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When I was a girl,

my mama took a hairpin and pricked the end of my finger.

She said, "That's what hell feels like all the time."

She told me there were many parts of hell.

But the coldest, blackest part is kept for murderers

sodomites and suicides.

Six months later, she killed herself.

- Tell me who's mommy's girl? - Me.

You are. Yeah.

Your mom would only fuck in the mornings.

She'd say her prayers at bedtime.

I couldn't lay hand on her.

She'd reckon God wasn't watching once we woke up.

I want you to take out the trash.

Clean this place up. It stinks around here.

Flies everywhere.

Do you hear me?

I love you, Zoe.

Love you, Daddy.

Female. Age 19. Lost in Greenfield.

Female was described as white, four-foot-11 and about 102 pounds.

She has maroon-colored hair, and hazel eyes.

She has two facial piercings...

Parents these days.

Treating their kids like toys they just got for Christmas.

Just throw 'em away when they get bored.

You know, I'd never do that to you, right?

Right?

Yeah, I know.

Right.

You see anything you like?

That's a third drink she's ordered on a round.

Well, then why don't you get her something else?

Hey, how's it going? You look like you could use some company.

Actually I'm just waiting on somebody.

Well, my friend over there would like to buy you drink.

It's OK. I actually already ordered something.

- Thank you. - Keep the change.

Thank you.

- My name is Staci. - I'm Zoe.

And that is my friend John.

It's a beautiful night.

You don't see stars like this in the city.

Only smog.

I'll tell you, smog over this back thick country any day.

You know, sometimes I feel like I could just fall up into the sky.

You know, leave this shitty world behind.

No one would miss me.

At first, but then they'd look up

and they would see me burn across the sky like a shooting star.

You're right again.

No.

Aren't you gonna join us?

She likes to watch.

You close your eyes for me.

OK.

OK.

Keep your eyes closed now.

I'm gonna count to five.

- OK. - Then you can open your eyes.

Don't cheat on me now.

One...

two...

three...

four...

Welcome to hell.

Don't you love it?

Yeah!

Yeah!

I know you love it.

Are you heading to town?

I reckon I can help you out.

Friend of yours?

What's that?

Missing girl.

No, no, no. This is part of my work.

Deputy Scott Wallace at your service.

You're a cop?

I'm doing my best.

Why, you don't like cops?

Cops don't like drifters.

That way I figure we can always use another pretty girl in town.

Don't worry, my hands are staying right here on the wheel.

You staying in the town alone?

I have money. I'm not a vagrant.

Pretty slim pickings for a vagrant around here, if you ask me.

Look, why do you care what I do?

No reason.

Just curious.

Thanks for the ride, Deputy.

Yeah, well, you take care now.

And I hope you find your missing girl.

Well, me too.

He's not gonna stop.

And no one cares about you. They're not coming to get you.

We don't have long.

The alternative is pain

and stuff like you never imagined.

- Please, no more, I... - Listen to me.

You have a choice.

A choice that I wish I had.

She was suffering.

Ain't you supposed to put an animal out of its misery when it's suffering?

We were all put on this Earth to suffer.

And for the likes of you to question.

You touch one of my girls again, you know what's coming for you.

Right now you made a kill.

You got to clean up your mess.

I don't wanna.

In our house...

we clean up our own goddamn mess.

I don't know how.

It's high time you learn.

Ain't no different to dressing a deer.

Well, deer's just a stupid animal.

You think these girls are smart?

Lesson number one.

Cut through the back of the tendon,

go all the way through the knee.

You'll get used to it.

Good hunter always dresses his kill.

I didn't kill her.

Whatever you say.

I'm not like you.

Good work.

You've been blooded. I'll finish up.

Danny.

- How are the night classes going? - Well, they're going, I guess.

- I never was much of a student. - Gonna be a sheriff like my dad someday?

I'm not sure I got that in me.

Well, you can start with Miss Calhoun, I just took the call.

Her damn windows again?

"Protect and serve," right?

It's the third time, Deputy.

Yeah, at least the third.

It's malicious criminal damage, plain and simple.

We have spoken to them about it before.

- Spoken to them? - Yup.

They should be in jail!

It's a miracle none of these windows got smashed.

I can't arrest kids for egging your windows, ma'am.

But I will take the matter up with their parents, OK?

- All right? - Well, I hope so, Deputy.

My daddy would have taken his belt to them.

Hey!

Hey!

Goddamn it.

I brought her back...

she'll live, and I'll get her another body.

I can make her complete again.

Let me die.

Hello.

Sorry, I didn't realize.

I hate him for what he's done to me.

If you only knew what it's like being like this.

May I help you?

Yeah, I need a mechanic.

John!

You got company.

Can I do something for you, Deputy?

I hope so.

Flat tire.

Pulled over at Brewster and Milborn.

- Didn't pack a spare? - No, I did not.

I think I can help you with that.

It will be your head consciously awakening for her.

Hey, thanks for this.

No need. I can use the business.

"Semper Fi."

You were in the Marines?

Iraq.

We kicked those ragheads pretty good.

Yeah, I guess you did.

When were you there?

Desert Storm, 2005.

Why do you ask?

I was there, too.

You were in Iraq?

Yup, 2006.

Just before we pulled out.

What regiment?

372nd.

Military Police Corp.

Well, nothing really changes, does it?

You being a deputy and all.

Once a cop...

always a cop.

- John sort you out? - Yup. Cruiser's in the back.

Spare in the trunk.

That guy gives me the creeps.

- How many times, Danny? - He's old enough to be her father.

Well, as long as they aren't breaking any laws

it's nobody's business but their own.

How do you know they're not breaking the law?

Because the last time I checked

it wasn't a crime to be attracted to younger girls.

Good for him I say.

- He from around here? - No.

He moved here about five years ago.

Why you asking?

I don't know.

He seems familiar.

Maybe like I know him from somewhere.

But don't let Danny get you all fired up.

John and his girlfriend live out in the boondocks.

They keep themselves to themselves. That's all there is to it.

Zoe!

Hold it there.

Better watch your step around here.

Go put your pretty face on. We're going out tonight.

The controversial practices used at the Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq

maybe returning to the spotlight.

A federal judge signaled last week

that he may order the US government to release as many as 2,000 photographs

showing the torture of detainees in custody at Abu Ghraib.

US District judge Alvin Hellerstein ruled that the department of defense

had failed to show how releasing those photos

could endanger the lives of Americans abroad.

In the past half hour, I was joined by RT's Lindsay France...

I don't like it in here.

We'll give it another hour.

You want us to get caught? It's too local.

I'm gonna get another drink.

Don't be gone too long.

- Another? - Yeah.

Best view for miles.

How much I got to tip you to get you to pull those all the way down?

Fucking bitch.

Man should be careful where he puts his eyes.

What can I get for you?

A beer.

They're just changing the keg.

Do you want me to bring it over to your table?

Sure. I'm just over there with...

my friends. Just over there.

I'll be right over.

Zoe.

Meet Anne.

Anne says she likes to party.

Well, partying's such a sweet sorrow, right?

Well, it depends on what kind of parting you like.

Here.

- Keep the change, - Appreciate it.

New girl?

I guess everyone knows everyone around here.

We don't know you.

John.

John Stone.

Please to meet you, John Stone.

I'm Jennifer.

Jennifer...

- Just Jennifer. - Leave her be, she's working.

I'm just being polite to Jennifer here.

Well, hey.

- I'm right here, you know. - I know.

But the grown-ups are talking right now.

Well, maybe we could get better acquainted sometime.

I'd like that.

Come on, now, Anne, we were just talking.

Hey.

Get over here.

Well, well, well.

That's my girl.

We are in the middle of fucking nowhere out here.

It's like fucking Chainsaw or something.

Come on. Try it.

Go ahead. Come on.

That was awesome.

- Did that shit feel good? - Yeah, pretty good.

I bet you can have mother-all-fucking parties out here!

No one would ever hear you.

This place is gnarly.

You got to promise me now.

Close your eyes.

You keep your eyes closed like you promised.

OK.

OK.

Now what I'm gonna do is count to three.

And then you open your eyes, OK?

One...

two...

three.

I bet you never partied like this before.

Please, no.

No, please, please. No!

Shush now.

You look like you could use a little kick-start.

I can help you out with that.

It's a friendly wake up call.

- God! God... - There's no God here.

You're in the Second Circle of Hell,

where the lustful shall suffer for all eternity.

No, no, no!

Can't even feel how good this is, can you?

Your body's still in shock.

But after a while the shock goes away.

You will feel everything.

I promise.

Help me. Please!

It looks so much pretty without all that shit on your face.

If I was your daddy...

I wouldn't let you leave the house, looking like some freak.

Please, just let me go! I won't tell anyone!

The thing about meth is, I can go all night.

Never stop.

Like a goddamn piston.

So, you better hope you can keep up with me girl.

No! No, please!

- Let me see. - Please, stop!

No, stop, please!

Please!

My daddy stuck you on desk duty?

Thank you.

My God.

Is this when you were in the army?

What is this?

Take a look at this.

Is that John Stone?

A.K.A Jason Riley.

He was discharged from the Marines in 2008 after serving 18 months for misconduct.

Is that what you call misconduct?

Sometime after he left prison, he...

changed his name, moved to Brandly County,

married some local girl and then just blended into the background.

His wife had a daughter from her previous marriage

that must been about 11 when they married.

Two years after they were married...

his wife committed suicide.

And he took custody of her daughter.

Are you saying what I think your saying?

You should check the local schools, see what name she registered.

They'll have year books, photographs,

it shouldn't be too difficult to identify her.

Well, look at you.

Looks like police work runs in the family.

Good morning, America.

Sleep well?

It's hard to sleep with all that noise going on.

I saw you peeping in. Trying real hard to sleep?

I'm going into town.

You stay out of there.

I ain't done with her yet. Do you understand?

Be quicker if you...

chewed 'em off.

Saw a cougar try that once.

Trying to get out of a bear trap.

Give me your arm, bitch!

I'm just trying to help you.

This might hurt a little.

But you'll get used to that.

Yeah.

I got to put this on you.

No, no!

Do not fuck me!

I will take your eye out.

Lift your head. Lift.

You'll get your rest now.

You're gonna need it.

Why don't you just fucking kill me?

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't.

You fucking bastard!

Hi.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

It's nothing.

You're starting early.

Or finishing late.

Vodka on the rocks.

Take a seat.

You do anything besides work?

There's nothing better to do around here.

I hear that.

Yeah.

You guys seem to...

enjoy yourselves OK.

It's not what you think.

- He's not... - None of my business.

Keep 'em coming.

So, you plan on staying around here long?

I don't plan on staying any place for long?

Good.

Here I was thinking we were getting along so well.

No, I just mean...

Well, this town is like quick sand, you know.

What I'm saying is you stay here too long, you might never leave.

OK.

You understand?

Yeah, thanks for the advice.

I got to go.

How many times I've told you?

I don't like it when you go AWOL.

Plenty of things I don't like you doing neither.

Guess that makes us even.

No!

And the Lord said...

"Let there be light."

No! No, please!

No, please!

Please!

No! No, please!

Have you ever seen two cats fornicate?

A she cat...

struggles, hisses and claws.

But that old tom...

he knows she wants it.

He can smell it on her.

Please! Stop! Stop!

Party's over.

Didn't anyone ever tell you? Little girls shouldn't play with guns.

Do you always have to spoil everything?

My God!

Thank you so much. My God! Thank you.

Thank you.

Open your mouth.

What?

No.

The hell with both of you.

No. No! Please.

No, please. No, please. Don't do this.

Please.

No.

Anne, he's not gonna stop.

No one cares about you.

No one's coming to save you.

You have 10 seconds to decide.

The alternative is pain, misery, like you never imagined.

Listen to me.

I'm giving you a choice.

The choice that I wish I had.

No, please.

Ten...

nine...

eight, seven...

six...

See for yourself.

Right there. That's her.

That's her.

Yeah.

What was her name though?

Come to think of it...

it was "Chloe."

Chloe Brandt.

It was such a shame what happened to her mother.

Zoe, you OK?

You OK?

Let's get you inside. Come on.

You need some food in you.

I'm not hungry.

All I see you put in your mouth is booze and pills.

Now, come on, Zoe.

That's all I could find. Fridge is empty.

Sorry. I was supposed to go the supermarket yesterday.

I can go later.

You're too sick.

Maybe the fresh air will do me some good.

You know I don't like you leaving the house alone.

So I'll go.

Well, I could come with you at least.

Don't move, Chloe.

I said, "Don't move."

Perfect.

I wish your stepfather could see you now. He would just eat you up.

Zoe?

Zoe!

Is this the one you like?

Come on.

Chloe?

Chloe?

Hey. Hey.

Your name is Chloe Brandt, right?

My name is Zoe.

I know who you are.

You're Susan's little girl, aren't you?

I think you've mistaken me for someone else.

I can help you.

I gotta go.

What'd she say?

No. She's not playing ball.

If she is who you say she is maybe she just wants to forget her past.

People change their names for all kinds of reasons.

They're usually when they got something to hide.

Things were going so well.

I don't wanna have to pick up and move again.

Shit!

Stop!

He's a goddamn cop. He's onto something.

- I said nothing. - You sure?

Yes.

You better be goddamn sure.

- Stop! - I ain't done yet, honey.

- Stop! - Come on.

"I ain't done yet," I said.

I'm taking a bath.

Can I join you?

Be my guest.

This case is eating you up.

I've seen you scribbling in that book all day.

Sometimes I feel like nobody else cares.

There are some people you just can't help, you know.

When I was in Iraq,

there was this girl I used to hang out with.

We were just friends.

She was married.

But... I don't know.

You know how it is.

I don't know why I'm telling you this. Anyway...

She was riding with this convoy through Nasiriyah and...

I should've been with her...

but I'd come down with a flu.

And...

they got hit by an ambush.

Most of them died in fire fight.

But she survived.

And they took her captive and...

they kept her alive...

until they got bored with her I guess.

And then they killed her.

Scott, if you would've been there,

you probably would have died, too.

Yeah. Maybe.

John?

John?

Hey! John!

John? John!

Hey. Open the door.

Open the fucking door!

If you don't open the fucking door right now...

John!

It was a joke.

Don't you fucking treat me like one of them!

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Is that what you want?

You want me to end it like they did?

You're doing a pretty good job of it yourself with these fucking things!

I'm sorry.

I don't want you going anywhere.

I love you.

You're my baby.

OK?

And may I state the obvious?

You're looking awful pretty tonight.

Your man is such a charmer.

Zoe doesn't seem to think so.

Shots!

Just to wake the dead.

Look after her.

You don't seem very into this.

You need to leave.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

No, I think I do.

Listen to me.

Ladies...

Uno...

dos...

tres.

Get me her bag. I wanna take a look.

Did you know that she was carrying?

Don't be paranoid.

No one's carrying a gun around here.

Deep down you like this as much as I do, don't you?

Wake up, sleepyhead.

I told you to leave.

Zoe, move out of the way.

I'm tired of waiting.

Girl-talk time is over.

You wanna play like that?

I can play games, too.

This here is a little game that I played with some boys in Iraq that we caught.

We had hell of a time.

Having fun now?

No?

Having fun now?

I think she's having fun now, Zoe.

No! No!

You sick little piece of shit.

There ain't no sickness in me, girlie.

I'm doing world a service. I should get paid for what I'm doing.

You'd be lucky to get minimum wage, asshole.

I'll tell you what I do.

I'm a hunter.

I thin the fucking herd.

Like you do with deer.

Or any other kind of goddamn pest.

Else before you know it,

you're completely overrun.

Take all you fucked-up little bitches with your skanky clothes

and your dirty little mouths,

all you're good for is going around sucking and fucking anything you can.

Anything that moves.

And sooner or later, nature takes its course,

and you end up with more fucked-up little kids.

So it goes on and on, and before you know that...

the world is going down the fucking shitter.

That's what I do.

I save the world from vermin like you.

Seems to me you just like watching things die.

Everything dies, bitch.

That's Mother Nature's way.

Help me. Help me, please.

God! Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Zoe?

Come on. Come on.

Well, ain't this a pretty picture!

Some folks just have a bad habit of putting their foot in it, don't they?

You call yourself a soldier.

Goddamn chicken-shit pussy.

Zoe. Zoe. Zoe.

Now we have an unwelcome guest...

'cause of you.

You keep an eye on him.

You hear me?

I'm going on a bitch hunt.

You must be somewhere around here.

I can smell you.

Like a bitch on heat.

Stop or I will shoot you!

You bitch!

God!

Shit.

God!

Thank you for trying to save me.

I was still kinda hoping you might do the same for me.

Yeah.

Zoe, get in here! Your daddy needs you. Now!

Go.

Zoe?

Zoe?

Well, I'm gonna enjoy gutting you.

So you're my executioner, are you?

You dirty fucking dumb bitch.

Stop!

There's my little girl...

looking after her daddy.

Bitch, that's what love looks like.

Every little girl loves their daddy.

You're not my daddy.

My daddy is dead.

And this one's for mama.

Brought you a burrito.

Shouldn't you be at work?

Daddy told me to come around here and make sure you're feeding yourself.

You want the damn burrito or not?

Well, bring it on in then.

Can't you see I'm an invalid?

How's the leg doing?

Yeah, it's still attached to the rest of me.

Well, that's a start. I guess.

Will you be able to come back to work?

I don't know.

Do you want to?

I don't know.

Listen to me.

You did OK.

Do you know what happened to her?

No.

I knew I would end up like my mama.

And that I would only have one choice.

Or maybe not.

Bobby Grahams.

You're here tonight because you are a killer of women.

I didn't wanna do it, I swear.

I liked those girls.

There's just an animal inside my head, and then sometimes it gets out.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'll get help. I swear.

Pick up the knife.

Pick it up.

I want you to understand this.

No one cares about you.

No one's coming to save you.

You have 10 seconds to decide.

Take the knife and cut your throat.

The alternative is pain and misery like you've never imagined.

Listen to me.

I'm giving you a choice.