thanks for letting me vent.
Look, no problemo.
Reba, listen, l know it's not
my place to say this....
Go on.
Well, if Dolarhyde is really
as moody as you say he is...
maybe you ought
to keep some distance.
l mean, what do you really know
about the guy?
l appreciate
your concern, Ralph. Really.
And l promise
l'll give it some thought.
-Hey, have a great vacation.
-Thanks.
-See you in a week.
-Good night.
-l had a great time.
-Good night.
Good night!
Ralph, just 'cause
l'm feeling vulnerable--
Wake up.
You wandered around in the house
while l was asleep, didn't you?
What?
The other night,
did you find something odd?
Did you take it and show it
to somebody? Did you do that?
D? What is it?
What's happening?
-Sit still or he'll hear us!
-Who will?
He's upstairs.
He wants you, Reba.
l thought he was gone,
but now he's back.
D, you're scaring me.
l didn't want
to give you to him.
l did a thing for you today
so he couldn't have you.
l was wrong.
You made me weak
and then you hurt me.
No.
No, you can't have her!
Please don't let him have me.
You won't.
l'm for you.
You like me. l know you like me.
Take me with you.
Take you with me?
Yes. Put out your hand.
Feel this. That's a shotgun.
A 1 2-gauge magnum.
Do you know what it'll do?
l wish l could have trusted you.
l wanted to trust you.
You felt so good!
So did you.
-Please don't hurt me now.
-lt's all over for me.
-Where are you?
-l can't leave you to him.
Do you know what he'll do?
He'll bite you to death.
He'll hurt you so bad!
l can't let that happen.
-lt's better if you go with me.
-Yes, God, get us out of here!
-l'll shoot you and then myself.
-Oh, no.
-l have to shoot you.
-No....
l can't do it.
D!
Three steps to the clock.
From the clock to the door,
nine more.
Oh, God.
What is that?
What the hell is that?
That's the place.
Goddamn it!
All units,
that's his house that's burning.
FBl!
Francis Dolarhyde! Where is he?
He's in there. He is dead.
You know that?
He shot himself in the face.
l put my hand in it.
He set fire to the house.
He was on the floor, and l--
You all right?
That's all l need.
l'd like to come back
before l leave town.
-See how you're doing.
-Sure, why not?
Who could resist a charmer like me?
You know, whatever part of him
was still human...
was only kept alive
because of you.
You probably saved some lives.
You didn't draw a freak. Okay?
You drew a man
with a freak on his back.
l should have known.
No, sometimes you don't.
Trust me, l've been there.
Listen to me. There was
plenty wrong with Dolarhyde...
but there's nothing wrong
with you.
Except your hair.
Your hair is a train wreck.
Can we please
do something about that?
For next time, maybe? Please?
That would be nice.
-Thank you.
-Just get some rest.
You're gonna be fine.
Dr. Voss,
please call Pharmacy 4421.
We found this in his safe.
Thought you might
want to take the first look.
You've earned it.
When l read hisjournal,
it was sad.
lt was just so sad.
l couldn't help
feeling sorry for him.
He wasn't born a monster.
This guy was made one
through years of abuse.
-Hey.
-Hey, Dad, can we make s'mores?
-S'mores?
-Yeah, s'mores.
-Yeah, you're on.
-All right.
-Go look in the pantry.
-Okay.
Crawford.
Those remains you found
in the rubble.
-They're not Dolarhyde's.
-What are you talking about?
-His damn dentures were there.
-But not his bones.
Wrong DNA.
Then whose are they?
Saint Louis P.D.
is looking for...
a Chromalux employee
named Ralph Mandy.
He should be on vacation,
so nobody missed him for a week.
-What is taking him so long?
-Are you kidding?
lt takes him 20 minutes to get
out of bed in the morning.
Yeah, but now l have
a serious marshmallow jones.
Josh, what are you doing?
We can't come to the
phone. You know the deal.
Wait for the beep.
lt's Jack.
lt's Dolarhyde. He's still alive.
l'm scrambling everything
that rolls or flies...