What are you doing?
Oh hey.
I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep.
I thought I'd put some clothes on
and take a walk or a drive or something.
You know me. I'm weird.
It's really late, sweetie.
Yeah, I know.
What are you doing up? Are you doing okay?
No, my head really hurts.
I was gonna get a drink of water or something.
That's a good idea. You should drink some water.
You know, you should get something to eat too.
- Yeah. - Some bread or a pretzel or something.
- That's probably a good idea. - Yeah.
You don't want to come back to bed with me?
Oh, come on.
Of course I do.
I just felt like I was keeping you up.
- You want to take a walk with me? - Uh-uh.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- Come on. - I don't want to go.
- I love you. - I love you.
I'll see you soon, baby, okay?
Lock this door behind me, okay?
- Hi. - Hey, good morning.
I didn't know you were still here.
Welcome to the world of the waking.
- How are you doing? - Good.
I made coffee.
Oh, thanks.
I would have made breakfast, but you don't have any food.
Yeah, I haven't been grocery shopping in a while.
- You hungry? - A little.
- Want to go get some food? - Sure.
Want coffee?
Um, yeah, I'll have... sure, yeah.
I'm just gonna brush my teeth real quick.
All right. I used your toothbrush.
I hope that's okay.
Yeah, that's fine.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
I didn't really use your toothbrush.
You can if you want.
No, I was just kidding.
Okay.
I brought my own.
Okay.
- That was also a joke. - Okay.
I'll be back. I'll be there in a second.
All right.
Whoa.
Hey man.
- What? - You need to be careful.
Huh?
See these power lines?
Yeah.
They got transponders in them. You know what a transponder is?
I do.
Well, they put them in
back when it was built in the '50s
for the commies.
They never had to use them though.
But this nigger president in the White House...
he wants to keep track of us out here
- with them... using them... - Right.
You know, to keep track of our thoughts.
You know, driving a car like you're driving...
with that plastic roof...
they can read right through that.
Now what you need...
a steel roof.
- Yeah? - They can't read through that.
They can't.
So you need to get yourself one of these.
I'm gonna go, all right?
Well, I thought I'd just pass the word.
Thank you. Good looking out.
- You be good now. - All right, drive safely.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Is there a university in Jacksonville, a college?
University of Northern Florida.
I'm trying to think of what the sports team is.
I'm sure there's, what, minor league baseball?
- I don't really keep up with sports. - Spring training?
Well, there's Jacksonville Jaguars... football.
I'm sure your mom sees lots of Jaguars games.
No, she doesn't really do anything, but...
- Really? - No.
She's not a season ticket holder?
No, just work, home, television.
How's it going, Kevin?
It's going good, Rusty. How are you doing, pal?
I'm doing good, man.
- Nice to see you. - Nice to see you.
- Hi. - Hey.
- I'm Sarah. I'm sorry. - Sorry. Sarah... Rusty.
- Hi, Rusty. - Here you are.
- Reed. - Reed. Oh, thank you.
- Do you want anything else? - No, I'm fine.
Would you two like to order something?
Yeah, baby. I would love a strong cup of coffee.
Great.
I never see you outside of work, man.
Busy guy.
Ain't we all?
So is this here why you never come out drinking with us?
If l had a pretty young lady like this, I'd never leave my house, man.
- Here you go. - Oh, thank you, sweetie.
I'm gonna leave you two alone, all right?
Come on, Reed, let's go.
See you at work, man.
It was nice meeting you.
Nice guys, right?
Yeah. You work with them?
I do.
They're old drinking buddies.
Mm. He smells like liquor.
That's pretty normal.
Easier just to avoid them these days than...
trying to explain the idea of sobriety,
which I don't think their brains can fully process, you know?
I understand that.
- Hi Sarah. - Hi. Sorry I'm late.
Hey. Hey. Do you know where Carla is?
No. She didn't come in?
No. She didn't show up this morning.
She didn't call in either or anything.
Dr. Belton's pretty pissed about it.
That's weird.
Yeah. Look, if you talk to her,
will you just tell her to get the hell in here?
Sure thing.
Hey girl. Just wondering where you are.
You're supposed to be at work.
Everyone's a little pissed.
Okay, just call me back when you get this.
Bye.
What can I get you?
- Are you guys still serving food? - Yeah.
- You got steak? - Sure.
And a soda, please.
FBI agents involved in a manhunt
for a suspected serial killer Garrick Turrell
have asked members of the public to come forward
if they have any information that might lead to the capture of the suspect
who escaped from state custody on Tuesday.
It was specifically noted that citizens should come forward
if they might have knowledge of anyone aiding the alleged killer in his escape.
A FBI spokesman noted that Turrell,
who is thought to have already traveled beyond police roadblocks,
has several fansites on the internet dedicated to him
and a Facebook fan page with membership in the hundreds of thousands.
While some of this is no doubt intended as gallows humor, it remains a reality
at least three Turrell copycat slayings are currently under investigation...
A shortcut.
Assistance in continuing to evade custody.
Anyone with knowledge or suspected knowledge of any such activity
is asked to contact their local law enforcement agency immediately.
Oh, wait wait. I'll be right back.
Hey. Hey man.
Hey. Hey.
Hey, what...?
Excuse me.
You're Carla's landlord, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, have you seen her today?
Not today.
I guess the last time I saw her was
the day before yesterday.
Okay. Could you just...
if you see her, could you tell her that her friend from work is looking for her?
Sure. What's your name again?
Sarah.
Just tell her to call me if you...
No problem.
- There you go. - Mm, thanks.
Yeah.
- Want some of this? - No.
Sure? It's really good.
I'm sorry. I'm distracted.
My... my friend
didn't show up for work.
And I tried calling her.
- Which friend? - Carla.
I went by her house and she wasn't there.
She's... it's just...
Do you want to talk to the police?
We can go in there after group
and just talk to them for a second.
Maybe somebody's heard something.
She's probably fine.
I'm feeling kind of weird today.
I guess you guys probably heard about the murders last night.
No.
No?
Okay, well, Smitty's... that bar on old 63...
there was a couple mur... a couple guys got murdered.
They got stabbed to death in the parking lot.
And I'm sure it'll be on the local news tonight.
But I guess the deal was they said their wallets were missing
so it must have been a mugging gone bad or something.
But, I don't know, one of the guys was a meth cooker,
or had been a meth cooker,
so that might have had something to do with it.
Man, the thing is though, like,
Smitty's used to be one of my bars. And I knew those guys, you know.
I used to drink with them back in the day.
And just seeing that, hearing about it
kind of got me thinking, you know, that could have been me.
Like, I could have been hanging out with them tonight or the night before.
And, you know, whatever happened to them...
that could have happened to me too.
I don't know. So it just kind of put everything
in this kind of focus for me,
like nothing good ever comes of drinking, you know,
really, like not ever.
So I guess I'm just happy to be
on the, you know, sober path,
not the devil's path.
Thank you, Werner.
All right, with that, let's have a little prayer.
Lord, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference,
living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time,
accepting hardships
as a pathway to peace.
Amen.
Carla.
Carla, are you in there?
It's me... Mr. Harper.
If you can hear me, I'm coming in now.
Carla.
Oh shit.
Sarah.
Oh shit.
I'm so sorry.
I came as soon as I got your message.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
- I know who killed Carla. - What?
- I know who killed Carla. - What? They caught the person?
No, it's my ex-boyfriend. He's gonna kill...
What? Your ex-boyfriend?
No one's supposed to know who I am. The FBl... that's why I'm here.
- I'm sorry. - What are you talking about?
The FBl... that's why I'm...
- What? - He's gonna kill me.
We have to get out of here. He's coming after me.
- He knows where you live? - No, you don't understand.
He'll kill you too.
I'm sorry. I didn't know who to call.
- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. - Lt's okay.
- I don't know where to go. - Hold on a second.
All right, my parents have a place...
a cabin, okay?
Nobody is gonna be able to find us.
- All right? - Okay.
If we go and spend the night there, are you gonna feel better?
Yeah.
- Okay. - Thanks.
Let me just call them and make sure we can do this.
Okay okay.
All right, go put some clothes in a bag, okay?
Okay.
I'll be right here, okay?
Ma'am, we have to find the owner of this storage shed.
I don't know who owns it. I told you Garrick...
he was here, but he doesn't own it.
Ma'am, have you seen exactly what's in there?
Then you have to tell us where he is.
He's... he doesn't...
he's working in an office on 29 Crescent.
He doesn't have anything to do with it though.
Send armed units to 29 Crescent Street... Garrick Turrell.
I just wanted to pretend like it didn't happen.
You know, I remember
when all this went down.
I remember reading about it in the papers.
And I didn't read your name. I never read about you.
It's part of my deal for testifying against him.
- It's part of your deal? - Yeah.
What, are you in witness protection?
Supposed to be.
How did they keep that out of the papers?
It's pretty high-profile.
Never mind.
Look, we're almost there, okay?
All right, wait here for a sec.
Grab your bag, 'cause we're gonna have to walk the rest of the way.
We have to turn on the electricity.
All right.
Come in.
What the fuck are you boys doing here?
You're seriously gonna keep going with that bullshit?
What, are you using this as your vacation house, Rusty?
All right, man. Look, I'm tired of waiting.
It's time to get down to business.
- What are you talking about? - Yeah, all right.
- Sarah, are you awake? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.
It's kind of a messed up question.
Okay.
If you were gonna die
and you knew you were gonna die and you could choose how,
what would you choose?
Uh...
morphine overdose.
That'd be... I think that'd be nice.
- Really? - Yeah.
- That seems kind of weak. - Weak?
Yeah, it's kind of pussy.
It's not. You just asked me if I wanted to die.
Well, how would you want to die?
- How do I want to die? - Yeah.
Something really hardcore.
Like what?
I don't know. Like...
kamikaze pilot.
- Really? - Yeah.
No, you wouldn't.
- Good night. - Yeah.
She's awake.
- Kevin. - Lt's about time.
Kevin.
You want me to give her something so she won't pass out?
Kevin, please please. Please let me go.
Like what?
I don't know. Like some crank or something.
- Do you have any crank? - Kevin, please.
No, but I can get some.
Please, Kevin, please.
- What are you doing? - What?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
- I'm gonna have some fun with this one. - No no.
She's way hotter than that coworker skanky bitch
that Reed fucked up.
Kevin, I don't know why you had to fuck her poor face up.
She was pretty good-looking before that.
Just roll her over
and fuck her in the ass.
From the mouths of babes.
- Nobody's gonna fuck her, okay? - That's what I would do.
- Nobody's gonna fuck her. - What? And why not?
It's like we get a girl in the room and you guys forget why we're here.
This is the bitch
that put Garrick Turrell behind bars...
No.
The greatest killer of our generation
and my own personal goddamn fucking hero.
After all the fucking time we put in
trying to find her,
all the time on the site,
we're finally here, guys.
- How would Garrick do it? - Please.
- The feet. - Mm-hmm. Why?
- Breaks the spirit. - Are you listening?
If you hurt their feet, they can't run away.
So even if she manages to escape,
- she knows she's not going anywhere. - Please.
'Cause how can you run when you can't even walk?
- Please please. - Shh, he's talking. Shh.
Kevin.
No no no!
Yeah, Reed. Yeah yeah, shut her up.
Shut her up.
Shh shh shh.
Shh. Shh shh.
Shh.
Come on.
Shh shh.
Come on, Reed, shut her up.
You want to do it?
Who the fuck is that?
Shh.
You two just need to calm down.
Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming.
Hey man, thanks for having me, sincerely.
Garrick.
Was it you who sent me all those letters?
Well, we all sent you letters.
- I told you how to get here. - Ah.
He sent me a code so that I could find you.
Made sense to me. I mean, I knew you had a friend living here.
That was very clever.
- Thank you. - No one else saw that.
I really appreciate that. Thank you.
Yeah. I am a bit curious though,
um, about what exactly it is
you're doing to her there.
Hmm?
Finishing your work.
- My work? - Yeah, man.
We're gonna kill the bitch who put you away.
She's the reason you got caught.
We're just trying to fucking help you out.
Why would I want to kill her?
'Cause it's... it's her fault.
Yes. Yeah.
Our relationship... mine and Sarah's...
was based on a mutual understanding
and trust...
trust that I'd be a normal man
and that we'd have a happy,
normal relationship
together.
Clearly l... I fucked that up.
I don't blame Sarah...
for calling the police when she found out I could never give her that.
And fuck,
God knows I'd do the same thing if I was in her position.
Besides, I liked it in prison.
Okay, he's fucking with us.
- Have you ever been to prison? - Yeah.
Yeah? Okay, well, then you know how hard it is to hurt somebody in there,
especially if you're in solitary confinement,
which I was.
You know, no weapons,
guards, cameras everywhere.
Everyone's aware of their own space.
And why would you like that?
I was happy there.
I was calm.
You know... you know what?
This is the truth... I'd have never left there
if it wasn't for all those letters from you assholes.
You don't understand what I mean, do you?
- No, I don't. - Okay. Okay.
I can make it clear.
I just need an example.
Can I see your gun for a minute?
Are you fucking kidding me?
No, man, just for a second. I'll give it right back.
Rusty, just give him the gun.
Huh-uh.
Are you fucking crazy, Reed?
No, look, if it makes you feel more safe,
take the bullets out before you give it to me.
This is my fucking gun. Nobody's getting it but me, man.
That's fine. That works too.
- You motherfucker! - No!
No! No!
Garrick, I'm so sorry.
Garrick, I didn't mean anything by it.
You're my hero.
Baby, you gotta untie me.
Could you, please? Please.
- I know. - Could you? Could you?
Could you? Come on. Come on.
Baby, baby, baby.
Come on.
Hey. Hey.
Come on, come on, come on.
- I missed you. - Baby, come on.
Come on, baby. Please, baby.
Okay. Okay.
Almost.
Please please.