The Barber
Help me. Let me out.
Sir...
please let me go.
You don't have to do this.
I won't tell anybody. Just...
No. Let me out!
Let me go! Let me out.
Let me out!
No!
Our top story tonight,
Chicago police continue to search
for a missing schoolteacher.
Debra Ann Skokie, last seen on Tuesday
leaving her Ashburn residence to meet friends
and has not been seen since.
Police request that anyone...
A police department spokeswoman announced
the formation of a special unit task force
in conjunction with the FBI
to investigate the recent disappearances
of four young in the Chicago area...
I'm standing outside the Chicago Police
Department, where, moments ago,
detectives announced they've taken
Francis Allen Visser into custody.
Visser has been a person of interest in
the murder of Irene Burge and Katie Pallick.
Whose bodies were found buried
not far from a popular...
In a shocking development today
Francis Allen Visser,
a suspect in the terrifying burial murders
of several young women in the Chicago area,
was released from custody this morning.
There is speculation that lead investigator
Detective Thomas McCormack
may be facing disciplinary action
for the possible tampering of evidence
found at the scene of the crime.
A spokesperson
for Internal Affairs has stated,
"We are no longer pursuing Mr. Visser
at this point in the investigation."
When asked if he would file suit
against the Chicago Police Department,
his attorneys stated, "No.
He just wants his old life back."
Detective McCormack declined to comment.
A press conference
Luis. Luis, how many times do I have
to tell you to clean out your station?
I'm gone, Eugene.
- Use your head tonight, son.
- Come on, Gene, baby.
It's Friday night, ladies are waiting,
and I already got my sh*t worked up.
Please don't use that kind of language.
You might impress your friends
with talk like that, but...
Man's legacy is all he has.
Gene...
when you gonna let me have that razor?
Well, I said I would, Luis,
when I see you're careful
with what you leave behind.
Hey, you ain't my dad, Eugene.
Know what, man?
You need to get out, something.
I mean, would it kill you to come
hang out, man? Drink a beer.
Have yourself a little mamacita.
Get your little dance on.
- Well, you know how I feel about that.
- Come on.
Alcohol says something about a man
before he gets a chance
to say anything about himself.
I know. It says he's having fun.
On that note, peace out.
Yeah.
- Hoyt.
- How you doing?
- Hey, Eugene, come here once.
- Hey, Davey.
Davey over here right now was just saying
that with a haircut, I would look younger.
Well, you know, it's a barbershop, Chief,
not a time machine.
Hey, Gene, you know,
I really appreciate what you're doing,
you know, taking an interest
in Luis like that.
Train a child up in the way of the Lord,
and he won't depart from Him.
Yeah. And when he does,
he'll get my helping hand.
- You come by anytime, Chief.
- Right.
- Get those ears lowered.
- Yeah.
Hey, guys, how you doing?
- Howdy, Mr. V-Dub.
- How are things?
Working nights this week. You know,
I got that long drive back to Brule.
Should have went to college, you know.
Like I don't know what you want.
Okay, then. Good enough.
- Hi.
- Snuck in on me.
Can I get you some coffee?
You know, I never really liked coffee.
What else you got?
Some good things on that menu.
Have you taken a look?
- I haven't.
- What are you in the mood for?
- Something sweet.
- Stay here. I'll surprise you.
You know, you're taller than I thought.
Older, too, but I bet you can still handle
your sh*t if you had to, right?
- Do I know you?
- Eugene Van Wingerdt, the barber.
Yeah.
It's not your real name, though,
is it, Mr. Visser?
You're mistaken.
Damn, the poise on you.
Look, I know they had to kick you loose.
Lack of evidence, no witnesses,
no fingerprints, nothing.
17 bodies, that's a lot
to walk away from.
- Excuse me.
- Oh, come on, Mr. V-Dub.
Chicago P.D. wouldn't let live it down,
had you pegged a murderer.
I bet it was tough trying to buy groceries
after your face had been plastered...
I'll give you whatever you want.
Please, please, don't kill me.
Kill you? I don't want to kill you.
I'm trying to impress you.
- You impressed?
- Gene!
Are you okay?!
Stop!
Freeze!
You got no I.D., and...
this name you gave me,
John D. LaRue,
well, you know, that just doesn't
show up anywhere. Nowhere.
I mean, it's not in the DMV, not in
Social Security, not in the library system.
I look like I got
a f***ing library card?
Oh, no. Looks like
you're giving me a false name.
So...
when'd you get into town?
Okay. Okay. You know...
I'm not some rube
from the sticks, a**hole.
I'm Kenosha P.D., 12 years.
Holy sh*t, Kenosha.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Is this a promotion?
Okay.
So tell me a story. Tell me the one
about the guy outside of Heidebreicht's,
- the guy you poked with that.
- I thought I knew him.
And who is that,
the guy you thought you knew?
My old man.
F***er up and left when I was a kid.
Guy in the diner, spitting f***ing image.
Followed him out, asked him his name.
The guy freaks his sh*t.
And so you thought you'd get some blood
for a paternity test?
Yeah.
The guy you poked with that,
he's a real good friend of mine,
so I need to know why his blood's
on your f***ing knife.
Daddy likes it rough.
Chief, Eugene's out front.
Gene, are you okay?
I mean, we've been calling.
I'm fine. Man, oh, man.
I must have made a spectacle of myself
- running away like that.
- Yeah. Yeah, we were worried about you.
- You get anyone to look at that for you?
- Nah, I'm... You know, it's nothing.
did he say anything?
Oh, he... he spouted some bunk story.
- What story?
- He thought you were his father.
And it's bullshit.
This kid, he'll say anything.
I want you to let him go.
I mean, he didn't hurt me. He...
Well, he stuck a knife in you, Gene.
No, no more charity cases.
Wait.
Is he yours?
I'm not gonna press charges.
You don't have to press charges.
Gary, we've been friends a long time.
I never asked for a favor.
I'm asking for one now.
Please let the kid go. Please.
You got a problem, man?
Get in the truck.
- Am I gonna be number 18?
- Get in the truck.
Okay.
Hey, this is a great dump site.
Isolated, off the highway. This yours?
Bring me out here to show me?
You told the Chief of Police you thought
I was your father. What's wrong with you?
- That loyal prick thinks you're a saint.
- Why would you say that?
Cops liked you for a bunch
of those missing girls, right?
But they couldn't make it stick.
My favorites were the ones
you put in the ground.
I've never been involved
in any kind of violence.
Come on. Scratch marks
in those pine lids.
I want to know how you picked them.
What's the trigger?
What's the thing, goes click in your head,
this one, not that one?
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