Deadly Sanctuary Page #8

Oh, my God!

Claudia testified on his behalf,

only her name was not Claudia.

It was Rochelle,

and she looked different.

- Where is Charles incarcerated?

- He isn't.

Got out on good behavior

three years ago,

and no one's seen hide

nor hair of him since.

You're right, Mike.

I totally owe you a drink.

[typing]

Oh, my God! Price is Sheffield!

[ring tone]

- Hello?

- Grab your camera.

Hightail about two miles up

Lost Canyon from where you live.

A young guy found a body

up there. A girl.

Yeah, now. Yeah.

[clears throat]

Front page.

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicks]

[gasps]

Makes you sick the first time

you see something like this.

I just picked up this girl

hitchhiking a few weeks ago.

What the hell are you doing,

Miss O'Dell?

This is a crime scene

on private property.

You probably already destroyed evidence.

Yeah, isn't that more

your department, Sheriff?

- Duane.

- Yes, sir.

Come here.

What exactly are you insinuating?

Hey, did you ever find those two

supposedly misfiled

toxicology reports

on the two dead girls?

Because, you know,

this is the third dead girl

found in the desert in two years,

and I'm starting to think

that maybe there's

some kind of connection.

And you know what?

I think that someone before me,

also was starting to connect the dots.

Really?

There's three murdered girls?

That's for the medical examiner

to decide.

Yeah, this girl shot herself

in the back.

- Hey, you can't do that.

- Yes, I can,

and I did.

Okay?

Critical evidence

taken from a crime scene

from an uncooperative witness.

[grunts]

Oh. Look what happened there.

You should be more careful.

Do we understand each other now?

Better than you think.

I know, Yolanda, but it's the only way

that I can get past

the guard and the dogs.

[sighs]

Look, I was able to get what I need.

Were you able to get

the uniform from your cousin?

Yeah, it might be dicey.

It might be really dicey, but I mean,

don't you want me to find out

what happened to John?

Okay. What time does the van get there?

Okay, all right.

Yes, it will work.

I just need you to distract them

for a minute. Okay?

And listen, if you haven't heard from me

by 8:
00 tomorrow morning,

I need you to call Tugg

and tell him where I went.

Okay.

- [dog growling]

- [gasps]

Holy crap!

I was right!

I found you.

[gasps]

Mujer estupida!

Go!

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

Habla Ingls, baby?

No? That's too bad.

Fortunately, I know

lots of dirty words in Spanish.

[chuckles]

You're very pretty.

Little long in the tooth for my liking,

- but you'll do just fine.

- No!

No!

[grunting]

Now, now, now. Calm down.

- [shrieks]

- You're a feisty one too, huh?

- I like that.

- [whimpers]

You like that hair pulled, b*tch?

- What the... What the hell?

- Get off me!

- You!

- Get off me! Get off me!

Charles! Must you screw the help too?

Not exactly the help, huh, sis?

Take a better look.

- You!

- That's right, Rochelle.

And I know who you are, and I

know what you guys are doing.

And so does my editor.

You idiot, Charles!

You damn uncontrollable pervert!

I should've had you neutered years ago.

I told you letting those girls

escape would be our downfall.

- But, Sissy, I...

- Shut up!

Help me get her in the cellar

and let's get the chloroform!

No. No! No!

CHARLES:
It's time

for the chloroform game.

- Playing the chloroform game.

- No! No!

You fool.

Had to find out what happened

to John Dexter, did you?

[laughing]

Oh, you'll be joining him soon.

Idiot. I should kill you too.

Come on. Let's go.

I'll be back for you later, baby.

- [kissing noises]

- Get moving! Jesus!

Coming. I'm coming.

[Kendall panting]

[gasps]

Oh, God!

Oh, come on.

[banging]

- [board rattling]

- Oh, come on.

But, Sissy, he said

he'd be here any minute,

and-and-and not to harm her.

I don't care what he said.

Do it!

All right, I'm going, I'm going.

She's gone!

ROCHELLE:
You must've left

the door unlocked!

I'm calling Roy. She can't

have gone far. Find her!

Hey. Hey.

Oh, my God.

Disappointed is an understatement.

- Take it easy.

- Eric?

Things could have been

so different between us.

- Come on.

- What are you doing here?

- Come on.

- Mr. Richardson?

Dr. Price says I'm due any day now.

Can we talk about my money?

Yeah, not now.

You'll get your money.

All right, go sit down.

Come on.

Nice and easy.

It'll be okay. Come on.

[wind whistling]

Um, Tugg?

- Mm-hmm?

- I'm sorry to bother you,

but Yolanda Reyes is here to see you.

I'm busy.

She says it's about Kendall.

[shrieking]

You're never gonna get away with this!

- Shut up!

- You killed John Dexter!

Desert Harbor Shelter is

your sick little breeding farm!

You're a sick bastard!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Shut up!

- [gasps]

Is that why you killed

those girls in the desert,

because they couldn't conceive?

I killed them.

- I killed John Dexter too.

- No!

I'm going to kill you too.

And you.

She means nothing to me,

Rochelle. I'll kill her myself.

Then you and I,

we can escape to the Caymans,

just like we planned, and get married.

We have a lot of money there.

Lying bastard!

I shouldn't have listened to you!

[sobbing]

Everything is ruined!

[sobs, laughs]

You look just like

that other whore with red hair

I had to kill.

You?

You killed her?

Stephanie was not a whore, Rochelle!

Did you really think I'd stand by

and let you screw your little

playmate under my nose?

Aaah!

I... You saw what happened, right?

She wa... She was crazy.

I... It was self-defense.

- Come on. Come on.

- No.

You're my ticket out of here.

Come on.

- Come on!

- No!

No!

Help! Help! Help!

- No! No! No!

- Come on.

No. No. Please.

Please don't hurt me! No! No!

- Get...

- No. No.

Come on!

You ruined everything.

Good! Now let go of me!

Get out of the truck.

Get out of the truck.

Help me, please.

I change tire for you, Seor Richardson?

- Uh! No!

- Get in!

- Move!

- KENDALL:
Please.

But, Seor...

KENDALL:
Selling babies?

What kind of monster are you?

Get to the house. Hurry.

Go, go, go, go!

You're never gonna get away

with this, do you know that?

- Let me out!

- Shut up! Shut up!

ERIC:

Don't make me have to kill you.

Ah!

Have you ever been to a rodeo,

Mr. Richardson?

'Cause you're about to be in one.

- Come on!

- [screams]

[mooing]

- [gunshot]

- Let her go, Heisler!

You stay back!

I swear I'll kill her!

Come on! It's over!

The sheriff's on his way here!

Good. He works for me.

I could use his help.

- Roy's in on it!

- Shut up!

- No!

- [grunts] Aaah!

- No!

- [Eric screams]

[grunts]

No!

- You hurt?

- No, I'm not hurt.

- Y'all okay?

- I need your horse.

Stop it! Let me...

[grunting]

- ERIC:
Aaah!

- Not so tough now, are you?

[spits] Sh...

You're lower than a snake.

Here. Tie him up

and throw him in the truck.

All right, don't be shy. Ahh.

All right, guys, a toast.

To the best investigative

reporter I ever met.

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