Laid To Rest Page #3

report what you know?"

Yeah yeah, go on,

send over one of them mails.

Come on.

Okay.

"Help. Send many cops."

Okay, it's sent.

What are you doing there?

I'm trying to find out

some more information...

...about the guy.

You can find out about people

on this thing?

Let's see...

nothing on the "America's Most Wanted."

Here's a link to the FBI site.

Oh my God.

What? What does it say?

I don't know.

I wonder if this is him.

The FBI believe over 30 women

from Florida, Georgia and Alabama...

...have all been taken

by this lunatic guy.

Yadda yadda yadda, "authorities believe

that the killer is Caucasian...

...late '30s to early '40s,

probably an affluent citizen...

...like a doctor or a surgeon."

Well, if they ain't found them,

how do they know they're dead?

Did he happen to have

a video camera?

Something was blinking

on his shoulder.

It's him.

Why do you reckon?

He videotaped all the girls' murders

and sent them to the police.

Miami.

Make this thing look

for missing girls in Miami.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

My stomach hurts.

I can't take all this death stuff

while I'm grieving.

- Stephen, you got a car?

- Of course.

I think we all go

to the sheriffs station.

It could be too late by the time

city police get here.

No way. No way.

I'm not getting murdered tonight, thanks.

I got a funeral tomorrow.

I have a lot of stuff to do.

Someone has to stay here, right,

in case the cops come?

I think we're safer in a group.

Trust me...

...you don't want this guy to come knocking

with you here alone.

I understand.

Look, he's probably already seen

my truck by now.

I think you're in this

whether you like it or not.

Can't this thing go any faster?

No no, I had an accelerator governor

put in for mother.

She was a bit of a speed demon.

It won't go past 40.

That's it? That's all you got?

We're at a police station.

Why are we getting weapons?

Get the tire stick.

And I got some tire sealant.

Maybe we can jam it in his ears.

Hey, Sheriff Bates.

Stephen:
Um, maybe--

Sheriff, are you there?

It's Tucker Smith.

This is Sheriff Bates.

Yeah, Sheriff.

It's me, Tuck.

I can hear you.

We got a crazy person here

and he's-- he's killed some folks.

We need help.

Do you copy?

I hit him with my car.

He killed my deputy.

I'm locked in the supply closet.

Um, I think you guys are good, so--

Dead.

They aren't all dead.

Sheriff.

That ain't Bates.

Sheriff, tell me where you're at.

We'll come get you.

I'm locked in the supply closet.

I hit him with my car.

He killed my deputy.

I can do it, Mom.

This is Sheriff Bates.

Stephen:
Hey. Hey, we're good.

There's no sheriff in here.

- Come on!

- Come on.

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