Happy Face Killer Page #5

and then take their body

far, far away.

Time and distance

is the main trick,

and if you get that right,

well, abra-cadabra!

Dez...

There's someone

here to see you.

Mr. Whitman.

Melinda Gand, FBI.

Can we talk privately?

Hey.

Dez, it's Keith.

What's up?

Not much.

How are you?

I'm kinda busy here.

Got any runs for me?

Uh, let me take a look,

and, I'll, uh,

call you right back.

Dez, if you get any runs,

I could really use one now.

All right?

Gotta go.

"Police continue to investigate

the brutal slayings of several young women..."

"...left his signature happy face drawn

in blood on his victims at crime scenes."

"Ongoing investigation..."

"Criminal psychologists describe

him as someone who..."

You didn't

answer the phone.

Diane, I...

I just got busy.

That's...

that's all it is.

It's not just that, honey.

You say

you're going away

for a certain

period of time

and you don't come back

when you say you will.

It's just,

I have all these

wedding plans to make

and decisions to make,

and you're never around.

And you don't answer

your phone.

You're right,

I'm sorry.

It's just, I'm forced to make

these decisions by myself,

and it's

stressing me out.

I need you

to be around.

And if you don't

answer your phone,

how can I ask you

about anything?

I said I'm sorry.

Okay?

I just got busy.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

The dispatcher

tells me what to do.

That's where I go.

I'm just trying

to make a living.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm so sorry.

Keith?

What?

What is it? Tell me?

Why don't you ever

tell me anything?

Don't be like that.

Don't be like what?

Let's start over.

I'm starving.

What's

in the fridge?

Nothing!

I think we should postpone

the wedding.

Why is it

that all women cause trouble?

You know what,

you don't want to see this.

Just got a call.

A woman named

Diane Loftin

is missing from

her job at a diner.

She's engaged

to Keith Jesperson.

I'm sorry, Diane.

Hey, Dez, it's Keith again.

I just want you to know,

if there are any runs,

I'm available.

Here's the plan,

when Jesperson calls

his dispatcher,

he'll be directed

to a location.

Myself, Sheriff Cotton,

agent Anselo,

and our team

will be there.

Timing is key.

Any questions?

These women mattered.

Let's bring him in.

Hey, Dez.

It's Keith.

Is anybody looking for me?

What are you talking about?

Like who?

You paranoid

or something?

What's your problem?

Nothing. Listen,

I just really could use

a run right now.

Find out where he is.

Tell him to stay put,

you'll call him with something.

Are you there, Dez?

Dez?

Of course, I'm here.

where do I ever go?

Stop messing with me!

All right, hold tight,

and I'll get right back to you.

Got it.

Call him.

Look, I know this is fun

and all, agent Gand,

but I'm not gonna

get killed, am I?

Call him and give him

this location.

Hey, Dez...

You're in luck.

"Klingman Industrial Warehouse"

for pickup.

What am I picking up?

Uh, three tons

galvanized steel,

six tons

of "I" beams.

Keith...

You want it or not, Keith?

Keith, you want it

or not?

What's the address?

Hi, John.

Well, it seems like

my luck has run out.

I'll never be able

to enjoy life

on the outside again.

I got into a bad situation

and my emotions

caught up with me.

I killed a woman in my truck

during an argument,

and with all the evidence

against me,

I guess I truly am

the black sheep of the family.

The court will

appoint me a lawyer

and there will be a trial

and I'm sure they'll kill me

for this.

Now...

I'm sorry that things

turned out this way.

I've been a killer

for some time.

I've killed eight people,

assaulted more.

I guess I...

haven't really

learned anything.

How you doing?

Just leave

the rig here.

We'll get the paperwork going.

Freeze!

Don't move!

Hands behind

your head,

Jesperson!

You're under arrest

for the murder of Diane Loftin.

I didn't kill her.

Yeah, you did.

Just like you killed

Sissy Peyton

and all the others.

You can't prove that.

I know you're

the Happy Face Killer.

That's ridiculous.

Get him out of here.

I really am sorry that we didn't

have any time together... alone.

Agent Gand?

Something to remember us by.

That's a big honor.

She guards those

with her life.

Thank you.

Thanks, Felicia.

You know what?

I would've made

a hell of a Mountie.

But, well, their loss.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, boy.

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