The Barber

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Help me. Let me out.

Sir...

please let me go.

You don't have to do this.

I won't tell anybody. Just...

No. Let me out!

Let me go! Let me out.

Let me out!

No!

Our top story tonight,

Chicago police continue to search

for a missing schoolteacher.

Debra Ann Skokie, last seen on Tuesday

leaving her Ashburn residence to meet friends

and has not been seen since.

Police request that anyone...

A police department spokeswoman announced

the formation of a special unit task force

in conjunction with the FBI

to investigate the recent disappearances

of four young in the Chicago area...

I'm standing outside the Chicago Police

Department, where, moments ago,

detectives announced they've taken

Francis Allen Visser into custody.

Visser has been a person of interest in

the murder of Irene Burge and Katie Pallick.

Whose bodies were found buried

not far from a popular...

In a shocking development today

Francis Allen Visser,

a suspect in the terrifying burial murders

of several young women in the Chicago area,

was released from custody this morning.

There is speculation that lead investigator

Detective Thomas McCormack

may be facing disciplinary action

for the possible tampering of evidence

found at the scene of the crime.

A spokesperson

for Internal Affairs has stated,

"We are no longer pursuing Mr. Visser

at this point in the investigation."

When asked if he would file suit

against the Chicago Police Department,

his attorneys stated, "No.

He just wants his old life back."

Detective McCormack declined to comment.

A press conference

is scheduled for later today.

Luis. Luis, how many times do I have

to tell you to clean out your station?

I'm gone, Eugene.

- Use your head tonight, son.

- Come on, Gene, baby.

It's Friday night, ladies are waiting,

and I already got my sh*t worked up.

Please don't use that kind of language.

You might impress your friends

with talk like that, but...

Man's legacy is all he has.

Gene...

when you gonna let me have that razor?

Well, I said I would, Luis,

when I see you're careful

with what you leave behind.

Hey, you ain't my dad, Eugene.

Know what, man?

You need to get out, something.

I mean, would it kill you to come

hang out, man? Drink a beer.

Have yourself a little mamacita.

Get your little dance on.

- Well, you know how I feel about that.

- Come on.

Alcohol says something about a man

before he gets a chance

to say anything about himself.

I know. It says he's having fun.

On that note, peace out.

Yeah.

- Hoyt.

- How you doing?

- Hey, Eugene, come here once.

- Hey, Davey.

Davey over here right now was just saying

that with a haircut, I would look younger.

Well, you know, it's a barbershop, Chief,

not a time machine.

Hey, Gene, you know,

I really appreciate what you're doing,

you know, taking an interest

in Luis like that.

Train a child up in the way of the Lord,

and he won't depart from Him.

Yeah. And when he does,

he'll get my helping hand.

- You come by anytime, Chief.

- Right.

- Get those ears lowered.

- Yeah.

Hey, guys, how you doing?

- Howdy, Mr. V-Dub.

- How are things?

Working nights this week. You know,

I got that long drive back to Brule.

Should have went to college, you know.

Like I don't know what you want.

Okay, then. Good enough.

- Hi.

- Snuck in on me.

Can I get you some coffee?

You know, I never really liked coffee.

What else you got?

Some good things on that menu.

Have you taken a look?

- I haven't.

- What are you in the mood for?

- Something sweet.

- Stay here. I'll surprise you.

You know, you're taller than I thought.

Older, too, but I bet you can still handle

your sh*t if you had to, right?

- Do I know you?

- Eugene Van Wingerdt, the barber.

Yeah.

It's not your real name, though,

is it, Mr. Visser?

You're mistaken.

Damn, the poise on you.

Look, I know they had to kick you loose.

Lack of evidence, no witnesses,

no fingerprints, nothing.

17 bodies, that's a lot

to walk away from.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, come on, Mr. V-Dub.

Chicago P.D. wouldn't let live it down,

had you pegged a murderer.

I bet it was tough trying to buy groceries

after your face had been plastered...

I'll give you whatever you want.

Please, please, don't kill me.

Kill you? I don't want to kill you.

I'm trying to impress you.

- You impressed?

- Gene!

Are you okay?!

Stop!

Freeze!

You got no I.D., and...

this name you gave me,

John D. LaRue,

well, you know, that just doesn't

show up anywhere. Nowhere.

I mean, it's not in the DMV, not in

Social Security, not in the library system.

I look like I got

a f***ing library card?

Oh, no. Looks like

you're giving me a false name.

So...

when'd you get into town?

Okay. Okay. You know...

I'm not some rube

from the sticks, a**hole.

I'm Kenosha P.D., 12 years.

Holy sh*t, Kenosha.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Is this a promotion?

Okay.

So tell me a story. Tell me the one

about the guy outside of Heidebreicht's,

- the guy you poked with that.

- I thought I knew him.

And who is that,

the guy you thought you knew?

My old man.

F***er up and left when I was a kid.

Guy in the diner, spitting f***ing image.

Followed him out, asked him his name.

The guy freaks his sh*t.

And so you thought you'd get some blood

for a paternity test?

Yeah.

The guy you poked with that,

he's a real good friend of mine,

so I need to know why his blood's

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