can corroborate

that, but we can never

link Lincoln Raider

to any of the murders

with any hard evidence.

I think I'm actually starting

to see why now.

I bet you're wondering

how I got this.

Now, you put a lot of time

and energy into that, Max.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you looked up to Lincoln

like a mentor.

Or maybe you're just

his pathetic little protg.

There he is.

Suddenly I'm feelin' inspired.

How do you go about choosing

your next victim whenever you

get the itch?

Was there a characteristic in

particular that caught your eye?

A specific body type maybe?

Did you research them?

Chart their routine?

And what'd you do

with their bodies

when you are finished

with them?

I'll tell you how I do it.

Would you like to hear that,

Lincoln?

That was me f*cking with him.

-Mm.

-Do your research.

Just casual conversation then?

Coma patients, they can, um,

draw on memories,

remember things.

So, that's what that is.

Yeah, just casual conversation?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, so he wouldn't forget.

Or so maybe you'd

have an audience.

Were you also f*cking with Ava

when you m*rder*d her?

Because we found her body

this morning.

Ava's dead?

Yeah, she was m*rder*d, Max.

Same MO as the Huntsman.

Read me my rights

or let me f*cking go.

Read him his rights.

Max.

You probably shouldn't talk

to her right now.

I know.

Just so you know,

we're gettin' Ava's

phone records,

GPS info, everything.

Your brother is not

who you think he is.

No.

No.

f*ck!

Cheeks.

Just sleeping.

Where is he?

What?

- Where is he?

- Do you know what happened?

-No.

-She's dead.

- Who?

- Ava's f*cking dead!

And they think I did it!

Why would they think you did it?

- Have a seat, son.

- You don't look so good.

He's just tired.

Where is he?

-Max.

-Where the f*ck is Lincoln?

Shh, shh, shh. Max.

Down by the river.

By the river.

Max?

It's okay. Let him go.

What'd he mean

they think it's him?

Lincoln!

Where the f*ck are you?

Lincoln!

Where the f*ck--

Where were you last night?

Where?

I was out here

No, you're lying.

Max.

You're lying!

Don't f*cking lie to me!

Well, it looks like you got your

mind made up about somethin'.

Why don't you just ask me

what you come here to ask?

Did you k*ll Ava?

-Huh?

-Max.

Hey, did you k*ll those girls?

Hmm?

You know, the police,

those reporters,

when they look at me

all they see is a tree

that they wanna chop down.

And they're using sledgehammers.

It's ugly,

it's cruel, it's hurtful.

Jolene said they took you in,

too.

They corrupt your mind?

They poison you, too?

Or did you do that to yourself?

Hey.

Try to wait for Nichols, yeah?

I just keep telling the truth.

-Bye, sweetheart.

-Okay, let's go.

Max, those idiots

are releasing Lincoln.

I'm gonna go pick him up.

Are you takin' Rosy?

No, I'm gonna take her

to the Martins.

No, I'll-- I'll take her.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll watch her.

- Are you sure?

- Mm-hmm.

-Yeah.

-Okay.

Here you go.

Okay. Oh, I got her.

All right.

This has everything she'll need,

but I should be back

really quickly.

Keys.

Thank you, Max.

Okay.

Come on.

I got you.

What do you want?

What the f*ck

was that recording about?

I don't have to explain

myself to you.

Well, congratulations.

You just incriminated yourself

in this investigation.

No, you incriminated me when you

handed over that MP3 file.

What?

The-- the device.

The one you took

from Lincoln and gave

to your f*cking partner.

What? No.

Reynolds said Jolene Raider

gave it to him.

I gotta go.

Max, wait for me.

Wait--

Why?

You know why.

Love. Back up.

Back up!

Well, here we are.

Just the, uh, the three of us.

Mm.

I'm curious, Max,

when you look into Rosy's eyes,

who do you see?

I'm gonna f*ck' end you.

Yeah.

You know, I made a mistake.

I did.

I thought that a baby would

bring Lincoln closer to me,

but he doesn't care about

her,

and I have Lincoln back.

And honestly, I really think

I wasn't actually

meant to be a mother.

Take me to her.

Mm, no. Not yet.

Right f*ck' now!

Right f*ck' now!

Oh my God.

Oh, Max, that was great.

No.

Tell me where she is.

- No.

- Please.

Please, please, please.

Take me to--

Jolene.

You have no power here.

This is not a game.

But, Max, that's all it is.

Oh.

Beautiful.

Hey.

I'm here.

I got you.

How is she?

She's suffering from

hypothermia and hypoxia.

We need to get her

to the hospital.

Okay. Go be with Rae.

Go be with your wife.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're safe.

I love you.

What the f*ck is that?

Jesus,

I think it's Sara Addiman.

Rae?

I'm Lincoln.

I'm Max's friend.

He said it's your favorite.

But, uh...