Dark Country Page #4

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We picked up this guy.

We were trying to help him,

but I think he took my wife

because I found tracks

leading off into the desert, right?

And I followed them, and they led

to a grave, and I dug around,

and I uncovered a hand, a woman's hand.

She was just buried out there in the desert.

But it wasn't her, not my wife.

I don't know.

It's like he's f***ing with me or something.

So, I panicked. I ran back, got in the car,

drove somewhere, anywhere to find help.

That's when you came along.

That's one hell of a story.

-Can we go find my f***ing wife?

-All right, now calm down.

-Calm down? He could have her.

-You say you found a woman...

He's obviously killed that other woman.

-...but it wasn't your wife.

-No!

All right, then why don't we just

go back to the rest area?

Fine.

You're gonna leave your car here

and ride with me.

Front seat's a little crammed up.

Why don't you just go ahead

and climb on in the back?

Don't worry, pal. We'll find your wife.

Your wife, has she got any enemies?

Anybody wanna hurt her?

No. Not that I know of.

The reason I ask

is people tend to marry in Vegas

for a lot of reasons, good and bad.

Just told you it's not like that.

No, no,

I remember you said you were in love.

Still, I've never been much of a believer

in that love-at-first-sight stuff.

Maybe... Maybe that's why I never married.

I've seen stuff out here

I wouldn't confess to a priest.

Yeah, I bet.

We call this part of the desert

the garbage dump,

only the garbage is human. Murder victims.

Mob hits mostly, but other stuff, too,

you know.

That body you found, dollar to donuts,

I bet you that leads right back to Vegas.

We see it all out here, man.

Prostitutes, strippers, gambling debts.

-Your wife into any of that crap?

-No!

I already told you.

What the hell is this, for Christ's sakes?

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.

I gotta ask, you know.

Leave no turn unstoned.

Hey, maybe she just got cold feet,

you know, about the marriage.

-I've seen that before.

-What about that rest area?

-Thompson, do you copy?

-Yeah, this is Thompson. Go ahead.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-Okay, I'll be right there.

-What?

-ls she okay? Where is she?

-She's out in the desert...

-The deputies are with her.

-ls she alive?

-ls she all right? Talk to me.

-Hey, settle down.

We'll be there in a few minutes.

Just hold on.

Is that it? Coming up there.

It's a... What is that, a flare?

Gum? I only got one piece.

Holy sh*t.

I know these cars.

They were parked at the rest area.

How the f*** did they get here?

They... What are they doing? Where are we?

Where's my wife?

What's going on? What about the rest area?

This is the rest area.

At least it was 30 years go.

Jesus.

Where's my wife?

More light!

No!

No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

Jesus! No. No!

No! No! No! No! God! No!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Got another one here.

I told him to stay on 95.

My God.

Looks like some of these cars

have been out here for years.

Bet you some of these women

they're digging up will match the plates.

The real question is where the hell

are all the men?

Well, why don't you ask him?

Get on him!

-Go! Let's go!

-Crazy f***.

Dispatch 348, we are in pursuit.

A suspect has fled. It is a late '60s model,

blue, light blue Mustang.

A suspect has fled. It is a late '60s model,

blue, light blue Mustang.

Get out of the way. Get out of the way.

I can't see a damn thing.

Oh, sh*t.

-I don't have a beat on him.

-This is car 54, at bottom now.

The suspect is passing me now.

-He's headed into the wash.

-Stay with him now. Stay with him!

We're in the wash, heading west.

We're right on top of him.

I got him. I got him. Going ahead.

This is Tomkin.

This bastard's coming right at me.

Crazy son of a b*tch.

He just passed me. He's still at me.

-What happened?

-God damn it.

-All right. Who's got him?

-I'm on his tail.

He's still in the canyon, heading east.

I've got him. I've got him. He's heading...

Do not lose him.

He's pulling away.

The suspect is pulling away.

Somebody tell me you got him.

I don't got him. I'm losing him.

All right, I got him. I'm on him. I'm on him.

Heading southwest. Stay with me, boys.

We've got backup.

We're going right at you.

We're headed right at...

-We're gonna box him in.

-What the f***?

Do you have a visual?

Turned his goddamn lights off.

-Where'd he go?

-I lost him.

-Where the f*** is this guy?

-Anybody got a 20 on him?

-Anybody see him?

-Oh, f***!

Look out!

God damn it.

-How the f*** did you lose him?

-You said you had him.

-What the hell just happened?

-Don't give me that sh*t.

-What's going on out there, fellas?

-Anybody got him?

We were right on him.

All right, mister. You f***. I'll find you.

You killed my wife. You set me up.

I'll find you.

I will find you, and I will kill you,

wherever you are.

You didn't know that guy from somewhere,

did you?

He knew your name.

How'd he know your name?

Get away from him.

I never wanted to hurt you.

We're lost in the desert

in the middle of the f***ing night.

This guy is gonna die

if we don't get him help.

Thank you for the support.

-All the same.

-All? What's that supposed to mean, all?

Not the first impulse you've made

on this little drive?

No!

Hey, buddy. You've been in an accident.

We're getting you help.

-It's gonna be all right.

-What is this?

We found you on the side of the road.

-You've been in a bad accident.

-What the hell is this?

Just try to lie back down.

We'll be there soon.

Oh, God.

-Take it easy, pal. We're your friends.

-No, no. This isn't happening.

-We'll get you help.

-My wife... Stop the car.

Let me out. Let me out now. I gotta get out.

-Just take it easy. Come on.

-Stop the f***ing car!

We're trying to get you help here. Jesus.

-Hey.

-Where's the highway?

Where's the highway?

This is your wakeup call. At the tone...

Wake up, sleepy head.

That was your first mistake.

That was it right there. Did you feel that?

-What?

-The moment.

-What moment?

-The moment I've been looking for.

Ever since... Ever since I quit my job

and cleaned out my bank account,

hit the road, I've been waiting.

I've just been... No, longer than that.

When I was 16 years old,

I saw a girl on a train,

platinum-blond hair, beautiful.

All I wanted to do was take her away

to live with me for the rest of my life.

But you know what?

I couldn't even say hello.

I followed her out of the station.

She went one way and I went the other,

and ever since then I've been...

I've been waiting for...

Waiting.

Just goes to show you, you know?

Anything can happen.

-Anything.

-Anything.

Come on.

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