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(foreboding music)

(distant police siren blaring)

- Hey, what'cha got?

- Thank you officer.

- [Woman] Really?

- [Officer] We haven't touched anything.

We've been waiting on y'all.

Two bodies inside, kicked in door.

Give or take, man, size 11.

A man was shooting after a woman.

- Where's the woman?

- ER, she was shot in the shoulder.

- And the guy?

- We surrounded him, told him to drop his weapon,

he shot himself.

We immediately identified him, Gambit Nelly, drifter.

In and out of prison, mostly aggravated assault.

Ah, one more thing.

Wherever I was checking around inside the house...

Well I went and looked in some of the rooms...

Something ain't right in there.

It's just not the best way that you wanna start your day.

- Right.

Looking forward to it.

- Yeah...

(ominous music)

- How's it coming, anything?

- Nothing yet.

You?

- [Male forensic specialist] There aren't any prints.

- I need a toxicology report as soon as possible.

- Sure, I'll run that by the lab for you.

- No signs of a struggle,

or attempted retaliation.

Nails are intact, they're not broken.

It's a single shot to the head.

Now it would appear that projected high velocity

blood splatter was transferred

and she was shot in a seated position.

(gunshot)

- But when she shot herself, I mean that would explain

the 9mm handgun.

- Dr. Gates, I'm detective Salinas

and this is detective Farrell.

- [Dr. Gates] Good morning detectives.

- I've heard a lot of good things about you,

I'm reading your latest book,

"The Psychosis of the Criminal Mind".

Uhm, any first impressions?

- [Dr. Gates] I think the two victims

liked to roll in their own filth.

- Well the doors were kicked in.

Maybe they were already dead?

- [Farrell] Both victims already dead in their own house?

Something here is not right.

- Well maybe he accidentally overdosed

and she took her own life, like Shakespeare said,

"A normal man can not be without love."

- It's not Romeo and Juliet.

(anticipating music)

- Why would there be a bullet in the wall?

- Well according to Officer Roberts,

the neighbor who called was still on the line

with 911 when three more gunshots were heard.

- [Operator] What's the emergency?

- I hear gunshots next door.

(gunshots)

(ominous music)

- [Farrell] These sadist motherfuckers

just might be the weirdest my career has ever seen.

Or will ever see.

You've seen that collection of sex toys in here?

- Sex toys?

- [Farrell] Why won't this drawer open?

I bet somebody kept all their little goodies right in here.

Damn this thing really is sealed shut.

- I've seen this before, in a book.

Some pretty sadistic containment.

I think they were lowered down with ropes,

that's from the 15th century, why would we create it now?

- [Farrell] Almost got it.

Let's see what's behind door number one.

(gasps)

- Farrell!

Officer down, help me, help me!

Officer down, no, no, help me, officer down!

- [Voiceover] Are we on?

- [Voiceover] Yeah.

- We're live at the crime scene, I am standing

in front of the house where at four o'clock

this morning neighbors heard gunshots.

When the police arrived they found a young man

shooting a woman, that young man was asked

repeatedly to drop his weapon, he refused,

and shot himself.

When police inspected the building they found two bodies

which were later confirmed to be the alleged serial killers.

- [Dr. Gates] There is something very very wrong here chief.

- Are you trying to suggest something, Dr. Gates?

- Not at all, I'm simply trying to point out

that this was preventable.

- I don't think you understand the limited ability

of police work, Dr. Gates.

Sure, in your analytical, academic point of view,

this might have been preventable.

But in the real world where I live and breathe,

things are very different.

They're waiting for us.

(anticipating music)

- [Various journalists] Chief, chief, chief!

- [Voiceover] Chief, do you have any suspects?

- [Voiceover] Do you have a lead on suspects?

- The DA has asked me to give a statement for him

as well as the police department.

These are certainly the worst events we've seen,

during my 20 years on the force.

But after meeting with state and local officials

this morning I can assure the people of Fieldhouse

that we have the best law enforcement on the case.

We will get to the bottom of this

and see that justice is done.

And whoever is responsible for these killings will pay.

These murders took place on McCoy Street,

but the murder victim identities will

not be released at this time.

Authorities also believe that the victims

themselves may be tied to a list of other murders.

Unfortunately during the investigation

earlier this morning, Fieldhouse police lost one.

Detective Farrell was killed in the line of duty.

It is believed that the house was booby trapped,

and we have been asked to back down now

while the house is thoroughly searched for other devices.

There will be a memorial service for Detective Farrell

in the next few days, may he rest in peace

and may God be with us.

(various journalists shout over each other)

- [Bald man] Hey, over here!

These dark souls, who you are now getting

acquainted with, are finally dead.

And for that, I thank God.

You know you all are a fucking joke.

Y'all knew for years some crazy ass shit like this

was bound to be going down and did nothing.

So don't sit there and say you're going do anything.

What needed to be done, it's a done deal.

Those dark souls, they up outta here.

No one can be hurt by them anymore.

Fuck this.

(various journalists shout over each other)

- No more questions thank you for you time.

There will be another briefing tomorrow at 11 AM.

- [Voiceover] Is it true that a witness was shot

and is now missing?

- [Voiceover] Chief Gonzales!

- [News Anchor] And after the break.

The middle ages are back.

Alleged serial killers' bodies were found today

and a replica of the worst torture devices used

in that century.

When local authorities were contacted today,

neighbors reported hearing gunshots come from the house.

They found more evidence which raises

even more questions in this investigation.

(faint police siren blaring)

- I know, look, I couldn't believe it either.

Commando, you really need to come--

- Excuse me?

- Yes, how can I help you officer?

- The shooting in McCoy Street.

The woman with a gunshot wound.

- Yeah she came in earlier,

she was right down the hall, but she left.

(the woman speaks Spanish)

- I need a ticket to Piedras Negras.

Next available.

- The next one is boarding now, is that okay?

- Yeah, that's fine.

- Any luggage?

- No.

- Okay, your total is 32 dollars.

Thank you for riding Don Luis Buslines.

- [Driver] Hey, welcome aboard.

Thank you.

Welcome aboard.

Bienvenidos, welcome aboard.

Thank you, welcome aboard.

Is everyone on board?

(foreboding music)

- Hey, what's wrong?

- Uhm, I think I'm just...

I'm just worried about the future, you know.

It's like I can't visualize it.

You know what I mean?

- Okay, you just need to relax, breathe.

And take it easy.

Tell me what's really going on.

Is this because of Alex?

Did he call?

- Yeah.

- And, what did you say?

- I didn't answer.

- What, why what happened?

- Because it's like, when we broke up,

I walked away and he walked away.

And he didn't even turn around to see if

there was some sort of reconciliation, you know.

It's like when you really love someone,

you turn around to see if they're still there and...

He just kept walking.

- Your life is no romantic Hollywood movie.

I've never met or heard of anyone

that that actually happened to.

I mean, love isn't real.

Wake up Mila.

It's just a four letter word

that people use to get married and laid.

It's so powerful, but it just becomes

overused and meaningless.

- I guess you're right, I mean who knows if someone

is really being honest with you, right?

It's like the moment someone lays eyes on you,

their lies immediately start.

I really felt like I...

I thought it was real.

- Hey, something for all that one person,

won't ever change the way that they perceive love.

- Yeah, I see why.

- Then give up on it.

They think everyone is out to get them

and to use them.

- Yeah, you're right.

I've been busting my ass for years already, so...

New York City, here we come.

You know, it's just, it's not like he can't come,

you know, he just didn't want to, so...

- That's because you two are incompatible.

You don't like anything that he likes.

He's way too chilled and you are so freaking uptight.

I mean who's the one who's always getting angry

when he doesn't have a plan for the evening?

Sometimes you just overreact.

- And you don't?

- Me, I'm perfect.

- All we ever do is fighting anyways,

so in a way I'm kinda glad we broke up.

- Hey, I know you're better off without him.

You know I have to go.

- Already?

- I know...

There's just something I've been wanting to say.

- What?

- I'm glad you finally found the courage to leave Alex.

- Why?

- Because he's a loser.

- Stop.

- He's not going anywhere.

If his parents didn't have money...

Too soon?

- Maybe a bit.

- Gonna miss you.

- Gonna miss you too, thanks.

Why did you change your voicemail?

I got your call last night, I wanted to call you

but figured you would be out.

I really wanted to see you, so we can talk.

But I guess it's too late now and I gotta be up early.

Uhm, I'll be stopping by my mom's house,

so you can call me there.

(foreboding music)

- How long 'till we get there?

I'm fucking tired.

- Chill out, alright.

Your face and mine are all over the news by now.

I'm not going to risk it and go back to prison

with all those fucking pussies.

- Damn Skippy.

- [Distorted radio] A patient has escaped

from a Colorado psychiatric ward.

Later an informant led police officers

to a house in Grand Junction where two women were killed.

Due to the graphic nature of the killings,

they were believed to be in connection

with the escaped patient.

Subsequent information from investigators reveals

a grisly message was left at the crime scene by the killer.

(anticipating music)

- Hey.

What took you all so long, you were supposed

to be here yesterday.

- Shit doesn't always go as planned.

- Hey Gam, you're blazed, gimme some.

- Go ahead, you just have to spark it.

- Fuck.

(car electronics beeping)

Shit.

- Help...

- What the fuck?

(gunshot)

- Mommy, mommy, mommy...

(ominous music)

(faint crying baby)

- Yeah, can I help you?

- Yes, my car is completely dead down the road.

Could you please give me a boost?

I mean I've got all the wires and everything.

- Ah, yeah well I don't wanna seem rude or anything,

but, you know, we're kind of in the middle

of making dinner and getting the kids to bed.

- I'm sorry, but could you please help me,

all I need is a boost, sir.

Like, the thing is, I have a really important flight

to catch for a job in New York City.

Pretty please?

- Yeah I guess if you wanna come on in

and make a phone call, you can call yourself a cab.

Guess that'd be okay.

- Okay.

(ominous music)

(crying baby)

(struggling and groaning)

(anticipating music)

(whimpering)

(crying)

- [Mila] (shouting) Help!

Help!

Help me, please help me, I've just been kidnapped,

please, there's a house up the hill,

they have a baby I don't think it's theirs,

please help me.

Please, (blurting out words)...

Ah, ah!

(anticipating music)

- Ah man, get that bitch outta here.

(foreboding music)

- Yeah, how can I help you?

- My daughter Mila has been missing for 24 hours.

Her car is just a mile away.

Have you seen her?

- Well you know ma'am, we uh, live pretty close

to the desert, so you know,

people go missing every week around here.

- Well would you take another look please at the picture?

And call me if you see her?

- Yeah, yeah, I'll do that.

- Hello?

Hello?!

(anticipating music)

(gasps) Mila, Mila!

Oh baby, Mila, Mila come on, come on Mila,

it's okay, it's okay, sweetie it's okay.

(crying and whimpering)

Baby it's mommy, mommy, mommy, baby, it's mommy,

you're going to be okay, no, no, no,

sweetie it's okay, going to be okay.

- Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

Wanna join the party bitch, huh?

- Fuck you.

- Yeah, that's right, let's do it.

(screaming)

(foreboding music)

- You do realize we're going to my parents, right?

- And?

- I asked you to wear something decent

and you come out in this.

- Oh who cares.

And this is stupid, we always fight.

- Yeah, well if only you didn't give me a reason.

- Where's your restroom?

- Over there, ma'am.

(gunshot)

(choking)

- Well, well, well, look what I found.

A little mousey in the cat house huh?

- Please, please don't kill me, please.

- [Bald man] Oh shut the fuck up!

(choking)

- [Preppy guy] Here you take my wallet--

- Get the fuck outta here with that.

- Please, don't kill me, please.

- I want your keys, give me your fucking keys.

- Here, just take it please, just...

- Where's that bitch you walked in with?

- I don't know.

- Where's that fucking bitch you walked in with huh?

- I don't...

- Don't fucking lie to me.

What are you crying for, what the fuck is wrong with you?

- Please don't...

- Please don't what, please don't what?

- Please don't kill me.

- Huh?!

- Please...

- [Bald man] You little bitch.

- No...

(gunshot)

- Six whole fucking dollars man, you gotta be shitting me.

- What did I miss?

- What the fuck are you doing?

What are you, what is this with this girl?

- I was just gonna show you.

- And what the fuck were you gonna show me?

- Tada.

- I'm over here putting in work, getting money for us

and you're in there fucking killing bitches, that's great.

- Would you prefer I put them in the trunk,

take them for a joyride?

- You better watch your mouth boy.

You know the only reason I came out this way

was to get Hersey.

- Oh and that was a brilliant fucking idea.

Let's go get psycho bitch from the mental hospital,

that won't attract attention.

Where are we going?

I'm not going back to Fieldhouse.

- Oh-ho, yes you are.

- No.

No.

- [Bald man] Hersey, let's go baby.

(ominous music)

Shut the fuck up.

(crying and whimpering)

(psychotic laughter)

(heavy breathing and whimpering)

You're still crying, huh, hmmm?

(screaming)

Shut the fuck up, shut the fucking fuck up.

You hear me?

You wanna scream, go ahead...

Go ahead, scream, it won't matter.

You're mine, bitch, you understand me?

You'll be going when I tell you to go.

Stand up, stand up.

(screaming and whimpering)

What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking bitch!

(thrilling music and screaming)

- (shouting) Help, no please, help me!

(screaming)

(coughing)

- You're done.

I wish I could just kill you.

Right now (spits).

- Stop, please...

- Look at you.

You're disgusting.

Too bad Dale is keeping you as his little pet.

(screaming)

- Oh you fucking bitch, I'm gonna fucking kill you...

- Oh no, you ain't.

Now listen up.

I need your to shut your mouth

and don't scream.

Cause we're having guests tonight.

What's up, what are you doing?

- [Dale] Watching a little TV.

The fuck are you so happy for?

- What, can't a girl be smiling

and cheerful in her own house?

- Not without my permission, baby.

- (deep voice) Not without my permission, baby.

I'm glad I'm back home.

- [Dale] Yeah?

- [Hersey] Uhuh.

- [Dale] I'm glad you're back too.

- So who comes up with all this?

- Hollywood, duh.

- I like Godfather.

But there's just too much shit out there, man.

- Now see that's just a medium to get the dough.

See, it's all about the money.

It's like a waitress, if she goes to work,

she gets that money.

Of course you wouldn't know nothing about that

since your ass ain't never had a job.

- Ah, shut up!

You're such a fucking asshole to think

I don't get stupid demented shit like that, fuck!

- Come on.

Don't be mad.

You know I read the article.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Let's get daddy a little sugar, hmm?

(faint electronic music)

- What's up?

- Her over there, she just snorted cocaine.

- Nah, nah, nah, her.

She looks good, she looks real good.

Hey?

- Hmm?

- You good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- You ready to do the devil's work, baby?

- Okay, just like we planned?

See I like this, it's like were spies.

We're undercover agents.

- What the fuck?

(door opening and slamming shut)

(foreboding music and footsteps)

(distant mumbling and grumbling)

(laughter)

(coughing)

You know what, to be honest, I'm not too happy

with tonight's prize.

- Well if you were a little less weird,

then we might have hooked up with that other chick.

- Where's my money?

- It's in the other room.

But you should wash up first.

- Sure.

Nazdrovje...

You're so fucking hot baby.

I'm so ready...

Can you do me first?

(laughter)

- [Hersey] That's far enough, bitch.

Is she really dancing?

(laughter)

You stupid bitch!

Get that bitch.

(groaning)

- [Dale] Sit your ass down.

You walked into the devil's room and you will pay.

- [Hersey] You wanna fuck, bitch?

(groaning and screaming)

Stank ass whore!

(shrieking and screaming)

Bitch, fucking whore.

You got blood all over me.

- [Dale] Hey.

I got some breakfast for you.

- I'm thirsty.

- You have to ask me nicely.

- Please, I'm hungry...

- I can't hear you!

- Please, please...

- I can't...

- Come on you fucking...

Here.

(grunting)

You fucking bitch!

- [Hersey] What the hell is going on here?

Oh you bitch!

(thumping, groaning and moaning)

(sad music)

(panting and heaving)

- Ssshht, ssshht, ssshht...

- [Woman] No please...

- Ssshht, ssshht, ssshht...

- [Woman] Please let me go, let me go, please...

What are you doing, what are, what are you doing?

- [Dale] Don't worry, don't worry.

- No, no...

- Shut your mouth, shut your mouth.

(screaming)

(mumbling and laughter)

- [Hersey] Hey, you want another beer?

- Hey you.

Ssshht, ssshht, ssshht...

Hey, hey, don't cry, don't cry.

- (whimpering) What's that, no, please, please, no please...

- Hey, listen to me, listen to me!

Alright, don't say a word, don't say a word,

you understand me?

Shut your mouth.

(whimpering and crying)

Ssshht, ssshht, ssshht...

(screaming)

- Get in.

Get in!

(whimpering and crying)

Sit, sit!

You're not even that pretty.

It's not like you're fucking, hmm?

- [Mila] You should let me go.

- Plus, I'm better looking than you.

- [Mila] Just, just let me go, please...

- [Hersey] No, no no.

He'll eventually get tired of you, sweetie.

- I promise I won't tell anyone, please...

No one will ever find out...

Please...

- [Hersey] No.

We're just getting started.

We're gonna kill you

over and over

and over again.

(whimpering and crying)

- [Dale] What the fuck?

- [Hersey] There's a show tonight.

- First of all, you wanna take your foot off the table?

(Dale is eclipsed by the creaking wood)

- There's a show tonight.

- And?

- And I wanna go.

- You wanna go where?

- To the show, tonight.

- We're not going anywhere.

- So we're gonna stay here?

- That's right, boo-fucking-hoo,

we're staying right here.

- We're gonna stay here, with that girl?

- [Dale] That's exactly right.

- [Hersey] With your fucking friend, that girl.

- [Dale] We're not having this conversation.

- You're damn right I'm not having a conversation fuck this.

- Hey!

Alright fine man.

Alright fine.

You're gonna go, I'll go with you.

(grunting and screaming)

(anticipating music)

- [Voiceover] Well, you're finally up huh?

You know you were out for almost 30-something hours,

you're lucky I didn't have no appointments.

What happened, your man beat you?

(door knocking)

Yeah hold on!

Give me a minute.

I said hold the fuck on!

Finally coming over here acting like I got time

to deal with them.

Well come on in this house, just don't slam my door.

Shit!

Everybody always be coming around here slamming my door,

shaking my house and everything.

- I'm sorry Octavia, alright look I was just passing through

to check up on what we talked about yesterday.

- Hmm-mm, I'm listening.

- Is she cool?

Should I come back later?

- Nah, she cool.

Boy you go on and tell me why you here,

and you better be trying to talk me into

giving your sister some kind of discount.

Because if you is, you may as well walk on outta here.

Now my going rate is 50 dollars, no more, no less.

You get the money, bring your sister over and it's done.

I don't need nobody coming around here

trying to talk me into some kind of price cut.

Boy you better pawn some of those video games

or sell something, cause like I said,

my price ain't changing.

- Hah, it's a funny story I tell ya.

See what happened was, I got 20 dollars.

- [Octavia] Boy get your broke ass outta here,

I gotta deal with her now, get your ass outta here.

- But, but, I got a microwave with an oven, it's brand new.

- [Octavia] I don't give a fuck about no microwave,

you better take your ass and get a job.

Motherfucker, ain't nobody got time to deal with him.

It's business, not personal.

I don't care who you are, no compromise.

- Do you have a phone I could use?

- Hold on, before I lend you phone,

you tell me what happened.

- I, I've been held against my own will.

I need to contact the police.

- Nah-ah, not with my phone.

Girl I don't need no heat or nobody else

coming around here investigating.

Sitting on my couch, expecting coffee and fucking cookies.

Look around.

Now there's a pay phone downstairs,

you can call from there.

- I was screaming for days, I know somebody

must have heard me and I could hear everything outside...

(laughter)

- Girl, you just ain't from around here, that's all.

Now maybe where you from, rich folks got cops

at their fingertips.

But around here, cops only swing by

when there are dead bodies,

and I bet you they ain't gonna do nothing about this either.

This ain't weird.

A woman screaming?

Girl they ain't coming around here for that.

But you know, my momma might have a place for you to stay.

She owns this strip club and the old girl,

who just moved out, was renting a room there.

She might be cool with you using her phone too,

I don't know, you can ask for that.

- Well, come on in.

I just got off the phone with Octavia.

What happened to you?

- Look, I don't want to burden you,

I'm sorry, I'm just gonna go.

- Where are you gonna go?

And if you had somewhere you would've been there by now.

You're no burden, but if you wanna leave, go ahead.

I'm cooking, I gotta go check on this pasta.

I think it's ready.

You hungry?

- Yes.

- Come on baby.

Go ahead.

(sad music)

What happened to you?

Where you from?

You ain't from around here

cause I ain't ever seen you before.

- I'm from Utah.

- What you doing around here?

- I don't know.

- Now who's done this to you?

- I was kidnapped.

By this strange couple

and this white guy.

I don't know who they were,

I've never seen before in my life.

But I may be able to find out.

I took this book.

- Is there anybody you need to call?

Where is your momma?

- They killed her.

- Nothing I can say can help you

through what you just went through.

Nor your loss.

But those who done this need to pay.

Whoever they are, they need to pay.

I suppose you haven't reported this?

- I was going to, but...

Octavia says she don't want anyone coming around.

Especially the cops.

- Well she has a warrant out and hadn't had

time to pay it off.

And I think she's just a little paranoid.

But you can use my phone if you want to.

I can even take you to the police department.

- I just don't understand why they haven't been reported.

You know...

They killed three women.

One every other day and they were, they were...

Meticulous to where they did and it's like

they were programmed, you know,

they knew exactly what to do.

This could've happened to anyone.

Why me?

I just wanna make things right.

- Here in Texas the death penalty will serve them good.

We just have to go file a report.

- The court system won't just charge them

with one puny offense of kidnapping.

And one had just got out of

the psychiatric ward in Colorado.

My mother's body is somewhere in that desert.

And then you'll have two different police deparments

working together which usually never helps the case, so...

No.

- I don't know nothing about that lingo.

But you sound like you know what you talking about.

You survived, you made it out and you can change things.

Don't want you to let these mean people change you baby.

Some people are just mad at the world.

(sighs) Look, I got to get ready to go to work.

But you have a place to stay for now.

Till you figure things out, okay?

- Okay.

- [Octavia's mother] Alright.

(hip hop music)

Now, here is your locker key.

The old girl that lived in this room

I'm about to show you, moved out about two weeks ago.

Old girl left some clothes here.

You might be able to fit 'em.

Yep, you might.

- All I kept thinking was...

I wasn't ready to die.

That's all I kept thinking.

Over and over and over.

(sad music)

- Maybe, that gut feeling, was God lifting you up.

I'll help you in whatever I can.

You can stay as long as you need to.

What you gonna do, baby?

- I don't know.

I just wanna forget about it.

- Let me tell you something.

It was my birthday and I was--

- This is Gem, she works here.

So you'll see around a lot.

She practically lives here.

- Well, I was at this bar, me and my guy just broke up, so,

you know, I was there all by myself.

I wanted to order a drink and pay for it myself

when this guy just, buys it for me.

Which I felt was kinda cute, you know.

Coming off an abusive, somewhat, neglected relationship.

I looked at him, he looked good, clean cut.

A break from the norm.

I was attracted because he was so good looking.

Like a, model or actor.

Could've been both.

And again drinking, well, it was my birthday.

And we ended up in his apartment.

Like it happened so quickly.

He caught me off guard.

I thought he was gonna give me a hug,

but it was no hug.

He was applying some type of, choke hold.

I've never felt anything like it.

When I say I lost air, I mean, I felt myself passing out.

I have a collapsed lung so I know it wasn't a hug.

It was pure evil.

He showed no remorse.

I pleaded, I begged and I begged...

Shit, like you, I don't know how I'm here.

I'm just glad that I am.

When you walked in, I knew you weren't from around here.

- What do you mean?

- Just remember, that in life sometimes

you're gonna be dealing with the Pit Bulls.

And if you slap one of them, they're gonna bite you back.

I know what you're thinking.

Don't let it consume you.

It's something which ain't worth it.

- Mila, this is Big D.

Whatever you need, this is the go-to guy.

- [Driver] Ah ladies and gentlemen,

there's some time to have a break,

I gotta check the tires and some other stuff,

get some food or whatever

but, you have to get out of the bus.

And thank you again for riding, Don Luis Buslines.

(faint hip hop music)

- [Doctor] Hey, you're just in time.

- Hope you have some good news.

- Not for these guys, our male vic died of

acute heroin and morphine intoxication.

Apparently he was given too much accidentally,

or it was more potent than he thought.

He has alcohol in his system.

- Any other substances?

- Other than heroin, morphine and alcohol, no.

- What about her?

- This young lady died of a gunshot wound

straight to the head, right above the right ear.

I sent the bullet off to ballistics,

but other than that, I'm still working on it.

- Okay, well I'll get back to you later.

- Hey, are you doing okay?

- Yeah, why?

- Farrell, his wounds are long and deep

but the impact was instantly fatal.

- Can we just focus on this case, just this case,

I wanna focus on this case.

- Yes, of course.

- I just wanna be done with today,

tomorrow is another day, tomorrow,

is gonna be different, tomorrow.

Okay, take care of yourself.

- Good luck, I think you're gonna need it.

(door knocking)

- You needed to talk to me, sir?

- [Gonzales] Yes, Salinas, thank you.

It's my understanding that you are in charge of this case?

Now before you say anything, just let me say

I know that detective Farrell was your partner

and I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Thank you sir.

- The DA seems to think it might have an impact on the case.

- No, I--

- They think that there's a connection to your crime scene

with a cold case from a few years back.

Forensics found some prints from some of the vics,

and so we are going to take it from here.

Now if you will excuse me.

- Sir, I need to talk to you!

- No, not now Salinas, I've got a meeting.

- Chief, you have to let me work on that case.

Let me be the one who brings it in!

- I can't, I don't have jurisdiction, I wish I could.

- But with all due respect, I can find her,

I can interrogate her and I can get us--

- Salinas, pride is a sin, but I like your persistence,

but sorry, nothing personal.

- Come on chief, you and I know--

- You are not gonna stop asking about this, are you?

- No.

- Fine.

You follow everything in that file, you understand?

I'll call the deputy and tell him (mumbling).

- Thank you chief.

(ominous music)

(door knocking)

- Coming.

(door knocking)

- FPD, open up.

- I said 30 minutes ma'am, look what you did.

- FPD, where are your passengers?

- I told them 30 minutes ma'am, they're surely not in there.

Look I only have five minutes to eat my lunch,

then I begin boarding.

Been driving this bus for hours,

is it okay if eat or what?

- [Salinas] Shit.

(anticipating music)

Put your hands up.

Spread your legs.

Do you have anything sharp in your pockets, any weapon?

- [Mila] No.

I'm starting to get used to these handcuffs.

- I'm detective Salinas, I'm investing a double homicide,

we need to talk to you.

- We're leaving?

I can't leave.

I need permission to leave.

- Don't be a smart ass.

We're in the middle of a murder investigation

of what happened in McCoy Street.

You're needed for questioning and prints.

- So I can't leave?

- After I question you, yeah maybe,

if you're innocent.

Two people were murdered and the only witness we have

gets up and leaves without a statement

or a police report.

- So let me guess.

You think I killed those people?

I was attacked by them.

- That doesn't give you the right to kill.

The consequences apply to everyone.

- You're right, you're right.

I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut.

Go ahead.

- You do have the right to remain silent.

(foreboding music)

- Can I tell you something?

- Sure, about the case?

- No, it's personal.

- Yeah sure.

- About a week ago, after I escaped from that house,

I was picked up by this amazing wonderful, woman.

I can tell you one thing, some people were just

born to help.

And this woman was a perfect example of that.

Someone who is just driven by kindness.

I'm just saying I don't know how to be like that.

- [Salinas] Well, you can't expect to be perfect.

This woman should inspire you,

if you think about it,

she was placed in your life for a reason.

- I never heard anything like that.

I'm a little nervous to go back there.

Especially knowing what I know.

- Know, what do you know?

- Some information about Chief Gonzales.

His involvement.

- Yeah, right.

- It's true.

- What makes you say that?

- I'm not saying another word.

If you'd like I can show you.

So you can see for yourself.

It's in my backpack.

And by the way, I didn't do it.

- Well truthfully, things are not looking too good for you.

I'm sorry I can't help you on this.

I'm gonna drop you off in a couple of miles.

- That's it?

After I tell you, you're just gonna ignore it

and follow orders?

A guilty man needs to pay!

- Come on, that's crazy!

I have direct orders, there's a chain of command here.

(loud crash)

(foreboding music)

- [Mila] Put them on.

Sit down.

- You know you're not getting away with this.

- Does it look like I'm in the position to give a fuck?

I'm the one with the gun, okay?

You should've listened, you should've listened,

but you didn't, okay?

You just wanted to follow orders instead of taking

this opportunity to set things right.

You're just a selfish little bitch.

- Hey, take it easy.

You know you're not getting away with this.

Let's just talk about what happened, okay?

- Before we go on any further, you should know that

I'm specialized in forensic psychology.

I also have a license to handle a gun,

so it's not gonna go off or anything like that.

And about your little incident here...

I just wanna leave, okay, go away.

But any plans I had are just pretty much all ruined.

- So what kind of information do you have?

You have all my attention, just take these cuffs off me.

Unlike you, I'm not fond of them.

- Look around, no one knows we're here.

You could easily let me go.

- I can't.

So let's see what you have.

- I conducted research on certain psychological

conditions, and found that these killers

had some serious personality disorders.

Low self-esteem, among many other things, so...

- So you escape and you do some research, why?

- To understand them.

Sympathize with them.

And take my first step in forgiving them.

- Bullcrap, I don't believe a word.

- Inside this book is a written report for the court

detailing all my psychological findings

upon which my conclusions are based on.

I guess I just don't want the chief to get a hold of it.

Get in the car.

Get in the fucking car.

(ominous music)

- Hands, let me see your hands, now!

Drop the gun, gently on the ground, now.

Out of the car, now.

Clasp your hands behind your neck, over there.

Salinas uncuff yourself.

(anticipating music)

I'm Detective Borne, I followed you here

on direct orders from Chief Gonzales,

in case there was a problem, which was brilliant of him.

I can assure you that you're safe now, ma'am.

You're not guilty, we all know that.

You're just scared, right?

- Yes.

I'm not guilty.

Just no handcuffs, please.

- I'm sorry, standard procedure.

Cuff her Salinas.

We're gonna cuff you and we'll put you

in the back of the car.

We'll ask you a couple of questions

and then you can go.

Salinas, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- [Borne] Alright then, come on, let's go.

Whenever you're ready, we can begin.

(foreboding music)

- I'm glad you're still here.

- I just have a few questions.

And please don't make my job any harder.

You already crashed my car.

- Look I told you I'm not saying anything.

Okay listen, cause I'm only gonna tell you this once.

I was walking in the street,

that's when Gambit saw me.

The white guy, he started following me.

He took me back to the house and they started fighting.

Afterwards one of the serial killers was dead...

- What killer?

- Dale.

Then he shot Hersey and then he started chasing

me around the house, shooting at me.

That's when I ran out the house

and next thing I knew I was at the hospital

with a gunshot wound.

So I left.

- You do realize you were fleeing the country,

by leaving for Mexico?

Isn't that weird if you're innocent, as you say?

- Well that's my statement and it is not changing.

And I'm saying another word 'till I get my lawyer.

- Okay, agreed, one (door slams shut) for me

and have one for you.

- It's kinda big...

- Hah, yes it is.

Thank you, it's really excellent work.

I'm gonna go see if I can get some more information

out of her, and Detective Borne, he is waiting outside,

he'll take you back to the station.

I'll talk to you when I get back.

Appreciate your help.

- Ah, my head...

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(foreboding music)

- [Gonzales] You did this?

Your idea of a fucking joke?

Come into my town, terrorize it, and then leave?

- [Mila] I didn't do that.

And you don't scare me.

You sit at your desk and you act like you're a cop?

There's a crime pattern, a trail of dead bodies

and murdered women all along Interstate 40

from Oklahoma to Texas that leads straight into this town.

You knew all along who was doing it

and you let the killings continue.

But because your remorse was so much

bigger than your puny ass little brain...

You thought the fatherly thing to do was

to help your son cover up murder after murder?

I mean why tarnish your reputation

because of a relationship you had with the town's whore?

And your son, Dale.

Your name is written on his birth certificate

out in Houston, but it's a big secret out here, isn't it?

But what about the victims?

Fuck 'em, right?

That was the right and moral thing to do, wasn't it?

But tell me, how did it feel,

to wrap your fingers around Ms. Rodgers throat?

And then hang her afterwards?

And cover it up with such excellence?

- Who the fuck are you?

- [Mila] Nobody.

Does it matter?

You wanna teach me like you taught Dale?

- Look bitch, you just crossed the line,

and since you're pushing I'm fucking going there with you,

you are as good as dead.

(heavy breathing)

Wrapping my fingers around her neck,

that ex-wife is, it's just like 20 years ago.

I walked into that house and I walked upstairs

and she is there touching my son.

And in the divorce she gets custody.

I, I am denied visitation.

And that bitch changes his name from Dale just to spite me.

So I just drive for eight hours

and I settle right here in Fieldhouse.

Oh and then she decides to drive along

and settle here too.

(laughs) Aah...

But then I remarried and the rest was history.

Look...

I will not hurt my family.

And I don't believe in doing the right thing when it

means that everything I love can be taken away from me.

Yeah so a few years back, I was sitting at my desk

analyzing some of the killings on my computer.

And one of the murder weapons comes up.

It's a baseball bat.

Baseball bat that I had given Dale when he was 10 years old.

Yeah...

Imagine my surprise.

I knew it was him,

(mumbling) for that fucking little bastard.

Fuck this, fuck you.

Gah!

Okay, enough with the sad shit.

I've got things to do.

I need to go clear things up with the DA

and then my son has a soccer game with the Plainville Owls.

Do you like soccer?

Let's go.

Get up.

Let's walk and talk.

You would've made a good detective,

I read your reports, they're not bad.

A shame this is the end of the road.

(gunshot)

- [Salinas] Oh my God...

I heard everything.

This fucking asshole...

I left the recorder, (mumbling)...

I left the recorder, go grab it

in the interrogation room.

You give it to the right people, okay?

- [Mila] I'm sorry.

- I should've listened, I should've listened.

(whimpering)

Did you kill them?

- [Mila] It's what you can't see

that causes the most damage.

(door knocking)

- [Hersey] I'm getting the door, I am getting the door.

Shit, I'm looking like a stripper.

What the fuck?

(gasps)

(anticipating music)

(gunshot)

(ominous music)