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Afternoon, sir. What exactly seems to be the problem?

Problem?

You pulled over just then when I was behind you.

Maybe you're having engine trouble. Is that it?

No.

I'm tired.

Thought I should rest.

What brings you to Colby?

Passing through.

Sure. Okay.

I'd like to take a look at your license and registration.

Oh, uh... Have to find them.

I'll be right here.

Where you heading, lady?

Home. What about you?

Well, my mother always said

you shouldn't judge a book by its cover,

but I'm guessing I'll be running this gentleman in

on drug charges in all of about three minutes.

You need me to stick around?

No, I've got it.

Make me a meat loaf. What do you say?

I'm sorry, honey,

but I'll be sleeping by the time you get in.

You run the plates?

I'm about to if you'd let me do my job.

- Love you. - Love you.

I told you I need to see your license and registration.

Are you hard of hearing?

Dispatch, this is car 14.

- Do you even have a license? - Go ahead, 14.

I'm with 48 on that 10-81.

Can you help me bring up the latest bulletin

on the interstate homicides?

Didn't Denver forward a list of stolen vehicle plates from...

No!

Oh, my God.

Mike. Mike.

Oh, my God. Mike. Okay.

10-49. 10-49.

Shots fired. Trooper is down.

Shooter is eastbound, eastbound on 28.

Mile marker 79.

We need an ambulance. It's Michael.

Okay.

Honey. Honey, it's Jane.

Everything's gonna be okay. Okay?

Everything's gonna be okay. It is. It's...

They're... They're on their way. They're coming.

They're coming right now.

Michael.

Michael, please, please don't do this. Please don't do this.

No, please don't do this right now.

Please. They're coming.

They're coming. They're coming. Just...

Please.

Dad.

He's... He's gone.

It's day five of a wave of terror

and sudden and unexpected violence

that literally has a stranglehold on the American public.

Across six states, at least fifteen victims

have met their fates

at the hands of the bloodthirsty killer

that many are calling "The Satanic Slasher."

California, Nevada, Utah, and Arizona,

as well as New Mexico and Colorado

have seen a trail of bodies,

dismemberments, decapitations and mutilation.

Police now confirm that satanic symbols and graphic slurs

were left at the scenes of the murders,

often written in the victims' blood.

In the next hour, we'll take you inside the killer's mind

as we speak with a psychiatrist

who's an expert in the psychology of mass murderers.

Oh, yeah? Do you want to trade?

Um, I will at the house tomorrow.

Oh, okay, tomorrow. Okay.

- Okay, bye. - Good night.

- Get home safe. - You too.

Anything?

He headed south towards Dodge City

and abandoned the sedan.

We found another victim.

A woman.

He took her ID, everything,

so there's... there's no way to identify her yet.

There's no telling what he's driving now.

There's a potential emotional undercurrent here

that we haven't touched upon yet,

and that is survivor's guilt.

As a woman in a predominantly male field,

a field where overt masculinity and intimidating physical presence,

even aggressive demeanor, can be considered virtues,

you may have already been experiencing

occasional feelings of inadequacy,

whether you recognize them as such or not.

Which could add further weight to the emotional baggage you take away

from having been a witness to the death of your husband.

A death for which you seem wrongly to be blaming yourself,

at least in part.

The reality of the situation,

what I hope to help you come to grips with is,

no matter how many times

you replay what happened back in your mind,

the outcome is inescapable.

You must find a way to begin accepting that.

Are we done here?

- We are, aren't we? - Officer Archer...

I'm only here 'cause this is mandatory, I told you.

You've had your hour.

An hour is barely a beginning.

It hasn't even been 48 hours since you buried your husband.

Without question,

I will be recommending further therapy and--

I don't know what I'm gonna do without him.

There.

Now you know.

They tell me I've got to keep coming here, then I will,

otherwise your hour's up.

Thank you. Goodbye.

...dismembered bodies

discovered a hundred miles east of Kansas City.

Seven people have been killed in the state of Illinois alone.

It's believed by many that the Slasher

is heading north towards the Canadian border.

Authorities are cautioning those living in the northern Midwest

that the Slasher may have already crossed into Wisconsin or Michigan.

Whenever you put that uniform on,

you might as well become another person.

Your heart and soul belongs to the KHP.

That's who you are, Jane.

Who you've always been.

Look who's talking.

Yeah, well, at least you know I'm speaking from experience.

There is such a thing as

disappearing into that uniform,

or thinking that it's some kind of suit of armor,

which it isn't.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

Took provisional leave, two weeks.

Mike dying wasn't your fault.

Listen to me.

Nothing that you could have done

that would have changed anything,

nothing you could have done differently

that would have saved him.

Yeah, I know.

So... So what then?

I mean, look, you do realize it's crazy what you're doing?

He's not the one I'm trying to save, all right?

Since... ...four days ago,

four days that have felt like a lifetime,

I have thought about one thing.

The shot.

The shot I had...

and what I wouldn't give to have it back.

'Cause you're right,

nothing'll bring Mike back.

So what's left?

Another shot... another chance.

Just one bullet could save however many lives,

and Mike gets to rest in peace.

And I don't know, maybe I get to sleep at night.

Look.

- You'll never find him. - I don't have to find him.

Sooner or later, his luck will run out and he'll get boxed in.

And when that happens, all I want is another shot.

- Hey, Jane, just listen-- - Dad, I'm done talking.

You know me.

Tell me again not to go, you think that'll stop me?

Keep your gun and badge with you at all times.

Pointless as it is, what you're doing...

I'll admit,

if I were you,

I believe I'd also need to find that out for myself.

The time for exploring

life's sinful perversions is now.

The planet rapers have got it right.

Earth is meant to have our seed spilt upon it,

and to be trod upon and pillaged.

Forcibly violated and voraciously consumed.

I give thanks to His Infernal Majesty

and his pharmaceutical empire

for their creation of painkillers

and their almighty erection medications.

For there is no greater foretelling

that humankind is heading in the right direction.

Join me, for we will rise.

Discerning believers can find us

in the classified section ofThe National Tribune,

if you've got the dedication.

Well, thank you, Mr. Pendleton.

It's always very illuminating for--

No. No.

N--

Charlie?

Help! Help me!

Help! Please!

Help! Help me!

Well, I have our case files for Topeka. Yeah.

Uh, in the spirit of cooperation,

maybe you could let me take a look

at what you've got on the Kit Carson killings.

Yeah. Well, as a professional courtesy, I was hoping that...

Is there anyone else that I can speak to?

And that's what my point is.

Belief is not enough to solve this case.

Yeah. Well, any information

would be really, really helpful.

Okay. Well, maybe I could speak to him.

When will he next be in?

Anything would be helpful.

Any information on the Slasher killings in Las Vegas or--

Okay. Well, maybe I can leave my number in case you change your mind.

Thank you.

Thanks for nothing.

Hate you all.

I want to put in a classified ad.

How much is it for Sunday?

The national ad.

Will you take a credit card number?

First line of the ad is, "M N O."

Capital "M," space. Capital "N," space.

Capital "O."

Under that,

"To those who also share faith.

Seeking our mutual friend.

Need help.

Please reply."

Let Chicago know.

So long as they're kept in the loop,

maybe they'll stay out of our hair.

DC gets CC'd on everything, those SOBs.

Okay, right now I need two equally important things

brought to me in the next 15 minutes.

The entire forensics workup on the Slasher

and a chicken salad sandwich.

Excuse me. Are you Agent Zolan?

Uh, sorry, I was looking for you.

And you are?

Officer Jane Archer of the Kansas state police.

I was told you're heading up the Slasher investigation.

May I?

If you don't mind, I'd like to look over your shoulder

for a day or two.

I realize it's an unusual request.

You're joking, right?

Pretty serious, actually.

You know, the trooper that was murdered in Kansas,

he was my husband.

I was with him when he died.

Is it so much to ask, just...

help me fill in the blanks?

I feel for you.

We're all sorry for your loss.

The KHP's loss.

But with due respect,

I don't appreciate having my arm twisted.

What are you even looking for, Trooper?

Take a nickel's worth of free advice,

go home.

Hello.

Yeah, hello.

Is this Trooper Archer? Jane Archer?

Yeah, who is this?

This is Agent Becky Collins.

We crossed paths at the FBI field office earlier.

I'm thinking maybe we should talk.

- There you go. - Thanks.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I really appreciate you meeting with me.

Yeah. Well, next round is definitely on you.

If Zolan knew I was walking you through this, he'd, uh...

Screw it.

As we know, the first killings were 16 days ago.

Death Valley Junction. A tiny place.

He dismembered the Durk's Paint shopkeeper there.

Stole money, credit card numbers,

tools, clothing, food.

The victims he chooses, there are those of pure opportunity

and those he takes something specific from,

like the pharmacist from Colorado.

Yeah, he'll kill for painkillers and psychotropics.

Percocet, Percodan, OxyContin.

We don't think he's dealing.

He's taking these drugs himself. All of them.

And the gun shop in, uh, Nevada, was it?

That's him. He broke in after hours.

Got away with at least one pistol, a shotgun, plenty of ammo

and the shop's owner was a collector.

He had a secret stash of hand grenades.

Now, all missing.

- Jesus. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And, um, the library in Cedar City, Utah.

He killed the security guard and the librarian.

Yeah. We got that surveillance.

What did he want from a public library

that he couldn't get off the Internet?

Well, if there's one thing the FBI still does well,

it's track the Internet,

and he's not on it.

He took exactly two books from a set of encyclopedias.

"N" and "T."

"N" and "T."

His mission, if he even has a mission,

has him heading east from motel to motel.

Sometimes spending whole days in one place.

How do you know he's been staying at motels?

I assumed he'd been living in his vehicle.

If you want, I can show you.

He was here three days ago. Three days after Kansas.

Checked in in the dead of night.

On foot, paid cash.

Hotel clerk was a total stoner.

Couldn't give a description.

Didn't even have him register. Worthless.

Middle of the next day, the maid ignored

the "Do not disturb" sign on the doorknob

or didn't see it somehow, let herself in.

He used an axe, cut her in half.

This seems to have gotten his creative juices flowing.

This is how he leaves all the crime scenes.

"Open the gates."

Our analysts say he's obsessed with having his achievements seen.

Can I use your computer?

Take a look at this.

It's from those murders in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Church killings, years ago.

He was a satanist. Richard Reeves.

Richard Joshua Reeves. He killed 13 people.

Similar profile.

We're aware.

Those kind of satanic symbols and phrases do tend to overlap,

but our guy, he's not really copycatting.

Reeves was a mass murderer, not serial.

Maybe an admirer of Reeves, at least.

Inspired by him.

Okay, judging by the distances he's been traveling,

in the next day or two, this is where he'll actually be.

Somewhere between Columbus, Ohio, and Wheeling, West Virginia.

110 miles, 25 exits, give or take.

This is the best chance anyone has of running him down.

Well, I don't know if it's right to wish you luck,

so I'll just say be careful.

Thanks for sticking your neck out.

I wish there was some way I could repay the favor.

I'll pass your theories along.

For all the good that'll do.

I'm not allowed to be telling you what I'm about to tell you.

There's a small construction and demolition company

near Kansas City.

A quantity of explosives were stolen.

Explosives?

Dynamite.

About 20 pounds or so of old-school, volatile TNT.

Enough to do significant damage.

Manson and "The Family,"

as the cult members called themselves,

killed seven people in the infamous Tate-LaBianca murders of 1969.

Messages were left written on the walls in blood.

Devil worship was also the motive 20 years ago,

when teenager Richard Joshua Reeves committed the grisly killings

at Christ Cross Church in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Reeves murdered 13 hostages inside the church,

including a priest,

while performing what authorities described

as a ritualistic black mass.

Slasher, killing all those people.

When this is over, you wanna know who's gonna be behind it?

The government.

I read on 8chan how our government,

they've been keeping criminals in secret military prisons

for doing experiments on.

Now one of those criminals finally escaped.

Z100.5, we'll begin another

commercial-free block of smooth jazz in a moment.

But first, the Satanic Slasher.

Hello?

Can I help you?

I'm listening.

I've always liked priests.

When I was just a young boy,

my priest, he took me under his wing.

You could say

that he made me into the man that I am today.

Oh, that's good, my son. Very good.

And have you come to, uh, confess?

- Not exactly. - Pardon me?

Congratulations.

Oh. Thank you.

That reminds me, um,

could I get a glass of milk, please?

Thank you.

Jesus.

Richard Joshua Reeves

slaughtered the 13 men and women

he briefly held hostage inside the church that March afternoon.

He claimed that human sacrifice was necessary

to, quote, "fulfill his obligation to Satan."

In a coordinated siege upon the church,

Harrisburg police officers

managed to capture Reeves alive.

In 2004, facing a death sentence,

Reeves finally met his end

when he was shot and killed while attacking a prison guard

in the federal penitentiary where he was held.

We're asking all the major East Coast hotel chains

to help us find the Slasher.

Yes, sir.

The suspect is almost certainly a white male.

Above average height, stocky build,

will be traveling alone, pays in cash.

Whatever you do, do not confront this man.

If you have suspicions

about a guest you feel fits the description,

call 911.

Afternoon, sir. Officer Archer.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but we'd actually like some help

watching out for the interstate killer.

The Slasher.

Oh.

What little information we have, I'd like to run by you

in case any of your guests match the profile.

He'd be a white male, alone, paid in cash most likely.

Police have made it sound like

he's likely not gonna come around here.

Yeah, uh, I'm starting to think

they're probably right about that actually.

And I wasn't working the desk last night

so I don't know how helpful I can be.

I...

I can check the register.

We still have our guests sign in.

There's no one staying alone.

All right. Uh, maybe I'll just leave you my number.

Um, thanks for your time.

Oh. There's one gentleman.

Uh...

Checked in last night. Alone.

Uh, Mr. Reeves.

What did you say?

Uh, Reeves. Late last night. R.J. Reeves.

- May I... May I look at that? - Yep.

Room 105?

Go down the hall, make a left. Outside.

Okay, I'm gonna need that key, sir.

Okay, you call the police, you tell them the Slasher is here.

This is not a prank call. This is for real.

Call them now.

Hello.

Hello.

I saw your answer in the newspaper.

Oh, so you're one of our brethren, huh?

Looking for someone to lend you a hand?

I'm looking for friends who share my affinity for discretion.

I need help finding someone,

but it needs to be done discreetly.

And it needs to stay offline.

Where are you?

Pennsylvania.

Well, you're not far from us actually.

Why don't you come talk to us tonight?

Mr. Pendleton happens to be hosting some of his latest associates.

Hi, Agent Collins, it's Jane Archer.

I'm on my way to Baltimore

tracking a 410 area code number.

If there is any way you can help me out

by matching an address to this number,

I'd hugely appreciate it.

Hi.

The gate's broken. Just one sec.

It used to open by itself, but now it doesn't.

There you go.

Let me get that for you. I--

Okey dokey. Um, I was just gonna take it.

I was gonna put it in the back, but...

Not a problem.

You sit right there.

Oh, uh, what did you say your name was again?

Richard.

Well, Richard,

first I have to ask, for my own protection

and the protection of my employer...

are you a cop?

Policeman?

- No. - Okay.

Because if you are and you say you're not,

that's just, um, like...

Anyway,

I guess however we can help a fellow believer, we will.

You know about us using the classifieds.

We're all in this together, right?

I need information.

Yeah, well, Mr. Pendleton will give you an earful.

Enlightenment, more like.

He is a great magus. He is.

He keeps that on the down-low these days, obviously.

But he says he's got a good feeling about you,

you know, good vibrations.

You are his invited guest

so he's just excited to meet ya.

And I'm, uh, Marvin, by the way.

Come on.

You've heard of Mr. Pendleton, right?

Yeah, he made his money in the supermarket biz,

years ago.

You can set that down right there if you'd like.

Or keep it with you. Whatever.

Uh... Just follow me.

Come on.

...in the middle of the forest,

and it's on a river. It's really--

Oh. Well, well. Our guest has finally arrived.

Yes, please, make yourself welcome.

If you're hungry, there's plenty of food left over.

Yes.

So, ladies, gentlemen,

meet another traveler on the left-hand path.

Uh, mister...

Richard.

Uh... Just Richard.

Richard. Well, okay.

- Well, thank you, Marvin. - Yeah.

You know, my seer told me to expect a visitor,

a visitor who would have a profound influence on my life.

Are you he, Richard?

You know, it's really quite remarkable

that you're here at all, Richard,

let me tell you.

Lucky for you, Marvin here,

he makes a hobby out of scouring the classifieds.

Always on the lookout for any voice in the wilderness.

I go through it all.

When he showed me your ad,

I was flabbergasted.

I need information,

information that benefits us all...

if you are who you claim you are.

And I don't have the means to get it.

Oh, well, then, have Marvin help you with that.

Easily done. Our smartest, most committed acolyte.

Not a problem.

Now, what say, let's hear a little about yourself.

How long have you had the knowledge?

As long as I can remember.

Oh, splendid.

Then your family were followers?

I have no family.

So you found the Fallen One all on your own?

You know, I've always said the truest believers

are not the recruits

but those who sought out the faith.

Hail, Satan!

- Hail, Satan. - Hail, Satan.

I live to serve him,

and I'll die to serve him.

Wonderful.

You know, there are those who say that the party's over for us.

The reality is, my friend,

the party has just begun.

I mean, look around.

Turn on the television.

Satan rules over this world.

I mean, can there be any doubt?

The oil conglomerates and the government

work hand in glove to wage war

and to drain the planet of every last vestige of life...

Human beings will, you know, soon have devolved

into pod-dwelling, cyber cavemen...

A wizened, naked old man

with his engorged cock fairly vibrating...

The time for exploring

life's sinful perversions is now,

the golden age of human depravity.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah!

Any more sweet 'n sour?

That was a vibrant speech from Mr. Pendleton.

You can tell Mr. Pendleton likes you.

It's this way.

This is your room.

Anyway, what was this information you keep asking about?

Someone I need to find.

Okeydokey. Fine.

Well, there is this detective that Mr. Pendleton uses from time to time.

Good, then he's a man of discretion.

Well, you can probably imagine Mr. P's

need to protect himself from his enemies.

What's the name of the person that you're looking for?

Looking to, uh, put a hex on them?

I don't know their name.

Right, well, uh, how am I supposed to find them?

I know what they do.

Well, you've lost me.

I know what city they're in.

Okay. I... I still don't follow.

There's a certain city.

I need to know who there does this job,

who they are,

where they live.

Right.

...facing accusations of vigilantism

earlier in the week

since Officer Archer's husband,

also a Kansas state trooper,

was slain in cold blood by the Slasher.

I said everything I've got to say at the FBI press briefing

so please leave me alone.

Listen, he's still out there, killing every chance he gets.

If I have the chance to somehow help track him down,

then why wouldn't I do exactly that?

We looked into the newspaper ads weeks ago,

Trooper Archer.

There's no evidence connecting them to the Slasher.

Anyone could be responsible.

We're not wasting manpower on a hunch.

I'll advise you again, go back to Kansas before you get yourself killed.

The FBI's got this, and you're way out of your lane.

You've reached 555-0324.

Leave a message.

Officer Archer,

we bumped into each other at the motel the other day.

I'm flattered you've been following my work.

I'll be leaving you some new pieces along the way.

On the 28th, we will open the gates.

Give my regards to your husband.

Fiat voluntas eius.

Carnem eius cum carne celebremus.

We call thee forth

to bear witness to our carnal devotions.

Let others celebrate the death of their hippie superhero.

We celebrate the life and infernal majesty

of Lord of the Flies.

Hail, Abaddon.

Hail, Abaddon.

Hail, Abaddon.

Hail, Abaddon.

Hail, Satan!

Hello? Uh...

Oh. Hey, there you are.

Listen, uh, got what you wanted.

Our private detective guy, he came through.

Seems like it was no biggie.

You're welcome.

Hey! Uh...

What? So-- So that's it?

You're leaving?

Hey.

Look... ...I really think that you should wait

and say goodbye to Mr. Pendleton, don't you?

I mean, that's the least that you could do.

Come on. He's going to wonder why you left all of a sudden

without saying "thank you."

It just... It's kind of a common courtesy.

That's all it really is. I...

I... Look...

What are you doing?

Your friends are going to hell ahead of schedule.

What the hell?

You're not like them.

I believe you believe.

Are you... You're him.

You're the Slasher.

Leave.

Never look back.

Keep silence...

...or I'll find you.

I will.

Whoa, whoa, wait!

No, no, no.

Pazuzu.

Pazuzu, be gone.

Pazuzu.

Pazuzu, be gone.

They are seven.

They are seven.

Fuck! Fuck!

What I had, I gave to you Feds

and to everyone and anyone who would listen.

I gave you everything. Everything.

So, where the fuck was everyone?

I got here! Where the fuck were you?

We don't know. We don't have any evidence of what went down here.

I saw him. I told you. It was him.

I mean, you do realize we're fielding something like

two dozen bogus leads by the hour?

Just listen to me.

Twenty years ago,

devil-worshipper Richard Joshua Reeves

committed the church killings in Harrisburg.

A few years later, the satanic metal band Demon Fist

started writing songs about Reeves inspired by him.

They even posed for one of their album covers

in front of the abandoned church where the murders took place.

Now, because of Reeves,

and probably because of those albums,

that church, Christ Cross Church,

is a mecca for would-be satanists.

Reeves inspires Demon Fist.

Demon Fist and Reeves inspire the Slasher.

He is quoting titles and lyrics from these albums.

And the whole time,

the Slasher is using Reeves's name,

maybe even thinks he is Reeves.

I'm telling you, the psycho wants to finish it there.

The Slasher is going to Harrisburg.

In other news outside the Slasher killings,

today marks the 28th anniversary

of Three Mile Island,

the worst civilian nuclear disaster in American history.

We were outside early that morning,

March 28th.

And the ground started to shake.

My sister says, "That's an earthquake."

And I said, "It don't feel like an earthquake.

An earthquake, it don't make sounds like that."

I said, "I think something happened at Three Mile Island."

They told us we had to evacuate our homes immediately

before a hole got burned down to the center of the Earth.

We abandoned everything. Our homes, our belongings.

We were terrified.

Well, since we're on the subject,

I firmly believe that it's important to remember history,

even if it's dark or unpleasant.

Maybe especially if it's dark and unpleasant,

because we have to learn from our mistakes.

I'm not arguing with that,

but sometimes we just have to let things go.

So, why don't you call her and find out?

She's your sister, isn't she?

If she's my sister,

that makes her your sister too.

I'm aware. I'm well aware.

- Leonard Wilkes. - Oh, fuck!

Do you love your wife?

Well, look who finally decided to show up.

But where are you?

"3M1.

3MI."

Today marks the March 28th anniversary

of Three Mile Island,

the worst civilian nuclear disaster in American history.

What did he want from a public library?

He took exactly two books. "N" and "T."

...when the uranium core

of the Harrisburg power plant

partially melted down,

spewing radiation over Pennsylvania

and neighboring states.

A quantity of explosives was stolen.

Old-school, volatile TNT.

They told us we had to evacuate our homes immediately,

before a hole got burned down to the center of the Earth.

Oh, my God.

Christ, Leo. Didn't you work already?

Just got called back in by Kreiger, so it's, uh...

It's urgent, so...

Yeah.

Pop the back.

Hurry up. Come on. Let's go. You know the drill.

All right, let him through.

We're almost there. Please.

Keep going.

This is not a joke. You need to send officers right away.

Do you understand?

There's going to be an attack on Three Mile Island.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be okay, okay?

I'll be back. I promise, okay? You'll be okay.

I love you. I'll be back.

No, no. Please. No.

Please.

No, please. Please. Please.

Please. Please, you don't need me anymore.

You can let me go.

You don't have to do this.

Just let me go.

No, no, no.

How you help me now decides who lives or dies.

I'm Highway Patrol Officer Jane Archer.

Listen to me. I have every reason to believe

there's about to be an attack on this plant.

What are you talking about?

He's here. He's already here.

There's something going on

at control reactor one.

Open the gates! Do it!

- You, ride with me. - Hold on. Just hold on.

Look, I know who he is.

I can help you stop him, but we need to move.

Okay.

Let us through, then lock it down and call it in.

Get out.

Jesus!

Come on. Spread out. Go, go, go.

I got your six. Come on.

- Let's go. - We're in. Hup!

- Move it, move it. - Go, go, go.

On me, on me.

Go!

Watch it. Here we go.

- Stay close. - Yeah.

Go, go, go.

He's locked in the control room.

He's taken Leo hostage.

I need this hallway, people. Everyone, back the hell off.

Anyone from operations or engineering, follow me.

Do this one last thing,

and I'll let you out.

Your wife's waiting for you.

Or don't do it.

And I'll kill you.

What have we got?

Reactor one's operating at 75%.

The problem is Leo's flushing the core.

He overrode the system. He's...

He's purging the coolant. All of it.

Water levels are plummeting.

The emergency system will kick in

once the core temperature rises above nominal.

He's gonna kill that man. Leo.

This isn't a hostage situation.

There's not gonna be a negotiation.

Look, I know how this sounds,

but the guy in there, that's the Slasher.

I've been following him, and this has been his plan all along.

His suicide.

He's very dangerous.

He has explosives. He will have brought them.

If he blows up the IC system, we're done.

No, no, no. Please, no.

Please, please, please.

He's gonna use the grenade as a detonator.

That much TNT...

It can take out the entire control room.

Well, can't you just shut it down before he does anything?

You must be able to do that.

Not from outside the control room, no.

He's gonna fucking melt us down.

He's gonna take out a city full of people.

More like the entire East Coast.

Security,

you've got to get in there right now.

You have to get in there and stop him.

Is there another way into the control room?

The ventilation system?

It's secure. That's the whole point.

It's even designed to keep a radiation leak out.

All right, people. Listen up.

Notify the NRC and Civil Defense.

Tell them Three Mile Island is on the verge of catastrophic failure.

If we're lucky, they've got two, maybe three hours

to try to evacuate all of central Pennsylvania.

There might be a way. Come on.

This has been closed since... ...forever.

It's plexi.

It's bulletproof, I'm sure.

Stop!

Hey!

It's over. There's no way. I...

Sorry, but fuck this.

Hail Satan!

Welcome your servant into the kingdom of hell.

All in your name, Almighty Diabolus.

Open the gates!

Go to hell, psycho.

Authorities are remaining tight-lipped

about the status of the investigation.

Why are there Satanic Slashers?

Is it Richard Joshua Reeves?

There's no doubt in my mind

that the Three Mile Island killer is in fact The Satanic Slasher.

There is speculation over whether

the Three Mile Island killer may still be alive.

See, I told you.

Our government is creating human monsters

and releasing them back into the world.

Shown here on archival footage

is Richard Joshua Reeves's 1999 arrest

and conviction for the Christ Cross mass murder,

which was thought to have brought an end to his killing spree.

That tragedy now pales in comparison

to the trail of death he left in his wake

in the past few weeks as The Satanic Slasher.

At a minimum, he is responsible for 48 deaths

on his recent murder spree.

And some claim that he may have survived

his suicide run at Three Mile Island.

A spokesperson for the FBI denies those claims,

insisting Reeves suffered several gunshot wounds

including one to the head, which ultimately proved fatal.

Welcome home, Reeves.

Yeah, Death Valley missed you.