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article not long ago,

local legends and lore&

The Bayou Butcher.

Yeah, I saw you on

"Montel".

Oh, you saw that.

Yeah, well, you know,

not my best career move.

Been trawling county websites

ever since but you know-

I just-I had a belief

and I have a passion

and it's kinda made me a

national journalism joke.

And one minute

you're on national TV,

What the f*** do you

want from me?

Well, I don't wanna

waste your time.

I can see you're busy.

I just wanted to,

you know, interview you

about what happened,

find out what you saw.

Listen, I can help you.

that the ghost of Victor

Crowley actually exists,

that would help me a lot.

So you want me to

help you, right?

- Right?

- Yeah, that's right.

I mean, right now you're

looking at a lifetime in jail.

I might be the best chance

and the best friend you've got.

No offense,

but f*** you.

I wanna f***ing lawyer,

not blogger.

I gave you your

two minutes.

Now, you just listen to me.

We're gonna run

through this again,

Marybeth Dunston,

daughter of Samson Dunston,

washed up local drunk,

who if he's even got

enough education

to sign off on your death

penalty acceptance

would have to be poured out

of a local bar to do it.

And let's not forget

your brother Ainsley.

How many dozen

DUl he got?

Oh, and those three months

community service

for defacing a church?

Look, I know you

didn't do this

but you're gonna

go down for it

'cause you're

po' white trash.

You know what they do

with po' white trash

who are convicted on

a capital charge?

The state of Louisiana

will execute you.

So you go ahead

and you sit in here.

You can bark at me

like a big dog in a cage,

you can either help me prove

Victor Crowley exists

or you can wait for

the lethal injection

that's gonna end your

miserable life.

Do it.

your pappy ain't been

here to see you.

Must be happy hour

somewhere.

Maybe he'll show up

after he's panhandled

enough pocket change

for a Pabst.

My father is dead.

Victor Crowley killed him.

Please,

tell me what happened.

I know I can help you.

Fine.

I'll wait.

Son-of-a-b*tch,

where the hell

are the other guys?

Oh, sh*t.

Where the f*** did

this rain come from?

Randy.

- One, two, three.

- Holy sh*t.

What'd you guys

bring me a giant?

Yeah, it's, uh,

hard to tell.

This poor bastard

was lying on top of

the biggest chainsaw I've

ever seen in my life.

and his body is in a lot

of different pieces.

Jesus.

I thought you might wanna

take a look at this one

The guy looks like he had

all kinds of muscular

and skin deformities&

and he was only

wearing overalls.

Get the f*** out.

I know, right?

Anyway, looks like this

one in particular might be,

I don't know, crucial

component in all of this.

Wait a minute.

You don't think, uh&

I'm not saying sh*t,

all right?

All I'm saying

is that you might wanna

drop whatever you're doing

and check this one

over first.

Awesome.

Gonna be f***ing creepy

but awesome.

Let's go.

Come on, big man,

we got a date.

Oh, oh.

Okay, here we go.

One, two, three.

Dude, I'm telling

you this may be-

I have seen some

crazy sh*t, man.

I was working on

an Asian male,

head severed off,

uh, leg cut off

below the knee.

I'm telling you, man.

Look kind of like you,

man.

Oh, what,

because I'm Asian?

No, dude,

because you were-

Oh, yeah, I-I get it.

We all look the same,

right?

Ha-ha-ha.

It's hilarious.

A**hole.

Oh, f*** that.

He was shredded to pieces.

There was nothing left to

possibly get back up again.

I mean, taking his

head off wasn't enough,

dismembering him was.

I got away.

Now what time was this?

This morning.

I don't know.

Reverend Zombie thought

that by letting

Crowley kill the

three people that were

responsible for his death

somehow the curse

will be lifted

and I don't know he

would just go away.

It was all bullshit.

when I interviewed a

voodoo priestess,

and she was a real

voodoo priestess-

Oh, she was real voodoo

priestess, of course.

I know it sounds crazy

but if anything should

be a believer,

I would imagine

that would be you.

According to legend,

Victor Crowley is cursed

as a repeater.

Each night he has to

return exactly as he was

when he died.

He has to relive the

night of his death

in an endless cycle

over and over again.

You can't kill him.

He's already dead.

It's kinda sad really.

I sawed his body

into little pieces.

I'm pretty sure he's dead.

keep him from returning

again and again

in his original form.

He's dead.

He's not.

Any sign of the sheriff yet?

Nothing yet.

All right, well, he should

be here soon, all right?

I'm on channel six

when you see him.

Hey.

Any more bodies?

Oh, man.

It's hard to tell.

It looks like we got a whole

area down there by the cabin,

the whole crime

scene over there

a whole mess of bodies

even more in the east.

My call,

I think the victims

were in two separate groups.

Hell, they probably didn't

even see each other down there.

Coming each way in

different directions.

Oh, man, how the hell do

you deal with that smell?

It takes a couple of years

but you do get used it.

Another day

on the job for me.

You know,

close the door, man.

I'll be on six.

Randy?

Freeze!

Don't move!

Sh*t!

What?

Hamilton?

Get off of me,

right now, dammit!

Somebody help!

Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t.

Help. Help!

Hamilton!

Hamilton,

do-do you read?

Sheriff?

Lou, are you there?

I heard it. I'm making

a call to the state.

Bring everyone and

everything I can bring with me.

We should be out

there in less than 30.

You still think he's dead?

I killed him!

You didn't

but I know how.

How?

His father endlessly

night after night.

he can finally find

peace and pass on-

Thomas Crowley has

been dead for years.

but first I need to know that

you're gonna help me out.

I already told you

everything that I know.

You are the only living

relative of Samson Dunston,

the man who caused

all of this.

You are the only one

who can end it.

That means you are the only

one who can make it stop.

You heard what

I heard on the radio!

How many more people have

to die before this is over?

I can't.

You can.

We're going for a ride.

Oh, hell, no.

we have a report of

a man down at

Honey Island Swamp.

No response from fire,

paramedics on site.

I need all available

units to Honey Island.

All available units

to the swamp.

Elliot, you have to help me

because if you don't,

everybody in that

swamp is gonna die.

You open that door.

Look out, look out!

Open it!

Oh!

All right, cover-cover me!

Now!

All right, here's

what we know now.

A group of Jefferson Parish PD,

paramedic and fire

respond to a report of

a multiple homicide

There are 12 people

all of whom are now MIA.

We have one suspect

in custody

and our last contact was

about 45-45 minutes ago

but we did receive

distress calls

of an unknown attacker

and multiple men down.

So, who's left?

We're not exactly sure.

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