Connie sits in a interrogation room angry at the fact she has to be there.

"This is a disgrace. You two...bunglers...have come to harass the one person in this City of Angels who not only has nothing to do with this crime, but is singularly devastated by it. You are interrupting a grieving process that started with the death of my daughter. And now Darrien." Connie explains.

The one detective rights in her notes will the other one looks through Connie's background check in his notes.

"That's right. You have been touched by a fair amount of tragedies. Lots of people dying near you. Let's see, there was your son Beau, was it?" The detective asks while handing over her son's autopsy photos.

Connie takes it and just looks down at it with all those memories coming back into her head.

She tries to shake them off and answer the questions.

"Beauregard was a mere boy. Taken too soon by his condition." Connie softly says.

"Shitload of noise complaints form the neighbors." The other detective says.

Connie wipes some tears away from her eyes.

"He was an exuberant boy. Full of life."

"Until he died of 'natural causes'." The female detective says using air quotes.

"There was Scott, of course, a mass murderer." The male detective says.

Connie clenches her fists as she places them on the table. "I will not sit here and listen to this recitation of torments past. I have grieved enough for two lifetimes. Most people would be broken by the deaths of their children, but my nature would not permit such weakness."

"You're right. Let's not talk about the dead. Let's talk about the missing. Your husband Hugo and your maid Angelica. They disappeared in '83?" He says.

"My husband was unfaithful, that's true." Connie says.

She picks up Angelica missing person's file that was set down in front of her and stares at it blankly.

"You know, I never understood what he saw in her. Perhaps it was her coarseness that he was attracted to. I heard rumors of a love nest somewhere down in Brazil near the equator. But I never pursued them. I am not one to stand in the way of true love. But what does the whereabouts of two adulterers have to do with the murder of my Darrien?" Connie asks.

She becomes more and more frustrated with all of these unnecessary questions they keep asking her.

"See, that's the thing. In 1983, nobody in this department thought they were just missing." The male detective gets up and says as he paces back and forth.

"And the D.A., he was about this close to filing murder charges on you, Ms. Hoying. I read the notes on the case. They think you killed them. All they had to do was find the bodies." He explains further.

Connie sighs and sits forward in her chair.

"But they never found what they were looking for. Because there was nothing to find. My husband ran away from me, from his responsibilities-"

"It never bothered you that he just disappeared?" The female detective asks.

"Once I discovered that he had cheated, Hugo meant no more to me than dog shit." Connie says clinching her jaw tightly."

All of a sudden a lawyer walks into the room and interrupts there investigation.

Taken back, both detective in the room ask what's going on.

Connie sits there quietly.

"Oh, hello, Barry. What are you doing here?" The male detective says.

"I've been assigned to the case. No more talking. Nothing more is to be said until I consult with my client." Barry says.

He sits down quickly next to Connie and open his briefcase.

Connie throws her hands up and sits back in her chair a little.

"But I had nothing to do with Darrien's death. I have nothing to hide." Connie says.

Please, Ms. Hoying. If you don't mind." Barry says.

He stares down the detectives until they both pick up their files and leave the room for Connie to talk to Barry.

Both detectives give Connie a dirty look and walk out.

Connie just smiles back at them.

"Sorry to introduce myself under these circumstances. I'm Barry Watnick." Barry says as he sticks his hand out for Connie to shake it.

"What did they ask you about?" Barry continues.

"Just my past. Nothing about Darrien." Connie says.

"Ms. Hoying, listen to me. 'The Boy Dahlia' is sexy, sensational. It's gonna bring a lot of attention to this department, so they're moving fast." Barry explains.

"That's good. I want them to find the murderer."

"No, they want to pin it on somebody. And right now, that person is you. And if you say one more word, you can find yourself in a very tight spot."

**

The exterminator guy went to his truck to get into his hazmat suit and to get the the pest control spray too.

He zips up the suit and walks over to the side of the house to where the crawl space is.

Then he climbs down into the tiny space and gets under the house, using his flash like to find the source of where the flies are coming from.

"Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide." He whispers to himself as if he was talking to the flies.

As he continues to crawl under the house, more and more flies keep appearing and flying into his face.

He turns a corner from where the last fly he saw in his face fly out from and laughs with excitement.

"I knew it. When you're right, you're right. Get ready to meet your maker!" He says going down into a smaller crawl space.

As he made his way through the crawl space, he found another drop off to another crawl space but finds something disturbing and starts to scream.

All of a sudden Scott jumps of with a flashlight and gets in the guys face.

"Ben, you're a murderer. You need to stay and repent for the countless innocent lives you've stolen!" Scott yells.

Scott then takes the gas hose from the tank on the guys back and turns it on and shoved it so far down this guys throat he killed him.

**

"I see. Well, yes, I've heard some great things about your Chinese language program." Mike says on the phone with a prep school for boys.

Mike laughs. "You're right, China's the future. Hey, just out of curiosity, what kind of financial aid packages do you offer for academic high achievers?"

"Yes, he's been an 'A' student until this semester. His IQ is north of 150."

Mike looks at a picture of Mitch on his desk and sees Scott's reflection in it instead.

He quickly turns his chair around, but there's no one standing there.

Mike brushes off the situation and gets back to the man on the phone.

"Well, my son has a very bright future, that I know. Truthfully, our real concern has been the kids he's been hanging around lately. Hm. Yeah. They're just not from the same cloth." Mike says.

He's still looking around his office to see where Scott is, but can't find him.

How did he move so fast from his office?

None of it was making sense to Mike.

**

Mitch sits in the attic waiting for Scott as he has the Chess board all set up for them to play it.

Scott then finally reappears in the attic again.

"Where have you been? I just took your rook. Checkmate in thirteen moves." Mitch says.

Scott shuffles his feet as he walks back over to Mitch with his shoulder lumped.

Mitch notices how sad Scott looks and becomes concerned.

"What's wrong?" Mitch asks.

"He wants to separate us. He's gonna send you away." Scott says.

Mitch quickly gets up from where he was sitting on the floor.

"What are you talking about?" Mitch asks.

"I just heard him talking on the phone with a boarding school asking about financial packages." Scott says.

Mitch looks away from Scott as tears begin to fill his eyes.

Boarding school?

Mike was sending him to a boarding school?

Mitch couldn't believe it.

What was he going to do about him and Scott if he got sent to a boarding school?

Nevertheless, Mitch wasn't really surprised though.

"Makes sense. He sent mom away. I don't know why I thought I was safe. I just assumed I was his only child, only son. What bullshit." Mitch says fighting back tears.

Scott stares at Mitch with puffy eyes and doesn't know what to say to calm him down.

"I'm so stupid and naive sometimes. Of course he's going to send me away, too.

Mitch sits back down on the ground and Scott sits beside him crying with him.

"There's nothing stupid about you. And I won't let him send you away."

**Later that day**

Scott stands in the bathroom in the basement with the rubber suit on looking at himself in the mirror.

He stares intensely at himself and then puts on the rubber mask, zips it up in the back of his head, and walks out of the bathroom to find Mike.