The Flock

Hey.

Department

of Public Safety.

Mr. Dennison?

Vincent Dennison is

a registered sex offender.

The sooner I can

verify his address,

the sooner I can

leave him alone.

- You've been here for...

- A year and a half.

Have you used any aliases

in the past six months?

- No.

- "No."

What do you do?

I mean, for fun.

Just...

Go to church.

I attend

a support group.

Uh-huh. What kind

of support group?

Come on, man,

you know.

What do you think about,

Vincent?

I mean sexual thoughts.

- I don't know.

- Come on.

Everyone has

sexual thoughts.

You ain't supposed

to ask me that.

That's not on

the questionnaire.

You're right.

- How've your moods been?

- Good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You taking

your medication?

- Yeah.

- Good. It's important to do that.

Any feelings that might

lead you to do something

you don't want to do?

No.

How would you cope

with a feeling

that might lead you

to stray?

I'll settle down

with a nice girl.

Does that sound realistic

to you, Vincent?

I don't know.

What do you think about

when you masturbate?

You think about settling

down with a nice girl?

Or you think about

holding her down?

Morning.

She starts today.

You'll be sharing

a desk and a car.

Oh, good good good good.

Good.

- You want to meet her?

- You know I got another month, right?

Send in Allison, please.

You can retire

right this minute if you want to.

- You've earned it.

- No. No, Bobby, no.

No, I have not

earned this.

Mmm.

- Hi.

- Allison Lowry,

this is Errol Babbage.

Mr. Babbage,

it's a pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, no need to be so wonderful.

You got the job...

- apparently.

- Errol,

would you excuse us

for a moment, please?

Surely, yeah.

Okay.

Good, very good.

Usually, I'd ask

a seasoned guy like Errol

to help you

stay out of trouble.

In this situation,

things are the other

way around.

Any questions,

just ask.

Thank you.

You're not gonna learn

anything from them...

except how

to keep your job.

That's yours. This is your desk.

Move that over if you want.

- You coming?

- Oh, yeah.

We have a young man who just

moved here from out of state.

- What did he do?

- Rape.

Second degree,

plea bargain.

I don't care what he did.

I care what he's gonna do.

You know, these people

are registered as a...

as a courtesy

to the public,

to the victims, to the people who

testified against them.

Also because... because of what

they're capable of...

- Mm-hm.

...because of their potential.

Registering them is one thing,

but telling the future,

that's... that's

something else.

We're fortune tellers.

Predict wrong,

people die.

I was misunderstood.

The male is more sexually

aggressive by nature.

It's a way of passing on

their genetic material.

"Misunderstood."

His mother couldn't

buy her off is what happened.

Like she did with

all the others.

- What's your name, hon?

- Beatrice Bell.

- What was it? Beatrice Bell? Nice.

- Beatrice Bell.

So tell me,

Beatrice Bell,

how often does Edmund here

pass on his

genetic material?

- I don't know.

- Mm-hmm.

Sometimes too often?

Sometimes when

things don't...

quite function...

right,

you get the blame?

I don't think

this is appropriate.

Then maybe you

should wait outside.

You know, you can call me

when you've had enough of this guy.

I'll help you get rid of him.

Okay?

Hey.

What's that?

Did you do this?

You guys finished

with the survey?

- Did you do this?

- And by the way, I brush...

Hey, did you do this?

You're a hitter,

aren't you?

Likes the sound of knuckles

on a woman's body.

Maybe she enjoys it.

Maybe I do too.

Okay, well, hey.

All right, Edmund, okay.

I'm just coming... I'm here

to welcome you to the state.

So, welcome.

What are you circling?

I keep track of offenses

that might have been committed

by one of my people.

If a pattern develops,

or something occurs to me

that could help the police,

I pass it on.

Those questions

weren't on the form.

Mr. Babbage?

They were invasive.

Compulsive rapists,

opportunistic rapists,

armpit rapists,

date rapists,

fetishists,

exhibitionists,

frotteurs,

molesters of animals,

molesters of children...

You better tell me now

if you're too squeamish for this job.

Call your mother,

have her come pick you up.

So what are you

gonna do now?

I mean, when you retire?

I'm not retiring.

I'm being let go.

You could use

a new look.

Get some of that hair

out of your face.

I'll get the check.

Don't worry, the department's

paying for this.

"Next registrant:

Unlawful imprisonment,

attempted sexual battery,

three counts..."

- Sit up, please.

- Did two years.

Could have been much worse,

except for the plea bargain.

Partner executed in August.

For attempted battery?

- No, murder.

- This way, please.

Yep, they slowly

mutilated these women

till they died...

took over a week.

And then they

cut off their feet,

their legs, their hands

their arms,

their tongues,

their ears,

- and their hair.

- Jesus.

It was all over the news.

The one executed is Paul Gerard.

Partner who rolled on him

was his wife.

We're talking about

Paul Gerard's wife?

Well, she's using

her maiden name now.

Aren't you, Viola?

Ow!

Sorry.

You okay?

Ah, Viola is my favorite

registrant, aren't you, Viola?

You should let me do

something about that gray.

You're never

touching me.

You can take care

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