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Keith Jesperson, my favorite driver.

How you doing?

Good. So what's in the bag?

Just some presents for Cora and the kids

from the road.

I miss 'em when I'm gone.

Aw, that's sweet you spoil them like that.

Yeah, they're only kids for so long.

Yeah?

Well, my 30-year-old's still living in the garage

trying to build a better bong.

Hey, today's the big day.

The Mounties are calling.

Yeah, I am golden.

I studied that test for a year.

I nailed it.

Took the physical,

nailed it.

And you know what? I look real good on a horse.

Oh, well, I bet you do.

You're not even Canadian,

Jesperson.

I was born in Canada, Dez.

It is the most beautiful place in the world.

And it's a better life for me, Cora and the kids.

Aw...

Dudley Do-Right to the rescue, huh?

That's an animated character and a cliche, Dez.

The actual Mounties are a world-class organization.

Fascinating.

Anyway,

I got stuff coming in every day this week,

so I hope you're around a while.

No one ever complains about you.

Except that we don't see enough of you.

Personally speaking, of course.

Why don't you two get a room?

See you later.

How's Cora and the kids?

A-1.

You know, she's the best thing that ever came along for you,

you know that, right?

She is a saint.

How are you two lovebirds doing?

Up and down.

You and me didn't learn a damn thing

about marriage, huh?

Except what a lousy idea it was.

I'm on my way over

to help pop build a deck.

Why don't you come over?

Sorry.

Oh, no, no, I got it.

Hey...

You okay?

Yukon, here I come.

Hey, he's back!

I'm back from the Crusades!

Anyone home?

Where are you guys?

Hello.

Yes, hello,

this is Colonel Lamaire, from the Canadian police,

calling from Toronto.

I'm trying to reach Mr. Keith Jesperson.

This is Keith speaking.

I've been waiting for your call.

Good afternoon, mister Jesperson.

Good afternoon, Colonel.

How is it up there?

Perfect, I bet.

Yes, very nice up here.

I'm afraid I have some disappointing news, sir.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Well, sir,

the RC's have looked over your medical records,

including X-rays of your shoulder,

and I'm very sorry to inform you

we aren't going to be able to move forward

with your application.

Uh, no, Colonel, there must a mistake.

There's nothing wrong with my shoulder.

Someone read the X-ray wrong.

Nonetheless, sir, we cannot dismiss it.

On behalf of the Mounties,

you have my deepest regret, Mr. Jesperson.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jesperson.

Are you there, sir?

Yeah, I'm here.

Thank you for the call, sir.

"Dear Keith...

...by the time you read this,

I will be at my parents with the kids.

After 14 years together,

I can't continue in our marriage.

You know how much we've grown apart.

I never see you.

You're always on the road.

I've given this a lot of thought,

and I will always care about you,

but it's over.

You can call the kids now and then,

but not me.

Cora."

Special agent Melinda Gand...

The only reason I stay in the FBI.

What about stopping criminals, Anselo?

Protecting America.

I find your patriotism exciting.

I thought you were getting married.

What happened, she get to know you?

You know, Gand,

specializing in crimes against women

is taking the romance out of your life.

Is that right?

I sense a secret hunger in you

for something more thrilling

than blood spatter

and wiretaps.

We should have dinner and talk about it sometime.

Anselo, I owe you an apology.

See, I was under the mistaken impression

that you were living in this century.

Some people would take what you just said

as sexual harassment.

MaybeIi should ask special agent in charge Kuttner

what he thinks?

All I'm saying is you should join the human race sometime

and go on a date with someone, Gand.

Can't hurt.

Did last time.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

I'm sure she'll...

No, Cora, she's stubborn.

And I, I really screwed up, Diane.

Guess I worked too hard.

I was just trying to make a living.

I'm sorry.

I already miss the kids so much.

I'm sure they miss you, too.

I didn't mean to hurt them,

or Cora.

We all mess up.

You should see my list.

I should get back to work.

Thank you so much.

I just really needed someone to talk to.

Anytime.

Hold onto my arm.

Here, hold on.

You've reached Cora Jesperson...

You've reached Cora Jesperson.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Cora, it's me.

Um...

Just called to say I'm sorry.

You know...

I know I screwed up,

but I wanted you to know that I love you.

And the kids.

I never thought I was a bad father or nothing,

but I do understand that I have to be a...

better husband.

So if it's all right,

I'd like to come see you at your folks.

If that's all right.

Let me know.

Alright bye.

So she walked out, just like that?

Just like that.

You gotta get back on that horse, pal.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

I'm a natural.

Yes, you are.

What's your name?

Sissy.

Peyton.

Sissy... I love that name.

Oh, nice one.

Really?

Yeah.

Where you from?

I don't live too far.

What's your name?

Keith,

which means "of the forest."

"Of the forest?"

Like... bears?

Yeah, like bears.

I love bears.

Really?

Take it easy, papa bear.

You want it off?

Yeah.

And what if I don't?

Don't be like that.

Ooh, the forest bear doesn't like that.

Why are you calling me that?

Ooh, the forest bear is sad.

I just had a really... bad day.

Don't touch that.

Ooh...

Giddyup.

I said, don't touch that.

I said, put that down.

Faster, faster, they're getting away.

You know what, Sissy?

You talk too much.

Giddyup.

Greetings.

How are you today?

I hope I'm in focus.

That would be a first.

Okay, so let's get started.

Why am I videotaping myself?

Simple.

I'm protecting my reputation.

I want a permanent record of me,

and I don't want some cheesy reporter

getting it all wrong.

To begin with,

I've been misunderstood my whole life.

And I live with that pain,

I try to not let it get me down.

But let me tell you,

every now and then, I get urges,

and I finally acted on them.

And it was...

What's the word I'm looking for?

Exciting.

Agent Gand,

the Bureau appreciates the recent work you did

on the prostitution ring in Spokane.

Thank you, sir.

You made all the difference.

I need you to do that again.

A female body was discovered in Washington,

in a gorge near the Oregon border.

A happy face...

Drawn in blood?

It appears the murder was committed in Oregon

but the body dumped in Washington.

With a state line crossed,

that makes it an FBI matter.

Local police?

Under-staffed, over-confident.

I need you to get up

to Ruskin County, Washington,

Meet with Sheriff J.D. Cotton.

Yes, sir.

Just remember,

we're playing chess, they're playing checkers.

Try to make them feel included.

Solve this thing for us, Gand.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you wanna pack up all this stuff

so soon?

Cora will probably change her mind.

Cora won't even return my phone calls,

and I can't keep living here

with all her stuff.

Aw...

Please tell me this isn't yours.

I didn't have the heart to get rid of it.

The kids just loved it when they were younger.

Yeah.

Hey...

What's this?

It's really pretty.

It's Cora's.

Hey, sweetheart. Where are you headed?

Look, agent Gand,

these jurisdiction cases

are usually just too many folks at the same party.

It's an interstate matter.

The law is the law.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Felicia,

can we get some coffee?

With all due respect, agent Gand,

I actually have done this before,

so you being here, it may be overkill.

The government prefers to be thorough.

Well, good for them.

Uh, how do you take your coffee,

special agent Gand?

That's okay, hon, I can take it from here.

I think we can figure out coffee,

we've got an FBI agent on the premises.

How long you been an FBI agent?

11 years.

Ah, is that right?

Well, I've been sheriff of this county 17.

Every time there's a murder,

six in the last nine years,

I've caught 'em and got convictions.

That's very impressive.

Look, if Uncle Sam wants to waste taxpayer money

bringing in the FBI, I can't stop him.

But this isn't Mayberry,

and I'm not Andy.

I'd like to see the body.

Her blood?

Yeah.

I can also confirm

time of death was 48 to 56 hours ago,

agent Gand.

We still haven't I.D.d her.

FBI will run

a thorough DNA match.

And look at this.

From a place called "O' Finn's Tavern,"

in Portland.

Whoever did this has strong hands.

The wounds all indicate that.

The strangulation marks

are pretty severe.

Euphoric rage.

The murderer savors the struggle.

It's highly personal, no weapons used.

It's intimate.

I'll need you to check for latent prints

in the blood on this marking here.

You got it.

A happy face...

It's a taunt.

He thinks he's smarter than everybody else,

that he can't get caught.

Any leads, Sheriff?

So far, we got three clues.

One, the bloody happy face.

Two, the stamp on the back of the victim's hand

from "O' Finn's Tavern,"

which tells us she was in Oregon

when she was murdered,

and three,

the zipper from her jeans was cut-out.

Probably a souvenir for the killer.

I've seen that before.

May also be a deliberately false detail to distract us.

Well, even still,

we find who has that part of her jeans,

he might be our killer.

We have to contact the police in Portland,

see who's been reported missing.

I'll have my team investigate the dump site

here in Washington.

That looks delicious.

Well, it's a treat for me.

I don't get to bake for anyone anymore.

I can't tell you

the last time I had a home-cooked meal.

I mean, all I eat on the road is junk.

How you holding up?

I'm all right, I mean...

It's a little weird living here alone,

but I'm not one to complain.

Forks!

Sure.

Yeah...

Is that you, Jesperson?

I thought you two were honeymooning in Honolulu.

This guy...

Good one.

Hey, hey,

it's the Mountie!

I know you?

You still keep that stupid postcard of Dudley Do-Right

on your visor?

Hey, I got myself a new boyfriend,

and it's the real thing,

And I'm going to go out on the road with him.

And let me tell you something, Mr. Mountie,

weirdo truck driver man...

He's screwing me way better than you.

I remember you now.

You are the one that always wears a flea collar.

Maybe I'm too sensitive sometimes,

but when people get cute and sarcastic with me,

I see red.

And that's when they have to pay.

And if I don't get the respect I'm due,

it's gonna go downhill real fast.

Do you recognize this girl?

No.

Really?

Because she had your bar's name stamped on her hand.

It's not my business.

See, that's unfortunate,

for you.

Because by not cooperating with an FBI agent,

I could arrest you

for impeding a federal investigation

which has a penalty, last time I looked,

of five years in prison.

Or...

I could give you a second chance.

Since I don't want your stupid ass

clogging up the justice system.

Which would you prefer?

She used to come around here.

She was in the other night, she left with some guy.

What's her name?

Sissy Peyton.

Thank you.

Hey, Di.

Miss me?

I've been thinking of you all day.

I miss you, too.

How long are you going to be away for?

I'll be home in a few days.

Oh.

Yeah, that's great.

Listen, it's getting a little busy,

I'm gonna have to jump back on the road.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Um... uh, take care,

and we'll talk soon.

Bye.

Bye.

Nice rig.

Where you headed?

I was hoping to get to the market today,

get her formula.

The least I could do is give a mother a lift.

Yeah?

That's sweet.

My name's Candy.

Candy.

That's her.

That's Sissy.

Can you cover her, please?

It was just a matter of time.

Now I won't have to worry about her anymore.

I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton,

she didn't deserve this.

Who did it?

We're doing our best to find out.

May I help you?

I know who killed Sissy Peyton.

How do you know that?

I was there.

Me and my boyfriend.

We did it.

FBI. Are you Bud Skinner?

Yeah.

Hey, whoa.

Hey...

Mr. Skinner, you're under arrest

for the murder of Sissy Peyton.

Murder! Are you kidding me?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

150 sound about right?

I just offered to take you to the market.

I didn't ask you to do that.

I made you feel good.

Now you're making me feel bad.

Well, how about this?

I give you $20

so you can buy formula

for your baby,

and you get outta my truck.

I know what I'm worth.

I'm good at what I do.

I'm calling the cops

and telling 'em you raped me, you loser.

Are you gonna pay me or not, you freak?

No...

Please don't hurt me.

Please, don't hurt me!

Leave.

"Delores Parnicke

and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,

have been arrested

in the strangulation murder

of Portland woman, Sissy Peyton,

whose body was found by hikers

in a forested area near the Columbia gorge.

Authorities report

Parnicke has confessed to taking part in the murder

and has implicated Skinner..."

"I killed Sissy Peyton,

October 12th, in Portland, Oregon.

I beat her to death,

raped her,

and I loved it.

Yes, I am sick,

but I enjoy myself, too.

People took the blame,

and I'm free,

so I can kill again.

Ripped the zipper off the jeans,

proof."

Hey!

Don't be mad.

What are you doing here?

I missed you, I missed the kids.

Okay, look, I want you to leave.

Okay.

Can I just see 'em?

Just for a second, please?

Please.

Okay.

But after that, I really want you to leave.

All right.

Okay.

Thank you.

Kids?

Your father's here.

Dad!

Hey, buddy, how are you?

Daddy!

I missed you so much.

Look, I got you presents, look.

Ladies first. Thanks daddy!

And I got you a new glove. Awesome!

How you guys been?

Good.

Come here, come here.

Delores, tell me again what happened.

John called,

said he picked up this girl at a bar

so that we could have a three-way, and...

Things got rough,

and he raped her.

He killed her,

and we dumped her body off the highway

near the Columbia gorge.

What's really going on here, Delores?

Are you just saying this

because Bud treats you bad,

he beats you,

you want to pin this on him as payback?

He'll get what he deserves for what he's done.

To you or to Sissy?

How did he kill her?

Rope.

What else?

Gloves.

Duct tape.

Like the ones I found in your apartment?

It was almost like you wanted me

to find that stuff.

Bud must've hid it.

Ask him.

Delores,

if you're trying to set up an innocent man...

He's not innocent.

Of anything.

Tell me about the signature left on Sissy's body.

What does it mean, whose idea was it?

Delores...

I know what you're doing.

I understand why you're doing it.

But Bud didn't kill this girl.

The real killer is still out there

and he is going to kill again.

Please help me.

I've told you everything I know.

So, get this.

Some whack-job named Delores Parnicke

told the cops

that her and her boyfriend killed Sissy Peyton,

which is a miracle,

since they didn't!

I did!

I killed her!

They're trying to take the damn credit?

It was me.

Yeah?

Someone found this on the bathroom wall

at a truck stop in Burlington.

Cops there took these.

Felicia...

See if any of the papers ever mentioned

the missing zipper from Sissy's pants?

Hey.

Can you...

Can you sit for a minute?

Please?

Sure.

Good.

I thought maybe you forgot about me.

What have you been up to?

Not much.

Just driving around,

thinking.

Oh, yeah? About what?

Well, I've been mostly thinking about me...

and you.

Wow.

I really want you

to spend more time at my place.

I just feel so much better when you're there.

Everything is better.

Okay.

You lost me, agent Gand.

Someone writes a confession on a bathroom wall,

and you consider that evidence left by the killer?

It had details only the killer would know.

Delores couldn't even describe the happy face signature.

It's circumstantial.

Call me old-fashioned,

but I like my evidence in the real and hard variety.

Listen, agent Gand, as district attorney,

I see a lot of guilt and innocence

coming and going,

and on this one,

the fat lady has sung,

and her name is Delores Parnicke.

Now, she signed a confession,

stating her involvement

in the killing of Sissy Peyton.

Innocent people confess.

So do guilty people.

I think she's lying.

Really? Why?

What then,

she read about Sissy's murder?

Why confess to something she didn't do?

She wanted out.

I found a book in their apartment

about how to leave an abusive relationship.

She formulated a plan, she implicated her boyfriend.

I believe that she planted evidence in their apartment.

Here's the thing, agent Gand,

if you want to get Delores and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,

out of jail,

then you're going to have to work harder,

and give me some evidence that actually means something.

I'm on your side,

and I'm all for truth and justice,

but I like evidence even better.

Yeah?

Thanks.

Bud Skinner failed his polygraph.

Convinced?

I won't let him get away with this, Summer,

I promise you.

Agent Gand.

"I killed Sissy and I did this one too.

Maybe this time you believe I am still out here"

Really starting to piss me off.

Hi.

Hi.

This may sound crazy but,

the last few weeks

have been some of the best days of my life.

And there's just something inside me changing.

What do you mean?

I'm falling in love with you.

I am in love with you,

and I hope you feel the same way about me.

Yeah. I do.

I just was afraid to say it first.

Okay, so, once these papers are signed,

I'd love to get married again.

What are you saying?

Well, if you'll have me...

Will you be my wife?

Yes!

Yeah?

Yes!

Now the latest

in the brutal slaying of Sissy Peyton.

Delores Parnicke has confessed

that her boyfriend Bud Skinner killed Peyton,

and that Parnicke was an eyewitness.

According to authorities,

Skinner has denied the allegations.

The lurid case

has brought notoriety to Parnicke

for her role as the alleged accomplice

in this brutal slaying...

They've got it all wrong.

I did it!

"I would like to tell my story.

I am two people,

and sometimes the bad one is in charge.

When I'm my bad self, women better be careful.

Remember Sissy Peyton?

Met her at O' Finn's Tavern

and raped her and beat her up real bad...

I strangled her

and ended her life.

This turned me on. I got high.

Painted a happy face on her chest.

"Told you it was time

to believe that I'm out here..."

"Met another one at a truck stop in Kennewick,

Summer Northern.

Long brown hair, country girl.

My mind went wild

with the thought of a sex slave.

Told her she was gonna die

and slowly strangled her with my belt.

I felt so much power...

Dropped the body out in a field

by a pile of wood.

Red lipstick.

Drew a happy face on some plywood...

I want the world to know that this is my crime,

just like Sissy.

Whoever you think did it,

you are wrong.

It was me."

Hi.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Everything's fine.

I miss you so much when you're on the road.

I miss you, too.

I brought you some coffee.

Oh, thank you.

It's personal with you, isn't it?

Yes.

Two years after I became an agent,

my sister Alison was murdered.

She had just gotten married, and, one day, she went missing.

I don't even really know what happened.

I never found out who did it.

I'm sorry.

You asked me to check the papers

to see if Sissy's zipper was ever mentioned.

It wasn't.

-You got a sec? -Yeah.

These letters just came in.

Showed up on my desk and sent to the papers.

Written by some nut, signed with a happy face.

It's not some nut, it's him.

When are you going to let this go?

The FBI lab confirmed

handwriting on the plywood by Summer's body,

the handwriting in the truck stop restroom

were a match.

Now, Bud and Delores were in custody

when Summer was murdered.

How do you explain that?

It's a copycat.

But the scrawl in the restroom mentioned the missing zipper.

That's a detail only the killer would know.

That is very interesting, but it doesn't change anything.

I've got some other news.

Bud has entered a plea.

He's agreed to 15 years.

Now, does that sound like something

an innocent man would do?

The only thing I know

is that the person who did this is still out there.

Well unless you can prove it, we're done here.

Delores has confessed.

Bud has pled.

This is over, agent Gand.

In a case that continues to astound,

authorities have confirmed

that Bud Skinner murdered Sissy Peyton

as his girlfriend, Delores Parnicke watched,

but troubling new twists have surfaced,

and it now appears

someone dubbed the "Happy Face Killer"

is taking credit for the murder,

as well as others,

and may or may not be a copycat.

Whatever the truth is,

the entire pacific northwest is on edge,

and asking itself, who is the "Happy Face Killer?"

A letter just came for you, agent Gand.

"Dear FBI agent Gand.

I've written to everybody else,

and I read in the paper

about how you are the lead investigator,

so maybe you will listen to me.

Skinner and Parnicke had nothing to do with anything,

and they are pathetic liars.

It was all me,

and I feel like I'm being treated wrong."

I hope you believe me.

I deserve that, because I'm telling the truth.

Maybe sometime we could meet.

Good luck with everything.

More to come.

Sincerely yours."

Cotton.

We need to interview people

at the truck stops along the interstate.

Have a nice day.

Hey, Di.

Hi. Honey, I was thinking

that we could have our honeymoon in Lake Tahoe

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah, that...

That sounds great.

And when we're married,

I could quit my job

and ride in the truck with you, and...

go everywhere you go.

Yeah, well, let's talk about that.

Okay.

Listen, sweetie, I gotta run.

Talk to you later.

That was nice, sweetie.

I'd recognize that ass anywhere.

Oh, my god, Keith,

I was just thinking about you.

How you been?

Busy.

So, where you headed?

Everywhere.

Ah, imagine that.

That's where I'm headed.

As long as you aren't the Happy Face Killer.

Darlin', do I look like the Happy Face Killer?

You're good...

Ooh!

You look good, baby.

You been exercising?

Here and there.

Ooh, great postcard.

I love Mounties.

Yeah.

I remember.

I met him at a truck stop in Mount Ruskin.

I was with my baby.

Me and him were gonna party in his rig.

He tried to strangle me, but I got away.

Is your baby all right?

Other than having me for a mother?

Yeah, she's fine.

Candy,

are you willing to press assault charges

against him?

Do you know his name?

Keith Jesperson.

You're still the best.

That's not what you said

last time.

Come on, no way.

No, you did, you insulted me,

and the Mountie postcard I have clipped on my visor.

You had no right to do that.

Insensitivity is the modern plague.

It brings out the worst in people.

So, uh, I'll just get a cab.

No, no you won't.

They say abusive behavior toward animals

is one of the first symptoms

that you're on the road to becoming a serial killer,

or a murderer.

And you know, I never thought of it that way.

I never thought of it, like, I was abusing animals.

I just enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching them die.

When I looked at those things,

that are so scared and trembling,

and just watch the life leave them...

I got off on it.

Just like I did with Taffy.

Anyway, there isn't much difference

between killing an animal and killing a human being.

I mean, you get to the point

where killing something is nothing.

Let's face it,

being alive is what kicks your ass.

So...

Be careful out there.

Look over your shoulder,

because I may be closer than you think.

Hunters say

their dogs found the body.

There's no happy face.

Might not be him.

It's him.

He's just doing it different.

Mr. Jesperson,

I'm FBI special agent Melinda Gand.

Well, it's an honor to meet anyone from the FBI.

You can call me Keith.

Okay.

We brought you in today to ask some questions.

We appreciate your cooperation.

You mind if I record this?

Fire away.

Have you ever been to the O' Finn's Tavern

in Portland?

Yeah. A while ago.

Used to shoot pool there and get some beers.

Spend any time with a woman

named Sissy Peyton?

No.

She was strangled and tossed into a ravine,

a happy face scrawled on her.

I heard about that.

Sissy was last seen at O' Finn's Tavern.

Did you meet her?

No.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Wait...

Didn't I read that some couple killed her?

Have you ever been to the Turlock,

or Mount Ruskin,

or Kennewick truck stops?

Yeah, all the time.

They're right along in my main route.

Did you meet a Summer Northern?

Or Taffy Billings?

No.

Do you recall

meeting a woman named Candy?

She had a baby.

At the Mount Ruskin truck stop?

Candy claims that you tried to sexually assault her,

tried to kill her.

So, that's what this is about?

Look,

I'm no angel,

but Candy's a working girl,

and we got together.

But that's it.

If she wants to press charges against me,

do you think anyone's gonna believe

some lot lizard whore in court?

Good luck.

You recognize this?

No.

It's a letter that you sent to me, Keith,

signed by the Happy Face Killer.

In it, it says,

"maybe we'll meet sometime."

Here I am.

Am I under arrest?

Cause if not, I've got to get back out there.

Gotta make a living.

No, you're not under arrest.

Not yet.

I didn't write that letter.

I know you want to find this killer

and I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

It's been a pleasure.

Just when I thought

things were starting to go my way,

FBI special agent Melinda Gand

had to come along and ruin everything.

I mean, the FBI did have to send their best to get me,

so I'm flattered,

but once she got involved with the investigation,

it made me nervous.

She brought me in,

made me think she must be close, right?

I hated how she screwed with me.

And it started to feel like she was watching my every move.

One more worthless, uncaring bitch

messing up my life.

You gotta admit,

it's pretty ironic that they sent a woman after me.

God has one messed-up sense of humor.

Keith was always... sad,

and lost.

His childhood was pretty much a nightmare.

He said his father made him torture animals.

Electrocuted him even.

The kids at school tormented him.

What was your marriage like?

He was a caring father.

Cora...

Do you think Keith could hurt women?

He never touched me or the kids.

I mean, I know he had affairs,

but if you ask me,

his problem with women is that he likes them too much.

I kind of like this one.

My grandmother used to have silverware like that.

She gave it away.

Do you like it?

Keith?

I like it if you like it.

I do.

Now, this one is my favorite.

Silverware with little tree limbs.

Yeah, it's perfect...

I like it.

Good. Perfect.

So, would you consider Keith

to be a violent person?

It was just the way that we were raised.

My brother got the worst of it

and probably took a lot of it off of me.

You were spared.

Maybe, yeah.

I talked to Cora.

She told me about your childhood.

Sounded pretty rough.

It was.

With Keith, it wasn't just about the abuse, though.

He just always wanted to be somebody else.

He could never control his emotions.

I mean, the rage.

I think he came into the world like that.

Everybody thinks they're special.

Everyone thinks they're smart.

But you're not.

You're either the wolf or the sheep.

All right, listen, listen, hear me out,

this is important.

As far as killing goes, and getting away with it,

here's the key.

When you're trying to dump a body,

your real adversary isn't the police,

it's actually the public,

so if you don't want to get caught,

make sure you have no links to the victim,

and then take their body far, far away.

Time and distance is the main trick,

and if you get that right,

well, abra-cadabra!

Dez...

There's someone here to see you.

Mr. Whitman.

Melinda Gand, FBI.

Can we talk privately?

Hey.

Dez, it's Keith.

What's up?

Not much.

How are you?

I'm kinda busy here.

Got any runs for me?

Uh, let me take a look,

and, I'll, uh, call you right back.

Dez, if you get any runs, I could really use one now.

All right?

Gotta go.

"Police continue to investigate

the brutal slayings of several young women..."

"...left his signature happy face drawn in blood on his victims at crime scenes."

"Ongoing investigation..."

"Criminal psychologists describe him as someone who..."

You didn't answer the phone.

Diane, I...

I just got busy.

That's... that's all it is.

It's not just that, honey.

You say you're going away

for a certain period of time

and you don't come back when you say you will.

It's just,

I have all these wedding plans to make

and decisions to make,

and you're never around.

And you don't answer your phone.

You're right, I'm sorry.

It's just, I'm forced to make these decisions by myself,

and it's stressing me out.

I need you to be around.

And if you don't answer your phone,

how can I ask you about anything?

I said I'm sorry.

Okay?

I just got busy.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

The dispatcher tells me what to do.

That's where I go.

I'm just trying to make a living.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm so sorry.

Keith?

What?

What is it? Tell me?

Why don't you ever tell me anything?

Don't be like that.

Don't be like what?

Let's start over.

I'm starving.

What's in the fridge?

Nothing!

I think we should postpone the wedding.

Why is it that all women cause trouble?

You know what, you don't want to see this.

Just got a call.

A woman named Diane Loftin

is missing from her job at a diner.

She's engaged to Keith Jesperson.

I'm sorry, Diane.

Hey, Dez, it's Keith again.

I just want you to know, if there are any runs,

I'm available.

Here's the plan,

when Jesperson calls his dispatcher,

he'll be directed to a location.

Myself, Sheriff Cotton, agent Anselo,

and our team will be there.

Timing is key.

Any questions?

These women mattered.

Let's bring him in.

Hey, Dez.

It's Keith.

Is anybody looking for me?

What are you talking about?

Like who?

You paranoid or something?

What's your problem?

Nothing. Listen,

I just really could use a run right now.

Find out where he is.

Tell him to stay put,

you'll call him with something.

Are you there, Dez?

Dez?

Of course, I'm here. where do I ever go?

Stop messing with me!

All right, hold tight, and I'll get right back to you.

Got it.

Call him.

Look, I know this is fun and all, agent Gand,

but I'm not gonna get killed, am I?

Call him and give him this location.

Hey, Dez...

You're in luck.

"Klingman Industrial Warehouse" for pickup.

What am I picking up?

Uh, three tons galvanized steel,

six tons

of "I" beams.

Keith...

You want it or not, Keith?

Keith, you want it or not?

What's the address?

Hi, John.

Well, it seems like my luck has run out.

I'll never be able to enjoy life

on the outside again.

I got into a bad situation

and my emotions caught up with me.

I killed a woman in my truck

during an argument,

and with all the evidence against me,

I guess I truly am the black sheep of the family.

The court will appoint me a lawyer

and there will be a trial

and I'm sure they'll kill me for this.

Now...

I'm sorry that things turned out this way.

I've been a killer for some time.

I've killed eight people,

assaulted more.

I guess I...

haven't really learned anything.

How you doing?

Just leave the rig here.

We'll get the paperwork going.

Freeze!

Don't move!

Hands behind your head,

Jesperson!

You're under arrest

for the murder of Diane Loftin.

I didn't kill her.

Yeah, you did.

Just like you killed Sissy Peyton

and all the others.

You can't prove that.

I know you're the Happy Face Killer.

That's ridiculous.

Get him out of here.

I really am sorry that we didn't have any time together... alone.

Agent Gand?

Something to remember us by.

That's a big honor.

She guards those with her life.

Thank you.

Thanks, Felicia.

You know what?

I would've made a hell of a Mountie.

But, well, their loss.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, boy.