Happy Face k*ller (2014)

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Keith Jesperson,

my favorite driver.

How you doing?

Good.

So what's in the bag?

Just some presents

for Cora and the kids

from the road.

I miss 'em

when I'm gone.

Aw, that's sweet

you spoil them like that.

Yeah, they're only kids

for so long.

Yeah?

Well, my 30-year-old's

still living in the garage

trying to build

a better bong.

Hey, today's the big day.

The Mounties are calling.

Yeah, I am golden.

I studied that test for a year.

I nailed it.

Took the physical,

nailed it.

And you know what?

I look real good on a horse.

Oh, well, I bet you do.

You're not

even Canadian,

Jesperson.

I was born in Canada, Dez.

It is the most beautiful place

in the world.

And it's a better life

for me, Cora and the kids.

Aw...

Dudley Do-Right

to the rescue, huh?

That's an animated character

and a cliche, Dez.

The actual Mounties

are a world-class organization.

Fascinating.

Anyway,

I got stuff coming in

every day this week,

so I hope you're

around a while.

No one ever

complains about you.

Except that we don't

see enough of you.

Personally speaking,

of course.

Why don't you two

get a room?

See you later.

How's Cora

and the kids?

A-1.

You know, she's the best thing

that ever came along for you,

you know that, right?

She is a saint.

How are you two lovebirds doing?

Up and down.

You and me didn't learn

a damn thing

about marriage, huh?

Except what a lousy idea it was.

I'm on my way over

to help pop build a deck.

Why don't you come over?

Sorry.

Oh, no, no, I got it.

Hey...

You okay?

Yukon, here I come.

Hey, he's back!

I'm back from the Crusades!

Anyone home?

Where are you guys?

Hello.

Yes, hello,

this is Colonel Lamaire,

from the Canadian police,

calling from Toronto.

I'm trying to reach

Mr. Keith Jesperson.

This is Keith speaking.

I've been waiting

for your call.

Good afternoon,

mister Jesperson.

Good afternoon, Colonel.

How is it up there?

Perfect, I bet.

Yes, very nice up here.

I'm afraid I have

some disappointing news, sir.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Well, sir,

the RC's have looked over

your medical records,

including X-rays

of your shoulder,

and I'm very sorry

to inform you

we aren't going to be able

to move forward

with your application.

Uh, no, Colonel,

there must a mistake.

There's nothing wrong

with my shoulder.

Someone read the X-ray wrong.

Nonetheless, sir,

we cannot dismiss it.

On behalf of the Mounties,

you have my deepest regret,

Mr. Jesperson.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Mr. Jesperson.

Are you there, sir?

Yeah, I'm here.

Thank you for the call, sir.

"Dear Keith...

...by the time you read this,

I will be at my parents

with the kids.

After 14 years together,

I can't continue

in our marriage.

You know how much

we've grown apart.

I never see you.

You're always on the road.

I've given this

a lot of thought,

and I will always care

about you,

but it's over.

You can call the kids

now and then,

but not me.

Cora."

Special agent

Melinda Gand...

The only reason

I stay in the FBI.

What about stopping

criminals, Anselo?

Protecting America.

I find your

patriotism exciting.

I thought you were

getting married.

What happened,

she get to know you?

You know, Gand,

specializing in

crimes against women

is taking the romance

out of your life.

Is that right?

I sense a secret

hunger in you

for something

more thrilling

than blood spatter

and wiretaps.

We should have dinner

and talk about it sometime.

Anselo, I owe you an apology.

See, I was under

the mistaken impression

that you were living

in this century.

Some people would take

what you just said

as sexual harassment.

MaybeIi should ask

special agent in charge Kuttner

what he thinks?

All I'm saying is you should

join the human race sometime

and go on a date

with someone, Gand.

Can't hurt.

Did last time.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

I'm sure she'll...

No, Cora,

she's stubborn.

And I, I really

screwed up, Diane.

Guess I worked too hard.

I was just trying

to make a living.

I'm sorry.

I already miss the kids

so much.

I'm sure they miss you, too.

I didn't mean to hurt them,

or Cora.

We all mess up.

You should see my list.

I should get back to work.

Thank you so much.

I just really needed

someone to talk to.

Anytime.

Hold onto my arm.

Here, hold on.

You've reached

Cora Jesperson...

You've reached

Cora Jesperson.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Cora, it's me.

Um...

Just called to say I'm sorry.

You know...

I know I screwed up,

but I wanted you to know

that I love you.

And the kids.

I never thought

I was a bad father or nothing,

but I do understand

that I have to be a...

better husband.

So if it's all right,

I'd like to come see you

at your folks.

If that's all right.

Let me know.

Alright bye.

So she walked out,

just like that?

Just like that.

You gotta get back

on that horse, pal.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

I'm a natural.

Yes, you are.

What's your name?

Sissy.

Peyton.

Sissy... I love that name.

Oh, nice one.

Really?

Yeah.

Where you from?

I don't live too far.

What's your name?

Keith,

which means

"of the forest."

"Of the forest?"

Like... bears?

Yeah, like bears.

I love bears.

Really?

Take it easy, papa bear.

You want it off?

Yeah.

And what if I don't?

Don't be like that.

Ooh, the forest bear

doesn't like that.

Why are you calling me that?

Ooh, the forest bear is sad.

I just had a really... bad day.

Don't touch that.

Ooh...

Giddyup.

I said, don't touch that.

I said, put that down.

Faster, faster,

they're getting away.

You know what, Sissy?

You talk too much.

Giddyup.

Greetings.

How are you today?

I hope I'm in focus.

That would be a first.

Okay, so let's get started.

Why am I videotaping myself?

Simple.

I'm protecting my reputation.

I want

a permanent record of me,

and I don't want

some cheesy reporter

getting it all wrong.

To begin with,

I've been misunderstood

my whole life.

And I live with that pain,

I try to not let it

get me down.

But let me tell you,

every now and then,

I get urges,

and I finally acted on them.

And it was...

What's the word I'm looking for?

Exciting.

Agent Gand,

the Bureau appreciates

the recent work you did

on the prostitution ring

in Spokane.

Thank you, sir.

You made

all the difference.

I need you

to do that again.

A female body was

discovered in Washington,

in a gorge

near the Oregon border.

A happy face...

Drawn in blood?

It appears the m*rder

was committed in Oregon

but the body

dumped in Washington.

With a state line

crossed,

that makes it

an FBI matter.

Local police?

Under-staffed,

over-confident.

I need you to get up

to Ruskin County,

Washington,

Meet with Sheriff J.D. Cotton.

Yes, sir.

Just remember,

we're playing chess,

they're playing checkers.

Try to make them feel included.

Solve this thing for us, Gand.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you wanna

pack up all this stuff

so soon?

Cora will probably

change her mind.

Cora won't even

return my phone calls,

and I can't keep living here

with all her stuff.

Aw...

Please tell me

this isn't yours.

I didn't have the heart

to get rid of it.

The kids just loved it

when they were younger.

Yeah.

Hey...

What's this?

It's really pretty.

It's Cora's.

Hey, sweetheart.

Where are you headed?

Look, agent Gand,

these jurisdiction cases

are usually just too many folks

at the same party.

It's an interstate matter.

The law is the law.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Felicia,

can we get

some coffee?

With all due respect,

agent Gand,

I actually have

done this before,

so you being here,

it may be overkill.

The government prefers

to be thorough.

Well, good for them.

Uh, how do you take

your coffee,

special agent Gand?

That's okay, hon,

I can take it from here.

I think we can

figure out coffee,

we've got an FBI agent

on the premises.

How long you been an FBI agent?

11 years.

Ah, is that right?

Well, I've been

sheriff of this county 17.

Every time

there's a m*rder,

six in the last nine years,

I've caught 'em

and got convictions.

That's very impressive.

Look, if Uncle Sam wants

to waste taxpayer money

bringing in the FBI,

I can't stop him.

But this isn't

Mayberry,

and I'm not Andy.

I'd like to see the body.

Her blood?

Yeah.

I can also confirm

time of death was

48 to 56 hours ago,

agent Gand.

We still haven't I.D.d her.

FBI will run

a thorough

DNA match.

And look at this.

From a place

called "O' Finn's Tavern,"

in Portland.

Whoever did this

has strong hands.

The wounds

all indicate that.

The strangulation marks

are pretty severe.

Euphoric rage.

The m*rder*r

savors the struggle.

It's highly personal,

no weapons used.

It's intimate.

I'll need you to check

for latent prints

in the blood

on this marking here.

You got it.

A happy face...

It's a taunt.

He thinks he's smarter

than everybody else,

that he can't get caught.

Any leads, Sheriff?

So far,

we got three clues.

One, the bloody

happy face.

Two, the stamp on the back

of the victim's hand

from "O' Finn's Tavern,"

which tells us

she was in Oregon

when she was m*rder*d,

and three,

the zipper from her jeans

was cut-out.

Probably a souvenir

for the k*ller.

I've seen that before.

May also be a deliberately

false detail to distract us.

Well, even still,

we find who has

that part of her jeans,

he might be our k*ller.

We have to contact

the police in Portland,

see who's been

reported missing.

I'll have my team

investigate the dump site

here in Washington.

That looks delicious.

Well, it's

a treat for me.

I don't get to bake

for anyone anymore.

I can't tell you

the last time I had

a home-cooked meal.

I mean, all I eat

on the road is junk.

How you holding up?

I'm all right, I mean...

It's a little weird

living here alone,

but I'm not one to complain.

Forks!

Sure.

Yeah...

Is that you,

Jesperson?

I thought you two

were honeymooning in Honolulu.

This guy...

Good one.

Hey, hey,

it's the Mountie!

I know you?

You still keep that stupid

postcard of Dudley Do-Right

on your visor?

Hey, I got myself

a new boyfriend,

and it's the real thing,

And I'm going to go

out on the road with him.

And let me tell you something,

Mr. Mountie,

weirdo truck driver man...

He's screwing me

way better than you.

I remember you now.

You are the one

that always wears a flea collar.

Maybe I'm too sensitive

sometimes,

but when people get cute

and sarcastic with me,

I see red.

And that's when

they have to pay.

And if I don't get

the respect I'm due,

it's gonna go downhill

real fast.

Do you recognize this girl?

No.

Really?

Because she had your bar's name

stamped on her hand.

It's not my business.

See, that's unfortunate,

for you.

Because by not cooperating

with an FBI agent,

I could arrest you

for impeding

a federal investigation

which has a penalty,

last time I looked,

of five years in prison.

Or...

I could give you

a second chance.

Since I don't want

your stupid a*s

clogging up the justice system.

Which would you prefer?

She used to come around here.

She was in the other night,

she left with some guy.

What's her name?

Sissy Peyton.

Thank you.

Hey, Di.

Miss me?

I've been

thinking of you all day.

I miss you, too.

How long are you

going to be away for?

I'll be home in a few days.

Oh.

Yeah, that's great.

Listen, it's getting

a little busy,

I'm gonna have to jump back on the road.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Um... uh, take care,

and we'll talk soon.

Bye.

Bye.

Nice rig.

Where you headed?

I was hoping to get

to the market today,

get her formula.

The least I could do

is give a mother a lift.

Yeah?

That's sweet.

My name's Candy.

Candy.

That's her.

That's Sissy.

Can you cover her, please?

It was just

a matter of time.

Now I won't have to worry

about her anymore.

I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton,

she didn't deserve this.

Who did it?

We're doing our best

to find out.

May I help you?

I know who k*lled

Sissy Peyton.

How do you

know that?

I was there.

Me and my boyfriend.

We did it.

FBI. Are you Bud Skinner?

Yeah.

Hey, whoa.

Hey...

Mr. Skinner,

you're under arrest

for the m*rder

of Sissy Peyton.

m*rder!

Are you kidding me?

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

150 sound about right?

I just offered

to take you to the market.

I didn't ask you

to do that.

I made you feel good.

Now you're making me feel bad.

Well, how about this?

I give you $20

so you can buy formula

for your baby,

and you get

outta my truck.

I know what I'm worth.

I'm good at what I do.

I'm calling the cops

and telling 'em you r*ped me,

you loser.

Are you gonna pay me

or not, you freak?

No...

Please don't hurt me.

Please, don't hurt me!

Leave.

"Delores Parnicke

and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,

have been arrested

in the strangulation m*rder

of Portland woman,

Sissy Peyton,

whose body was found by hikers

in a forested area

near the Columbia gorge.

Authorities report

Parnicke has confessed

to taking part in the m*rder

and has implicated Skinner..."

"I k*lled Sissy Peyton,

October 12th,

in Portland, Oregon.

I beat her to death,

r*ped her,

and I loved it.

Yes, I am sick,

but I enjoy myself, too.

People took the blame,

and I'm free,

so I can k*ll again.

Ripped the zipper off the jeans,

proof."

Hey!

Don't be mad.

What are you doing here?

I missed you,

I missed the kids.

Okay, look,

I want you to leave.

Okay.

Can I just see 'em?

Just for a second, please?

Please.

Okay.

But after that,

I really want you to leave.

All right.

Okay.

Thank you.

Kids?

Your father's here.

Dad!

Hey, buddy,

how are you?

Daddy!

I missed you so much.

Look, I got you

presents, look.

Ladies first.

Thanks daddy!

And I got you a new glove.

Awesome!

How you guys been?

Good.

Come here,

come here.

Delores, tell me again

what happened.

John called,

said he picked up

this girl at a bar

so that we could have

a three-way, and...

Things got rough,

and he r*ped her.

He k*lled her,

and we dumped her body

off the highway

near the Columbia gorge.

What's really

going on here, Delores?

Are you just

saying this

because

Bud treats you bad,

he beats you,

you want to pin this on him

as payback?

He'll get what he deserves

for what he's done.

To you or to Sissy?

How did he k*ll her?

Rope.

What else?

Gloves.

Duct tape.

Like the ones I found

in your apartment?

It was almost like you wanted me

to find that stuff.

Bud must've hid it.

Ask him.

Delores,

if you're trying to set up

an innocent man...

He's not innocent.

Of anything.

Tell me about the signature left

on Sissy's body.

What does it mean,

whose idea was it?

Delores...

I know what you're doing.

I understand

why you're doing it.

But Bud didn't

k*ll this girl.

The real k*ller

is still out there

and he is going to

k*ll again.

Please help me.

I've told you

everything I know.

So, get this.

Some whack-job

named Delores Parnicke

told the cops

that her and her boyfriend

k*lled Sissy Peyton,

which is a miracle,

since they didn't!

I did!

I k*lled her!

They're trying to take

the damn credit?

It was me.

Yeah?

Someone found this

on the bathroom wall

at a truck stop in Burlington.

Cops there took these.

Felicia...

See if any of the papers

ever mentioned

the missing zipper

from Sissy's pants?

Hey.

Can you...

Can you sit

for a minute?

Please?

Sure.

Good.

I thought maybe

you forgot about me.

What have you been up to?

Not much.

Just driving around,

thinking.

Oh, yeah?

About what?

Well, I've been mostly

thinking about me...

and you.

Wow.

I really want you

to spend more time

at my place.

I just feel so much better

when you're there.

Everything is better.

Okay.

You lost me,

agent Gand.

Someone writes a confession

on a bathroom wall,

and you consider that

evidence left by the k*ller?

It had details

only the k*ller would know.

Delores couldn't even describe

the happy face signature.

It's circumstantial.

Call me old-fashioned,

but I like my evidence

in the real and hard variety.

Listen, agent Gand,

as district attorney,

I see a lot of guilt

and innocence

coming and going,

and on this one,

the fat lady has sung,

and her name

is Delores Parnicke.

Now, she signed a confession,

stating her involvement

in the k*lling

of Sissy Peyton.

Innocent people

confess.

So do guilty people.

I think she's lying.

Really? Why?

What then,

she read about Sissy's m*rder?

Why confess to something

she didn't do?

She wanted out.

I found a book

in their apartment

about how to leave

an a*usive relationship.

She formulated a plan,

she implicated her boyfriend.

I believe that she planted

evidence in their apartment.

Here's the thing, agent Gand,

if you want to get Delores

and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,

out of jail,

then you're going to have to

work harder,

and give me some evidence

that actually means something.

I'm on your side,

and I'm all for truth

and justice,

but I like evidence

even better.

Yeah?

Thanks.

Bud Skinner

failed his polygraph.

Convinced?

I won't let him

get away with this, Summer,

I promise you.

Agent Gand.

"I k*lled Sissy

and I did this one too.

Maybe this time you

believe I am still out here"

Really starting

to piss me off.

Hi.

Hi.

This may sound crazy but,

the last few weeks

have been some of

the best days of my life.

And there's just something

inside me changing.

What do you mean?

I'm falling

in love with you.

I am in love with you,

and I hope you feel

the same way about me.

Yeah. I do.

I just was afraid

to say it first.

Okay, so,

once these papers are signed,

I'd love to get married again.

What are you saying?

Well, if you'll have me...

Will you be my wife?

Yes!

Yeah?

Yes!

Now the latest

in the brutal slaying

of Sissy Peyton.

Delores Parnicke has confessed

that her boyfriend

Bud Skinner k*lled Peyton,

and that Parnicke

was an eyewitness.

According to authorities,

Skinner has denied

the allegations.

The lurid case

has brought notoriety

to Parnicke

for her role

as the alleged accomplice

in this brutal slaying...

They've got it all wrong.

I did it!

"I would

like to tell my story.

I am two people,

and sometimes

the bad one is in charge.

When I'm my bad self,

women better be careful.

Remember Sissy Peyton?

Met her at O' Finn's Tavern

and r*ped her

and beat her up real bad...

I strangled her

and ended her life.

This turned me on.

I got high.

Painted a happy face

on her chest.

"Told you it was time

to believe

that I'm out here..."

"Met another one

at a truck stop in Kennewick,

Summer Northern.

Long brown hair, country girl.

My mind went wild

with the thought

of a sex sl*ve.

Told her she was gonna die

and slowly strangled her

with my belt.

I felt so much power...

Dropped the body

out in a field

by a pile of wood.

Red lipstick.

Drew a happy face

on some plywood...

I want the world to know

that this is my crime,

just like Sissy.

Whoever you think did it,

you are wrong.

It was me."

Hi.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Everything's fine.

I miss you so much

when you're on the road.

I miss you, too.

I brought you

some coffee.

Oh, thank you.

It's personal

with you, isn't it?

Yes.

Two years

after I became an agent,

my sister Alison was m*rder*d.

She had just gotten married,

and, one day, she went missing.

I don't even really know

what happened.

I never found out who did it.

I'm sorry.

You asked me to check

the papers

to see if Sissy's zipper

was ever mentioned.

It wasn't.

-You got a sec?

-Yeah.

These letters just came in.

Showed up on my desk

and sent to the papers.

Written by some nut,

signed with a happy face.

It's not some nut, it's him.

When are you

going to let this go?

The FBI lab confirmed

handwriting on the plywood

by Summer's body,

the handwriting in

the truck stop restroom

were a match.

Now, Bud and Delores

were in custody

when Summer was m*rder*d.

How do you explain that?

It's a copycat.

But the scrawl in the restroom

mentioned the missing zipper.

That's a detail

only the k*ller would know.

That is very interesting,

but it doesn't change anything.

I've got some other news.

Bud has entered a plea.

He's agreed to 15 years.

Now, does that

sound like something

an innocent man would do?

The only thing I know

is that the person who did this

is still out there.

Well unless you can prove it,

we're done here.

Delores has confessed.

Bud has pled.

This is over, agent Gand.

In a case

that continues to astound,

authorities have confirmed

that Bud Skinner

m*rder*d Sissy Peyton

as his girlfriend,

Delores Parnicke watched,

but troubling

new twists have surfaced,

and it now appears

someone dubbed

the "Happy Face k*ller"

is taking credit

for the m*rder,

as well as others,

and may or may not be

a copycat.

Whatever the truth is,

the entire pacific northwest

is on edge,

and asking itself,

who is the "Happy Face k*ller?"

A letter just came

for you, agent Gand.

"Dear FBI agent Gand.

I've written

to everybody else,

and I read in the paper

about how you are

the lead investigator,

so maybe

you will listen to me.

Skinner and Parnicke had

nothing to do with anything,

and they are pathetic liars.

It was all me,

and I feel like

I'm being treated wrong."

I hope you believe me.

I deserve that,

because I'm telling the truth.

Maybe sometime we could meet.

Good luck with everything.

More to come.

Sincerely yours."

Cotton.

We need to interview people

at the truck stops

along the interstate.

Have a nice day.

Hey, Di.

Hi. Honey, I was thinking

that we could have our honeymoon

in Lake Tahoe

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah, that...

That sounds great.

And when we're married,

I could quit my job

and ride in the truck

with you, and...

go everywhere you go.

Yeah, well,

let's talk about that.

Okay.

Listen, sweetie, I gotta run.

Talk to you later.

That was nice, sweetie.

I'd recognize

that a*s anywhere.

Oh, my god, Keith,

I was just thinking about you.

How you been?

Busy.

So, where you headed?

Everywhere.

Ah, imagine that.

That's where I'm headed.

As long as you aren't

the Happy Face k*ller.

Darlin', do I look like

the Happy Face k*ller?

You're good...

Ooh!

You look good, baby.

You been exercising?

Here and there.

Ooh, great postcard.

I love Mounties.

Yeah.

I remember.

I met him at a truck stop

in Mount Ruskin.

I was with my baby.

Me and him were

gonna party in his rig.

He tried to strangle me,

but I got away.

Is your baby all right?

Other than having me

for a mother?

Yeah, she's fine.

Candy,

are you willing

to press as*ault charges

against him?

Do you know his name?

Keith Jesperson.

You're still the best.

That's not what you said

last time.

Come on, no way.

No, you did, you insulted me,

and the Mountie postcard

I have clipped on my visor.

You had no right

to do that.

Insensitivity

is the modern plague.

It brings out

the worst in people.

So, uh, I'll just get a cab.

No, no you won't.

They say a*usive behavior

toward animals

is one of the first symptoms

that you're on the road

to becoming a serial k*ller,

or a m*rder*r.

And you know, I never

thought of it that way.

I never thought of it,

like, I was abusing animals.

I just enjoyed it.

I enjoyed watching them die.

When I looked at those things,

that are so scared

and trembling,

and just watch the life

leave them...

I got off on it.

Just like I did with Taffy.

Anyway, there isn't

much difference

between k*lling an animal

and k*lling a human being.

I mean, you get to the point

where k*lling something

is nothing.

Let's face it,

being alive

is what kicks your a*s.

So...

Be careful out there.

Look over your shoulder,

because I may be closer

than you think.

Hunters say

their dogs

found the body.

There's no happy face.

Might not be him.

It's him.

He's just doing it different.

Mr. Jesperson,

I'm FBI special agent

Melinda Gand.

Well, it's an honor

to meet anyone from the FBI.

You can call me Keith.

Okay.

We brought you in today

to ask some questions.

We appreciate

your cooperation.

You mind

if I record this?

Fire away.

Have you ever been

to the O' Finn's Tavern

in Portland?

Yeah. A while ago.

Used to sh**t pool there

and get some beers.

Spend any time with a woman

named Sissy Peyton?

No.

She was strangled

and tossed into a ravine,

a happy face scrawled on her.

I heard about that.

Sissy was last seen

at O' Finn's Tavern.

Did you meet her?

No.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Wait...

Didn't I read

that some couple k*lled her?

Have you ever been

to the Turlock,

or Mount Ruskin,

or Kennewick

truck stops?

Yeah, all the time.

They're right along

in my main route.

Did you meet a Summer Northern?

Or Taffy Billings?

No.

Do you recall

meeting a woman named Candy?

She had a baby.

At the Mount Ruskin

truck stop?

Candy claims that you tried

to sexually as*ault her,

tried to k*ll her.

So, that's what this is about?

Look,

I'm no angel,

but Candy's

a working girl,

and we got together.

But that's it.

If she wants to

press charges against me,

do you think

anyone's gonna believe

some lot lizard wh*re in court?

Good luck.

You recognize this?

No.

It's a letter

that you sent to me, Keith,

signed by the Happy Face k*ller.

In it, it says,

"maybe we'll meet

sometime."

Here I am.

Am I under arrest?

Cause if not,

I've got to get back out there.

Gotta make a living.

No, you're not under arrest.

Not yet.

I didn't write that letter.

I know you want to find

this k*ller

and I'm sorry

I can't be more helpful.

It's been a pleasure.

Just when I thought

things were starting

to go my way,

FBI special agent Melinda Gand

had to come along

and ruin everything.

I mean, the FBI did have to

send their best to get me,

so I'm flattered,

but once she got involved

with the investigation,

it made me nervous.

She brought me in,

made me think

she must be close, right?

I hated

how she screwed with me.

And it started to feel like

she was watching my every move.

One more worthless,

uncaring b*tch

messing up my life.

You gotta admit,

it's pretty ironic that

they sent a woman after me.

God has one messed-up

sense of humor.

Keith was always... sad,

and lost.

His childhood was

pretty much a nightmare.

He said his father made him

t*rture animals.

Electrocuted him even.

The kids at school

tormented him.

What was your marriage like?

He was a caring father.

Cora...

Do you think

Keith could hurt women?

He never touched

me or the kids.

I mean, I know

he had affairs,

but if you ask me,

his problem with women

is that he likes them too much.

I kind of like this one.

My grandmother used to

have silverware like that.

She gave it away.

Do you like it?

Keith?

I like it

if you like it.

I do.

Now, this one

is my favorite.

Silverware with

little tree limbs.

Yeah, it's perfect...

I like it.

Good. Perfect.

So, would you

consider Keith

to be a violent person?

It was just the way

that we were raised.

My brother got the worst of it

and probably took

a lot of it off of me.

You were spared.

Maybe, yeah.

I talked to Cora.

She told me about

your childhood.

Sounded pretty rough.

It was.

With Keith, it wasn't just

about the abuse, though.

He just always wanted to be

somebody else.

He could never

control his emotions.

I mean, the rage.

I think he came

into the world like that.

Everybody thinks

they're special.

Everyone thinks they're smart.

But you're not.

You're either the wolf

or the sheep.

All right, listen, listen,

hear me out,

this is important.

As far as k*lling goes,

and getting away with it,

here's the key.

When you're trying

to dump a body,

your real adversary

isn't the police,

it's actually the public,

so if you don't want

to get caught,

make sure you have

no links to the victim,

and then take their body

far, far away.

Time and distance

is the main trick,

and if you get that right,

well, abra-cadabra!

Dez...

There's someone

here to see you.

Mr. Whitman.

Melinda Gand, FBI.

Can we talk privately?

Hey.

Dez, it's Keith.

What's up?

Not much.

How are you?

I'm kinda busy here.

Got any runs for me?

Uh, let me take a look,

and, I'll, uh,

call you right back.

Dez, if you get any runs,

I could really use one now.

All right?

Gotta go.

"Police continue to investigate

the brutal slayings of several young women..."

"...left his signature happy face drawn

in blood on his victims at crime scenes."

"Ongoing investigation..."

"Criminal psychologists describe

him as someone who..."

You didn't

answer the phone.

Diane, I...

I just got busy.

That's...

that's all it is.

It's not just that, honey.

You say

you're going away

for a certain

period of time

and you don't come back

when you say you will.

It's just,

I have all these

wedding plans to make

and decisions to make,

and you're never around.

And you don't answer

your phone.

You're right,

I'm sorry.

It's just, I'm forced to make

these decisions by myself,

and it's

stressing me out.

I need you

to be around.

And if you don't

answer your phone,

how can I ask you

about anything?

I said I'm sorry.

Okay?

I just got busy.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

The dispatcher

tells me what to do.

That's where I go.

I'm just trying

to make a living.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm so sorry.

Keith?

What?

What is it? Tell me?

Why don't you ever

tell me anything?

Don't be like that.

Don't be like what?

Let's start over.

I'm starving.

What's

in the fridge?

Nothing!

I think we should postpone

the wedding.

Why is it

that all women cause trouble?

You know what,

you don't want to see this.

Just got a call.

A woman named

Diane Loftin

is missing from

her job at a diner.

She's engaged

to Keith Jesperson.

I'm sorry, Diane.

Hey, Dez, it's Keith again.

I just want you to know,

if there are any runs,

I'm available.

Here's the plan,

when Jesperson calls

his dispatcher,

he'll be directed

to a location.

Myself, Sheriff Cotton,

agent Anselo,

and our team

will be there.

Timing is key.

Any questions?

These women mattered.

Let's bring him in.

Hey, Dez.

It's Keith.

Is anybody looking for me?

What are you talking about?

Like who?

You paranoid

or something?

What's your problem?

Nothing. Listen,

I just really could use

a run right now.

Find out where he is.

Tell him to stay put,

you'll call him with something.

Are you there, Dez?

Dez?

Of course, I'm here.

where do I ever go?

Stop messing with me!

All right, hold tight,

and I'll get right back to you.

Got it.

Call him.

Look, I know this is fun

and all, agent Gand,

but I'm not gonna

get k*lled, am I?

Call him and give him

this location.

Hey, Dez...

You're in luck.

"Klingman Industrial Warehouse"

for pickup.

What am I picking up?

Uh, three tons

galvanized steel,

six tons

of "I" beams.

Keith...

You want it or not, Keith?

Keith, you want it

or not?

What's the address?

Hi, John.

Well, it seems like

my luck has run out.

I'll never be able

to enjoy life

on the outside again.

I got into a bad situation

and my emotions

caught up with me.

I k*lled a woman in my truck

during an argument,

and with all the evidence

against me,

I guess I truly am

the black sheep of the family.

The court will

appoint me a lawyer

and there will be a trial

and I'm sure they'll k*ll me

for this.

Now...

I'm sorry that things

turned out this way.

I've been a k*ller

for some time.

I've k*lled eight people,

assaulted more.

I guess I...

haven't really

learned anything.

How you doing?

Just leave

the rig here.

We'll get the paperwork going.

Freeze!

Don't move!

Hands behind

your head,

Jesperson!

You're under arrest

for the m*rder of Diane Loftin.

I didn't k*ll her.

Yeah, you did.

Just like you k*lled

Sissy Peyton

and all the others.

You can't prove that.

I know you're

the Happy Face k*ller.

That's ridiculous.

Get him out of here.

I really am sorry that we didn't

have any time together... alone.

Agent Gand?

Something to remember us by.

That's a big honor.

She guards those

with her life.

Thank you.

Thanks, Felicia.

You know what?

I would've made

a hell of a Mountie.

But, well, their loss.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, boy.