Hayride

- Look here. - 38 years-old Malcolm Guffin was arrested this morning

in connection with over a dozen

missing-person cases in the surrounding areas.

I'm standing here just a few yards away from what appears

To be the final resting place for

At least six young girls.

What we're being told is that it's too early and the bodies are too badly decomposed for

any physical identification to take place.

Law enforcement apprehended Guffin earlier today, but, unfortunately, it was too late

for his latest victim.

Guffin will be transported to the hale county correctional facility as early as tomorrow morning

We'll continue to update you on this truly fascinating and terrifying tragedy coming out

of south Alabama.

-Mmm. Wow. -I told you so.

Pay up.

Well, we didn't shake on it.

What a gyp.

Technically, you said "best in

Alabama ", so I can't really be

proven wrong until I've tried

all the barbecue joints in the state.

All right.

It's gonna eat up the weekend,

but let's get on it.

Okay, fine. Fine.

You're right.

Holy crap!

That took months.

Yeah, well, don't get used to it.

I won't.

Mmm. That takes me back. - So everything here is either

fried or smothered in barbecue sauce?

Pretty much, yeah.

I can see why you liked this

place as a kid. - Oh ... here.

I thought you meant the south.

Either way, you're right.

So, are you glad to be home?

Yeah. I'm glad I could finally make

good on my promise to come visit for the holidays.

Holiday?

It's Halloween.

Halloween is a holiday?

Well, it is with my family.

Really?

They get real into it.

You know, my uncle spends

a fortune every year on this Hayride.

Well, I'm kind of looking

forward to a hayride.

I think it's gonna be fun.

No. It's terrifying.

I still have nightmares from it.

Are you serious?

Not really.

But it is insane.

They come up with different

back stories and have these

reoccurring characters.

Like... their own horror characters?

We have, uh, pitchfork and

raw-head bloody bones. - I'm sorry... what?

It's raw-head bloody bones.

It's a monster that my grandpa made up that

only comes out

when it's windy... for some reason.

But ... why ... why was his head raw?

I don't know that.

I never really got that part of the story.

But to this day...

wind chimes still creep me out a bit.

Seriously, though,

pitchfork... He used to scare

the crap out of me.

What was his story?

Well, he ... it changed

a little bit as I got older, but

Basically, he was a guy that my

uncle said would come out on

full moons to revenge the death

of his daughter... or something like that.

Why does the killer always

have to come out at certain times?

That's a good question.

And it always happens to be

Under the same conditions,

in which the story is being told.

I think you cracked the case.

That's what I do.

So, pitchfork kind of had a lame back story?

No, no, no, no. You have to keep it simple.

You know, "here's the killer.

Here's how he started killing.

Here's who he's gonna kill."

Simpler is scarier. People don't come to these

Things to learn some lesson

in life or to hear a compelling story.

They come to be scared.

Sounds like lazy writing to me.

I'm just saying.

Well, you know, each year, my

uncle would get a little more

gruesome with the details, you know?

Add more to the story.

Pitchfork was scary.

Sounds like it.

Yeah, I bet.

So, why do they call him "pitchfork"?

Take a guess.

Because he killed people with a pitchfork.

That's absolutely right.

Your uncle's not a very original guy, I take it.

You'll see.

Wincer, we got a marshal who's down here. I went ahead and sent him on through.

He should be heading your way.

You Wincer? - Yeah. - What are we looking at here?

Well, we got a dead cop, one of yours. We got a dead unknown... local,

by the looks of his clothes.

Looks like the cop lost control

of the vehicle and our boy

took advantage of the situation.

Any idea which direction he went? - South, by the looks of the tracks.

Not much past that.

We put up a perimeter about 5 miles.

All right.

So, we got any houses nearby,

any stores, anything?

So you're not from around here, I take it?

No, I'm not.

Well, no.

Nothing else out here.

So, these roads, they don't,

uh, they don't go anywhere?

Oh, yeah. They go, uh... nowhere.

We got a lot of that out here.

Okay. All right, how about we take

that 5-mile perimeter and push

it back 15 miles and you get

some black-and-whites to search

up and down this... road to

nowhere you got here?

You don't think he'll just

head straight out?

I think he'll be looking for a change of clothes and some new wheels.

Also, have some volunteers go house to house and let them know

what we're looking for.

What do you know about this guy?

I don't know anything about

this guy, except that he's bat-sh*t crazy.

Yes, I'll give him that.

What's the worst case scenario?

You're looking at it.

Hey bud. - Hey, cuz. - How was the, uh, ride down?

Long.

Yeah, no doubt.

Hey, what happened to your old truck?

Nah. Got stolen. -Mm.

Long story, don't wanna

talk about it.

So, you are still dating with that missy chick? -Nope.

Turns out he was in love with her.

Oh, sh*t, Tyler.

Hey, look, don't mention that to dad.

It's still kind of a touchy subject.

Speaking of which, where is your old man?

He's up at the barn, just kinda

tinkering around with some stuff.

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