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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.

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

three minutes.

You need me to stick around?

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 around the place?

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

Love you.

Love you.

Dispatch, this is car 14.

Go ahead, 14.

I'm with 48 on that 10 -81.

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

Didn't Denver forward a list of stolen vehicle plates?

10 -49.

Shots fired. Trooper is down.

Shooter is eastbound. Eastbound on 28.

Mall marker is 79.

We need an ambulance.

It's Michael.

Honey.

Honey, it's Jane.

Everything's going to be okay.

Everything's going to be okay. They're on their way. They're coming.

They're coming right now.

You're going.

Day five of a wave of terror and sudden and unexpected violence that literally

has a stranglehold on the American public.

Across six states, at least 15 victims have met their fate at the hands of the

bloodthirsty killer that many are calling the Satanic Slasher.

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

seen a trail of bodies, dismemberments, decapitations, and mutilation.

Please now confirm that the panic symbol is graphic. The murder is often written

in the victim's blood. In the next hour, we'll take you inside the killer's mind

as we speak with a psychiatrist who's an expert in the psychology of death.

Good night.

You too.

Anything? He headed south towards Dodge 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 where he's driving now.

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

intimidating physical presence, even aggressive demeanor, can be considered

virtues, you may have already been experiencing occasional feelings of

inadequacy, whether you recognize them as such or not, which could add further

weight to the emotional baggage you take away from having been a witness to the

death of your husband, a death for which you seem wrongly to be blaming

yourself. At least in part.

The reality of the situation.

What I hope to help you come to grips with is no matter how many times you

replay what happened back in your mind, the outcome is inescapable.

You must find a way to begin accepting that.

Are we done here?

We are, aren't we?

Officer Archer. I'm only here 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.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Whenever you put that uniform on, you might as well become another person.

Your heart and soul belongs to the KHB.

That's who you are, Jane.

Who you've always been.

He keeps 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.

To 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?

Since four days ago, four days that have felt like a lifetime, I have thought

about one thing.

The shot.

The shot I had and what I wouldn't give to have it back.

Because you're right.

Nothing will bring Mike back.

But what's left?

Another shot.

Another chance. Just one bullet could save however many lives.

And Mike gets to 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.

A few more layers, Russell will run out and get boxed in.

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

Dad, I'm done talking.

You know me.

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

Keep your gun and badge with you at all times.

Pointless as it is, what you're doing...

I'll admit, if I were you, I believe I'd also need to find that out for

myself.

The time for exploring life's sinful perversions is now.

The planet rapists have got it right.

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

forcibly violated and voraciously consumed.

I give thanks to his infernal majesty and his pharmaceutical empire for

their creation of painkillers and their almighty erection medications.

For there is no greater foretelling that humankind is heading in the right

direction.

Join me, for we will rise.

Discerning believers can find us in the classified section of the Natural

Tribune, if you've got the dedication.

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

No.

Well, I have 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 Carson County.

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

Is there anyone else that I can speak to?

And that's what my point is.

Belief is not enough. It's all faith.

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

Okay, well, maybe I could speak to him. When will he next be in?

Anything would be helpful.

Any information on the flasher killings in Las Vegas or... Okay, well, maybe I

can leave my number in case you change your mind.

Thank you.

Thanks for nothing.

Hate you all.

I want to put in a classified ad.

How much is it for Sunday?

The national ad.

Will you take your credit card number?

N -O.

Capital M, space.

Capital N, space.

Capital O.

To those who also share faith, seeking your mutual friend, need help,

please reply.

Bye.

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

our hair.

DC gets CC'd on everything, those SOBs. Okay, right now, I need two equally

important things brought to me in the next 15 minutes. The entire forensics

workup on the slasher and the chicken salad sandwich.

Excuse me, are you Agent Zolan?

Sorry, I was looking for you.

And you are?

Officer Jane Archer of the Kansas State Police.

I was told you're heading up the slasher investigation.

Yeah.

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.

Not so much to ask. Just help me fill in the blanks.

I feel for you.

We're all sorry for your loss.

The KHP's loss.

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

What are you even looking for, Cooper?

Take a nickel's worth of free advice.

Go home.

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.

I really appreciate you meeting with me.

Yeah, well, next round's definitely on you.

If no one knew I was walking through this, he'd, uh... Screw it.

As we know, the first killings were 16 days ago.

Death Valley Junction, a tiny place.

He dismembered the Dirk's Paints shopkeeper there.

Stole money, credit card numbers, tools, clothing, food.

The victims he chooses are those of pure opportunity and those he takes

something specific from, like the pharmacist from Colorado.

Yeah, he'll kill for painkillers and psychotropic.

Percocet, Percodan, Oxycontin. We don't think he's dealing. 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. Mm -hmm, yeah.

And, um, the library in Cedar City, Utah, he killed the security guard and

librarian?

Yep, and 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.

And 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, had him heading east from motel to

sometimes spending whole days in one place.

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

I have seen he'd been living in his vehicle.

If you want, I can show you.

He appeared three days ago, three days 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.

Worthless. No, the next day, the maid ignored the do not disturb sign on the

doorknob. Didn't see it somehow.

Let herself 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.

It's from those murders in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Church killings years ago.

He was a Satanist.

Richard Reeves. Richard Joshua Reeves. He killed 13 people.

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.

Maybe 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.

So I'll just say, be careful.

Thanks for sticking your neck out. I wish there was some way I could repay

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.

Quantity of explosives were stolen.

explosive dynamite about 20 pounds or so of old -school volatile TNT enough to

do significant damage

Devil worship was also the motive 20 years ago when teenager Richard Joshua

Reeves committed the grisly killing at Gates Cross Church in Harrisburg,

Pennsylvania. Reeves murdered 13 hostages inside the church, including a

while performing what authorities described as a ritualistic black mass.

Slasher, killing all those people? When this is over, you want to know who's

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 finally escapes.

D -100 .5 will begin another commercial free block of jazz in a moment. But

first, the satanic slasher.

Oh Can I help you

I'm

listening.

I've always liked

When I was just a young boy, my priest, he took me under his wing.

You could say that he made me into the man that I am today.

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

And have you come to confess?

Not exactly.

Pardon me?

All right.

Congratulations. Oh, thank you.

That reminds me.

Could I get a glass of milk, please?

Thank you.

Joshua Reeves slaughtered the 13 men and women he briefly held hostage inside

the church that March afternoon.

He claimed that human sacrifice was necessary to, quote, 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 find the

Yes, sir.

The suspect is almost certainly a white male.

Above average height, stocky build, will be traveling alone, paying 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.

Officer Archer.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but we'd actually like some help watching out for

interstate killer, Slasher.

Oh. With all the 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. The police have made it sound like he's likely not going to come

here. Yeah.

I'm starting to 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 sign in.

There's no one staying alone.

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

Thanks for your time.

Oh, there's one gentleman.

Checked in last night.

Alone.

Uh, Mr. Reeves.

What did you say?

Uh, Reeves. Late last night. R .J. Reeves.

Uh, may I, may I look at that? Yeah.

Room 105.

Go down the hall.

Make a left outside.

Okay, I'm getting a Dyson, sir.

Okay, you call the police.

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

Call them now.

Thank you.

Hello? Hello.

I saw your answer.

In the newspaper.

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.

I need help finding someone.

But it needs to be done discreetly.

And it needs to stay offline.

Where are you?

Pennsylvania.

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.

Hi, Agent Collins, it's Jane Archer. I'm on my way to Baltimore, tracking 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 one sec.

It used to open by itself, 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.

Sit right there.

Oh, uh, 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.

You know about us using the classifieds.

We're all in this together, right?

I need information.

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

Enlightenment, more like.

He is a great magus.

He is.

Keeps that on the down low these days, obviously.

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.

You've heard of Mr. Pendleton, right?

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

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

Or keep it with you.

Whatever.

Follow me.

It's on a river. It's really... Oh, well, well.

Our guest has finally arrived.

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... Richard.

Just Richard.

Richard. Well,

thank you, Marvin.

You know, my seer 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.

Information that benefits us all.

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

Oh, well, have Marvin help you with that.

Easily done.

A smartest, most committed acolyte. Not a problem.

Now, let's say, 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 not the recruits, but

who sought out the faith.

Hail Satan! Hail Satan!

I live to serve him.

And I'll die to serve him.

Wonderful.

You know, 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 can 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.

and evolved into pod -dwelling cyber cavemen.

A wizard, naked old man with his engorged cock fairly fireproof.

It's a time for exploring life's simple versions.

It is now the golden age of human depravity.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

Hallelujah!

Any more sweet and sour?

This is 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?

Someone I need to find.

Okie dokie.

Fine.

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

Good.

That 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 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 slain in cold blood by the

slasher.

I said everything I've got to say at 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, Trooper Archie. There's no evidence

connecting them to the slasher. Anyone can be responsible. We're not wasting

manpower on a hunch.

I'll advise you again. Go back to Kansas before you get yourself a ticket.

The FBI's got...

Way out of your lane.

You've reached 5550324.

Leave a message.

Officer Archie, 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.

Give my regards to your husband.

We call thee forth to bear witness to our carnal devotions.

Let others celebrate the death of their hippie superhero.

We celebrate the life and infernal majesty of Lord of the Flies.

Hail Abaddon.

Hail Abaddon.

Hail Abaddon.

Probably 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?

Hey.

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 friends are 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.

I will.

There are seven.

There are seven.

What I had, 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. Just listen to me.

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

killings 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 Slasher. 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.

We were outside early that morning, March 28th, and then the ground started

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

I said, eh.

It don't feel like an earthquake. An earthquake, it don't make sounds like

I said. I think something happened at Three Mile Island.

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

down to 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 dark or unpleasant.

Maybe especially if it's dark or unpleasant, because we have to learn

mistakes. I'm not arguing with that, but sometimes we just have to let things

go.

So 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 Wills.

Oh, fuck!

Do you love your wife?

Look who finally decided to show up.

3M1 3M5

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 books, N and T.

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

spewing radiation over Pennsylvania and neighboring states.

Quantity of explosives 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.

Christ, Leo.

Didn't you work already?

He just got called back in by Krieger.

It's urgent, so... Yeah.

Pop the back.

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

All right.

Let him through.

Please.

Keep the wing.

This is not a joke. 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 sorry.

You'll be okay.

I'll be back. I promise.

It'll be okay.

I love you. I'll be back.

No. No.

Please.

No. No. Please.

Please. Please.

You don't need me anymore.

Let me go.

You don't need me.

Just let me go.

I'm Highway Patrol Officer Jane 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.

Open the gate. Do it. You ride with me. Hold on. 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.

Get out.

Take a look. Yep.

He's locked in the control room.

He's taking Leo hostage. I need this hallway, people. Everyone, back the hell

off. Anyone from operations or engineering, follow me.

It is one last thing.

And I'll let you out.

Your wife's waiting for you.

No, 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 core temperature rises

above nominal.

He's going to 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.

If he blows up the INC, we're done.

You're going to use the grenade as a detonator. Not much TNT, but 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.

He's gonna fucking melt it down.

He's gonna take out a city full of people.

More like the entire East Coast.

Security!

You've got to get in there right now!

You have to get in there and stop him!

Is there 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.

They might be away. Come on.

This has been closed since forever.

Flexi. Bulletproof, I'm sure.

It's over.

There's no way I... Sorry, but fuck this.

Hail Satan!

Welcome your servant into the kingdom of hell.

Open the gate!

Go to hell.

Let go.

There's no doubt in my mind that the Three Mile Island killer is in fact the

satanic slayer. Why? There is some speculation over whether the Three Mile

Island killer may still be alive.

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

back into the world.

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

conviction for the Christcroft mass murder, which was thought to have

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 slasher.

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.

which ultimately proved fatal.

Yes. Yes.

Welcome home babes. Yeah, Death Valley missed you.