An Amish Murder Page #4

I was there.

Trying to get yourself killed?

Something like that.

But it didn't work. I'm still here.

What's left of me.

Okay, look, I won't blame you.

...if you don't believe a word.

...that I have to say about this case...

...but I know one thing:

This is not a copycat.

Based on what?

- Everything:
The Roman numerals...

...the cuts to the carotid artery.

They're all scrubbed.

I mean, a copycat would need.

...a set of instructions

with him each time.

So what does the FBI have to say?

- We've got the vcap file,

and there's not much there.

- Yeah, well, my gut says

he's been all over the country.

- Because of the gap in the numbers?

I looked. I looked. Nothing much is up.

Chief, we need you now.

- Excuse me, please. Skid.

What's going on, here?

Uh, parents. Gymnastics meet.

- Starting when?

- Don't know. Ten minutes ago?

No.

Oh, no.

- Kate.

He's escalating.

- Tell me about it.

T.J.!

- Now, hold on.

He did this so he can

watch these people react.

He's here.

I know it doesn't match his M.O...

...but it's dead-on for his profile.

He's here.

Is the mayor on his way?

- Yeah, he's outside.

- Keep him there.

- What do I say to him?

- Just do it.

Skid, lock the doors. No one leaves.

Nichols, anyone within

200 yards of here...

...bring them inside, no exceptions.

And I want all number

plates within a mile of here.

Got it, chief.

- What's going on?

- He's here.

- Who?

- The killer. He's here.

Nobody leaves this place.

I want to set up a perimeter.

Nobody leaves this building.

Stay outside?

Kate! Kate!

- Auggie. Auggie.

- Please let me know.

- Auggie, please.

I need to ask you to back

off for another second.

Just stay here for one

second. We just need...

Auggie.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No, no, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, Amanda. Honey.

- Auggie. Auggie, please.

We need to... You can't right now.

- Get away from me. Get away.

Get away from me!

Look what he did to my daughter.

- Auggie, no.

- Honey, no.

Oh, God.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, auggie. She's gone.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Come on. Let us do our job.

- No, no! Please, let me...

...no, please!

- There are no more details

provided at this time.

We are waiting for a statement.

- I want to know why we're

being treated like criminals.

Please, just bear with us.

You'll get to go home as soon

as everyone's been processed.

- I realize this isn't what

you people want to do right now.

Just hang in there.

- Your killer isn't here.

You know as well as I

do the killer's amish.

- Every one of them

knows how to butcher.

They slaughter animals

in their backyard.

- Mr. waring, I need you to calm down.

Well, they do.

No, sir, they don't.

Yeah?

FBI's on line two...

...returning your call.

Great. Give me a sec.

- All right, I'll handle the natives.

Look, I'll get you out of

here just as soon as possible.

- Okay, I need everything you've got:

Postmortem, carved numerals...

...any woman killed by exsanguination.

No, anywhere, any state.

Wait. You're just doing it now?

I called you two days ago.

FBI?

Yes! Now.

Yeah, not sure you'd win.

...a popularity contest right now.

I am aware.

- So why does someone in this town.

...think you know who the killer is?

What?

- Who wrote the letter to the bishop?

This is what you want to talk about?

Mm-hmm.

It's gossip, John.

The amish curse:

No televisions, no radio...

...so they gossip.

They send letters to the bishop.

That's what they do.

That's your answer?

Yeah, that's my answer.

- You know, it might not be smart.

...to underestimate me, Kate.

I don't underestimate anyone.

That national search.

...for the slaughterhouse killer continues.

Police are releasing no information.

Katie.

Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

No, it's all right.

What are you doing here?

I've been to see your brother.

He told me...

About Lapp.

He...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He what... He what?

What Lapp did to you, Katie.

Why didn't you come to me?

Why didn't you tell me?

I have wanted to, Lucas.

I'm so sorry I didn't.

I would have stood by you.

You went through this all alone.

I would have done

anything for you, Katie.

I know that.

But you know what? I'm all right now.

It's done.

It isn't, Katie.

You have to go see your brother.

Why?

The bishop...

...he doesn't know who wrote the letter.

You went to the bishop?

As you asked.

He said whoever did...

...they didn't come by car or buggy.

I figured they must have

come through his back fields.

There were tracks.

I followed them to your brother's farm.

That's not possible.

- You asked me to help you, Katie.

I'll be right back.

You missed me.

Shh!

Shh.

What?

What is it?

What happened?

- Did you write the bishop about me?

What?

- You wrote the bishop a letter.

...about me and Daniel Lapp.

What are you talking about?

Don't lie to me, Jacob.

We know it came from you.

Lie to you?

This is my business.

I'm finished.

All this silence, it never ends.

This is how you want to live?

I wrote the bishop.

How else can this end?

I look at you.

I see this thing...

...this terrible thing...

...eating at you each day.

You don't see what it's doing to him.

It tortures him.

- Tortures him? How?

- Because he knows it's torturing you.

How would he know?

He barely looks at me.

What do you expect him to do?

You're under the ban.

You think he has no feelings...

...no love for his sister?

He looks for you every morning.

You don't know that?

Every morning.

Is that true?

I remembered...

when I was speaking with Sarah...

...something.

When dad came home

that night, he told mom...

"I put him in the deepest place...

...a place no one will ever find him. "

Maybe that will help.

I don't know.

You know, I remember

now why I chose you.

- I wasn't wrong.

- Shh.

No, I was just...

Katie, for once...

...just... Shush.

You're English now.

Looking for something?

John.

Hey, yeah, um...

I got a tip on an illegal dumping site.

I thought I would check it out.

Right. Yeah.

How about I profile you.

...just for the fun of it?

You ready?

Not particularly.

Yeah? Too bad.

You left the amish

community when you were 18.

Something happened...

...something your family

couldn't deal with...

I mean, something you

couldn't deal with...

...so you bolted.

Am I right so far?

Right.

So what's in that hole there?

Or should I say who?

Daniel Lapp.

Who's that?

A man who hurt me.

And who put him there?

My father.

- Right. So he killed him. Why?

No, he, um...

He didn't kill him.

Who did?

I did.

Oh, Kate.

He raped me.

Why'd you come here tonight?

- To make sure that he was dead.

You didn't know?

I thought he was our killer.

Why?

That's why.

Oh, God.

Tell me.

- He, um...

He worked on our farm for years.

I killed a man.

In self-defense.

- And now it's all gonna come out.

Do you know what that's

gonna do to my family?

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

I'm on your side, remember?

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