Highwaymen

Sure I can't give you a ride home?

Thanks, Boone.

Alex is picking me up.

But it's nice of you to ask.

Well, it's late, it's cold.

You think it's a good idea.

to wait here alone?

I could wait with you.

I'll be fine.

Good night, Molly.

Good night, Boone.

Hey, Alex. Thanks.

No problem.

Alex? Take it slow tonight?

Why?

I don't know. It's late.

I'm not as alert as I'd like to be.

You're a passenger.

How alert do you have to be?

What's he doing?

Winking.

He's getting over.

Alex!

Are you all right?

Sh*t.

Molly?

Molly, are you all right?

Yeah.

Stay here. I'll go get help.

Stop! I need help!

No! Oh, please!

Alex!

Get back here!

Possible hit and run. Multiple...

Officer on scene not involved.

Requesting supervisor.

Hold it! Hold it right there.

Tunnel's closed.

This is an emergency lane.

Will Macklin. Traffic investigator.

T.I. coming through!

Work fast, guys.

Keep going. Come on, good job.

You're good. Go ahead.

Jimmy.

Will.

What happened?

We got a mess.

You remember how it was.

Great to be

young and stupid on a

Saturday night.

We got three vehicles,

four bodies.

Nothing ticking but their watches.

White female, early 20's.

Talk about a hard-on.

You got a filthy mind, Jimmy.

You ought to transfer to Vice.

Horse trailer must've gone in first.

That's why the animal's here.

First on the scene was

that guy there with the dogs.

But he didn't call it in.

Who did?

Wouldn't leave his name.

Came in on channel nine.

Nine? A CB?

People still use them?

This look like a souvenir shop?

Hey! Hey, we got a survivor here!

Hey! Up here!

Let's go!

Come in.

Molly?

Will Macklin,

state traffic investigator.

She's already said

everything she has to say.

Not to me.

It's okay.

I'll be right outside.

Please, sit.

You must feel that we

don't do our job very well.

For something like this

to happen to you. Twice.

This isn't the same.

No, of course not.

The other was worse, I'd guess.

Losing your family like that.

I've seen it take down grown men.

You must've been a tough

little girl.

I was just wondering...

What?

If it wouldn't skew what you saw.

Shade your thinking a little.

It shades my life.

So it's conceivable

you got things wrong?

He saw her. He toyed with her.

He killed her,

and then he came after me.

Don't suppose you know anything

about skid marks?

No.

Rubber on asphalt is like

ink on paper.

Tires may not know how to spell...

but the marks they leave

are a language just the same.

And what do they say?

There were a lot of people in that

tunnel trying to avoid one another.

One guy doing just the opposite.

It almost sounds like

you believe me.

What are you going to do about it?

Molly...

I'm not a homicide detective.

I don't even carry a gun.

Just a measuring tape and a pencil.

I've never made an arrest

in my life. Never shot anyone.

You said the vehicle was big,

American maybe...

old, possibly green.

What else can you tell me about it?

Filthy.

Okay. Let me start

by confessing...

that I've never actually

been in an accident.

But I know what you're thinking,

feeling.

You're saying to yourself,

"Why me?"

Yes, well, it didn't just

happen to you.

In America, 300 of us are

seriously

injured in a motor vehicle

accident... every hour.

That's over 8,000 of us a day.

That's over three million a year.

The person next to you,

take their hand.

Take it. Go on, take it.

That's it.

I want you to do something for me.

I want you to say...

I am not alone.

Say it with me.

I am not alone.

Good. Again.

I am not alone.

What happened to me

happened once.

Pardon?

Not 8,000 times a day. One time.

I understand what you're feeling.

Excuse me.

See? That's what happens

when we put up the barricades.

I am not alone.

I am not alone.

Sorry.

About what?

About whatever brought you here.

How did yours happen?

Hit-and-run.

Me, too.

Did they catch the person?

No, they didn't.

I have to be somewhere.

Can I give you a ride?

Somebody's meeting me.

What about later?

It's kind of a bad time.

I didn't say we'd enjoy ourselves.

You promise?

We'll be pitiful.

I'll be back next week,

and if you're here then, we'll see.

It wasn't an accident, Molly.

He knew what he was doing.

What are you talking about?

He drives a 1972

Cadillac Eldorado.

Pepper green.

I believe you know the car.

If you know something about

what happened to me.

Take it to the police.

They can't help us.

You don't think I've

tried that before? No police.

Did he take something of yours?

What do you mean?

Are you missing something?

Something to remember you by?

He always takes a souvenir.

He took my picture.

If I can find you, so can he.

He's coming back, Molly.

You're his only mistake.

Eleven o'clock. Orchestra Hall.

I think you and I had better talk.

Son of a b*tch!

Damn!

Traffic unit 4-8.

I've got a pursuit,

could use some backup.

Identify yourself.

Macklin.

Who?

Will Macklin. Traffic Investigation.

Sh*t!

Never mind.

The tunnel's coming up.

Maybe we should go around.

Let's go around.

Thanks, Boone.

Boone, can you move?

Hold it!

Come on!

Grab my hand!

Look at me! Now!

Cray...

you want another shot at me?

Have the girl out here

tomorrow night.

It's simple.

I want her, you want me.

Use her.

We'll be here.

Very good.

Another 100,000 miles of this,

and you'll be

just like me.

Let me out.

I have to help my friend.

Molly, your friend's dead.

And like I said before, no police.

Any sign of the girl?

Nada.

The guy in the Barracuda?

Well, his plates were stolen

three weeks ago in Indiana, and...

What?

He's missing a door.

Please.

What do you want with me?

You're not seriously considering

going back out there?

Not considering. We'll be there.

No, we won't!

I am not getting back in that car.

What happened to you?

He killed someone close to you,

didn't he?

Who did he run down?

Stop!

Am I going to die?

My wife.

He ran over my wife.

He always takes a souvenir.

He convinced them

it was an accident.

That she was standing in the road.

That he ran because

I went after him.

I did three years.

And he spent the next

They rebuilt him from

the ground up.

Then one day his bed was empty.

A month later, I got the first

of I don't know how many letters.

Press clippings of his accidents.

From all over the map.

Totally random.

Just like yours.

Most of them recent.

Most?

He'd been doing this for a while.

There've been nine women.

Three before Olivia.

Why didn't you tell the police?

I did.

But they're just hit-and-runs

to the police.

And usually a thousand miles

apart.

They don't have the imagination

to link them to one man.

Did you mean to hit him?

I didn't know much

about driving back then.

You know it's basic

obstacle avoidance.

You're not supposed to look at the

thing you're trying to avoid.

Or you'll drive right into it.

All I know is...

I was looking at him.

That door get over here yet?

Door?

Oh, yeah. You mean the '68, sure.

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