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There. Your folks are gonna be home soon,

and they're gonna get me
if they see you're still up.

Hold still, hold still.
We got to dry you off.

There you go.

Let me get your head in here.

Is somebody at the door?

Who could it be?

Now, you play with your train.
I'll be right back, okay?

- Yeah. Hurry back.
- All right.

Evening, ma'am. Is Frank or Jean home?

No, they're not.
They'll be back real soon.

You must be Missy.

Forgive me for not introducing myself,
Missy.

I'm Tom Bellingham,
an old friend of Jean's from Denver.

I told her last week
I'd stop in and say hello.

When did you say they'd be back?

Maybe 30 minutes.

Darn. I'm gonna miss them.

My plane leaves in an hour.

Would you tell them that I just dropped by
to steal a peek at little Andy?

My wife would kill me
if I came all the way from Denver

and didn't say hello.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bellingham.
They'll be home real soon.

I understand.

Don't you worry.

Andy?

"Jack McGinnis for Sheriff.
It is time for a change. "

My God, that boy can smile.

Morning, Sheriff.

Rising crime rate and these gruesome
murders coming on the election eve.

Amarillo residents will certainly...

- Morning, boys.
- Morning, Sheriff.

- Morning, sir.
- Thanks, Charlie.

- Hey, Sheriff.
- Hey, Bud. How's your daddy?

He's... he's doing better.
I'll tell him you asked.

- Tell him to stay off that leg. Hey.
- Sheriff.

- Buck.
- Sim.

You wanna tell me about it?

Ain't so bad.

Male had a severed
femoral artery in the groin area.

Female had her throat cut.

Both wounds, single incisions,
almost surgical cuts.

Whoever done this knew
what they were doing.

Nothing tentative about it.

I can give you more
when we get them out of here.

How are you holding up?

When have you ever known me
to worry about an election?

Never.

Then again, I've never known anybody
who could beat you before.

You still don't.

Nate, tell me about it.

This fella registered as Bill Sutherland.

Home, Fort Worth.
Checked in alone, but paid for two.

The owner said that he paid
from a thick wad of bills,

like to choke a horse.

Now, we have no money, have no wallet.

Keys, car are gone.

We're gonna get an ID on the car
any minute.

What about the girl?

She was a maid here at the motel.

It's a family place.

Here it is.

Now, he's in the bathroom.
He's finished with Sutherland.

She knocks on the door. There's no answer.

She comes in.

He grabs her, cuts her,
stops the blood with the towel,

and then carries her into the bathroom.

Why?

Go figure.

What about the other guy?

No, no one saw another person.

Both beds have been slept in.

We found hair samples in this bed
matches Sutherland's.

Now, this bed's been slept in,
but it's clean.

Clean? Is that a fact?

We will check it again.

We're pulling the four hours
surrounding the time of the murders.

Buck...

we don't know if he even came in here.

Or who we're looking for.

Soon as you can, Nate,
bring in the waitresses.

Find out who they know.

Regular customers first,
then work back from there.

- Your sister gonna vote for me?
- Well, she sure likes your billboards.

Jeez. McGinnis.

Hey, Jack, how you doing?

Looks like a bad one, Buck.

Thought I'd come by to see
if you needed any help.

Well, that's mighty nice of you
to offer, Jack.

Maybe you and your boys
can handle traffic out on the street.

A lot of people are gonna be concerned
about this one

when they hear about it, Buck.

If this killer turns up
in my jurisdiction...

don't expect a courtesy call.

If he's in your jurisdiction, Jack,
he's safe as a church mouse.

So, what about this missing car?

1996 Ford Explorer, red, Texas plates.

- State Patrol's got the word out on it.
- Find it.

Coming up on our turnoff.

Sure you won't come up, stay the night?

Thanks. I need to get
a little further up the road before dark.

Well, just don't get stuck out here
if this storm hits.

Thanks for stopping.

Well, get in, boy. I can't heat this car
and the whole New Mexico desert, too.

Always drive with my doors locked,
seat belts on.

Habit.

I'm a creature of habit.

- Some collection?
- Yeah.

You should have seen my first one.
'82 Seville.

Had my girls all lacquered on
with liquid sealer.

Man, it was a beaut.

But after a while,
you know, your tastes change,

you get tired of looking
at the same old faces and all.

When I ran out of room
to put up new ones...

I had to sell her.

Man, I had a heck of a time
trying to get rid of her.

- I bet.
- This honey here...

this baby's a state of the art.

Now if get tired of one of my sugars,
I just...

slip her out...

toss her...

and put me up a new one.

Don't worry, Trudy, honey.

I wasn't gonna throw you away, yet.

Yeah. Hell of a lot cheaper
than buying a new car.

Yeah.

I'm pulling your leg. Ain't my car.

It's a friend's.
I'm just returning it to him.

Had you going, didn't I?

Name's Goodall.

Bob Goodall.

Lane Dixon.

- Where you heading, Lane?
- Utah.

Big place, Utah.

- Salt Lake City.
- Me, too. Now, how's that for luck?

First, I save you from freezing to death,

now you got a free ride to Mormon land.

- Must be my lucky day.
- Must be.

I almost didn't stop.

In the old days, I'd never think twice
about picking up a rider.

These days, you can't be too careful
who you let in your car.

You know, if you'd just let me out
at this place we're coming up on,

- that'd be great.
- I don't think so.

There's another place
about 20 miles up the road.

- Look, I said I want out here.
- Sorry, friend.

This is mining country.

I can take care of myself.

I believe you just might be
fool enough to try.

Thanks for the lift.

Hell, letting a bunch of naked women
scare you off.

How you doing?

I'll have a beer.

Don't have beer.

Okay...

I'll have
whatever's in one of those bottles.

I was hoping I might catch a ride
over to Raton.

Well, you might be waiting here
a long time then.

Well, I'll take a ride anywhere
in that direction.

I bet you would.

You got a problem with something?

You say this is the guy, Ben?

He's one of them, all right.

My friend Ben here...

was in Raton last Friday night.

Claims you and some
of your friends jumped him.

Well, he's mistaken.

And you're a goddamn liar!

They aren't going in your direction.

Course right now,

I figure you'd probably take a lift
in any direction.

Look, I'm not calling your friend
or anyone else a liar.

All I'm saying is I wouldn't have done
that to anybody.

You made a bad mistake coming in here.

Now, seeing that Ben
can't do this to you himself...

I'm going to teach you a lesson.

Hey, Rick. Do it again. Come on!

Your memory becoming clearer?

- I never saw him before.
- No?

Get his goddamn legs.

- Want another piece of him?
- No, I got to take a leak.

Luke!

You keep him warmed up till I get back?

Hey, Luke! I said don't kill the bastard!
I'll be right back!

Try it, and it's history.

Luke! He's got a knife on me!

Bring the guy in here, alone, man!

Let him go.

I'll blow your friend's head off.

Some friends you got.

I didn't come to negotiate, bud.

Don't bargain with him, you asshole!
He'll cut my dick off!

Now slide the piece over here.

And let him go.

You okay?

Yeah.

Pick up the gun
and get the keys out of my pocket.

Pull the car out front,

and when you're ready, honk.

What about you?

I'll be out directly.

Hey, man, he let the guy go.
Wh... why don't you do likewise?

I mean, that was the deal.

Deal?

Who said anything about a deal?

What?

What... what are you going to do?

No, no, no. No, please.

- Thank God. Thank you.
- Still itching for a fight, bud?

Come on and get some of this.

It's okay, Bob!

God damn! Nothing like a little excitement
to get the old blood a-pumping!

- Hey, what you looking for?
- Looking for them.

- Someone following us?
- Not yet.

Yeah, that's because it takes time
to change a flat tire.

Did you slash their tires?

Yeah.

Hell, no. I'd have been there all night.

How you feeling?

- Must've got worked over pretty good.
- I'll live.

Thanks.

Yeah, feeling's mutual, partner.

Hey...

I heard you were in early.

Forensics did find a hair
in that second bed.

They're pushing it through.

And we isolated 20 unknowns
in the videotapes.

I ran into Billy Coogan last night.

He said we're leading McGinnis
two to one out his way.

Did you end up calling in the fed boys
on those motel killings?

No. Why?

'Cause it looks like we've got company.

You ever see anything like that before?

Yes.

I'll see you, Buck.
Good luck out there today.

Have a good day, Jim.
Make sure you stop by the polls.

- That's yours.
- Thank you.

Sheriff Olmstead.

- Sally.
- It's coming, Sheriff.

Care for some breakfast, Mr. LaCrosse?

No, thank you.

So...

what can we do for the FBI today?

You have two bodies in the morgue.

I need the car
that was taken from the motel.

Take a number.

Time is critical, Sheriff.

Time is always critical, Mr. LaCrosse.

What makes you so sure that we're talking
about the same killer here?

Excuse me.

Severed femoral artery, single incisions,
five to seven inches long,

inch, inch and a half deep.

You've seen the bodies.

No prints, no weapon, no witnesses.

I know this killer, Sheriff,
and when he kills, he moves fast,

and the only chance you have
of catching him

is to find out what he's driving
or to be incredibly lucky.

Do you mind if I call you
by your first name, Frank?

Now, you say you know this killer.

You got a physical description?
Height? Weight? Hair color?

Male between the ages of 20 to 50,

medium to large build,
from a western state.

Probably spent a lot of time in the east.

Well, that really narrows the field down,
doesn't it, Frank?

He's a serial killer, Sheriff.

Well, the serial killers we've dealt with

didn't seem to wanna have
their victims found.

This one does.

Sally...

- bring me a cup to go, please.
- Right up, Buck.

Well, who knows, Frank?

Maybe we'll both get lucky today.

- Hey, Oscar.
- Hey, Buck.

Well, the city police
spotted the car about 4: 00 a.m.

The officers tailed it here,
and then instead of waiting for backup,

one of the cops followed him inside.

Course, that's when the suspect
started shooting.

Just beautiful.

Yeah, well, he's holed up
in back someplace.

Of course, McGinnis has got
his whole SWAT team here now,

and he won't let any of our deputies
near the place.

Of course not.

Hell, the TV trucks
might show up any minute.

Speak of the devil.

Johnny, get your people on the other side.

Could I have your flashlight, please?

- Damn.
- All dressed up.

Well, Buck, come to see
how a real operation is done?

I declare, Jack, you must have calluses

from patting yourself on the back so much.

Why don't you just give me the facts here?

- Hold this, please.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, my God.

What the hell's going on over there?

- Bill!
- Christ. Allen's down.

- We can't reach him. We're falling back.
- Bill. Bill!

Allen's hit. He's in the room.

I need instructions. Over.

Get him out of there, Jack.

Is he alone?

Who the hell's this?

Jack, this is Frank LaCrosse, FBI.

Ask him.

- Listen, Mister, I got a man down...
- Ask him!

- Bill, is he alone?
- Can't tell.

He says he's holding a knife
on one of them.

Bill, where are you
in relation to the room?

We're down the hall, northwest stairwell.

Hey! Hey!

Bill, you're about to have some company.
Stop him!

I got a family in here!

Give me a two-way in here right now!

I want a radio!

- Only one down?
- Yeah.

Sir, Chief McGinnis said that...

- Shut that kid up!
- Shit. He's going into the room.

Shut that door!

If he gets one of my men killed...

Well, that'd make you look real bad,
wouldn't it, Jack?

All this TV coverage, you in charge.

What's going on out there?

I swear to God,
I'll start cutting in here!

Who the fuck are you?

I said I negotiate only by radio.

Answer me!

Are you blind, man?

I got a knife!

I see it.

Come on.

They don't go anywhere, or I cut him.

They don't have a choice.

Man, I don't know who you are,
but I'm gonna make you pay.

Before you do...

- I just wanna ask you one question.
- Question?

You're crazy.

Where'd you get the car?

I ain't answering any of your fuc...

Who fired that shot?

It came from inside the apartment.

Now, where did you get the car?

Car...

The car...

from the motel.

Get in there. Now!

I don't know nothing about a motel.

- I boosted it a couple hours ago.
- Where?

Where?

Sutherland's.

Where'd this come from?

In the car...

along with the body.

Well, thanks a lot, Frank.

Thirty-two years
of dedicated public service,

and you just wiped the slate clean
with one quick, easy stroke.

What are you talking about?

Hell. Never mind.

I'm glad you caught the killer.

He's not the killer.

Good morning.

God damn it!

Your 7: 00 a.m. wake-up call.

You know, you could have
just given me a shake.

I wake easily.

My God.

Hungry?

Hector Saldez,

eight priors, two assaults with a knife...

armed robbery, conviction
of second-degree murder in Oklahoma,

and now caught in possession
of a murder victim's wallet and car.

All you've got on him is possession
of a stolen vehicle.

He didn't know about the wallet
till I showed it to him.

I bet he didn't even know
there was a body in the car.

Says you.
Ballistics have already matched the gun

he used on my men as the one
used to cap that John Doe in the car.

Any more theories?

Jack, I think all Frank's trying
to say here

- is we need to keep our options open.
- There's no we in this, Buck.

I have the suspect in custody,

and as soon as I get the green light
from the DA,

I'm gonna announce
that Saldez is being charged

- with the murders of those three people.
- Don't do that.

He's setting you up.

You make that announcement,
he'll kill again just to embarrass you.

Embarrass me?

I suppose you've had that happen
to you before, Mr. LaCrosse?

Yes.

I get it.

Well, you would like me
to delay that announcement

till after the election,
wouldn't you, Buck?

That was a nice try.

Who the hell is this guy anyway?

I mean, how many times you seen
an FBI agent work a case alone?

We can find out.

Don't have much use for us state
and local boys, do you, Frank?

It's a prejudice I have, Sheriff.
No one's proved me wrong yet.

Well, I have my problems with Jack myself,

but, you know, there for a brief moment...

I found myself thinking he was making
a lot more sense than you.

I don't care what you think, Sheriff.

Maybe not,

but you need me,

or you'd be long gone by now.

Why believe me and not him?

First of all, I've seen
a hell of a lot more murders than he has

and these just don't seem to fit
that man he's got in lockup.

Secondly,

maybe you haven't noticed,
but Chief McGinnis and I

are engaged in an election battle
for my office

which he desperately wants, and which I...

I'm sad to say, am desperate to defend.

Him?

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

But the fact remains
he has a suspect in custody and I don't.

But I'm here to tell you, Frank...

I'm not gonna be worth a damn to you
in this investigation

unless I know what you know
about this killer.

Okay.

When I turned around and saw
that 30.30 staring down at me,

I thought, "Wow, this is it. "

"No joining the birds this time. "

Joining the what?

Old railroaders used to say
that if you were on a train

that was about to crash
and you had a chance to jump...

you were joining the birds.

- You worked on the railroad.
- For a while.

Mined a while, cowboyed a while.

In fact,
I did a little bit of everything up here.

Hey, Fae, is this ticket right?

How we gonna get through with the storm?

Ain't gonna affect us much.
It's going north.

What about you, Lane Dixon?

What kind of work you do?

I'm between jobs right now.

Before that.

Before that...

I worked in a hospital.

Orderly? Nurse?

Well, I did a little bit of everything.

That's what's in Utah, a job?

No. I've just been... traveling.

It's my first time west.

- Come over from Alamosa?
- Yup.

How is it up there?

It's not bad.

Worst of it's going north.

Well, we've been watching it
come down here for the last hour or so.

How'd you know?

My father used to say,

"Weather don't make the rules.
Mountains do. "

And I know the mountains.

How y'all doing?

We're doing just fine here.

How about you, darling? Get you anything?

I'm okay, thanks.

Your friend's cute, but shy.

I'm gonna get a paper.

Now, did I scare him off?

You can tell him I won't bite
if he looks me in the eye.

- Is he all right?
- He's choking.

He ain't breathing. Call an ambulance.

God damn it, Fae, call the ambulance!

- Is he gonna die?
- Let me look at him. I'm a doctor.

Get back. Let him look at him.

He's got something really jammed in there.

God, he's turning blue.

Get in the kitchen, Fae.
God damn it, go on!

Get him on the counter.

I'm gonna need a first aid kit.

I need some alcohol.
And give me that right there.

Open up his shirt.

Okay, open the bottle.

Now pour.

- Oh, my God.
- God damn it, Fae, get in...

God damn! Dr. Dixon.

- Don't call me that.
- Hey...

I didn't make that up.
You called yourself one.

It clears a path.

Don't give me that bullshit.

What you did in there wasn't something
you picked up out of some book.

You've had training.

Now, maybe you've been
in medical school and dropped out,

or maybe you been in the army,

but don't lie to me that you're no doctor,

because I was just
in the operating room with you.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Dr. Dixon.

He kills for the sensation of power.

He started with the unconnected victim.

No one missed them when they were alive,

and it was a long time before anyone
realized that they were gone.

He is credited
with at least 18 known deaths.

No way of knowing how many came
before he began telling me about them.

He tells you about them.

What's he do, call you?

He writes.

He sends me these.

Why you, Frank?

I headed a task force
that tracked him for 15 months.

After the task force formed, he changed.

He got bolder.

He started taking more risks.

He began to see the murders
as a kind of competition.

- He turned it into a damn game on you.
- Yes.

And he took his publicity very seriously.

But it got harder for him.

He started making mistakes. We got closer.

Then three months ago...

he just stopped.

Why?

I don't know.

He's been quiet ever since.

- Good morning.
- I need to make a call.

Go ahead on in and use
the phone in my office, Frank.

There ain't no doubt about it.
He knows this killer.

What are you thinking, Nate?

I'm thinking it's 8: 00 a.m.,
polls are open,

and I hope to God
we're hunting the right man.

It's me.

Amarillo.

Since about four this morning.

No, I was too late again.

They did?

When?

What did you tell them?

Don't cry, honey.

No, I don't think
that they know I'm here yet.

We'll deal with that...

when it comes.

I love you.

You're a strange one, doc.

You're smart, cool under pressure.

Yet something's bothering you.

Fine. You don't wanna talk about it,
that's your business.

I quit.

I was a first-year intern.

I was good.

Hell, I was cocky,
I thought I was so good.

When it started to get heavy,

I used to watch other post-graduates
wash out, and I'd think...

"That'll never happen to me. "

Well, here I am.

What happened?

You have a patient die on you
or something?

- Yeah.
- Hell, that's gonna happen.

But you go home, get some sleep,
get up the next day and try again.

Yeah, I did. It just...

I couldn't shake it, you know?

Well, you seemed cured today.

This time.

But what about the next time?

What do you want, guarantees?

There ain't no guarantees.

What a waste.

Yeah. I've heard that before.

Yeah, I bet you have.

And like anyone else in your life,
I got nothing invested in you.

My father used to say,

"Nerve succeeds. "

You've got the nerve, Doc,

and I've seen it up close.

If you really were a quitter...

you would have stood around
like the rest of us.

As of 7: 30 this morning,
we have six reported missing persons,

three of those are women,
and five homeless

who didn't report to shelters last night.

Rule out the homeless.

He needed transportation.

Sheriff?

Mr. Saldez's attorney, Mr. Martinez,
is here,

and he is breathing fire
about Mr. LaCrosse shooting his client.

Thank you, Becky.

We really do need for this guy
to cooperate with us, Frank.

Maybe Nate and I ought
to talk to him alone.

No.

I'll talk to him.

Okay.

Mr. LaCrosse?

The lab reports just came back
about that hair they found in the bed.

It is definitely not Saldez's.

A 36052.

I beg your pardon?

Special agent Frank LaCrosse,
am I glad to see you.

- Mr. Martinez, thank you for coming in.
- I wouldn't miss it.

I... I wanted to thank you personally
for making my job

of defending Hector Saldez
such an easy one.

Really? How's that?

How's that?

How's violating three
of his constitutional rights for starters?

Torturing him? Illegally questioning him?

Failure to advise him of his rights?

- Mr. LaCrosse, you're a godsend.
- Jorge.

May I remind you that your client
was holding a knife on an innocent man?

You can remind me
all you want to, Sheriff.

It ain't gonna mean jack to a jury.

So, I take it you don't wish
to cooperate with us?

What, are you kidding?

I came here to thank you personally

on behalf of my client,
who I will also be representing

in civil proceedings
against you and the city.

Good day, gentlemen.

Sit down, Mr. Martinez.

You didn't hear what I said?
I'm not staying.

Yes, you are.

What are you gonna do, special agent?

Are you gonna put a bullet in me, too?

Excuse me, sir.
The lab report just got back.

It was a 36052.

Thank you, Bud.

Bud, what the hell are you talking about?

I'm sorry, Mr. Martinez.
I've wasted your time.

- What do you mean by that... that 360...
- That's a lab term.

It's about a hair we found in the motel.

We'll see you in court.

- A lab term?
- Yeah.

'Cause, look, you wanted
to know about the car, right?

That's no longer necessary.

'Cause I... I could tell you
if we made a deal.

Jorge!

Deal?

What kind of deal we talking about here?

Drop the murder charges,

and I'll tell you
where he found the Explorer.

Forget it.

You know you can't prove anything.

We'll see.

Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose, amigo.

He boosted the car at the airport.

Long-term parking, lot C.

- All right.
- Let's get that list of stolen cars.

Thank you, Mr. Martinez.

- What about the hair?
- Yeah.

It belonged to a male in his early 20s.

Brown.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Go back to the waitresses
at the restaurant.

See if that hair color sparks anything.

You got it, Mr. LaCrosse.

They teach you that little 36052 maneuver

- back at the academy, did they, Frank?
- No. My wife did.

And what is she, a con woman?

Sort of. She's a lawyer.

Airport security does have videotape
on all the license plates

coming and going from long-term parking.

We're gonna pull the last 24 hours
and cross-check that with stolen vehicles.

Well, Frank, it looks like you may
have just gotten your first big break.

I think we ought
to make an announcement, Buck.

Announcement? We don't know anything yet.

We know it's not Saldez.

We can blow McGinnis' case
clear out of the water.

No. You do that,
you'd be letting the real killer

know that we're onto him.

I think we'd be making
a big mistake, Buck.

Now most of the folks in town here
are gonna be voting on their lunch hour.

We still got time.

Is that what's going on here,

winning an election?

Winning that election
is my goddamn livelihood.

Now, I know you
don't give a tinker's damn about that,

but I've been working hard
in this office for 15 years,

and if Jack McGinnis wins,

Buck Olmstead ain't the only one
that's gonna lose out around here.

The only reason McGinnis
has not made that announcement

is because he doesn't have enough
to charge Saldez.

And until that time comes...

we just stand pat.

Sheriff, telephone.

Sheriff Olmstead. How can I help you?

Sheriff, Grant Montgomery,
FBI SAC here in Dallas.

I understand Frank LaCrosse
is in your custody.

Well, he's here. He's not in my custody.

Well, I'll be arriving in a couple
of hours to take him off your hands.

Well, Mr. Montgomery,
he's working on a case here.

Shouldn't be. Should be in Philadelphia
on another assignment,

which he left 24 hours ago
without authorization.

And this isn't the first time, Sheriff.

He's left duty posts three times
in the last two months.

He's currently on Bureau probation.

- You want to tell me what he did wrong?
- Not your problem, Sheriff,

but I'd appreciate it
if you'd hold him till we get there.

What about your ongoing investigation
with this killer?

Is that what he told you?

There is no ongoing
FBI investigation, Sheriff.

The case has been closed
for nearly three months.

That's impossible.

- Look, Sheriff...
- No. You look!

Now, I got three people dead in this town,

and you tell me you're coming here
to pick up the only man

that seems to know
what the hell is going on?

Now, I want some answers.

I don't give a shit what you want.

Right now, the only thing
that you'd better deal with

is keeping that man
in your sight till I get there.

Now, if that's too much to ask,
I can have a U.S. Marshal

in your office in five minutes

who can handle
that kind of responsibility.

Are we clear, Sheriff?

Buck, what's going on?

I don't know.

What's wrong with it?

It's not tuned for this elevation.

- Did you fix it?
- No.

Just patched it
till we get to the next town.

And where is that?

Not far.

- Find everything okay, Frank?
- Yeah. Thanks.

- Is this your wife on the horse?
- Yup.

- Beautiful woman.
- Thanks, Frank.

We had 33 wonderful years together.

She passed on...

two years ago.

I'm sorry.

How about you, Frank?
Where'd you meet your wife at?

In law school.

- So, you're a lawyer, too.
- I never took the bar.

I did an internship one summer
with the Bureau and never looked back.

Any children?

One.

And what does your wife think about you

traipsing all over the countryside
chasing bandidos?

Actually, she's very understanding.

That's key.

Sit down and eat.

Plenty more where that came from.

No, thank you.

Nonsense.

I make the very best BLTs
in this part of the country.

The secret's in the tomato.

- Built a greenhouse out back...
- He took my son.

You asked me why he stopped killing.

We were getting close.
We'd had several breaks.

Outside of Boston,
we had roadblocks set up

within 20 minutes of a murder there...

and he slipped through them.

Everybody felt it was
just a matter of time

before we nailed that guy.

And then he took my son.

- And by doing that, he...
- He removed you from the case.

The Bureau gave the kidnapping
the highest priority.

Two weeks later, they found this man...

at a motel in Wisconsin.

His prints matched those found on my door

and with his body,
we found detailed notes about the victims.

Dates, places,
things only the killer would know.

Obviously, you don't think the guy's dead.

It was too easy.

I tracked this man for 18 months.

I know him.

He used that guy to end the chase.

Among the notes...

they found this.

That's my little boy.

"Believe. "

Believe in what?

I don't know.

"2-18"?

Eighteen victims, 18th of February...

Day after tomorrow.

I assume your people
have checked all this out?

Yeah. They found nothing.

And what about your son, Frank?

Do you really think he's still alive?

I don't have a choice.

Texas plate, 234-4S3.

"James Ruskin. "

Ruskin. James.

That's a hit. James Ruskin, missing out
of Midland two days ago.

- What's he driving?
- '77 Cadillac Eldorado, white.

We got it. Put the word out.

That fellow and me,
we went to school together,

went to work together,
he was the best man at my wedding.

I broke my back two years ago.

You wanna guess
who fed my kids while I was laid up?

Come on, Shorty.
Make me sound like a saint.

That's broken, Bob.

Could you hand me
one of those spark plugs?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

What kind of work did you guys do?

We cleared passes for the Rio Grande.

You know, a storm like this can drop...

a foot and a half,
two feet on those passes.

Somebody's got to clear them up
so the freight can get through.

- That was our job.
- And when did you start doing this?

Well, I was in the service for a while...

I got married, had a family.

I guess I figured
I'd better not tempt fate.

You're listening to the Country King.

620 on your dial. And now, the news.

- Amarillo city police have confirmed...
- Hey, Bob, turn that up, will you?

...suspect in custody in connection
with the shooting

at a local apartment complex
early this morning.

Sources close to the investigation

say that the suspect
may have some connection

with the two brutal murders
at a local motel

and a third body discovered
at the apartment complex.

You fellas been following those murders
down in Amarillo?

It's a bad business.

The last two days,
I've been carrying this.

You be careful with that.

Can't be too careful is what I say.

- You going somewhere?
- Stretching my legs.

How long before we're out of here, Shorty?

About ten minutes,
but you ain't going anywhere.

- You're staying with us tonight.
- Next time.

Sweet tooth.

What?

Bob wouldn't tell you,
but he's got a vicious sweet tooth.

Pretty when it comes down like that.

Yeah. And if it gets any prettier,
I'll be spending the night here.

I just wanna pick up some candy.

Sure.

- Pretty quiet.
- Quiet isn't the word.

I broke my tail to get into work today,

nearly ran off the road twice,
and for what?

You're the first person I've seen today.

What about your boss?

Well, he calls and tells me
he can't make it in.

I told him, even Braddock's
across the street is closed,

but does he tell me to lock up
and go home before I get stuck?

'Course not.

- What can I get for you?
- Candy corn. Small bag.

Okay.

Why don't you just lock the store up
and not tell him?

I would, but he's gonna call
and check on me.

Otherwise, believe me, I'd be out of here.

Hey, listen, I didn't mean
to bend your ear with this.

It's 2.75.

That's him.

Better tell Bob.

- Hey, Shorty.
- Hey, John.

- How about some gas?
- Coming right up.

- Finished for the day?
- Just starting.

'77 Eldorado.

Yours?

No. It's a friend of mine's.

She's a beaut.

Wait till you see the interior.

Whoa, baby!

Yeah, that's right, Larry.
Not a soul the entire morning.

Yeah, well, I wish you were paying me
what you're spending to heat the place.

Yeah.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow.

- You didn't take my money.
- Forget it.

If I rang it up,
he'd see it tomorrow and give me hell.

Well, at least let me
buy you a cup of coffee.

Thanks, but I'd better hit the road
while I got the chance.

Hey, I hate to ask, but I might need
a hand getting my car out.

If you wouldn't mind helping me,
and then...

maybe.

Maybe?

You wouldn't be leading me on,
would you?

Bob?

Shorty's finished with the car.

Thanks for coming in and telling me.

Sorry I can't help you.

Maybe next time.

The wind must have turned it around.

Sorry if I interrupted
something back there.

You flatter me, doc.

- Something wrong?
- No.

Nice hat, doc.

Wish you fellas would change your mind.

Next time, Shorty.

Hang on, doc.

I forgot something. I'll be right back.

- Shorty?
- Yo! Back here, Bob!

You forget something?

Yeah.

If you're gonna try to force money on me,

you should know better,
'cause I ain't accepting it.

What's the matter, buddy?

When did he spot it?

Twenty minutes ago
at a gas station in Martinsberg.

The officer did not know the car was hot.

He's going back right now to investigate.

Do we have a description of the driver?

Yes. White male, early 20s, brown hair.

Matches one of our unknowns
from the motel.

And another thing, Buck...

they're here for him.

Okay.

Light's changed.

Yeah. I see it.

- They're here.
- Thank God.

Wait a minute, Frank.

Close the door.

Oh, my God, they're leaving!

What's the story, Deputy?

You said he'd be here 15 minutes ago.

Well, you know,
Buck's been having some car trouble.

He's got a bad solenoid on that starter.

I'll call him. I'll call him right now.

Buck, what the hell are you doing?

Don't ask any questions
if you don't wanna hear the answer.

Buck, are you out of your mind?

You're messing
with a federal investigation here.

That's called obstruction of justice.

I know exactly what it's called.

Get on the phone to the airport.

Tell them to have the chopper
standing by in ten minutes.

A department helicopter?

And I want a car waiting for him
in Martinsberg.

Buck, McGinnis is gonna have
a field day with this.

Even if you do win,
he'll have you impeached.

Well, I guess we can just consider
this my last official act.

Colorado State Patrol
says they've got roadblocks

set up in a 200-mile radius.

Lot of snow up there right now.

Slow going.

Maybe you'll get lucky.

Thanks.

Buck?

Go find him, Frank.

Time's a-wasting.

Damn.

It's cold.

I know.

Heater ain't working. Radio, too.

Shorty must have blown a fuse
when he was working.

- Where are we?
- My shortcut.

We'll skirt the storm this way.

Cut two hours off our time.

- If we get there.
- Trust me, doc.

Trust me.

Doc, while you were sleeping,
I was thinking...

and I've decided
I have to ask a great favor of you.

I have a son.

I'm not the best old man
he could have had,

but I do my best.

I have someone to keep him for me.

- Where's his mother?
- She's dead.

My sister keeps him.

Why are you telling me this?

I've been thinking
about if something happened to me,

he's got no one to look up to.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

I don't need you to take care of him.

He needs somebody
to sort of be a godfather to him.

Be an example.

- What, me?
- You're smart, doc.

Tough. Responsible.

Hard qualities to find these days.

If something did happen to me,
I'd appreciate it if you'd do that for me.

Sure.

Thank you. He lives in Oakland.

8899 Todd Street.

Down near the bay.

You remember that address?

-8899 Todd.
- Yeah. Thanks, doc.

I feel better already.

Yeah.

Just in time?

Hold on, doc!

God damn it, get out!

Bob?

Bob?

Hey, Bob!

Yeah, I'm here!

Don't come down here, doc!
It's too dangerous!

My God.

Can you get out?

No, it's jammed!

Then I'm coming down!

Stay up there! One wrong move,

and they'll be digging
both our asses out in July.

Hang on!

God damn, you deaf son of a bitch,
I said stay up there!

It's a little too late for that.

If we get out of this thing, I'm gonna
beat the shit out of you for sure.

This ain't so bad.

No, Mr. Ice-water-in-the-veins?

But now, since you're down here,
you might as well get me out of this.

Here.

Here, I got a better idea.

And be careful not to cut my pearls, see?

Real easy.

Don't want you cutting the wrong thing.

God, I'm sure gonna miss you girls.

Thank you, baby. I'll see you later.
Let's get the hell out of here!

I've got you.

Thanks, doc.

I'll still beat the shit out of you.

Come on, let's get.

- I hope you know where we are.
- I sure do, partner.

I sure do.

Just a little stroll,
then a nice warm bed.

I can smell that coffee brewing right now.

Yeah, and some grits, bacon,
and some biscuits and honey.

Yeah.

I'm telling you,
you're gonna like this place, doc.

What the hell...

What the hell, you think you got
nine lives or something?

Get on up here!

You think that's funny?

Doc!

Bob!

Bob!

I've got you, doc.

Don't even think about trying to pull
some local strings here, Sheriff.

I consider what you did
to be a serious obstruction of justice,

and I'm gonna make sure
you remember this day.

Damn, Grant,
you've got me quaking in my boots.

- Mr. LaCrosse?
- Yes.

Captain Heber of Colorado State Patrol.

I'm supposed to hold you
till your people get up here tomorrow.

You mind if I have a look around, Captain?

Be my guest.

Victim's name was Clyde "Shorty" Callahan.

No murder weapon was found.

Never even tried to pull it.

We figured it was a blitz attack.

How else can you do that
to a man with a loaded. 38?

Maybe he trusted him.

We've still got roadblocks up
on routes ten, 160, and out on 350.

If he wanted to get out of this valley,
he'd have to pass through one of them.

And I guarantee no Cadillac has.

What about the roads
through the mountains,

- have they been checked?
- No need to.

I can tell you right now
they're completely impassable.

Nothing going in or out.

You don't think he made it
past the roadblocks.

He's not in the mountains.

- Where is he?
- I didn't say

he didn't get through the roadblocks.
I said no Cadillac like that has.

I've got a report that says
there's over 200 stranded vehicles

on I-25 alone.

And that's just between here and Pueblo.
If he were heading to...

Alamosa, the weather's worse.

And I think when we start digging
all those vehicles out,

we're gonna find us one white Cadillac.

Kind of got ahead of himself, didn't he?

Not even the 17th.

I asked Ruth to hold a room for you

over at the railroad maintenance dorm
over by the tracks.

It's the only place in town.

I thought you were supposed
to hold me.

Well, it's 20 miles to the nearest lockup,
and I figure if the killer can't get out,

you can't either.

Thanks, Captain.

Don't thank me. Thank Buck Olmstead.

Damn shame about that election.

Won't be the same without him.

- Howdy.
- Good evening.

- You Mr. LaCrosse?
- Yes.

Sign in here, please.

Terrible thing, that murder.

You know, I used to baby-sit for Shorty
when he was just a little fella.

I can't believe it.

- Good night, Ruth.
- See you, Bill.

- You be careful up there now.
- You betcha.

Shorty used to do that.

- What's that?
- Clear the passes.

His wife made him give it up
on account it was too dangerous.

That's irony, isn't it?

He gave up clearing the passes
'cause it was too dangerous.

Then he gets hisself killed
in his own garage.

Well, here's your key.

The room is out the door to the right.

- Here you go, Bob.
- Yeah. Nice.

Yeah.

Where is everyone, Al?

I thought this place would be packed.

Well, you can't get in,
and nobody's getting out,

so it ain't packed.

- How'd you all get in to La Veta, anyway?
- We hoofed it.

Had a little car trouble
up on the mountain.

- You guys are really lucky.
- Yeah.

It don't look like he held up too well.

He did better than you think.

Wonderful, Robby.

- Tell Sally it was delicious.
- Will do, Sheriff.

And I brought that little
something you asked for.

Thank you.

I'll get you a glass.

Make it two, will you, Robbie?

Well, I see you've adjusted well
to your new situation.

Care to join the recently unemployed
in a drink?

Don't be so down, Nate.

It's not your fault.

You know,
I just can't help thinking that...

maybe we should have made
that announcement.

Maybe.

Or maybe if he'd killed in Midland
instead of Amarillo...

or if Saldez would have had
his little shoot-'em-up

in our jurisdiction
instead of McGinnis'...

who knows?

Maybe we should have turned him in.

Maybe we should've done
a lot of things differently.

But turning Frank in was never an option.

- Why not?
- 'Cause he told the truth.

Once you've heard the truth,
everything else is just cheap whiskey.

I might have settled for him.

No, you wouldn't.

You're a good policeman, Nate.

You're gonna do just fine with Jack.

Now you go on home
and hug those children.

Give that pretty wife of yours a kiss

and know that what you've done
was the right thing.

- What about you, Buck?
- Me?

Well, you can see
that this whole experience

has just devastated me.

Good night, Sheriff.

- Bob, good to see you.
- You, too, Hank.

- Hey, Bob.
- Hey, Tate.

What's news, Cubby?

Someone got killed over in Martinsberg.

They think it might
be the same guy from Amarillo?

If they do, they ain't saying.

State Patrol say
they're looking for a young fella.

You boys seem to be up on all the news.

Well, hell,

we been stuck here
since the day before yesterday.

Haven't done anything but watch TV.

Well, then,

it's time we get that pass opened up
and move on.

Well, they're gonna
send a crew up tonight.

You're more than welcome to go with them.

- Be like old times.
- In my youth, friend. In my youth.

- Thank you, Hank.
- Now, what's your rush?

Well, you see,
the lack of female clientele disturbs me.

By the way, Tate,

you hear anything about the 2-18?

Martinsberg? Last I heard, it's going up.

But it don't come here. You know that.

Just asking.

Well, they got the pass open.

Don't worry.
The 2-18's the only train till tomorrow.

The pass is clear, boys.
I got the word the pass is clear.

All right. Thank you.

Mickey, you ready to go?

You're full of shit, Joe,
you know that, right?

I know what I'm talking about.
A Cadillac. I know what a Cadillac is.

Filled with pictures
of naked women, right?

That's what I said.

I heard it on the radio.

What about that car?

You heard it, too.
Tell this guy it's the truth, will you?

It's the car that the killer in Amarillo
was driving, wasn't it?

See? He knows.

Hey, stranger. How about this for a day?

They sent a plow up to the pass last night
and had some luck.

We got about 30 minutes
before the train leaves.

You feeling all right, doc?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...

just a little tired here.

- Sleep okay?
- Yeah.

I thought maybe you heard the police
were looking for a car like mine.

A white Cadillac.

Yeah, I did.

Well, that car that they're looking for
had Texas plates.

Mine had Oklahoma tags, remember?

Yeah. That's right.

- You do believe me, don't you?
- Yeah. It's just...

it's crazy. It... it just took me
by surprise, you know?

You? How about me?

Well, I'm going downstairs
to catch the weather.

Throw on your clothes,
and we'll grab a bite before we go.

Okay.

Frigid temperatures continue
to blow in from the northwest,

and it looks like we won't even reach
the 32-degree mark

- until sometime this weekend.
- At Cherry Creek Dodge,

we've been steering you right
with great deals for 16 years.

Now we've put special
anniversary sale prices

on every car, truck, and van.

That means full-sized Ram trucks
are going for 116 dollar a month.

Hey, doc. Ready?

Where did you get that car?

Look, doc,
I can understand your concerns...

but you ever stop to think about

how many white caddies there probably are
in the great state of Texas?

Probably a lot.

I'd say more than that.

But not that many with pictures.

Where'd you get the car?

Well, I lied to you.

I wasn't taking it to no one.

It's my car.

Bought it in Tulsa
the day before I picked you up,

- but that doesn't mean I killed anyone.
- Stop right there.

I told you it was a friend's,
because I figured

you'd feel too uncomfortable
if you thought it was mine.

And I was right, wasn't I? Wasn't I?

I was gonna throw all those pictures out
when I got to Salt Lake.

They were a hoot, though, weren't they?
Those pictures?

Doc, if I killed those people,
why would I travel in that car?

Don't come any closer.

If I was the killer,

would I take you
to all the places where I'm known,

introduce you to my friends,
hell, even save your neck?

- I mean it!
- If I was the killer,

why didn't I kill you?

I had plenty of chances.

God damn it!

It was my car!

- Prove it!
- With what?

I got off a train and bought it off
a fella for 500 bucks!

I knew it wasn't on the up and up
because of the price.

What did you expect me to do,
ask him for a receipt?

That is the truth!

And if you can't trust me,
then turn me in...

'cause all I got is my word.

In Amarillo this morning,

police officials announced
that the key suspect has been booked

for the murders
of three people there Friday.

Amarillo city police chief Jack McGinnis

praised investigators
for the arrest of Hector Saldez.

I wanna thank the combined efforts

of the city police
and forensic departments

for the arrest of this killer.

The suspect's name is Hector Saldez.

Mr. Saldez has been wanted
in New Mexico and Oklahoma

on assault charges.

Now, both of these states
have waived extradition

so that we may proceed
with the prosecution.

Chief, do these murders

have anything to do with the murder
in Colorado yesterday?

Well, I can't comment
on their investigation.

Chief McGinnis would not comment
on whether there was any connection

between the slayings
in Texas and a recent murder in...

Just an accident, Al.

Nothing to get all excited about.

Let me know what we owe you for damages.

- What?
- Colorado State Patrol

found his car in a stream
near a railroad trestle.

Seems he lost control
while chasing a train.

They're looking for his body now.

- A train?
- Yeah, a Rio Grande freight. The 2-18.

2-18?

It wasn't a date.

He set him up.

We've gotta get in touch with that train.

Can't. They're out of contact
till it gets to the other side.

Storm's knocked out
telephone transmission.

- How long?
- Five hours.

Five hours.

He knew Frank wouldn't give up...

so he sucked him in.

Wait, are you saying that the killer
was expecting him to be there?

And I helped deliver him.

- Who are you?
- Ray Calabrese.

Don't shoot me. Please.

- How'd you lose your shoe?
- Getting on the train.

How'd you get here?

I was with that crew that cleared
La Veta pass last night.

Everyone else went back down
to Martinsberg with the plow.

I live in Salida,
on the other side of the pass.

2-18 picks me up here, takes me home.

- When's the next one due over?
- This is it for the day.

No, that's not possible.
There's gotta be another one.

Not unless you wanted to climb the hill
to the upper grade at Understanding,

catch the 20-10.

There are two lines through the pass.

The upper grade is on the other side
of the hill.

- What's Understanding, a town?
- No, man.

It's a railroad siding.

- When's it come through?
- The 20-10?

In about an hour.

You can't go up there like that.

Watch me.

Wait.

What do I owe you?

Bill's already been settled.

Bob paid it.

- You know where I can find him?
- Over at the freight office.

Sorry.

Right, then. I'm on my way. Bye.

Could I talk to you?

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Doc, if I had been in your shoes,
hearing what you heard,

I'd have probably held a gun on me, too.

If the offer's still open...

I'm going over with you.

Glad to have you, partner.

- Bobby! Hey!
- Hey!

- How you doing, buddy?
- Oh, God.

Hey, doc! This crusty old thing here...

- Welcome! Welcome!
- ... is Tex Monroe.

Climb aboard.

I'll tell you, any friend of this man
is a friend of mine.

Come on. I got a lot to tell you
about Bobby. Come on in here.

Now, if you won't help him,
let me out of here, and I will.

You've helped the FBI enough already,
don't you think?

My God, man.

- He's trying to find his son.
- It's a pipe dream, Sheriff.

Jack.

I need your help here, Jack.

I wish I could help you, Buck...

but...

It's a federal thing.

By the time it would take me
to get a hearing...

I don't need a hearing.
I need you to turn the key.

Christ, Buck.

This is the last thing
I need on the first day.

Yes, it is.

Open the door.

You're off to a good start, Jack.

Anything else you need?

Well, as a matter of fact...

there is.

Yup, we're getting up close to the pass.

Trains still get swept away in slides
up here.

Careful what you touch up there, doc.

Yes, siree. Those levers control them
big four-ton wings out there.

You send one out by accident...

have just a little bit of trouble
getting through the next tunnel.

What gives them power?

Them big air tanks
in the main compartment.

This always been your job,
working this thing?

No, no. I'm just a-hauling this spreader
over to Alamosa.

Clearing passes ain't a job I cotton to.

Night work, mostly. Cold. Oh, God.

Bobby, he used to clear
these passes up here, though.

Long time ago, Tex. Long time ago.

Anybody got a light?

Well, I'll be damned. This is the place.

Where them murders were in Amarillo.

The motel in Amarillo.
Been on the news for two days.

Did I say something?

Yeah, Tex, you did.

I hope I didn't say nothing bad.

Nothing bad, Tex.

It's just old doc over there

has got me pegged as a killer
right about now.

What?

Where'd you get
a crazy thought like that?

Why, they're looking
for some young fella with brown hair.

Sort of like yours. Jeez.

This here man is the salt of the earth.

The salt of the earth.

Stay right there, doc.

Oh, my God.

Let me help him.

It's too late.

There's nothing you can do.

Bring that pack down here.

I'll take the gun.

Relax, doc.

- You followed me from the motel.
- Actually, from the night before.

I watched you check in.

The motel was full,
so you shared a room with that fella.

I didn't stay.

I was car shopping that night.

But by the time you came over
for breakfast

the next morning...

I was back.

I heard you ask for a ride.

Then I paid your friend Mr. Sutherland
a visit.

It was a quick visit.

- They'll find you.
- I don't think so.

Like Tex said...

they ain't looking for me.

Where's the gun?

Freeze.

- I didn't do it.
- Get away from him.

Look, it was him.

He's the one who did it.
He's the one who killed him.

- I didn't do it.
- Where is he?

What? Who?

I will kill you to find him.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Look out!

You made good time, Frank.

I have to admit,

I was worried for a while
that you'd make it at all.

Drop the gun so we can talk civilized.

State Patrol knows I'm on this train.

They know you're on it.

They'll be waiting on the other side.

Always needing help, aren't you, Frank?

You didn't start out that way.

In the beginning,
when it was just me and you,

it was a challenge.

I'd make a move,

then you'd make a move.

Then you had
to start playing the game unfairly.

- It never was a game.
- Yes, it was.

Me against you.

Then it was me against you
and 50 other agents.

- Then 200 agents.
- You never seemed to have any trouble.

Hey, don't bullshit me, Frank.

So I had to level the playing field.

That's why I took your boy.

- Where is he?
- Remember the deal?

Kill me to find him.

You had your chance, Frank!
You should have taken it!

Bye, Frank!

Don't talk.

Rest.

Southern Pacific, this is Denver dispatch.
You read me?

Yeah. You got the nerve, doc.

It's time to give it up.

Now.

Where's my son?

Kill me to find him, Frank.
That was the deal.

Southern Pacific twenty-ten,
this is Colorado State Patrol.

- Try him again.
- You know, Tex is an old fella.

Just because he doesn't answer his radio
doesn't mean...

You know, that's odd.

There's no smoke
coming out of that smokestack.

Sy! Sy, get the dispatcher!

Buck.

Oh, my God. Frank.

Back there.

Take care of this one.

Is that him?

The killer's dead.

What about your boy?

Just hang in there, son.

We'll get you to the hospital.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's got hypothermia.

Help me up.

Sir, you better come here.

He said the city condemned this place
about two months ago.

Ain't nobody lived here since.

He's missing his son.

The guy was a killer, Frank.

Yeah.

But he wasn't a liar.

Andy.

Daddy!