Kill for Me Page #2

to do with it.

I can't prove it, I just...

I just know.

I told the cops, but they

couldn't do anything about it.

The guy's sick.

He's obsessed.

I don't think he's ever gonna stop.

Mm, gotta go.

Get the f*** back here!

B*tch!

No! No!

No! No!

Get off of me!

Get off me!

He has a gun.

F*** you.

No! No!

The cops will never believe

it was self-defense.

Amanda.

Think about Natalie, okay?

The police did nothing.

We can do this.

Now help me.

Hey.

Don't worry.

No one's home.

Zoe's not home yet, so that's good.

It's over.

Never happened.

Say it.

Never happened.

Say it again.

It never happened.

Hi, um, I have some information

about a dead body.

On a farm.

Yeah, it might be that

missing girl, Natalie Ross.

Garret Jones?

You mind if we ask you

a few questions?

What's that over there?

I don't know.

- Detective!

- Excuse me.

All I can tell you is

a male between the ages of 20 and 28.

No teeth, no fingerprints.

His face is destroyed.

ID'ing this guy's gonna be a b*tch.

Anything else?

My guess, it could be a mob hit.

My property's 115 acres

with access to three different roads.

Anyone can drive in there, kick open a

gate and dump whatever the hell they want.

Just because a body's

found on my property

doesn't mean I had

anything to do with it.

Oh, we got your ax.

You got someone's ax.

You got my fingerprints on it?

No. And you know how I know?

Because it's not mine.

So if you have any evidence

linking me to this crime,

I'd love to hear it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

Found a set of tire tracks

out near where

the body was found.

Now, it doesn't

match your vehicle

or anything else

on your property.

Any idea whose vehicle

those tracks belong to?

Not a clue.

A local man

was taken in for questioning today

after human remains

were found on his farm.

Police were led to believe the body

was Natalie Ross,

the girl who mysteriously disappeared

four and a half months ago.

But police confirmed the body

was an unidentified male.

The death is being treated

as a homicide.

No charges have been laid.

Holy f***.

Hailey, we're in a lot of trouble.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

My dad dropped by

for a little visit.

Your dad?

What?

I called the cops.

What?

Wha...? You called the cops?

Why would...?

Why would you do that?

Are you f***ing crazy?

Sh*t!

Hailey, they can

identify the body

and trace it back to us.

Why would you do that?

Why?!

Because the son of a b*tch

killed my mom.

My dad used to beat the sh*t

out of my mom on a daily basis.

I grew up watching her

take it and take it.

The last few years

she had nothing left.

She was just

a f***ing zombie.

I woke up one morning

and she was dead.

Officially, it was a suicide,

but I know it was him.

And then he moved on to me.

I was lucky this time,

because he was sober.

And he's gonna get to drinking again

like he always does,

and he's gonna think

about what I tried to do to him

and it's gonna

screw in his brain,

and he's gonna come back

and he's gonna kill me.

There's a way

that we can fix everything.

We solve both of our problems.

We kill him.

What?

We can pin it on my dad so the cops

think my dad killed Cameron.

Okay? There's no trail

leading back to us.

I can't listen to this.

Look at what he did!

I killed for you,

now you kill for me.

You're sick.

# If I cut you with these scissors #

# And make it go away #

Can I stay here with you?

Of course.

What's going on?

# My timid hand shakes and waves #

# Oh, I notice things #

What happened?

# I wouldn't have days ago #

# The mind is hard to know ##

Well, what are we talking

about here? Trouble at school?

No.

Pregnant?

No.

Hmm. Are we talking

about something illegal?

Yes.

I got myself

involved in something

and I don't know how

to get myself out.

What are the chances

you get caught?

I don't... I don't know.

It's a little difficult

to give you advice.

All right, let me ask you this.

Have you learned from this mistake?

Yes. Yes, absolutely.

Show me one person out there

who hasn't done something illegal.

I suppose if it were me,

I'd do what I had to do

to get out of it

without getting caught,

and then I would never do it again.

We're just human beings.

You know, we make mistakes.

But we can learn from them.

We don't always need the law,

because we have

our guilt and our conscience,

and sometimes

that's more than enough.

It'll be okay.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

I'm so glad that you called.

There's something

that I have to tell you.

Hello?

Mark?

I think you should come home.

We need to talk.

What the f*** did you do?

Well, I think that's pretty obvious.

You didn't really

leave me much of a choice.

You're f***ing out of your mind.

Oh, you're f***ing crazy.

Holy sh*t. Where is he?

Calm down, he's fine.

Who you calling?

You calling the police?

Okay.

But remember

that I still have the ax,

and it has

your fingerprints all over it.

Officer, it's wasn't me.

Why would I kill him?

I mean, it's her ex-boyfriend.

I guess they got in a fight

and when he wasn't looking

she put an ax

in the back of his head.

Pop!

You f***ing b*tch!

Do it!

Aah!

Do it!

I don't wanna hurt Mark,

so don't make me hurt Mark.

F***, Amanda,

you're free.

I just want the same thing.

Help me and we both

get what we want.

I can't kill your dad.

It's Mark or my dad.

You're going to kill somebody.

He'll be at the bar

till they kick him out.

Give me that.

How do you know

that's enough?

Internet.

Apparently it's sweet.

It doesn't taste that bad.

Put that under the sink.

Who the f*** is that?

It's just someone turning around.

Happens all the time.

Okay, printer works,

lots of ink. We're set.

This is where Natalie worked.

Like clockwork.

She's not gonna go.

That's exactly what you'll do.

Only you're gonna

get in that truck.

I'm a murderer who can

no longer live with myself.

I'm a murderer who can

no longer live with myself.

That's what the note

should say.

Keep it short and sweet.

Print it off his computer,

get his fingerprints on it,

and after you're done, wipe everything down.

Don't touch anything.

Hey. Hey!

Remember, he's a crafty

son of a b*tch. He's f***ing smart.

You have to stay one step

ahead of him the entire time.

Look,

we can do this.

Okay, this is a good thing

that we're doing.

It may not seem like it now.

# You might've been

right I might've been wrong for you #

# A fallen angel's what you are #

# A fallen angel's what you are #

# You get around

You travel far #

What can I get you?

Um, can I get a beer, please?

Yeah, you bet.

# You played the game

Just like you said #

# Let me try to ease your scars #

# A fallen angel's what you are ##

Okay, so I sign here?

Great.

I didn't know

you were in tonight.

Uh, ahem, I switched with Marie.

I'll need you to get Mrs. Newlander

some Meloxicam, the 8-milligram tablets.

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