I Know Who Killed Me

"She knew a trick.

"She knew how to turn her life into a movie

and watch things happen.

"Not to her,

but to a girl who looked just like her.

"Was she the runaway

"with everything she owned

in a ratty old backpack?

"Or, was she watching a movie about

a hitchhiking runaway on a Ionely highway?

"A truck slowed till the girl squinted

in his headlights.

"But one good look at her

"and the trucker couldn't get out of there

fast enough.

"She didn't even have the strength

to curse him

"as she choked on the dust

of his spinning wheels."

I'm sorry, Mr. Norquist.

I know I should have this by now.

You've been distracted lately, Aubrey.

The next Young Artist Competition

is less than a month away.

I know. I know.

Watch this hand.

You see how easy?

Yeah.

I've been meaning to talk to you.

You know, I've been thinking, and...

I just... I don't know if I'm cut out

to play piano anymore.

Aubrey, all artists feel that way. It's normal.

No, I... I want to quit.

I mean, I barely made my winter admit

to Yale, and I could still blow it.

I just need to concentrate

all of my efforts into writing.

But you have a gift, an innate talent.

You won the Young Artist Competition.

I mean, how much more validation

do you need?

That was a long time ago, Mr. Norquist.

Hi, you.

"She always felt like half a person.

"Half a person with half a soul.

"Sometimes, if she dreamed hard enough,

she could bring the two halves together.

"But she always woke to the same feelings

of Ioneliness and loss. "

- Hey.

- Hi.

Where'd you find a blue rose?

I passed a place on the street. Here.

Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah.

Got me.

Sheriff, several federal agents

were seen entering city hall

- about an hour ago.

- Why has the coroner's report been sealed?

- Sheriff! Jennifer Toland...

- Please.

...disappeared almost two months ago.

Serial killers typically...

We have one dead girl,

and you're talking serial killer!

- You people astound me.

- Could you just give us a name?

Who has not yet found the aortic arches?

And the super-pharyngeal ganglia?

The brain.

Yes, you can barely see that,

even under the microscope.

Is that all I am to you?

Just something to relax you

before the game?

If I cut a worm in half,

will it become two worms?

No, Pete, that's a myth.

What's it gonna take for me and you

to be together?

A lot more than one blue rose.

Aubrey, I think I'm falling in love with you.

We barely know each other, Jerrod.

- You're delusional.

- No, I'm not.

I've never felt this way about a girl before.

- I just keep thinking about you and...

- Jerrod!

Can you point out for me

the female reproductive organs?

The seminal receptacles.

Yes, I can, actually.

That should be it.

Those would be

the male reproductive organs.

The female organs are at the other end

of the worm.

Looks like you need a little more experience

in the female anatomy.

- Oh, my God!

- I'm sorry.

Jennifer Toland's body was discovered

early this morning.

Please don't ask me any questions.

I don't have the details.

Nineteen-year-old female, 5'4" tall.

Amputation of individual digits,

possibly on the same or successive days.

Full metacarpal amputation

approximately two weeks later.

Ragged cuts indicate

near-lethal levels of amphetamines

inducing a state of forced alertness,

suggesting the killer wanted the victim

fully conscious during each limb removal.

As we all know,

Jennifer Toland's body was found this week.

And we'd like to take a moment of silence.

Now, let's get out there

and win this one for Jennifer Toland!

Come on!

Curfew is one hour away.

Attention, curfew, for under 21,

begins in one hour.

Why are you...

Just marry him

and start popping out babies.

No way. I'm done sleeping with guys

I'm not in love with.

Oh, like you were some kind

of a sex addict before.

But Jerrod loves you.

I'll be 3,000 miles away in January.

I mean, I can't afford to fall in love.

That's nice.

It's like someone could stab you

and you'd never even know what...

It's like Mardi Gras or something.

Yeah, I read this story about this killer

who sits behind people in movies

and stabs them with a needle right here.

You die like instantly.

Nobody even knows you're dead

until the movie's over and you don't get up.

It's so creep...

Beat them, baby! Owls, number one!

Let's do this! Yeah!

Oh, my God!

Oh, so weird!

Everybody is insanely crazy.

- Hey!

- Hey!

I'm looking for Jerrod.

- Oh, good luck.

- Oh, there he is! Jerrod!

- Jerrod!

- Aubrey, wait!

I'll meet you in front of the Fremont at 11:45.

Jerrod!

Aubrey?

Aubrey!

Aubrey!

Okay, so I am officially freaking out.

I'm just gonna try her cell again,

and you've got to try Jerrod.

Okay.

- I think it's coming from over here!

- Don't hang up your phone!

- Hello? Hey.

- It's me.

Where's Aubrey?

What?

Okay, where did she park?

Where'd she park her car?

- Come on, you rode with her.

- Yeah, it was on that street.

- It's that street, you know the one.

- No. No, I don't know the one.

- Tell me.

- Yeah, I do. It's in front

- of the little art gallery with the gate.

- Yeah.

- Wait!

- Wait a second!

There it is! There's her car!

Help!

No!

No!

She...

She lives on this thing.

It's her life.

Writing.

She loves to write.

Mr. Fleming, I'm gonna have to

take that computer from you.

I need to make a copy of the hard drive.

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