Highwaymen Page #2

Check this out.

"For use in supervised

acceleration trials.

Not intended for highway use."

Barracuda. Super stock

Only about 50, 60 ever shipped.

The body's been acid-dipped,

but wait...

check this out.

There's no sound deadener.

Not what you call street legal,

but if you put her on a

drag strip...

she'll lay down some

serious rubber.

I'd love to get my hands

on the rest of her.

Yeah, so would I.

Something else.

Look at the tiny magnet on that

thing. It's designed for voice only.

Scanner, two-way radio, CB,

stuff like that.

That mean something to you?

Maybe. Someone I'm looking for

uses a CB.

Well, congratulations.

You've arrested his door.

Wally, can you hook me up with

a CB?

I got a nice 40-channel number,

single

sideband, voice lock,

dynamic squelch.

How's that grab you?

If that's a CB, I'll take it.

You've done this before.

A long time ago.

You're a doctor?

It's just what I was.

Here's a...

a shirt...

and...

some other things,

if you need them.

Thank you.

Could you turn around?

So what was he before all of this?

Insurance. He worked out of

a little bungalow in Oakland.

Mostly automobile coverage.

Dealing with smash-ups all day.

Could be where he picked up a taste for it.

Definitely where he learned

how to get away with it.

It happened to you, too.

A car did that.

When you were a kid.

Who was driving,

your mom or your dad?

Dad.

Did he make it?

What about your mom?

I can't drive because of it.

Can't get over the fear.

I'll screw up

and make another little girl

an orphan.

We have a lot in common,

you and me.

I can't go out there again.

He disappears for three,

four months at time.

I'd have to start over again.

I can't do it.

He'd be across the country

now if it weren't for you.

He killed two of your friends.

Without so much as getting

a speeding ticket.

I know what he did.

Then help me.

I can't.

There's something

I can't do either.

I can't let you go.

Will?

I'm here.

There are only 25

Hemi Barracudas still registered.

One model, matching description.

Owner of record...

Cray Renford James. Did three years

for aggravated assault.

Guess what he used for a weapon.

His car.

Cray?

Are you there?

I was thinking of heading

out west after this one.

Try our luck on one

of the superslabs.

The I-10, maybe the 70.

Past all those Pizza Huts,

all those chain cities.

And all those girls.

You know...

she takes a pretty good picture,

our Molly.

I wonder if she's thinking of me

as much as I'm thinking of her.

You should let me finish her,

Cray.

You know I'm going to.

Sooner... later.

With you... without you.

You know what the headshrinkers

call this?

Exposure therapy.

I know.

When the body does something

it doesn't want to do...

It tightens up.

You lose feeling

in your hands, your legs.

You can't steer.

You can't shift.

Turn the key.

Is that him?

No. His headlights are

like his eyes.

Only one works.

His body is his car.

Stop his car, stop him.

All we have to do is hustle

the slug right out of his shell.

What?

I'm not sure.

Listen.

Do you have her? Is she with you?

Yeah, she's here.

He's coming.

Delta D-Code...

Sh*t! Goddamn!

Running!

Renford James Cray!

Kill the engine.

Listen carefully, because I only

have time to say this once.

The fellow you're after drives

a '72 Cadillac Eldorado.

He's got a two-minute head start.

Step out of my way,

I make that time up, no problem.

Turn it off.

Three-minute head start!

I said turn it off! The only way

I'll find out what's going on...

...is to keep one of you

off the road... Move!

...long enough to fill me in.

Cray, pick up.

Pick up.

I know you're there.

Is she still alive?

I'm not sure.

Just tell me.

Let me check.

No! Rennie! Help...

Fargo!

Fargo.

Would someone please tell me

what the f*** is going on?

Yeah. First help me find

a radiator.

Shoot.

Do you have any idea where we're

going, or are you just driving?

Been tracking him for two years.

Yeah, I have some idea.

You're just driving.

He prefers major highways,

because he likes the speed.

With fall coming.

He'll stick pretty much

to the western, southwestern states.

He has a sixth sense for

hick towns with speed traps.

And manages to avoid them.

He loves tunnels and

drive-through restaurants.

He hates drawbridges, will go

miles out of his way to avoid one.

He used to stop for repairs.

But he's gotten good at taking care

of that himself.

He can patch a punctured lung

just as easily as a flat tire.

Why does he do it?

He just does it.

Isn't that enough?

No, man. If I'm supposed to help,

I need to know more.

His father had a little

auto insurance business.

He used to show his kid wreck

photos.

Bodies, smashed faces,

decapitations.

Kid collected them. Then he went to

work for his father.

Pretty soon that wasn't enough.

He started creating his own pictures

with the accidents he caused.

But why Molly?

How does he choose these women?

It's completely random.

He drives for hours playing

different

scenarios in his head until

he has to act.

Then he just looks for an opportunity.

You know, an empty highway...

or a woman by herself.

So a killer who leaves

no fingerprints, no DNA.

And he drives off in the

murder weapon.

And only you know about it.

And you.

Have you ever seen him?

Up close, I mean.

Twice.

Last night, and five years ago.

The day he killed my wife.

He looked exactly like what

he was.

A middle-aged insurance

salesman...

that no one would

pay attention to.

Ordinary face.

Forgettable.

Except you can't forget it.

Let me tell you something.

Outside that Caddy he is nothing.

Separate the mind

from the machine and...

And what?

We can go home.

What?

Not sure. Something.

GARAGE:

It's morphine sulfate.

She's alive.

I don't understand,

how can you tell?

That's what he's telling us.

He's also telling us

where he's taking her.

Where?

About 400 miles or so.

Across a couple of states.

It's where he's going to kill her.

You know where we are?

I got it for a good price.

Insurance money.

You know what that is?

There's a lot of me

still in that car.

If you look close,

you can see bone.

Check the glove box.

Pictures.

This your wife?

Keep looking.

There. That one.

It was taken the day

he killed her.

For revenge,

he's going to do it again.

One thing about me

Fargo's always depended on.

What's that?

I come alone.

He'll be expecting me.

Won't be expecting you.

Is there a REACT unit

monitoring this channel?

This is a police emergency.

I'm at a motel somewhere

near the state line.

Towers Motel.

Anyone. Anyo...

I need to be sure of something.

You've been on this

highway a long time.

And that can change a man.

I need to be sure when the time

comes you can change back.

What are you asking?

We're here to save a life,

not commit homicide.

Right?

MOTEL OFFICE:

Right there is good!

I said there!

Go. Go!

Who are you supposed to be?

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