I Am Not a Serial Killer Page #3

Good morning, Mrs. crowley.

-John?

-Um..

Hi, uh, the snow.

I thought I'd..

-Well, that would be

very nice. Thank you.

-Sure thing.

- Ah, it's a beautiful

day, John.

Makes you glad to be alive.

-Here you go, John.

Hot chocolate, your favorite.

-Thank you.

-Every single time.

Where are they?

-Your forehead, dear.

-Takes the lungs..

...takes the kidney..

...took an arm.

What next?

-Uh..

-Okay.

-Yeah.

- We begin with

tonight's top story

the FBI has confirmed

a positive DNA match

between that of

the Clayton county murders

and Emmet t. Openshaw

the Arizona man

who disappeared in 1971.

Details are coming in, and

the investigation is ongoing.

-That is some little woman

you got there, bill.

-Oh, yeah.

- Oh, by the way she had

to go powder her nose.

Oh, hey, I hope you don't mind

if I, uh

take her for another spin.

-Oh, no, no, no.

-I got some energy left.

-Good.

-Well, here's to ya.

Oop, there's Kay.

You don't mind, huh?

Take care now.

- Uh..

Ah!

-Thank you.

Hey..

Eat you own plate.

- John?

-I can't believe

you followed me.

-I can't believe you were

having dinner with my therapist.

-Don't be silly, John.

Grant and I meet sometimes

to discuss your progress

a progress I am failing

to appreciate right now.

-Did I interrupt a date?

Is that even ethical?

-It's, it's just

the first right up ahead.

Thanks, April.

Actually John's doing okay.

-He is?

-I am?

-Sure, tonight for example you

were concerned for your mother

with a killer in town.

-You really believe

that I followed mom

because I was worried for her?

-You may be lacking

in empathy, John

but you should recognize a life

line when it's thrown at you.

-Hi, John.

Hi, John!

-Hey.

-Extra work?

-Oh, it's,

it's just a project.

-Serial killers...Fairies..

...witchcraft...Folktales.

That's an

interesting combination.

Need any help?

-No, I'm, I'm fine.

-Okay.

- Pretty good job,

if I do say so myself.

Hey, Tommy, you look

downright dangerous.

-Thanks. Goodnight, Greg.

- Alright.

Okay, bill.

You're up next.

Let's go.

Oh, boy.

Too much dancing

the other night, huh?

Yeah, well,

we'll...Get you looking

real good for the next time

out, okay?

You need a crane there?

So.. Boy, it's been

a while, hasn't it?

You -- you -- you want

something fancy today?

-Let's do the...Usual.

-The usual?

Alright. Hang tight.

These things have to be

done delicately.

Oh, Jesus.

Uh, hang on a second,

I'll -- I'll get a..

I gotta get another

scissors here.

I'll be right back, alright.

Won't be a moment.

-F***.

- Police department.

-Well, I guess we better

take a look around.

-Oh, no, uh..

They didn't come through here.

- Tom, check this out.

There's something in here.

-Uh..

Yes, my dear.

Flour?

Uh, whole.. Whole grain?

Oh, good.

Yes, I'll, uh..

I love you too.

- This is Ted rath coming to

you live from Clayton county

where as you can see

tempers are flaring dangerously.

We are at the home

of local barber Greg Olson.

Olson was the owner

of the premises

where the two policemen were

found dead earlier this week

sparking this outrage.

Let's see if we can get a word

from one of these

concerned citizens.

Excuse me, sir, sir, sir!

What to do you hope

to accomplish with this?

-Uh, well, as you can see,

people are angry

and -- and -- and things

are getting out of hand.

-What is your name, sir?

-Um, Roger Bowen,

uh, this is my son, Max.

This is his bat.

He left it at school.

Uh, listen,

people are upset and, uh

we should really..

Calm down, everybody!

This is no way

to handle this situation.

-Thank you all for coming.

I think everybody here

is concerned

about the safety of our streets.

We have got to stick together.

There is a killer in our town.

I look at all these faces

and I..

I don't want to lose

a single one of you.

Beverly made some bars,

and some coffee.

It's on the table.

Help yourself, folks.

And...Take care of each other.

Help yourself.

-How's bill?

-Oh, I'm worried about him.

He's not feeling well.

And he's so, oh,

down in the dumps.

Uh, he can get that way.

It's a winter thing.

But he hasn't been

out of the house in over a week.

-He hasn't been out at all?

-Oh, hi, John. No.

It's almost like he's afraid.

I think he's worried

about slipping on the ice

or something.

John? Why don't you

go see him? He'd like that.

-Hi, John.

-Hey, Brooke.

-You want some juice

or hot chocolate?

-His stomach is bothering him.

Do you think I could get him

to go to the doctor?

-Or you could try this one.

Mixture of rat poisoning

and metal filings.

-Oh, thank you.

- Good to see you there.

"On what wings dare he aspire?"

-What?

-"What the hand..

...dare seize the fire?"

Just a poem.

"Tyger, tyger burning bright

"in the forests of the night

"what immortal hand or eye

could frame thy

fearful symmetry?"

The poet..

...is asking the tiger

who made him and how.

William Blake.

He wrote two poems like that.

"The lamb" and "the tyger."

One who was made

of sweetness and love

and one was forged

from terror and death.

"When the stars

threw down their Spears

"and watered heaven

with their tears.

"Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made

the lamb make thee?"

-Hi, Mr. crowley.

Hi, how are you?

How are you?

How's your leg?

Can I kill you?

- And how is school?

-It's fine.

Everybody's afraid

but...That's pretty normal.

-And are you afraid?

-No.

Fear is a really weird thing.

You know, people are,

people are afraid of things

but they're never afraid

of their own actions.

Well, it's -- it's like

that woman right there.

You know, she,

she could be afraid

of getting hit by a car.

But she isn't afraid of crossing

the street, you know?

She's done it before.

It should be pretty easy.

She just waits until

she can't see any cars

and cross out

carefully onto the ice.

She's gonna do everything

she can to keep herself safe.

And there, there she goes.

She's fine.

She made it.

-He refuses

to go to the doctor.

-Oh, stop it woman.

I'll be alright.

Alright.

Lower the seat and the cover.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that's better.

You've been a big help

to me and Kay this winter, John.

Seems like a dying thing.

Neighbors helping neighbors.

- Alright, I've got you.

I've got you.

-Oh. Ah.

I worry about her, John.

I can't leave her here alone.

I can't face that.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Anything else in the car?

- Ah, just the salad

but Lauren's bringing that up.

-She's really here?

How'd you do it?

I invited her,

like, five times

couldn't get a yes out of her.

-We had a really

good talk last night.

And I think

her boyfriend dumped her.

-Oh.

Quick, we're not set for four

run down and get another chair

for the table

and I will set another plate.

Margaret, you're wonderful.

-I know.

What would you do without me?

John?

Chair, downstairs,

bring up now.

-Hey, John.

Hey, is she in a good mood?

-She's probably slaughtering

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