Evidence Page #4

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Ben, Ben,

please.

Please slow down.

You don't know what's out there.

What are you

waiting for? Huh?

I just...

I'm gonna need

some light.

Okay.

I'll figure it out.

Watch yourself.

Are you okay?

Just hurry up, please.

I need to find my tools

so I can pull those speakers.

Careful,

careful.

Wires.

Up here, up here.

- Yeah.

- Hurry.

- Sh*t.

- What, what?

There was a flare gun.

Why didn't you

say something?

I forgot.

Where is it?

(Crashing)

(Screaming) Oh,

my God! Oh, my God!

Who's out there?

Can we please go?

Please, let's just go.

- Wait here.

- Ben, please.

You don't know

who's out there.

(Rachel whimpering)

You wanna f*** with me?

(Screaming)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

(Shrieking)

Please, please,

please.

Vicki:
What happened?

- What?

- Ben's dead.

(Sobbing)

Where's leann?

Her and Tyler...

her and Tyler

leann. Leann!

Where is she?!

(Screaming

hysterically)

Stop that. She went

looking for you.

But they...

They didn't come back.

(Crashing sound)

My son turned ten

last week.

This was supposed to be

his birthday present.

When me and his dad

got divorced,

he had to choose

between us.

He chose his dad.

Yesterday,

I was right there,

at the front

of his house.

And I didn't have...

I didn't have balls

to walk up and give him

his present.

I should tell him...

How sorry I am.

How I love him.

And I'm so damn scared.

What are we

gonna do?

He's here.

What?

He's here.

Get the shot of him.

He's here.

(Shrieking)

Vicki:
Wait, wait.

No, not yet.

Not yet,

not yet.

Wait.

Okay, now. Now.

Leann, leann.

Oh, my God, oh, my God!

(Both sobbing)

I heard Tyler screaming,

and when I turned around, he was gone.

He was gone.

(Sobbing)

It's pretty beat up.

I don't know how much

longer it's gonna record for.

Do you really think filming

this matters anymore?

Of course it does.

He has to pay for what he did.

And what he's

going to do.

(Whispering)

I know why you're here.

What are

you doing?

Just sayin'

my piece.

Do you know

something?

If you know,

you better tell us.

Or what?

You gonna kill me?

You're completely

mad.

(Laughing)

You think stayin' here's

gonna change something.

Now who's crazy?

Where are you going?

Come back.

Shut the door!

Leann.

I can't see her anymore.

Where'd she go.

For God's sake, here, here.

Turn on the night...

maybe she's pregnant.

Leann:
Oh, my God,

I think I see something.

It looks like...

I think it's a flare gun.

Where? He just

dropped it there?

We could use it.

We have to go get it.

Are you insane? If we

go out there, we're dead.

What are we gonna do?

We can't just sit here.

She's right. We have

to do something.

- What if he has a gun? - If he had

a gun, he would have shot us already.

This is gonna even out the field.

We need to get this.

Okay, you really wanna

go out there

after what's happened

with Tyler?

Is that what

you wanna do? Hm?

We have

to get it.

- What then?

- I'll go.

Vicki, I don't think

this is a good idea.

My son will get

his present.

No, wait,

wait, wait.

Wait.

Take this,

for luck.

Quick. Shut the door,

shut the door.

Rachel:

Oh, there she is.

Okay.

Why is she moving so slowly?

Hurry up.

Oh, my God.

No. Vicki!

(Screaming)

Come on, leann. Run!

Leann, get out

of there, quick.

Leann!

Where is he?

Is he outside

the door?

- Leann.

- No, not yet.

Which door

is he at?

Where the f***

is he?

Hurry up.

I wish he'd

just do it.

Don't say that.

(Both women crying)

I'm scared.

I'm so f***ing scared.

(Loud banging)

Oh, my God! Quick.

Ben! You're alive.

I saw you. He grabbed you.

What happened?

He got me in the back.

He left me out there

to die.

Let me see.

Oh, my God!

F*** that guy.

I'm not dyin' today.

And I got these.

- What is that?

- From the speakers.

I can fix it now.

Red to red, green to green.

The emergency phone.

We can call for help.

We better be gettin' this.

We gotta go.

Hey, I'm checkin' footage

from Katrina's camera,

and, uh, you're gonna

wanna see this.

They found him.

Hotel manager in Hollywood

saw fleishman

on the news, said he's been

staying in room 315 for a week.

LAPD's sending grab team to pick him up now.

- Whose camera is this?

- Told you you'd wanna see it.

(Whispering)

I can't hear this.

You watching, pigs?

Yeah, you.

Bunch of pork,

scramblin' all over the desert,

tryin' to piece

this sh*t together.

Time to make

my dyin' wish,

and all that.

I don't want much.

Just wanna be with

the one that I love.

His name is Gerry.

Gerry fleishman.

You make sure

I'm in the same plot.

You bury me in

the same plot, you understand?

We had our ups and downs

like any couple,

but after he got

back from Iraq,

he was sick.

He was real sick.

I tried to reach him,

to help him,

but the old Gerry

was gone, just shut down.

On top of that,

the doctor told him

that he had cancer.

Said he was

gonna rot away

like some piece

of old fruit.

Gerald fleishman, LAPD.

Open the door.

Fleishman, LAPD.

Open the f***in' door.

It's like the reality stars

you see on TV.

There ain't no reason

for them to be famous,

but they are.

Break it down.

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Like God just reached down

and touched 'em.

Changed their whole lives

forever.

Well, he done the same

thing to my Gerry.

But it wasn't no touch.

It was a stomp.

Looks like God's got

his stompin' boots on again.

See ya soon, baby.

File's corrupted.

Whoa. Dude, how'd he

get the camera?

That's the guy.

There you are.

I've been waiting for you.

It's you.

(Phone ringing)

Stop it.

Burquez.

So we got a positive I.D.

On fleishman.

But I guarantee you,

this guy,

he didn't kill

anybody yesterday.

And why is that?

Because he's been

dead at least a week.

Apparent self-inflicted

gun wound into the mouth.

Did leave a note, though.

Says for Katrina,

take all of my money

out of the bank

and go to Vegas.

Says 'cause he's dead anyway,

she should have

the time of her life.

Anyway, I'll call you if

we get anything else.

So if it's not

fleishman,

uh, who is it?

It's him.

Play it.

- What was that about?

- Rewind it.

Reverse it

and play it again.

He knew

we'd be watching.

He's challenging us.

This whole thing

was planned.

The torch, the mask...

It's some sort of fantasy,

a ritual.

- Are you saying... - I'm saying

we're dealing with a serial killer.

- Smart, meticulous, this wasn't his first.

- It won't be his last.

How can he have

planned all this

- when the bus wreck was an accident?

- Unless he knew...

the driver mentioned a stop

outside of kidwell.

Could've buried

the fence wire.

Shuttle company said

it was a nonstop trip.

Then why go down the road

in the first place?

Driver. Get me his file. I want

everything we can find on this guy now.

Play back

the girl's camera.

Quick.

Ben, are you sure

you're okay?

Told you, I'm fine.

I can't believe

you're still alive.

I can't believe

he left you out there.

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