The Alphabet Killer Page #2

I get a little bit obsessed.

That's my process.

And yes, I know that can be

spooky to some people.

Everyone has given credible deference

to your process, Megan.

And because of your track record...

it may be too much though.

People say they've seen you

talking to yourself.

That's bullshit.

Yeah.

This is the number of my psychologist.

She's been incredibly

helpful to me.

- It's bullshit, Captain.

- No no, shh.

She's expecting your call.

So what I want you to do is take

the vacation time you saved up

and just, you know, cool out

and get a handle on things.

I'm not going to stop.

You most certainly are.

Carla's voice:

Megan, help me.

Help me, Megan.

Help me.

Why don't you help me?

Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me, Megan.

- Tell me.

- Yes.

Carla's voice:
I'm dead.

'Cause I'm dead.

'Cause I'm dead.

I'm so sorry, Carla.

I can't find him.

Please.

I don't even sleep anymore.

Carla's voice:

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Honey?

Jesus. Megan!

Megan!

Thank you.

Hi.

- How's she doing?

- Stable.

What happened?

I believe she's had

what is referred to

as an adult onset of schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia?

How is that possible?

She's been normal

her whole life.

Has she had some sort

of trauma recently?

I mean, she was...

I don't know if it was traumatic or not,

but she was recently taken off

the Carla Castillo investigation.

What now?

I mean, will she get better?

We've got a long road ahead.

Carla's voice:

Help me.

Tim:
It's like my brain would be

trapped in a loop.

There's no way to stop it.

Just the same upsetting,

awful thoughts over and over.

I would just be racked with panic 24l7.

My family has trouble understanding

why I did the things I did.

I guess I can't blame them.

But I wish they would talk to me.

Anyway, my doctor's

changing medication

and they seem to be helping again.

Lawyer says the charges

might be dropped,

so I guess things are looking up.

Richard:

Thank you for sharing that with us.

I can relate completely

to your wanting your family

to talk with you.

I put myself in this chair

by crashing my brother's Lexus

into a wall.

It didn't work.

He still didn't speak to me.

And now he's gone.

But, uh...

does anybody else wanna...?

Well, a lot of what Tim

was saying sounded familiar.

I lost my fiance to my disease.

I lost my career.

I was well respected

but now I realize

that a good deal of my success

came from the way I would fixate

when I was on a case.

I guess I would go a bit manic,

which would sometimes

allow me an insight.

I guess I was able

to keep it under control,

to sort of channel it

for a while.

But two years ago

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