The Butterfly Effect 3: Revelations Page #4

I'll never get used to this cold.

So what's on the menu tonight?

Homicide? Rape?

Vehicular manslaughter?

Rebecca Brown.

Sam, what are you doing?

It's okay, Jenna.

Just give me the numbers.

You're breaking the rules.

They're my rules to break.

You can't save her, Sam.

I can do this here, the safe way,

or I can do it at home by myself

and risk everything.

- Sam...

- Either way, I'm gonna do it.

This is a bad idea.

The numbers.

June 6th, 1998.

Murder happened

approximately 12:40 a.m.

on a Saturday.

Who's in there?

I have a f***ing gun.

Liz. Liz. It's me.

Sam?

What are you doing?

No, no, no. It's cool.

No. My parents are

out of town this weekend.

- No, no...

- Come on. I got some wine coolers...

- Becky calls it "b*tch beer."

- Lock the doors...

- You want some b*tch beer?

- Get back in the car!

- I'm not getting back in my car...

- Listen.

You're in danger.

This is serious, okay?

Get in the car.

Okay?

Come on.

Keep the doors locked.

If you see anything, honk your horn.

Okay?

Rebecca?

Elizabeth! Elizabeth!

Hey, man. You okay?

Who are you?

Paco. You know?

I rent your couch.

I rent out my couch?

It's the recession, pendejo.

- Where are my car keys?

- Car keys?

You don't have a car.

You gotta stop showing up here.

I need the case file on

the Rebecca Brown murder.

This is the last time.

So who's this guy?

He was a suspect

in the Brown murder 10 years ago.

But now he's obsessed with the case.

What, do you think

he might be our guy?

I think he's just a lost soul.

Hey, let's show him the others.

What?

If he's the killer, we'll know.

Paper's calling our guy

the "Pontiac Killer."

You like that name?

What's his pattern?

He tracks young women,

and cuts them apart.

Eight victims so far, that we know of.

It's about one a year.

Any leads?

You got a lot of questions, buddy.

Yeah, well...

You don't seem to have any answers.

Hello?

Jenna. Hey.

Sam.

Where have you been? You okay?

I've been trying to reach you.

Uh, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I just... I need some help.

What's wrong? You need money?

No. No...

Listen.

Jenna, do you remember

Lonnie Flennons?

Of course I do, every time I see

his stupid commercials.

Flennons and Monohan,

Attorneys at Law.

- He's a lawyer?

- Sam.

You need to leave Lonnie alone.

What are you talking about?

Did you jump again?

You did, didn't you?

I thought we talked about this.

Sam, I'm worried about you...

Uh, Jenna...

Don't worry about it, okay?

I'll be by later,

and I'll explain everything.

Okay...

Which office is Lonnie Flennons'?

Do you have an appointment?

- Is it this one?

- Sir, you can't go in there.

Sir! Sir! You can't go in there!

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