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and asking itself,

who is the "Happy Face Killer?"

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 ass 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 Killer.

Darlin', do I look like

the Happy Face Killer?

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 assault 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 abusive behavior

toward animals

is one of the first symptoms

that you're on the road

to becoming a serial killer,

or a murderer.

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 killing an animal

and killing a human being.

I mean, you get to the point

where killing something

is nothing.

Let's face it,

being alive

is what kicks your ass.

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 shoot 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 killed 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 assault her,

tried to kill 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 whore in court?

Good luck.

You recognize this?

No.

It's a letter

that you sent to me, Keith,

signed by the Happy Face Killer.

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 killer

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

torture 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 killing 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,

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