I Am Not a Serial Killer Page #6

out, okay?

You need a crane there?

So.. Boy, it's been

a while, hasn't it?

You -- you -- you want

something fancy today?

-Let's do the...Usual.

-The usual?

Alright. Hang tight.

These things have to be

done delicately.

Oh, Jesus.

Uh, hang on a second,

I'll -- I'll get a..

I gotta get another

scissors here.

I'll be right back, alright.

Won't be a moment.

-F***.

- Police department.

-Well, I guess we better

take a look around.

-Oh, no, uh..

They didn't come through here.

- Tom, check this out.

There's something in here.

-Uh..

Yes, my dear.

Flour?

Uh, whole.. Whole grain?

Oh, good.

Yes, I'll, uh..

I love you too.

- This is Ted rath coming to

you live from Clayton county

where as you can see

tempers are flaring dangerously.

We are at the home

of local barber Greg Olson.

Olson was the owner

of the premises

where the two policemen were

found dead earlier this week

sparking this outrage.

Let's see if we can get a word

from one of these

concerned citizens.

Excuse me, sir, sir, sir!

What to do you hope

to accomplish with this?

-Uh, well, as you can see,

people are angry

and -- and -- and things

are getting out of hand.

-What is your name, sir?

-Um, Roger Bowen,

uh, this is my son, Max.

This is his bat.

He left it at school.

Uh, listen,

people are upset and, uh

we should really..

Calm down, everybody!

This is no way

to handle this situation.

-Thank you all for coming.

I think everybody here

is concerned

about the safety of our streets.

We have got to stick together.

There is a killer in our town.

I look at all these faces

and I..

I don't want to lose

a single one of you.

Beverly made some bars,

and some coffee.

It's on the table.

Help yourself, folks.

And...Take care of each other.

Help yourself.

-How's bill?

-Oh, I'm worried about him.

He's not feeling well.

And he's so, oh,

down in the dumps.

Uh, he can get that way.

It's a winter thing.

But he hasn't been

out of the house in over a week.

-He hasn't been out at all?

-Oh, hi, John. No.

It's almost like he's afraid.

I think he's worried

about slipping on the ice

or something.

John? Why don't you

go see him? He'd like that.

-Hi, John.

-Hey, Brooke.

-You want some juice

or hot chocolate?

-His stomach is bothering him.

Do you think I could get him

to go to the doctor?

-Or you could try this one.

Mixture of rat poisoning

and metal filings.

-Oh, thank you.

- Good to see you there.

"On what wings dare he aspire?"

-What?

-"What the hand..

...dare seize the fire?"

Just a poem.

"Tyger, tyger burning bright

"in the forests of the night

"what immortal hand or eye

could frame thy

fearful symmetry?"

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