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Thank you.

Good 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.

I'll have to find them.

I'll be right here.

You can bet money on the account.

Opportunity of a long life.

XBET. Make your choice. Without going to bed. Paying my bills. On the cell phone

screen. Make your bet.

Easy and practical. Much faster.

Make your choice. Won or passed.

Money for the account. Reloaded.

Money is money.

XBET. I paid on the app. No stress.

Luxury life. No check.

It's all on the internet.

I live like a king. I played the game and bet.

Riches I accumulated.

Do that too.

Where are 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

about... three minutes.

You need me to stick that out?

Oh, I've got it. Make me a meatloaf. What do you say?

I'm sorry, honey, but I'll be sleeping by the time you get in.

You want to sleep?

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

Love you.

Love you.

I don't believe we found the bank thief.

No. He earned this money.

You can see the door of an open Oxbet on your computer.

On the phone, the notification that your money was credited.

In addition, here we have the footprint of a man who generates great profits.

And how do you know that?

How do I know that?

Well, he always comes to visit me.

And I advise you to download the app too.

I'm with 48 on that 1081.

Can you help me bring up the latest bulletin on the interstate homicide?

Denver forward a list of stolen vehicle plates.

you're going to have to say that he thought he thought it would be a good

think that the night we need an ambulance michael

the bloodthirsty killer that many are calling the Satanic Slasher.

California, Nevada, Utah, and Arizona, as well as New Mexico and Colorado, have

been a trail of life.

Remember, decapitation and mutilation.

Please now confirm that Satanic Slasher.

Blood.

Thank you.

Anything? He had himself forced out of the city and abandoned the sedan.

We found another victim.

A woman.

Took her ID, everything. So there's no way to identify her yet.

There's no telling when he's driving around.

There's a potential emotional undercurrent here that we haven't

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

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,

matter how many times you replay what happened back in your mind, the outcome

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 because 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. I don't know what I'm

going to 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.

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.

Oh, good 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.

It's a provisional leave, two weeks.

My dying wasn't your fault.

There's 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 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?

And four days ago, four days that had felt like a lifetime, I had thought

one thing.

A thought.

A thought I had.

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

Because you're right.

Nothing will bring Mike back.

So what's left?

Another shot.

Another chance. Just one bullet could save however many lives. And Mike gets a

rest in peace.

I don't know.

Maybe I get to sleep at night.

You'll never find him.

I don't have to find him.

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

Dad,

I'm done talking.

You know me.

Tell me again not to go. You think that'll stop me?

Keep your gun in patch 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 rapists have got it right.

Earth is meant to have our seed spilled upon it and to be trod upon and pillaged

and forcibly violated.

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.

or tribute, if you've got the dedication.

Well, thank you, Mr. Metal. It's always very illuminating.

Our case files for Topeka, yeah.

In the spirit of cooperation, maybe you could let me take a look at what you've

got on the Kit Carson killing.

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

Is there anyone else that I can speak to?

I don't think that's what my point is.

Belief is not enough to solve this case.

Yeah, well, any information would be really, really helpful.

Okay, well, maybe I can speak to him on Molina Clan.

Anything would be helpful.

Any information on the slasher cannons in Las Vegas, or... Okay, well, maybe I

can leave my number in case you change your mind.

Thank you.

Or nothing.

To all... I wanted to put in a classified ad.

How much is it for Sunday?

The national ad.

I need your credit card number.

I'm very sorry. I don't have any ideas.

And, and, you know.

Capital M, space.

Capital N, space.

Capital O.

Under that.

To go through all so sheer faith.

Making her be your friend.

Need help?

Please reply.

Let Chicago know. So long as they're kept in the loop, maybe they'll set up

hair. DC gets DC'd on everything, those SOPs.

Okay, right now, I need two equally important things brought to me in the

15 minutes. The entire forensics workup on the flasher, the chicken salad

sandwich. Excuse me, are you Agent Dolan?

Sorry, I was looking for you.

And you are?

Officer Jane Archer of the Kansas State Police.

I was told you were heading off the flasher investigation.

May I?

If you don't mind, I'd like to look over your shoulder for a day or two.

I realize it's an unusual request.

You're joking, right?

Pretty serious, actually.

You know the trooper that was murdered in Kansas?

He was my husband.

I was with him when he died.

There's so much to ask. Just help me fill in the blanks.

But with due respect, I don't appreciate having my arm twisted.

Why are you even looking for it?

Take a nickel's worth of free advice.

Hello? Yeah, hello.

Is this Trooper Archer?

Jane Archer?

Yeah, who's this?

This is Agent Becky Collins.

We crossed paths at the FBI field office earlier.

I'm thinking maybe we should talk.

Thank you.

really appreciate you meeting with me yeah well next round is definitely on

if no one knew i was walking through this he uh drew it as

we know the birth killings were 16 days ago death valley junction a tiny place

he dismembered the dirks paint shopkeeper there so money credit card

tools clothing food

The victims he chooses are those of pure opportunity and those who take

something specific from, like the pharmacist from Colorado.

Yeah, he'll kill for painkillers and psychotropics.

Percocet, Percodan, Oxycontin. We don't think he's stealing.

He's taking these drugs himself, all of them.

And the gun shop in Nevada, was it? That's him. He broke in after hours, got

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

and the shop's owner was a collector he had a secret stash of hand grenades now

all missing jesus yeah and um the library and theater he

held the security guard and the librarian yep we got that surveillance

what did he want from a public library that he couldn't get off the internet

well if there's one thing the fbi still does well track the internet he's not on

it He took exactly two books from a set of encyclopedias.

N and T.

N and T.

His mission, if he even has a mission, having had an east from motel to motel,

sometimes spending whole days in one place.

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

I assume he's been living in a vehicle.

Do you want?

Let me show you.

He appeared three days ago, three years after Kansas.

Checked in in the dead of night, on foot, paid cash.

The hotel clerk was a total stoner.

Couldn't give a description, didn't even have him register.

Workless. The middle of the next day, the maid ignored the dude on the third

side on the doorknob.

Didn't see it somehow.

Let himself in.

He used an axe, cut her in half.

This seems to have gotten his creative juices flowing.

This is how he leaves all the crime scenes.

Open the gates.

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

Can I use your computer?

Take a look at this.

From those murders in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Church killings years ago.

He was a Satanist. Richard Reeves. Richard Joshua Reeves. He killed 13

Similar profile.

We're aware.

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

But our guy, he's not really copycatting.

Reeves was a mass murderer.

Not serial.

He may be an admirer of Reeves at least.

Inspired by him.

Okay, judging by the distance he's been traveling, in the next day or two, this

is where he'll actually be.

Somewhere between Columbus, Ohio and Wheeling, West Virginia.

110 miles, 25 exits, give or take.

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

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

I'll just say, be careful.

Thanks for sticking your neck out.

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

I'll pass your theories along.

Yeah, for all the good that'll do.

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

There's a small construction and demolition company near Kansas City.

Quantities of explosives were stolen.

Explosives? Dynamite.

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

Enough to do significant damage.

Manson and his family, as the cult members called themselves, killed seven

people in the infamous Kate LaBianca murders of 1969.

Messages were left written on the walls in blood.

Devil worship was...

when teenager Richard Joshua Reeves committed the grisly killing at Christ's

Cross Church in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Reeves murdered 13 hostages inside the church, including a priest, while

performing what authorities described as a ritualistic black mass.

going to be behind it? The government.

I read on 8chan how our government, they've been keeping criminals in secret

military prisons for doing experiments on them. Now one of those criminals is

finally at peace.

Hello?

Can I help you?

I'm listening.

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

And have you come to, uh, confess?

Not exactly.

Pardon me?

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you.

That reminds me.

Can I get a glass of milk, please?

Thank you.

briefly held hostage inside the church that March afternoon.

He claimed that human sacrifice was necessary to, quote, fulfill his

to Satan.

In a coordinated siege upon the church, Harrisburg police officers managed to

capture Reeves alive.

In 2004, facing a death sentence, Reeves finally met his end when he was shot

and killed while attacking a prison guard in the federal penitentiary where

was held.

We're asking all the major East Coast hotel chains to help us when the flasher

gets through.

This aspect is almost certainly a white male.

Bob average height, stocky build, will be traveling alone, pays in cash.

Whatever you do, do not confront this man.

If you have suspicions about a guest you feel fits the description, call 911.

Good afternoon, sir.

Austin Archer.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but...

we'd actually like some help watching out for the interstate killer the

oh a lot of little information we have i'd like to run by you in case any of

your guests match the profile he'd be a white male alone paying cash most likely

police have made it sound like he's likely not going to come around here

i think they're probably right about that actually i wasn't working the desk

last night so i don't know how helpful i can be

I can check the register. We still have our guests signed in.

There's no one staying alone.

All right. Maybe I'll just leave you my number.

Thanks for your time.

Oh, there's one gentleman.

Checked in last night.

Alone.

Mr. Reeves.

What did you say?

Reeves. Late last night. R .J. Reeves.

May I look at that?

Yeah.

Room 105.

Go down the hall.

Make a left outside.

Okay, I'm getting a taxi, sir.

You call the police. You tell them the slasher is here. This is not a prank

call. This is for real.

Call them now!

You're watching porn?

Of course not.

This is Eva Helph, the new ambassador of 1xBet. Everyone felt good when Eva

Helph became the new ambassador of 1xBet.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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

Looking for someone to lend you a hand?

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

If I need help finding someone, what do you need to be done discreetly?

I'm going to need the day offline.

Where are you?

I'm probably in here.

Well, you're not far from us, actually.

Why don't you come talk to us tonight?

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

Agent Collins, Jane Archer. I'm on my way to Baltimore and trying to get a 410

area code number.

If there's any way you can help me out by matching an address to this number,

I'd hugely appreciate it.

Hi.

The gate's broken, just a second.

I used to open it myself, but now it doesn't.

Let me get that for you.

Okay, okay. I was just going to take it. I was going to put it in the back of

the bed.

Not a problem.

Right there.

Oh, what did you say your name was again?

Richard.

Oh, Richard.

First, I have to ask for my own protection and the protection of my

Are you a cop?

Policeman?

No.

Because if you are and you say you're not, that's just, um... Anyway,

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

Even without us using the classifieds.

We're all in this together, right?

We need information.

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

Enlightenment, more like.

He has a great magus.

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

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

You are his invited guest, so he's just excited to meet you.

And I'm Marvin, by the way.

Heard of Mr. Pendleton, right?

Yeah, he made his money in the supermarket biz years ago.

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

Or keep it with you.

Whatever.

Just follow me.

Oh, well, well.

Our guest has finally arrived.

Yes, please make yourself welcome.

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

Yes. So, ladies and gentlemen, meet another traveler on the left -hand path.

Mr... Oh, Richard.

I'm just Richard.

Richard?

You know, my fear told me to expect a visitor.

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

Are you here, Richard?

You know, it's really quite remarkable that you're here at all, Richard, let me

tell you. Lucky for you, Marvin here, he makes a hobby out of scouring the

classifieds. Always on the lookout for any voice in the wilderness.

I go through it all.

When he showed me your ad, I was flabbergasted.

I need information.

Benefits of soul.

If you are who you claim you were, then I don't have the means to get it.

Oh, well, have Marvin help you with that.

Easily done.

Smartest, most committed acolyte. Here, not a problem.

Now, let's hear a little about yourself.

How long have you had the knowledge?

As long as I can remember.

Oh, splendid.

Then your family were followers?

I have no family.

So you found the fallen one all on your own.

You know, I've always said the truest believers are naked.

But those who sought out the faith.

Hail Satan!

Hail Satan!

I live to serve him.

And I'll die to serve him.

Wonderful.

There are those who say that the party's over for us. The reality is, my friend,

the party has just begun.

I mean, look around.

Turn on the television.

They rule over this world. I mean, can there be any doubt?

Only oil conglomerates and the government work hand in glove to wage

drain the planet of every last vestige of U .I .D.

Hallelujah.

It's a vibrant speech from Mr. Pendleton.

You can tell Mr.

Pendleton likes you.

This way.

This is your room.

Anyway, what was this information you keep asking about?

The one I need to find.

Okie dokie.

Fine.

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

Good. But he's a man of discretion.

Well, you can probably imagine Mr. P's need to protect himself from his

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

Looking to put a hex on them?

I don't know their name.

Right. Well, how am I supposed to find them?

I know what they do.

You've lost me.

I know what city they're in.

Okay. I still don't follow.

There's a certain city.

I need to know who there does this job.

Who they are.

Where they live.

Right. Facing accusations of vigilantism earlier in the week since Officer

Archer's husband, also a Kansas State Trooper, was blamed in cold blood by the

slasher.

I've got to say the FBI press briefing, so please leave me alone.

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

If I have the chance to somehow help track him down, then why wouldn't I do

exactly that?

We looked into the newspaper ads weeks ago, there's no evidence connecting them

to the slasher. Anyone can do this. We're not wasting manpower on a hunch.

I'll advise you again.

Go back to Kansas before you get yourself killed.

The FBI's got us. You're way out of your lane.

You've reached 5550324.

We have a message.

Officer Archer, we bumped into each other at the motel the other day.

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

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

On the 28th, we will open the gates and give my regards to your husband.

We call thee forth to bear witness to our

carnal...

Let others celebrate the death of their hippie superhero.

We celebrate the life and infernal majesty of Lord of the

Flies.

Hello.

Okay.

There you are.

Listen, uh, I thought we wanted that private detective guy. He came through.

Seems like it was no biggie.

You're welcome.

Hey!

What? So that's it?

You're leaving?

Look, I really think that you should wait and say goodbye to Mr. Pendleton,

don't you?

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

He's going to wonder why you left all of a sudden without saying thank you.

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

That's all it really is.

What are you doing?

Your friend's going to hell out of schedule.

What the hell?

You're not like them.

I believe you believe.

You're him.

You're the slasher.

Leave.

Never look back.

Keep silent.

find you.

So people, they are desert.

They are desert.

I gave to you feds and to everyone and anyone who would listen. I gave you

everything, everything.

So where the fuck was everyone?

I got here. Where the fuck were you?

But we don't know. We don't have any evidence. And when we're down here. I

him. I told you it was him. I mean, you do realize we are fielding something

like two dozen bogus leads by the hour. Listen to me.

20 years ago, devil worshiper Richard Joshua Reeves committed the church

in Harrisburg.

A few years later, the satanic metal band Demon Fist started writing songs

Reeves, inspired by him. They even posed for one of their album covers in front

of the abandoned church where the murders took place.

Now, because of Reeves, and probably because of those albums, that church,

Christ Cross Church, is a mecca for would -be Satanists.

Reeves inspires Demon Fist. Demon Fist and Reeves inspire The Flasher. He is

quoting titles and lyrics from these albums, and the whole time...

The Slasher is using Reeves' name.

Maybe he even thinks he is Reeves.

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

The Slasher is going to Harrisburg.

In other news outside the Slasher killings, today marks the 28th

Three Mile Island, the worst civilian nuclear disaster in American history.

Well, we were outside early that morning, March 28th, and the ground

shake. My sister says, that's an earthquake.

I said, it don't feel like an earthquake, an earthquake.

Don't make sounds like that, I said. I think something happened at Three Mile

Island.

that we had to evacuate our homes immediately before a hole got burned

the center of the earth. We abandoned everything, our homes, our belongings.

We were terrified.

Well, since we're on the subject, I firmly believe that it's important to

remember history, even if it's darker and pleasant. Maybe especially if it's

darker and pleasant, because we have to learn from our mistakes. I'm not arguing

with that, but sometimes we just have to let things go.

Why don't you call her and find out?

She's your sister, isn't she?

If she's my sister, that makes her your sister too.

I'm aware. I'm well aware.

Leonard will.

Do you love your wife?

Look who finally decided to show up.

3M1

Today marks the March 28th anniversary of Three Mile Island, the worst civilian

nuclear disaster in American history.

What did he want from a public library?

He took exactly two bucks, N and T.

When the uranium core of the Harrisburg power plant partially melted down,

spewing radiation over Pennsylvania and neighboring states.

The money disposed of was stolen.

Old school volatile TNT.

They told us we had to evacuate our homes immediately before a hole got

down to the center of the earth.

Oh my god.

to work already?

He's got a call back in my crate here.

If there's anything, go.

I'll be back.

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

All right.

Let him through.

You need to send officers right away. Do you understand?

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

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be okay.

I'll be back. You'll be okay.

Please, you don't need me anymore.

You don't need me anymore.

You don't need me anymore.

You don't need me anymore.

Archer, listen to me. I have every reason to believe there's about to be an

attack on this plant.

What are you talking about?

He's here.

He's already here.

There's something going on in Control Reactor One.

Open the gate. Do it. You, ride with me. Hold on. Just hold on. Look, I know who

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

Okay.

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

He's locked in the control room.

He's taking Leo hot pitch.

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

or engineering, follow me.

Let you out.

Your wife's waiting for you.

Oh, don't do it.

And I'll kill you.

What have we got?

Reactor one's operating at 75%. The problem is Leo's flushing the core. He

overrode the system. He's purging the coolant. All of it. Water levels are

plummeting. The emergency system will kick in once the poor temperature rises

above nominal.

He's gonna kill that man.

Leo.

This isn't a hostage situation.

There's not going to be a negotiation.

Look, I know how this sounds, but the guy in there, that's a slasher.

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

It's suicide.

He's very dangerous.

He has explosives. He will have brought them.

She blows up the audience.

We're done.

the grenade and the detonator. Not much TNT.

It can take out the entire control room.

Can't you just shut it down before he does anything? You must be able to do

that. Not from outside the control room, no.

Security!

You've got to get in there right now.

You have to get in there and stop it.

We're another way into the control room. The ventilation system.

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

It's even designed to keep a radiation leak out. All right, people, listen.

Listen up.

Notify the NRC and civil defense.

Southern Three Mile Island is on the verge of catastrophic failure.

If we're lucky, they've got two, maybe three hours to try to evacuate all of

central Pennsylvania.

This has been closed since forever.

Plexi. Bulletproof, I'm sure.

Thank you.

Welcome to the kingdom of hell.

There is some speculation over whether the Three Mile Island killer may still

alive. I told you, our government is creating human monsters and releasing

back into the world.

Shown here in archival footage is Richard Joshua Reeve's 1999 arrest and

conviction for the Christ Cross mass murder, which was thought to have

an end to his killing spree.

That tragedy now pales in comparison to the trail of death he left in his wake

in the past few weeks as the satanic clashes.

At a minimum, he is responsible for 48 deaths on his recent murder spree, and

some claim that he may have survived his suicide run at Three Mile Island.

A spokesperson for the FBI denies those claims.

Insisting Reeves suffered several gunshot wounds including one to the head

ultimately proved fatal.

Welcome home, Reed.

Yeah, Death Valley bit you.