A Killer Next Door

No, I'm serious.

Can't let them win.

- Okay. - Don't worry about it.

Why don't you go watch TV, okay?

- Yeah. - Just relax, go.

- I'll see you for dinner. - Okay.

Second down and nine play action.

Morgan gonna crank up and throw it deep.

Got a man streaking out there.

And it is intercepted at the 31 yard line.

Next time, Pat, knock before you come in.

Going for the end zone.

Touchdown Tulane!

Plus nine and turnover margin

a year ago, had 17 interceptions.

As we update you on the American conference scoreboard.

There he goes off to the races,

sprints down the sideline...

Um, you scared me.

Where is everyone?

They're here.

Where's Mom?

She's over there.

Dear Pastor Revingol,

I'm very sorry to add this additional burden to your work.

I left myself in the hands of God's justice and mercy,

but apparently he saw fit to ignore my prayers.

What I have done is for the best,

as far as the children's souls are concerned.

I know that many will look

at the additional years they could've lived,

but if they were no longer servants of God,

what would be gained?

I'm sure many will say

"How could anyone do such a horrible thing?"

My only answer is "it wasn't easy."

This was only done after much thought.

If we were just dealing with one issue alone,

we may have pulled through.

But considering everything, it was all just too much.

At least I'm certain that all of them are in heaven now.

I know that nothing I can say will make it right,

but I am assured of making peace with God

because of Christ's sacrifice.

Even for people like me.

Kind regards, John.

P.S. Mother is in the bedroom upstairs.

She was too heavy to move.

Steph, what are you doin'?

You're supposed to be resting.

I'm bored up there.

Steph, it's only been three days.

You're gonna be resting for six weeks.

If I don't lose my mind before then.

I got it, Dad, it's fine.

All right, um, do you want some eggs?

No, I'll have cereal.

Cereal, okay...

- I can get it. - No, it's all right.

You... yeah.

Um.

Spoon.

Thank you.

Shit, uh...

So you're bored, huh?

That's an understatement.

Yeah.

I know it's tough.

But, uh...

Remember what your mother used to say.

Everything happens for a reason.

Well I gotta go to work soon, but if you need anything...

I'll be okay.

Danny and Melissa are coming over later.

Oh.

Um, look, I gotta go to work.

Look, you have the eggs, all right?

Here, eat that. Alright?

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Ok.

Talk to you later.

Bye sweetie.

Bob, breakfast ready!

America needs a tidal wave

of the old-time religion.

America needs to be taken down to God's bath house

and the hose turned on her,

and the time isn't far distant

when the wheels of God's judgment

are going to go sweeping through this old God-hating world.

I want to take a pledge

and this audience to join me in a pledge

that you will never rest until this old God-hating,

Christ-hating, whisky-soaked, Sabbath-breaking,

blaspheming, infidel, bootlegging old world

is bound to the cross of Jesus Christ

by the golden chains of love.

- Thanks, honey. - You're welcome.

Bless us, O Lord, as we give thanks

for these gifts from Thy bounty.

Amen.

What the hell did you do all day?

Just watch TV?

I got so bored of that

I actually started watching the neighbors.

I never knew you were into voyeurism.

- Good to know. - Not like that.

If you watch people for long enough,

you realize their lives run like clockwork.

They leave the house the same time every morning,

mow the lawn every Saturday.

Such a routine existence.

Housebound for less than a week,

and you're already having an existential crisis.

Maybe I am.

Don't the neighbors ever do anything exciting?

I wouldn't say exciting.

Sometimes they do stuff that's kind of funny.

Like what?

Like poor Mrs. Corbits at number 11

looks like she's having a party every night.

Lights keep flashing on and off the whole time.

Then I realized what was going on.

They have one of those clap-on clap-off lights installed.

Oh yeah, "The Clapper."

I've seen that on TV.

Why would she be clapping constantly?

I wondered that, then my Dad told me she has Tourette's.

Wait, so you're telling that the lights go on and off

when you say fuck too?

No, Tourette's doesn't just cause cursing.

You get physical tics.

One of Mrs. Corbits' tics is that she slaps her leg,

so every time she does that, the lights go off,

so she has to clap to get them back on again.

- Guys, it's not funny. - Yes it is!

- It's a serious condition. - That's terrible!

Also it's creepy you're just watching her.

It's a little funny.

It's been 18 years.

No one can say that we haven't given this ample time.

Let's give back the task force to you and Wayne Harris.

Now Wayne is retired, it's time you closed this chapter too.

I can't justify any more manpower

on a case that's colder than Alaska.

So what do you suggest I do, sir?

Stop taking this case so personally, move on.

If you've seen what he did to that family,

what he done to those kids...

Listen, you got a lotta cases

in the "win" column over the years.

This is a rare one that got away from you.

You gotta accept that.

It's time to let it go.

He's got a point.

You took that case too personally.

Come on, Wayne.

We worked our asses off, and he still got away.

Motherfucker made a fool out of all of us.

Is that what really stings, Frank?

That your ego took a dent?

Well maybe it did.

Come on, you saw the crime scene.

A guy could do that to his own blood, running free?

I take it you're not gonna heed the Chief's advice.

No.

But now he's pulled the plug I gotta go it alone.

The first thing's the press.

Nationally syndicated magazines, newspapers.

Maybe I can get someone

interested in doing a follow-up story.

Nearly 20 years later?

Come on, Frank.

We don't even know if he's still in the country.

- He is. - How can you be so sure?

Everybody we spoke to about List

told us he was a cheerleader for the American dream.

Marriage, suburbia, church.

He lived for that shit.

And nobody has Christian family values like Uncle Sam.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Never realized the neighbors were so interesting.

Look over there, the garden of number 10.

What am I supposed to be looking at here?

There's a guy mowing his lawn.

Yeah, in a suit.

Who mows their lawn in a shirt and tie?

It's a little weird, I guess.

Do you know much about that guy?

Bob Clark?

We said hello from time to time.

Can't say I've spoken to him much.

I've had a few conversations with his wife, Dolores.

She seems nice.

I've never really noticed him before,

but last night, he was watching me from the upstairs window.

Really?

Yeah, it was kinda creepy.

You weren't lookin' through