Psycho Killer

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 of The 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!