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(dark orchestral music)
(Hayden breathes heavily)
- [Killer] The world is composed of two different
states of existence amongst all creatures.
Predator or prey.
You're either one or the other.
You ever heard a dying deer before,
just scream out in terror?
- [Fawn] No! No!
(Hayden cries)
(dark orchestral music continues)
(birds chirping) (dark music continues)
(ominous music) (Fawn breathes muffled)
(Fawn breathes muffled and frightened)
It's the screaming terror that comes from their realization
of becoming prey.
(Fawn screams)
- No! No!
Stop! Please!
I have a family! Please don't!
No!
No, don't! Please!
(ax thuds) (Fawn screams)
It attracts them, yet repulses them at the same time.
(ax thuds) (Hayden grunts)
That's me.
(ax thuds) (bones crack)
I'm the wolf.
But no matter how much I don't want to,
I still have to kill 'em.
The deer.
Even when I sink my teeth in,
and they're screaming stops,
but the sound doesn't.
And then I realize
it's me screamin' now.
And I'm the one that can't stop.
(Hayden sobs) (bleak orchestral music)
(Hayden grunts)
(Hayden sighs)
(ominous music)
(Edi gasps) (dark music)
(Edi pants)
(Edi whimpers)
(switch clicks)
(Edi coughs and vomits)
(Edi pants)
(dark music continues)
(Edi sighs)
(dark music continues)
(Edi whimpers)
(Edi screams)
(Edi sobs)
- [Edi] Joel!
Joel!
(Edi gasps)
(switch clicks)
(Edi sighs)
(muffled police radio chatter)
(brooding piano music) (camera shutter clicks)
- I think this is gonna be that missing female
the PD reported about a week ago.
I remember, um, something about a tattoo on her inner wrist.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Let's see.
Bolo.
Harrington.
First name, Fawn.
(chuckles) Fitting name.
- Damn, Edi.
Good catch.
I'm gonna go call over to the city
and see if we can get next of kin together to confirm it.
- Okay. Thanks for that.
(brooding orchestral music)
- You think they're connected?
The Moody girl and this?
- Hard to tell at this point.
I mean, the...
Cora Moody had her neck snapped.
Didn't have nearly as a violent death as this poor thing.
These are sharp-edged, yet blunt-force lacerations.
Like...
Chopping marks,
on a block.
Had to have been a type of ax or something.
Nothing quick at all, or surgical.
(chuckles) This was savage.
And in frustration.
And Cora Moody was killed nearly as expected.
I mean, there was a struggle,
but nothing outside what the killer had planned.
This was a more, um,
unexpected, and spontaneous.
This was a means to an end.
Nothing similar at all between these two.
Nothing that I can see, at least.
But, um...
Sometimes, the little things...
Sometimes, the little things is what opens our eyes.
Here.
(birds squawking)
(brooding orchestral music)
- Run this to the lab for me? - You got it.
- Thanks.
(brooding orchestral music)
(card reader bleeps)
(distant phone rings)
(footsteps clacking)
(knocks on door)
- Hey, Sarge.
You got a minute?
- Yeah, Reece.
Missed you this morning. - (chuckles) Yeah.
One of the few times I've ever been happy
to present to the grand jury.
I'm glad I missed it.
Looks like some real ax murderer type shit.
- Yeah.
It was.
There was a complete separation of the right foot.
Most of the right leg, part of the right shoulder,
and the head was chopped nearly in half at the face.
- Jesus.
- You look like you're hurtin' a little bit more than usual.
- No, I'm fine. Just this fuckin' weather.
You know, anytime it gets humid,
everything just stiffens up.
Feeling more and more like an old man every day. (chuckles)
- [Edi] (chuckles) Old man, my ass.
Oldest 30-year-old I've ever seen, then.
- Shit, you know that working in law enforcement is
like dog years.
At this point, I'm a senior citizen,
...which I guess makes you ancient.
- Oh!
All right then, Chuckles!
You can kindly fuck the fuck right outta my office.
Hey! Why don't you go do some work for a change?
(Reece sighs)
- Don't hate me for my youthful good looks.
I'm as God made me. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hey.
Why don't you keep walkin',
and go get a haircut while you're at it?
You aren't a narc anymore.
- You know my wife would kill you,
if you made me cut off these curly locks.
Plus, I've been trying to keep the beard
nice and respectable for ya.
- You still look like a scrote bag
that'd sell fentanyl to his own mother.
- That's why I was so good at my job.
Hey.
Don't let that shit eat you up too much.
Just another body. Just another case.
(Edi sighs)
(somber music)
- Just another case.
(engine hums)
(brakes squeaking)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revs)
(crickets chirping)
- How was school today?
- Fine.
- Yeah?
How's Ms. Martinez?
She still doing fun things with the class?
- She's not my teacher anymore!
That was first grade. My teacher is now Ms. Riley.
(Edi sighs)
I'm sorry, No-Nos.
- Don't call me No-Nos!
I don't like that name anymore.
- Well, you used to.
You used to love it!
- Yeah. When I was five.
Dad, can I go watch TV?
- I don't know. Ask your mother.
She's right over there.
She came all the way to see you tonight.
(bleak music)
- No, it's, it's okay.
It's okay.
Go ahead, Noah.
Go watch cartoons.
- [Joel] Hey.
Plate.
- Wow.
That's new.
- Yeah. Well...
Trying to teach him how to be self reliant
and respectful to the cook.
- He is a little young to be doing dishes, but uh,
I like it.
- He can't be a mama's boy forever.
- Yeah.
I can see that's already stopped.
I can't even get him to look at me without asking first.
- (chuckles) Well, can you blame him?
You've been gone for four months.
That's a long time for a little kiddo.
That's a long time for us.
- Yeah.
- I saw the news tonight.
And that woman y'all found on River Road.
Pretty bad, huh?
- Yeah.
- Wanna talk about it?
- Not particularly.
- That's understandable.
It's a rough thing.
But if you want to talk about it, I'm here.
- Work is work.
Okay?
Bad things happened and they called us in to deal with it.
As usual.
And as usual, I don't wanna talk about it.
Especially with a shrink.
- Yeah.
I'm not a shrink right now.
I'm just a husband trying to talk to his wife.
It's me.
- I don't...
I don't wanna talk about it.
Even with you.
- Some things just never change.
(Joel sighs)
(plate clacks)
(Joel sighs)
Have a good night.
(footsteps clacking)
- Goodnight.
(suspenseful music)
(Footsteps on grass and pavement)
(suspenseful music continues)
(muffled chatter from TV)
(brooding string music)
(Hayden breathes heavily)
(ominous music)
- Please don't.
Please don't.
No.
No, no, no, no.
No.
Please.
No.
(Hayden screams) (ominous music continues)
(Hayden grunting)
(barbell clunks)
(ominous music continues)
(crickets chirping)
(gravel crunches under footsteps)
(suspenseful music)
- Hello?
Hello?
Are you okay?
Do you need help?
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
(Taylor screams)
- [Hayden] Come on.
(Taylor screams) (Hayden pants)
(garage door humming)
(shoes scraping)
(dark orchestral music)
(Hayden grunts and pants)
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
(lawnmower motor buzzes)
(Taylor whimpers)
(Taylor screams) (cage rattles)
- Help!
(Taylor whimpers)
Help!
Hello!
(Taylor screams)
(lawnmower motor buzzes)
(Taylor whimpers)
Help! (cage rattles)
Hello!
(Taylor screams)
(lawnmower motor buzzes)
(Taylor pants)
No.
Please!
Please help! (sobs)
Oh, God.
(door clicks open) (suspenseful music)
(door thuds)
(refrigerator door clicks open)
(bottle clinks)
(refrigerator door thuds)
(suspenseful music continues)
- You want some water?
- No.
No.
- Hm?
Speak up. Can't hear you.
- No.
- You sure?
'Cause I won't always be around to get it for you.
- I don't, I don't... (sighs)
I...
(Hayden sighs)
(bottle clunks)
(door thuds)
(brooding piano music)
- Oh, Edi! Edi.
- [Edi] Yeah.
Morning, Sheriff. Morning, Chief.
- Edi, this is my good friend Jim Sutton.
Jim, this is Corporal Edi..
Whoa, I'm sorry. You're a sergeant now, aren't you?
- (chuckles) Yes. - Wow. Time flies.
Sergeant Edi Sharp, one of my top investigators.
- Yes, sir. Mr. Sutton and I have met a few times before.
- Wait a sec.
You're that lady cop that arrested all those crack heads
that were stealing copper from my construction sites.
What was that? Maybe eight, nine years ago?
- Yes, sir.
Back when I used to work property crimes.
I dealt with a lot of thefts for you, back then.
- Y'all still do.
You put away one of those tweakers,
and five more take their place.
It's never-ending battle, keeping them off my job sites.
Uh, Edi, have you met Jim's daughter?
- Don't think I have. - Hi. Shelby.
Nice to meet you, ma'am. I mean Sergeant.
- Oh, no. You can call me Edi. (chuckles)
- Now, uh, Shelby here was just telling us
she wants to be a cop.
She's going to college for it, right now.
- Oh, is that right? - Yes, ma'am.
I'm going to Midwestern State for my criminal justice degree
but I really wanna get into forensic investigation.
- Oh, then you just met the perfect person for that.
Edi here is one of the top investigators in the state.
I mean, hell, she just caught that baby killer,
Finley Rawls, murdering kids all up and down the state,
until she got him.
Now, he's sitting in our jail,
not a hundred yards from where we're standing.
- Really?
- It was, um...
It was a group effort. - (chuckles) Oh, yeah, right.
- All right, well call it whatever you wanna call it.
He's in jail now because of her.
Shelby, go finish college, and go to the academy
and I guarantee you, you'll have a job here,
as long as I'm sheriff.
- Thank you, sir. (chuckles)
- Who knows? Maybe one day she'll take your job.
- Oh. (chuckles)
I'm sure there's room for two of us here.
(Jim chuckles)
- All right, Edi. I don't wanna keep you.
She's investigating those two killings we had
up at the north end of the county.
- Really? Are they connected?
Are there any suspects?
- Maybe.
And not yet.
Well, uh, it was a pleasure to meet y'all.
Bye. - Bye.
(somber orchestral music)
- You've been going through that water pretty good, huh?
It's okay. Don't be scared.
It's not a bad thing.
That's why I gave it to you.
When's the last time you went to the bathroom?
(suspenseful music)
Look.
I know you're scared.
I am too.
I'm new to this, just the same as you,
and I'm not exactly sure
how this whole thing is supposed to work.
If I were gonna do something to you,
I would've already done it.
I think we can both agree on that.
You've been in there three days and I know
I would've already pissed all over myself, if I were you.
So, that tells me you're a much stronger person
than I would be in this situation.
If you need to go to the bathroom, now's the time to say it.
(urine splashes)
(toilet flushes)
(suspenseful music)
(muffled chatter from TV)
You can sit down, if you'd like.
I know it can't be comfortable,
shoved in that thing all day.
(suspenseful music continues)
What do you wanna watch?
- Huh?
- On TV. What do you wanna watch?
- Just whatever you want?
- Does this work for you?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Hey. Heard back from DPS.
Got the lab results back on Cora Moody.
- Something I could work with, I hope.
- I don't know about that.
- What? - Uh...
No signs of trauma to the vagina, anus or oral areas.
No detection of semen or foreign saliva.
Not even a residual from a recent,
more consensual, less tragic encounter.
Zero. - Fuck.
So much for a good body fluid DNA sample.
Well, I mean, the poor girl is still dead, but at least she
didn't have to go through all of that before he killed her.
Silver linings, I guess.
- We did find some new hairs on Cora's shirt,
right around the back neck line.
- Unless there's a DNA result, I don't care at this point.
- They did.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Uh, five hairs from three different subjects.
Number one was from Cora herself.
Number two was from her grandma that she visited
approximately two hours before her murder.
And number three was from her asshole Shih Tzu
that bit Lieutenant Cummings at the scene.
- Four weeks.
Four weeks for waiting for lab results and then that's it.
That's all they have to show for it?
I mean, anything on the bleached hands, at least? Something?
- No. They scraped, tested.
Scraped 'em again, tested 'em again.
Found nothin'.
No blood, no clothing fibers, no hair fibers, no skin cells.
Nothin'.
I mean, she had to have clawed him,
or scratched him or somethin'.
'Cause he took extra care to clean up her hands,
before he dumped her.
I mean, he must've used a pick or somethin'
to get up under her fingernails, 'cause they found minor
postmortem lacerations under every nail on her right hand,
and then soaked in straight up bleach.
I mean, who the hell does that? Nobody.
- Right. Who does this guy think he is?
Keyser fuckin' Soze?
Oh, he's here one minute,
and then he's gone without a trace, the next?
I wanna know why.
I wanna know what makes him do what he does.
I wanna know what makes him tick.
- He's smart. I'll give him that.
- He's not so smart,
as he's resourceful.
In the moment.
I mean, I don't think we're dealing with Stephen Hawkins'
second fuckin' cousin here.
He's just a normal guy.
He's nothing special.
That, I can see.
He just, um...
He knows how to stay one step ahead of us.
And at any moment, we can turn that on a dime, in our favor.
I'm going for a walk.
- Bullshit.
You're going to see your friend.
- Who? - [Reece] You know who.
The only man in your life, besides your husband and me.
- He isn't a friend.
He's more like a caged animal
who I have limited time to study and learn from.
- [Reece] He's been on a waiting list
for the state hospital for years.
I doubt they're gonna find a bed for him anytime soon.
The man's got his time.
- He isn't a man.
He's a monster.
Nothing more.
(footsteps clacking) (dark music)
- [Guard] He's a killer, and a popular one of that.
He's already had one visitor today, according to the logs.
- [Edi] Oh, yeah?
Who?
- [Guard] Ranger Horton from up in Decatur.
"Keeper of the Cold Cases", as they like to call him.
- [Edi] Well, that's a new one.
The few rangers I worked around
liked to call him "Mr. Freeze" instead.
He's been here a lot lately.
- [Guard] Can you blame him?
You got possibly the most prolific child murderer
in Texas state history.
- [Edi] It's not catching 'em,
if they happen to fall into your hands by design.
- (whistles) Hey. - When they want to be caught.
- [Guard] Then why do you keep going to see him?
- Same reason as everyone else, I suppose.
I need to know why.
Morning. - Morning.
(keys clinking)
Mr. Rawls. You got a visitor.
- [Finley] Who is it?
Think I'm about all talked out today.
- It's, uh...
It's me, Finley.
Sergeant Sharp.
- Miss Edi.
Ooh, child!
(Finley chuckles menacingly)
I always have time for you.
(hatch thuds)
(keys clinking)
- Want me to stay?
- No.
I think we'll be fine.
(door clunks)
- Okay. I'll be right outside the door if you need me.
- [Finley] Thank you, Mr. Clarence.
(door slams)
I like Mr. Clarence.
He's a good man.
He don't treat me like the others do.
(eerie music)
- The others?
- The other guards.
Some of them are just downright mean.
Damn bastards. (chuckles)
As my granny used to say. (giggles)
I think some of them are just scared of me, though.
I don't want anybody to ever be scared of me, Miss Edi.
- I know you don't.
- That's why you're one of the good ones, child.
You ain't afraid of ol' Finley.
You're one of the children of God.
Just like me.
(Finley giggles)
- What are you making?
- Oh, it's just a silly ol' project I got.
Keep my mind occupied.
I thought I was gonna hurt myself last week and
I told them, no.
But the therapy lady from the state said yes.
They took my things, Miss Edi.
Even the clothes on my back.
- It's just a precaution, Finley.
For our safety.
And yours.
- Safe? (ominous music)
Safe!
Why, you're always safe with me, child.
- As you are with me.
- Good.
(Finley chuckles)
Ooh!
So, what do you wanna talk about today?
- Who's your friend?
(brooding music)
- Oh, that is just a little old friend.
I've been making a lot of old friends lately.
Mr. Horton, uh, he took a couple with him on his,
on his way out, but this one over here...
This little ol' girl's name was Janie.
Janie Suggs.
(Finley chuckles)
You know, she, uh...
She lived up in Baytown with her mama,
her sister, and two cats, if you can believe it.
Marley and Tommy were their names.
Marley was a, was a brown cat, and Tommy,
he's a, a zebra-striped, you know, kinda,
kinda like a tabby?
Janie
liked cats an awful lot.
I do too.
We used to talk about cats all the time,
when I'd go by and see her.
- What happened to Janie?
- She was gonna have to move away,
up to her daddy's house up in Round Rock.
She didn't like her daddy much.
He used to lie to her.
He lied all the time.
Lord!
How he would lie to her.
He'd tell her that he was gonna go watch her play soccer,
go to all the school events and whatnot,
this thing or that, even the Christmas play.
He said, oh, he'll be there.
And then he wasn't.
And that made Janie sad.
But I did go to that ol' Christmas play.
I hid up in there in the back.
Nobody else could see me.
But Janie did.
She knew I was there and that she could trust me.
She asked me if...
If I could stop her from having to go to her daddy's.
I said, "No.
I can't do that.
It's your mama's doing.
That has nothing to do with me."
She, uh...
She asked me if there was any way I can help her
not get sad anymore,
when her daddy told his lies.
I thought about it.
And thought some more.
(Finley giggles)
(suspenseful music)
Then I told her
I knew a way.
I asked Janie if she trusted me.
She said, yeah, she's always gonna trust me.
Grabbed my knife off my hip that I carried there,
most of my life.
And I stuck it in that sweet girl's chest,
all the way up to hilt.
And she just let out a gasp.
Sucked about the air just all around us.
Bet it sucked the air out of the whole world.
She looked down at my hand,
holding that knife,
and I just kept cuttin' and cuttin',
until the job was done.
Till I pulled that girl's heart,
plumb outta her chest,
still beatin' in my hand.
(Finley giggles) (dark music continues)
You know why I,
I cut into her?
Into her chest like that?
Her daddy had broken her heart
so many times,
I never wanted that sweet girl to have a broken heart again.
So, I cut it out.
And now...
She's happy and in a better place.
All because of ol' Finley.
There is power
in the blood, child.
(Finley giggles) (dark music continues)
- [Edi] What do you mean?
- That's the desire of the one you're looking for.
The girl killer.
Maybe it's the power of the blood that moves him forward,
makes him do what he's done.
There is power in the blood, child.
And it is strong.
- Maybe.
Thank you, Finley.
(knocks on door)
- Don't be a stranger now, Miss Edi.
Be a friend.
(Finley giggles)
(lock clacks)
(door slams) (Finley exhales deeply)
(gentle orchestral music)
(ominous swelling music)
(dark music)
(paper rustling)
(coins clinking) (machine bleeping)
(water splashing) (dark music continues)
(lock clacks)
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(footsteps clacking)
(refrigerator door clicks open)
(refrigerator door thuds)
(footsteps clacking)
- You want something to eat?
- Yes, please.
- Damn.
You were hungry.
- Yeah. It's been a while.
- I know.
And I'm sorry.
I sometimes forget to put other people's needs
in front of my own and get them what they need.
I wasn't a very good pet owner,
as you could tell by the empty cage.
- So, is that what I am?
A pet?
- No.
You're a human being, just the same as me.
We're both in a very fucked up situation and I'm just trying
to figure out how to resolve it the right way.
- You...
You can...
You can just let me go.
I, I promise I won't tell anybody anything.
I just wanna go home. - Mm-mm.
I can't do that.
You saw my face.
You know where I live.
- I don't. I don't know where you live.
I really don't, and I can forget your face.
I, I can forget everything about you, if you want.
I can do that. I swear!
I just wanna go back to my life. I just wanna live my life.
- We're not gonna talk about it anymore tonight.
Just eat.
- Yes, sir.
- You don't have to call me sir.
Just eat your tacos.
(paper rustling)
You want some hot sauce?
(Taylor sniffles)
(ominous music)
(Taylor pants)
- [Taylor] It's you!
You're the one from the news.
You killed those girls, didn't you?
- Yeah.
(Taylor sobs) (dark music continues)
I hate myself.
The way that I am.
I killed a girl in college.
I didn't know her.
I never know any of 'em.
And I know that sounds stupid
to someone who's never experienced it, but,
it's like something inside me just consumes me.
(dark music continues)
And I lose all control.
I don't know why I kept you alive.
It was like, suddenly, I had, I had some control back.
Like I was able to stop myself.
Like, for a moment, I was able to pull myself up,
out of the darkness and just take a breath,
and it worked, and...
You were alive.
I've killed five human beings in my life.
(Taylor sobs)
- One in college.
One, four years ago, up north,
when I was working on the pipeline.
And then it stopped.
It stopped for a long time.
Long enough for me to, you know,
think that maybe it was over.
You know, that I could control it.
But...
But then I find myself waking up again,
with these
blood-dried hands.
Bodies to dump.
I tried doing it to myself.
More times than I can count.
And I get right up to that moment,
and I can't pull the trigger.
Just once,
I wanna wake up and it be my blood, on my hands.
Not somebody else's.
(Hayden sighs)
Maybe you can.
(suspenseful music)
Here.
Do it.
- Please, no.
Please.
Please don't make me do it. I don't want to.
I just, just...
- Just...
Do it.
You can leave.
You can go.
You can go home.
You're free.
Just pick up the gun,
pull back the trigger,
and shoot.
(suspenseful music continues) (Taylor sobs)
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can't!
I don't wanna hurt anybody. I just... (sobs)
Please!
I'm sorry.
(Taylor sobs) (bleak piano music)
- Me too.
Me too.
(ominous swelling tones)
- You ready to be pissed off?
- Always pissed off.
Keeps my level of disappointment manageable.
What's this about?
- Fucking city and their secret squirrel shit.
Keeping information, now this.
They had a missing person over two weeks ago
that they just now put a bolo out for, today.
Taylor Maddox, white female, 24 years old.
Five-eight, red over green,
likes to jog at night in the city,
sometimes in the back roads, according to the family.
Pretty 20-something female.
It perfectly matches a victim selection
of our other two bodies.
- And they just sat on this?
Fucking typical.
You said she's been missing for two whole weeks?
- Yeah, family reported her after a couple days,
but we're most likely looking at 14-15 days
since she's been missing.
- No.
No, the way he's been dumping 'em out in the open,
somebody would've found her by now.
- Not if he buried this one.
- Or he's got her stashed somewhere.
Dead, but hopefully alive.
God, we could've had deputies out days ago, looking for her.
Assholes!
- That's not all.
Remember that body they had one or two weeks ago,
over near Scott off the strip?
- Yeah.
The crispy critter found near the dumpster. What of it?
- There's more to it than that.
- What?
Oh, let me guess.
It was one of our friendly neighborhood dope fiends
who hit a lick off the wrong motherfucker,
and ended up charbroiled for their trouble.
- I mean, you're not far off on the dope fiend part,
but it gets a little deeper than that.
Listen. (clears throat)
Natalie Cooke, 25.
She got priors for possession, PG one, prostitution,
going back three or four years.
She usually operated outta the Western Inn or Motel Texas,
but was also known to work the strip on foot,
looking for johns.
Now, city detectives got autopsy results back today,
and they were able to salvage some items from her burnt up
purse to get an ID and dental records confirmed it's her.
- Hmm. Sounds like a city problem.
Their body, their case.
- You'll be interested to know that they found chemical
traces on what was left of her skin and muscles.
The obvious accelerant was gasoline, but,
there was another chemical mixed in.
(ominous music)
- What?
- Bleach.
(Edi chuckles)
- Those assholes didn't know what they were sittin' on.
Get on the phone.
I want you to call your buddy over at the station.
I want copies of their files and that, that autopsy report!
- On it. - Good.
- And if that chief starts stirring up any shit about it,
you let me talk to that prick myself,
and we'll get it sorted out.
We gotta get moving on this now!
He's had almost a two-week head-start on us!
- Sarge, if this is our guy,
if this is him,
you know what that means, right?
- You tell me.
- We've got a serial killer on our hands.
(alarm bleeping) (ominous music)
The hell is that?
(alarm bleeping)
The jail.
I need you to go get Dez, now.
(lock clacks)
- It's too quiet. - It's way too quiet.
(alarm bleeping)
What the fuck is going on here?
- [Dez] Your guess is as good as mine.
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, who did this?
- Fuckin' Finley.
We checked in on him during the walk.
He hurt himself. He hurt himself real bad.
We went in to give aid until the ambulance got here,
but he did that just to draw us inside.
Then he came at us hard and heavy like a freight train.
Took us three minutes to get him in the goddamn chair!
He did all this in that amount of time.
- What did he do to himself?
- Ripped his goddamn eyeball out of his head,
and ate it in front of us.
- Okay.
You two stay here. I want you to help him.
- Hey, wait a second, Sarge! - No!
No, I said stay here.
I got this.
(Edi pants)
(hand slams)
(hand thuds)
(alarm bleeping) (suspenseful music)
(Edi pants)
(eerie tones)
(alarm bleeping) (suspenseful music continues)
♪ There's power ♪
♪ Power ♪
♪ Wonder-working power ♪
♪ In the blood ♪
♪ Of the lamb ♪
♪ There is power, power ♪
♪ Wonder-working power ♪
♪ In the precious ♪
♪ Blood of the lamb ♪
(alarm bleeping) (suspenseful music continues)
(Finley chuckling)
(Finley cackling wildly) (eerie music)
(hatch slams) (Finley cackling wildly)
(eerie music continues)
(Finley cackling wildly) (alarm bleeping)
(eerie music continues) (alarm bleeping)
(Edi sniffles and pants)
- We need some help back here!
Thanks.
For bringing the little one on such short notice.
- Hm.
No bother.
I mean, I'm honestly surprised that you called.
Normally, it's me begging you to come spend time with us.
- I know.
And I'm sorry for that.
I just, uh...
I just really need it today.
- You wanna talk about it?
- Not particularly.
But I may as well, because you'll just keep asking.
(both chuckling)
- What happened today? (Edi chuckles)
- Where to start?
(Edi sighs)
I've been tasked with catching a murderer.
He's killed at least three people that we know of.
I've been eating fuckin' Tums like their M&M's
for the last couple months.
And I've been away from my family, longer than that.
Dealing with my own shit.
And to top it off,
one of the most evil people
to ever walk the face of this earth,
decided to lose his shit,
and assaulted five jailers today.
One of which had to have his jaw wired shut.
And meanwhile?
He just, he sits there,
and he laughs when I walk up.
He laughs, like he's having the time of his life.
I've talked to him a million times
over the last couple years and I...
At any point, that could've been me.
Or worse.
- True.
Talked to Finley a lot since the arrest.
I mean... (clears throat)
Maybe he has some kind of begrudging respect for you
since you're the one that caught him.
Maybe that's what's kept him in check.
The criminally insane have their own set of moral values,
even if we don't understand 'em.
- Yeah.
I guess.
- Can we cut to the chase?
Can we talk about what's really bothering you?
Can we talk about the baby?
- Another time?
Noah.
Come here. Come say bye.
Come here, come here. (chuckles)
Bye bye. (warm orchestral music)
I love you. (chuckles)
I love you.
(warm orchestral music continues)
Come down. (chuckles)
You be good, okay?
(warm orchestral music continues)
(patrons chattering)
(Reece sighs)
(Reece clears his throat)
Mm.
Another one, please.
Thanks.
(suspenseful music)
- What's up, Sarge? - Sid Gilmour.
- [Reece] Who?
- Sid fucking Gilmour.
- Someone you know? - Yeah. (scoffs)
A frequent flyer, back in the day.
I dealt with him a lot when I was on patrol,
then later as an investigator.
Meth freak.
Woman-hater, wife-beater. General all-around psychopath.
One of the first big cases I took to court.
He kidnapped his ex-wife and beat the shit out of her
for three days straight.
Damn near to death.
They gave him 15 years.
It's only been half that since the conviction.
(Reece scoffs)
- Typical fuckin' justice system.
You know, some dumb college kid gets caught
smuggling weed gummies back from Colorado
and gets state pen time.
Meanwhile, someone like that's out,
halfway through their sentence on a violent crime.
Don't make any sense.
- [Edi] Nope. No, it doesn't.
(Sid whistles)
- It's kind of a coincidence he's back in town now.
- Yeah.
Right around the time a few women
start getting abducted and killed.
- Funny how that happens.
- Very.
I'll look into it.
(door clicks)
- Guess I'm buying her beer.
- Here.
You can close the door, if you'd like,
but leave it cracked a little.
Don't try to escape.
Don't do anything stupid.
Don't make it worse on the both of us.
When you're done, put your clothes in here
and I'll wash 'em in the morning before I go to work.
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(tape squeaks) (water splashes)
(distant horn honks)
(padlock clinks)
(suspenseful music)
(car door clicks open)
(car doors slamming)
- It took you long enough to find me.
- You always did work in an oil patch.
Figured pullin' units was the only work you could get.
- You'd be right.
But it's an honest pay for an honest day's work.
- No, that it is.
I'd rather you be doing this than stealing copper,
like you used to.
- I was a different person back then. You know that.
- Really?
Hm.
People don't just, uh, up and change.
- Prison makes you do that.
- Oh, cut the bullshit, Sid.
You've been down to TDC more times than I can count.
Never saw the difference when you came back.
- Yeah, on a one or two-year bit, if that.
Try a fuckin' decade in that fuckin' place.
That shit'll change you.
It'll make you wonder why the way you are,
the way you are.
And if you wanna be there for the rest of your fuckin' life.
I didn't want that.
So, what the hell you want from me, Deputy?
- What do you know about them girls
that were found on the north end?
The one on River Road, the other one near 171.
- I watched it on TV just like everyone else.
What the fuck does that have to do with me?
- Just odd, I guess.
What, you get back into town and women start getting hurt?
(Sid chuckles)
- You're really something, lady, you know that?
Yeah, sure. I admit it.
I was a terrible fuckin' person for a long fuckin' time.
But I was mainlining meth, or, or puffing clouds,
every waking moment that I had.
You have no idea. You've never been there.
You have no idea what it does to you.
What it does to your fuckin' brain.
I mean, I'm not a saint, by all means, but that shit?
That shit makes you turn into a fuckin' animal.
It made me an animal.
Now, I went inside for as long as I did,
and that shit helped me kick the shit to the side.
Then I took a long look at myself and I said, "Man",
I decided I wanted to see my kids grow up in person.
Not from a picture behind a pane glass, every, every year.
I'm clean.
You could call my P.O. right now,
and he'll tell you I haven't popped positive since the day,
day I got out.
And I haven't even touched a woman, either. I mean...
Much less put my hands on 'em.
I wake up every morning and I go to work.
Might have a beer, come home, watch TV, and go to bed.
That's my life now.
And I hope someday
that I get my kids back,
or have some sort of relationship with them,
before I fuckin' die.
That's what I'm doing now, okay?
Is that okay with you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
I gotta get back to work.
(Edi spits) (brooding music)
(car door clicks open)
(car door slams)
(hand thuds)
(distant traffic hums)
(footsteps clacking)
(eerie music)
(pocket knife clicks)
(suspenseful music)
(plastic bag rustling)
(car door clicks open)
- Can I help you, Officer?
- Uh...
No.
I was just, uh, looking at somethin'.
- Is everything all right with the Jeep?
Registration's up to date. I can assure you that.
- Oh, no. It's not that.
Say, uh, where'd you get that rope at?
- Rope? (suspenseful music)
Oh.
That rope? Uh...
Hell, I don't know. One of them online stores, I guess.
Probably one for off-roadin'.
Hell of a lot cheaper than buying it at retail.
- Well, what brand is it?
- Don't remember where I got it and you expect me
to remember what brand it is?
It's just some fuckin' rope.
Sorry for my language,
but just don't know why I'm walking out of a grocery store,
talking to a lady cop about some rope.
- What's your name?
- Hayden. - Last name?
- What's going on? Am I being detained?
- No.
- Then why are you asking me what my last name is?
I ain't done nothin' wrong,
unless grocery shopping became a crime recently.
- Oh, I...
I just saw something similar come up in one of my cases.
Thought maybe you could help me out.
- Look, I don't mind helping the police out.
I just don't see how some rope
hanging on the back of my Jeep makes me an expert.
I keep it around to use as a tow strap.
Am I free to go?
- Sure.
(car door clicks open)
(car door slams)
(tense music)
(engine revs)
- Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuckin' bitch.
(brakes squeaking) (tense music continues)
(car door clicks open)
(car door slams)
(car door clicks open)
(bags rustling)
(car door slams)
(lock clacks)
- [Taylor] Are you all right?
- Need to go the bathroom?
- Yes.
(padlock rattles) (tense music continues)
(Hayden exhales deeply)
(Hayden pants)
(tense music continues)
No! No, no, no, no, no!
What're you doing? Please, please!
Please stop! Don't do this!
Please don't go back! Don't go back!
Don't go back. (sobs)
- What did you say?
- Don't! Don't go back into the darkness!
You can stop.
You can stop. I've seen you stop before!
You can do it again! You told me!
You told me you did not want to go back into the darkness.
So, don't!
Don't. You have a choice.
Please. You have a choice.
(Taylor pants and sobs) (ominous music swelling)
- Get in there! (Taylor pants and sobs)
(cage rattling) (Taylor pants and sobs)
(Hayden sighs)
(crickets chirping) (distant chattering)
- It is okay. I'm parked back here.
(friends yelling)
(footsteps clacking)
(suspenseful music)
(distant cat meows)
(Shelby squeals) (suspenseful music swells)
(Shelby screams)
(knife hacks)
(dark music)
(Hayden grunting) (flesh squelching)
(dark music continues)
(Hayden pants)
(dark music swells)
(door clicks open)
(door thuds)
(Taylor whimpers) (eerie music)
- You think you fuckin' know me?
You don't.
- If you hadn't said anything earlier
and just let me finish you off,
some other girl would still be alive right now.
- No! (sobs)
(footsteps clacking)
- This is your fault.
Not mine!
You should've killed me when you had the chance.
(Taylor sobs)
(door creaks)
(door slams)
(Taylor sobs)
(wind whistles) (brooding music)
(car whooshing)
(brooding music continues)
(dirt crunching on tires)
- Is that my daughter? - Hold up.
- Is that my daughter in there?
- Wait, wait, wait a second. - God damnit!
Is that my daughter?
Shelby!
- It's all right. All right, hey, let him go!
- Getting my daughter! - Let him through.
- Go.
(Jim pants)
(somber music)
- No.
No! (sobs)
(Jim sobs)
Shelby! (sobs)
No.
That's my daughter.
(wind whistles) (somber music continues)
(ominous music)
(ominous music swelling)
- Come on, Sheriff. Come on.
Let's go.
(distant phone rings)
(knocks on door)
Sheriff, you wanted to see me?
- Yeah. (clears throat)
Edi, come on in.
Have a seat.
Edi, how long have you worked for me?
- 15 years, Sheriff.
- [Norman] And how long in CID?
- Nine years, Sheriff.
- Nine years.
Nine years of putting away
thieves and killers,
for me and for our citizens.
17 years for me in Investigations.
20 as Sheriff.
41 years total service time.
(Norman sighs)
I've seen plenty of killings.
Kids, too, I'm sad to say.
But in 40 years,
I've never seen anything like what I saw today.
That was a damn butchering.
It was pure evil.
It's like someone field dressed a deer, but, but it wasn't.
That was Jim Sutton's daughter.
I've known that little girl since the day she was born.
I'm her godfather, for Christ's sake.
I stood up in front of a church
and swore to protect that little girl.
And then seeing her like that, with her guts spilled out,
makes me feel like this world ain't worth saving anymore.
I...
I'm gonna take a... (clears throat)
I'm gonna take a few days off and go see Jim,
and, uh, give our family some time to grieve.
Try to get my head on straight and think clear.
But I need you to do something for me, Edi.
- Yes, Sheriff.
- You catch whoever did this. (dark brooding music)
And you stick them in the deepest, darkest hole that we have
'cause no family deserves to grieve like this.
No little girls deserve to die like that.
- Yes, Sheriff.
You have my word.
(machinery whirring) (saw scraping)
- Peyton Nathan Carey?
Stop what you're doin'.
- The hell is this?
Am I under arrest or somethin'?
- No.
Not at this time.
And before you ask... (handcuffs clicking)
Yes, you are being detained now.
- What kinda bullshit is this?
- Ask him.
Let's go.
- You want first crack at him,
or you want me to go on first?
Soften him up.
Get him nice and comfortable, so you can get him to talk.
- Comfortable is the last thing I want
for this motherfucker right now.
You stay here.
(ominous music)
(door creaks)
(folder slams)
- Why am I here?
- [Edi] You know why you're here.
- No.
You tell me
- Because you get your rocks off hurtin' women.
Snatching 'em up in your web, like a wolf spider,
and watching 'em flail before you kill 'em.
Does that sound about right?
- You got proof of that?
(folder unzips) (suspenseful music continues)
- Fawn Harrington.
You, uh...
You recognize her?
I'll let you think on it.
No?
- Oh.
This again.
The rope.
- Yeah.
The rope.
This is a fiber I extracted off the rope
binding Fawn Harrington's wrists and ankles together.
She was murdered, September 8th,
and found, September 10th.
Two days ago,
I see a similar bundle of rope
attached to the back of a green Jeep Wrangler 2017 model,
in the parking lot of Supermart,
bearing the Texas license number BTS 896,
which came back registered to you.
Hayden Ethan Carey,
of Wichita Falls.
I, um, extracted another sample,
this time, off the rope attached to your vehicle.
- Do you have a warrant for that?
You can't just take something off my Jeep
without a goddamn warrant.
- Well, the evidence was in plain view,
outside of your vehicle and in a public place,
without the reasonable expectation of privacy.
And accident circumstances existed that required action
to prevent that evidence from being tampered with,
or destroyed by you,
until it could be collected at a later date.
And, uh...
Guess what?
I noticed today when I, uh, took a look at your Jeep,
that the rope was missing.
(Edi chuckles)
Guess my judgment was right on that.
- This is bullshit.
Pure fucking bullshit.
So you found some rope. So what?
- A bundle of distinct red rope
that came back as an exact match
as those fibers found on Fawn Harrington,
packaged and sold in a 50-foot bundle
as Scout Off-Road brand, red in color.
Let me guess.
She woke up,
after you abducted her.
Oh, she wasn't as easy as your first.
Cora Moody.
You just snapped her neck like a twig,
and you didn't have to do much else.
Not with Fawn, though.
You just put her to sleep in that same choke hold of yours.
She woke up at some point, when you went to go dump her.
Didn't she?
And you grabbed the first thing you could find to tie her up
and she fought you, every step of the way.
And let me guess.
Something didn't sit right with you about that.
You had to
punish her for it.
But Cora's death was quick,
and bloodless, for the most part.
You needed to make an example of Fawn.
So, you dragged her out into those woods,
and you chopped her up with an ax,
like a goddamn lumberjack, and that's what did it for you!
Yeah, seeing all those pieces of Fawn scattered about you.
Blood all over you.
That's what got you off.
That's what made it worth it.
Didn't it?
- Now you're just trying to put words in my mouth.
Make me admit to something that I didn't do.
If you had anything on me, other than some fucking rope,
that you can find at any store in town,
and over a hundred online retailers,
then you would've already locked my ass up.
But no, instead you've got me sitting here,
sweatin' in this fuckin' box, hoping I'll break.
But I call bullshit.
I watch the Discovery Channel. I know how this shit works.
Where are my fingerprints on the body? Where's my DNA?
If you had any of that, this'd be open and shut,
but you don't.
So, until you can get something a little bit more concrete
to throw on me, I think I'm done here.
I'm gonna invoke my right to terminate this interview.
(Edi scoffs)
Get me a lawyer.
- What? - You heard me.
You read me my rights.
Even had me sign a little piece of paper,
saying I understood 'em, before you even came here
and talked to me!
- Well, I've taken about as much of your shit
as I'm gonna take, lady.
And I'm gonna remain silent,
until you get me a lawyer in here.
This interview is done! (tense music continues)
(door clicks open)
(door creaks)
(door clicks open)
(Edi pants)
(water splashes) (dark music)
(Edi pants)
- Stop it. (pants)
Fucking stop.
(Edi pants)
(door clicks open)
(folder slams)
(ominous music)
- Hey. Hey, Edi!
Edi!
(door thuds)
- What the fuck?
- We're gonna get you, motherfucker!
Where is she? Where is Taylor Maddox?
You tell me where she is! - Officers!
The detective is making me very uncomfortable.
- [Edi] No! God!
(yelling over each other)
- And file a complaint!
- You shut up! - God damnit, stop it!
No! That's enough!
(ominous music continues)
(door clicks)
Come on. This ain't you!
- That guy's a goddamn monster.
I can't let him go free again, and I just, I can't.
- Listen, that man has rights.
- Oh, right. - Just like you and me.
Like everybody else.
Shit is done.
The shit you just pulled!
- Oh, yeah. What about it?
- You and I both know you can't do shit like that!
(Edi giggles)
We go back a long ways, Edi.
A long ways!
And never have you done shit like that!
Don't put me in a position to file
a complaint against you on his behalf.
Doing shady shit like that 'cause you mad?
That will fuck this case up,
and flush your career down with it.
Even if it's him!
You got to color in between the lines!
- What the fuck does it matter, Dez?
- I mean, this isn't a drug case, or a goddamn burglary!
Lives are in the balance, as we speak. Human lives!
And what if we're sure?
And as we sit here and debate over the ethical
and moral ways we are to conduct ourselves on this job,
women, daughters,
sisters, and mothers,
are being butchered like fucking cattle.
And you say, "Color inside the lines"?
When someone could die this very fuckin' night?
No. No, no, no.
Can live with that on your conscience? Huh?
- He has rights.
- No, I can't!
And I know he's got fuckin' rights!
(Edi pants)
But there is still somebody missing.
Taylor Maddox.
That is her name.
And she is still out there.
She is still alive. I know it.
I can feel with every bit of my body, she is still alive!
And he knows where she's at!
And I'll be goddamned if he goes out
and kills another one again tonight!
No more, Dez!
No more.
(Edi sighs)
- Long day at work?
(Edi chuckles)
- Yeah.
You could say that.
Fuckin' miserable.
- That's usually how it goes at a job.
Most of the time it's miserable,
and you just can't wait to get home.
Hoping you don't die when you're driving there
on the process.
But you made it.
More ways than one.
- (sighs) I fuckin' hate your therapy riddles.
(Joel chuckles)
- It's not a riddle. It's perspective.
- If you say so.
- You know, I was a bit surprised to see you here.
- Why?
It's my house, too.
- I know.
You don't know how many nights I've stayed up waiting,
hoping that you walk through the door, like you just did.
- It hasn't been that long.
- Four months, Edi.
It's been four months.
I mean, that might not seem long to you, but to me and Noah,
it's been an eternity.
- This hasn't been that easy on me either, you know.
- I know it hasn't.
I mean, ever since this thing's happened, it's,
it's been eating you up.
You've built these walls around you completely.
Not letting anybody else in.
- It's been like that since long before you met me, Joel.
I haven't changed.
It's who I am.
As much shit as we see on that job, you...
You have to have a wall up, to stay sane.
- (sighs) You can't throw that around like that.
Yeah, sure.
We all put a wall up at our job
to cover up the shit that we see.
But the difference is,
when we come home, the wall comes down.
When you come home, you let family back in.
I did that. You did that, and it worked.
Just like it does for thousands of people.
The difference is, this time, it didn't happen at work.
- Now let me guess.
You could've done better?
- Oh.
No. I couldn't have.
I can't imagine what you've been going through,
and what you've been feeling.
No man can.
And that's a fact.
A miscarriage is the worst trauma event
a human being could go through.
But we should've been there for each other.
We should've got closer,
and all we did was push each other away as far as we could.
- I'm...
I'm sorry for that.
- You don't have to be sorry. - It was a lot, Joel.
- I know it was. - Too much.
It was just too much to deal with.
You.
Noah.
Work.
It was just too much for me to deal with anything.
You know, it felt like I was, I was standing
on the deep end and, um, I couldn't swim.
So, I stood on my tiptoes,
just trying to stay above water long enough to breathe.
And then work.
It's, it's, it's nonstop.
It never stops.
It's just misery at work,
and misery at home.
I'm sorry. I just...
I couldn't deal with any of it.
- You know you don't have to say you're sorry.
- I do feel like I need to, though.
This is my fault, Joel.
Don't you get that?
For the longest time, we...
We couldn't get pregnant, after we had Noah.
No matter how hard we tried and all the treatments,
and all the money spent, and then...
But it happens.
And I just...
I remember seeing your face light up.
You were so happy.
We
were so happy.
And every night, I...
I'd rub my belly,
knowing we had a miracle in there.
Our miracle baby.
And it was a girl.
I was so sure of it.
A beautiful baby girl that was going to be ours,
and nobody else's.
(somber music)
(Joel whispers)
Not a night goes by that I don't dream about it.
I'm...
I am haunted by it.
I...
I used to have nightmares
about old cases.
Dead bodies from car crashes and murders,
and unattended deaths.
For years, I had nightmares that you didn't make it home.
That you would've died.
And the sad part is,
I wish I still had those dreams,
because all I see at night when I close my eyes
are my hands,
covered in blood.
- Look at me. Listen.
Look. Listen. (Edi sobs)
There's nothing you did wrong.
You're a good person.
You're a strong person.
Things happen that are out of our control.
You know that. I know that.
But you can't let it affect you. You can't let it.
- But I can't do it, Joel. I can't do it.
- Yes.
You have to.
You have to. Listen to me.
You have a son,
in there,
that loves you.
You have a husband that loves you.
(somber music continues)
(Edi chuckles)
- Hey, Sarge. - Hm?
- Guess I forgot to give Carey
his driver's license yesterday.
You wanna run down to his house with me right quick?
- What?
No, no. Fuck that motherfucker.
He can wait till he realizes it's missing
and then come back down here and get it himself.
We're not messing around with that.
- He's already upset enough
over what happened in the interview.
I don't wanna give him a reason
to file a complaint against me, too.
- Well, you can, if you want to.
I've got more important shit to do.
Like trying to lock his ass up for life?
- (chuckles) Okay. - Have fun with that.
- Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, Sarge.
- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey! (dark music)
You make sure a deputy goes with you.
- Yeah, yeah.
(muffled chatter from TV)
- Could I get some water, please?
- Not right now.
(engine hums) (birds chirping)
(handbrake clicks)
- 233 Wichita. - Go ahead.
- Yeah, I'm, uh, returning some lost property
at 1204 Elm Street.
- [Dispatch] 10-4.
(radio clacks)
(muffled chatter from TV)
(knocks on door) (suspenseful music)
(Taylor gasps)
- Don't you say a fucking word.
Not a goddamn sound. Do you understand me?
(suspenseful music continues)
(door creaks)
Can I help you?
- Investigator Collins.
From the Sheriff's office?
- Yeah. I know who you are.
What do you want?
- I just wanted to bring your ID.
You left out the office last night.
- Shit. Didn't even realize it was gone.
- Yeah, I figured.
I didn't even realize I still had it till this morning.
So, you know, I didn't want you to get pulled over
for speeding and not have it on you, so my apologies.
- Hey, thanks for bringing it by. You have a good day.
- Uh, sorry. Just, just another second.
I, uh... (suspenseful music continues)
I also want her to apologize for my fellow investigator,
and her behavior.
She's been under a lot of stress lately.
All the murders and...
Just been a big workload and, uh,
guess it all caught up with her.
- [Hayden] Don't worry about it.
(Taylor sobs gently)
(ominous music)
- What was that?
- Oh, my dog.
Little shit's running around here somewhere.
- Didn't sound like a dog, brother.
Got someone else in there with you?
- No. No, I...
I'm by myself.
It was my fuckin' dog. I assure you.
(Reece chuckles) (suspenseful music continues)
(lawnmower motor rattling)
(ominous music swells)
(gun fires)
(neighbor screams)
(Taylor yelps)
(ominous music)
You stupid bitch!
(Taylor sobs)
Look at this!
Look what you made me do, you stupid cunt!
(Taylor yelps)
(car door slams) (keys clinking)
(engine revs)
(gravel crunches under tires)
(muffled police radio chatter) (engine revs)
(brooding orchestral music)
(car door slams)
- I'm sorry, Sarge.
I'm sorry.
- No.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Reece, Reece, Reece! - No, no, no, no!
Not here, girl! No here!
No.
Hey!
Where are you going?
- Find the motherfucker that did this!
(tense music)
(engine revs)
(tires screeching) (engine revs)
(tense music continues)
(tires screeching) (engine revs)
(Taylor pants) (tense music continues)
- Stay down! (Taylor sobs)
(tense music continues)
(fist thudding)
- 215, Wichita.
- [Dispatch] Go ahead.
Put a bolo alert out for a green Jeep Wrangler. 2010 model.
Suspect vehicle of the capital murder of a deputy sheriff.
It's reported he has a female hostage with him.
Approach with caution.
Put that out to all surrounding counties and to Oklahoma!
- [Dispatch] 10-4, 215.
(tires screeching)
(engine revs) (tense music continues)
God damnit!
(dark music)
(Taylor pants)
(dramatic music)
- Get out! - Please!
(Taylor yelps)
(door squeaks)
- Fuck!
Get in there! Get the fuck in there!
- [Dispatch] 215.
- 215. Go ahead.
- [Dispatch] 215, we're getting reports from a passerby
of a vehicle at a property,
possibly match the description of the suspect vehicle.
Green Jeep parked in front of a barn at 1929 Highway 240.
Near the county line.
(gravel crunches under tires)
(dark music)
(door creaks)
(Edi grunts)
(Taylor yelps)
(suspenseful music)
(tense music)
- Come here!
Come here! - No!
(Taylor grunts)
- Fuckin' bitch!
(Taylor pants)
- Hayden, stop!
Drop the knife.
I'm warning you.
(gun fires) (Taylor gasps)
Hayden.
Put your hands in the air,
and walk backwards to the sound of my voice!
(suspenseful music)
(Hayden breathes heavily)
(melancholy piano music)
- Thank you.
(Edi pants)
- Stop.
Stop!
Stop! I'm warning you!
Are you okay? - Mm-hm.
(melancholy piano music continues)
(somber orchestral music)
(body thumps)
(Taylor sighs)
(somber orchestral music continues)
(dramatic music swelling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(brooding piano music)
(projector whirs and clicks)