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Don't let her get to him!

Get her away from him!

Get her away from him!

Bring her back here.

You f***ing whore!

Who do you think you are?

Leave Scotty alone.

- Sorry.

- You'll get what you deserve.

Everything you deserve,

you f***ing whore.

My boyfriend, Jess... I thought...

I think he's hurt and I thought...

You thought?

You thought you were free?

Free to do as you please.

Free to sin as you please.

- Let me tell you, missy...

- You whore!

...the Lord sees all.

- You f***ing whore!

- He see your filthy, disgusting ways.

- You whore!

- You whore!

- And he sent his angels.

His angel of punishment

to exact his vengeance.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!

Read your Bible, little missy.

And Moses, upon reaching heaven...

...came upon the Lord's angels

of punishment.

Af, the angel of anger.

Kezef, the angel of wrath.

Hemah, the angel of fury.

Mashhit, the angel of destruction.

These were the seraphim.

The fire angels sent by the Lord

to smite the sinner.

To scorch their souls.

You're so f***ing crazy.

Shut up, you whore!

You f***ing whore!

You whore!

F***ing a**holes!

What a bunch of weirdoes.

God.

And that kid in the back,

what a freak.

Stupid camera. Jesus Christ.

"He followed me. I don't know why.

September, 1992."

"KZL 303 after me. '86."

"He's gonna kill me. 1971."

It's gonna be okay.

Oh, f*** you. F*** you.

F***! F*** you.

Hey?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

What's your name?

Tracy.

Tracy Kress.

I'm Nicole.

Don't worry, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of there.

How...?

How long have I been in here?

I don't know.

He must have done it

when I was off with those a**holes.

Who?

There's this guy stalking me.

- He drives a yellow truck...

- Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

Please keep him away!

Don't let him in! Oh, God!

It's okay. He's not here right now.

He's got my boyfriend somewhere.

On the bus. He's got him on the bus.

- What are you talking about?

- The driver, he's got this place.

That's where he took me.

That's where I woke up.

He kept me there...

... for, I don't know, hours?

Days?

- F***.

- Years?

- What did he do?

- Oh, God.

God. Oh, God.

What does he want?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He told me I got what I deserved.

What does that mean?

All I know is, my mom used to

say the same thing...

...when I had done something wrong.

"You'll get what you deserve."

Maybe I shouldn't have done it.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm so sorry.

Tracy, what did you do?

I stole some money

from my momma's purse.

Not a lot. Like 50 bucks.

I wanted to see the Stones.

The Rolling Stones.

They were playing in Tucson.

I never made it.

Did he...?

Oh, God.

Oh, God! Now he's back!

He's back. He's coming.

Tracy, quiet.

He's coming! Please!

Don't let him in, please!

Don't let him in, please.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

He's leaving.

I'm gonna make sure, okay?

Hey!

Who the hell are you, huh?

What did you do with Jess?

You f***ing pervert!

Get the f*** out of here!

No!

Don't let him in.

Oh, don't let him in. Don't let him in.

He'll be back.

The driver, he always comes back.

We'll be long gone before then.

He'll find us.

He'll take us to the bus.

Tracy...

...how did you get away from there?

How'd you escape?

I don't know.

You must have escaped somehow.

He's not Superman.

He's not human.

I thought a lot about it...

...when he was doing me.

The only thing I could do

to keep from just dying was to wonder.

How could anybody...?

How could any real person do this?

So I realized...

...he wasn't real.

He wasn't a person like you or me.

He had to be some kind of monster.

Tracy.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

I've got clothes in my car you can put on,

then we're gonna start walking.

- He'll find us.

- No, he won't.

He'll take us to the bus.

Look, I'll get you out of here. I promise.

Oh, God.

I will get you out here.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I'll get you out of here, okay?

I'm gonna get you to a hospital, okay?

Hang on, Tracy.

Tracy, I'm coming.

Tracy?

Tracy. No, no.

"Tracy Kress, missing, 1971."

She was there.

She was there.

F*** you. F*** you!

F*** you!

Jesse.

Oh, Jesse.

Oh, Jesse, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die, please.

Oh, my God, help me, please.

- Officer.

- Hey.

There's this guy. He took my boyfriend...

I don't know what he's doing to him.

- And then he tried to kill me.

He tried to run me over.

I think he's some kind of serial killer

or something...

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Calm down.

What is your name?

Nicole. Nicole Carrow.

Nicole Carrow? Okay. C-A-R-R-O-W?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.

- And your boyfriend's name?

- Jess... Jesse Hilts.

And where is Jesse now?

I don't know.

The man in the truck took him, I think.

- Took him?

- Yes, abducted him.

And then he...

Then he totaled our car with me in it.

That's your car?

Yes, that's my boyfriend's.

- Did you see who was driving the truck?

- No, sir.

He had a baseball cap and boots on.

- Can you describe the truck?

- It's a truck.

It's yellow, it's kind of old

and it has the lights on top.

Floodlights. And...

I saw his license plate.

It was KZL 303.

Okay.

- You stay here. I'm gonna call this in.

- Thank you.

No, no, no. That's him, that's him...

Okay, all right. You stay here. Okay?

Okay.

Aren't you gonna arrest him?

Nothing to arrest him for yet.

Man just said that he was lost.

He's driven by, trying to find his way.

No, he's a f***ing liar.

Maybe.

I'm gonna call for backup.

Get a plain rap on him, okay?

You sure that was the truck?

I got a look. There's not even a dent.

That's the truck.

He took my boyfriend. I'm not lying.

He tried to kill me. You saw the car.

Okay.

Nicole, okay.

Nicole.

Help me.

I have...

I can't... I can't... I can't move.

Okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Oh, God. I gotta get you

out of here, okay?

- Okay.

- This is probably gonna hurt a little.

- Probably, yeah.

- Yeah.

- Okay, ready?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no!

Oh, God.

Okay. He's heavy.

- Thank you.

- Oh, God. You're welcome.

- What can I do to help?

- Shoot me.

I'll clean you up a bit. Okay? Hang on.

Hang on. Let me get it.

I will call dispatch. They'll send backup.

- Someone will come for you.

- No. Someone is gonna come for us.

- Okay?

- You never saw anybody die before?

Where are you from?

Argyle, Texas. It's just north of Dallas.

What are you doing out here?

You said something

about a boyfriend, right?

Me and Jess,

we're going to Los Angeles.

That's nice.

You're starting your lives out together.

We did that.

Me and my wife, we moved out here

after I got out of the service.

- Do me a favor, will you?

- Yeah.

Go in my back pocket

and get my wallet for me.

- My wallet, it's over there.

- Okay.

- It's...

- Here.

Go ahead.

Yeah. Take out the...

There's a picture in there. Take it out.

- The first one?

- Yeah.

- There's only one.

- Okay.

Show me.

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