The Killer Inside Me Page #7

Murderer!

He killed Amy Stanton!

Murderer!

Help me!

He killed Amy Stanton!

- Anybody!

Somebody!

Halt!

He's a murderer!

He killed Amy Stanton!

Help!

Help!

- Halt!

[Gunshot]

Murderer!

Halt!

He killed Amy Stanton!

[Gunshots]

Stay back!

Back up.

Stay back!

Stay back!

Get an ambulance, now.

[Growling]

Please step back.

No, go home, now.

Go home.

Go on home.

We're all done here.

[Retches]

[Whistling]

- Gosh, Jeff,

how long you been out here?

- Reckon I been here

quite a spell.

Well, come on in.

I was just fixin' some-

Kind of like it where I am.

Air smells real good.

It's been smelling real good,

anyways.

Where is everybody?

I figured they'd come by.

Told 'em you wasn't up to it.

Told 'em you was all broke up

about Bob Maples.

About Bob?

- Shot hisself last night

around midnight.

Yes, sir.

Poor ol' Bob killed hisself.

And I reckon I know

just how he felt.

- Sure you don't want

a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

- Last night's events,

these recent events,

I don't like 'em one bit.

- Well, that's only natural,

Howard.

I don't see how you could.

I mean, I don't like 'em

one bit, either.

Well, now, take this drifter,

this alleged robber rapist

that you'd have us believe

robbed and raped Miss Stanton.

We know he didn't do it.

He's a pipeline worker.

He had a pocket full of wages.

You're not gonna get away

with planting that money on him.

What money?

- The money you stole

from Elmer Conway.

The money you stole

the night you killed him

and that whore Lakeland.

- Why would I kill

Joyce Lakeland?

- 'Cause you killed

Elmer Conway.

You had to shut her up.

Why would I kill Elmer Conway?

I've known him all my life.

- You killed him;

you killed Joyce Lakeland;

you hanged Johnnie Pappas.

- Howard, you're not

making any sense.

- You killed Johnnie Pappas

to protect yourself.

You'd given him

that marked $20 bill.

How much money went missing?

$500?

You're saying that I killed

Elmer Conway for $500?

- I'm saying Johnnie Pappas

wasn't anywhere

near the scene of those murders.

I never believed that.

- He was stealing tires

at the time.

Johnnie Pappas was my friend.

That was your theory.

- You think you got it

all figured out, don't ya?

Four, five murders.

Six if you count

poor Bob Maples,

staked everything he had on ya.

And you just sit there

explainin' and smilin'.

You ain't bothered one bit.

How can you do it, Ford?

How can you just sit there

and do that?

- Well, somebody's got to keep

their head around here.

Any more questions?

Yeah, I got one.

Shoot.

- How did Miss Stanton

get those bruises on her body?

Old bruises,

not made last night.

Same kind of bruises we found

on the Lakeland woman's body.

How do you think she got them,

Lou?

- Oh, gosh Howard,

you got me there.

How would I know?

You'd been beatin' on her

just like you

beat on that whore.

- So I was beatin' on Amy,

and she kept right on seeing me?

I was bruisin' her up,

and she was fixin' to marry me?

Boy, you didn't know

Amy Stanton.

- Maybe you didn't know

Amy Stanton

as well as you thought you did.

Is that right?

This was in her purse.

Apparently she intended to

have you stop

at some restaurant down the road

and have you read it.

Now it begins, "Lou Darling."

- Let me have it.

- I'll read it.

- It's his letter.

Let him have it.

Very well.

"Lou Darling...

"Now you know why

I had you stop here

"and why I've excused myself

from the table.

"It was to allow you

to read this,

"the things I couldn't

somehow otherwise say to you.

"Lou, I beg you,

please, please,

"please not to take it

the wrong way.

"But I'm afraid.

"Are you in trouble?

"Now, I don't want to ask you

more than that,

"but I do want you to believe

that whatever it is,

"even if it's what l-

"whatever it is, Lou,

I'm on your side.

"I love you.

"Are you tired of

my saying that?

"I know you'd never knowingly

do anything wrong.

"So even if it should involve

being separated for a while,

"a long while, let's-

"well, we'll make it all right,

you and I together.

"If you'll only tell me,

if you'll just let me help you.

"I hope that when I

come back to the table

"you'll still be there.

"But if you feel

that you can't,

"then just leave my bags

inside the door.

"I have money with me,

"and I can get a job

in some other town.

"I've always loved you,

"and I always will,

whatever happens.

"Always, darling,

forever and forever.

Always and forever,

Amy."

- She was so damn talkie,

wasn't she?

I mean, just the sweetest thing,

but just talk a fencepost

right out of a field.

You dirty son of a b*tch.

Don't say that to me.

No, don't say that.

Don't never say anything

about a man's mother.

To hell with that crap.

You killed that little girl.

She as good as says so.

- She wrote it down

after I killed her?

That's quite a trick, Howard.

You killed them, Ford.

You killed them all.

- Know what that thing is

right there?

Over by Jeff?

It's called a door.

Now, I can't think of a thing

to keep you

and Mr. Plummer

from walking through it.

I sure liked Bob Maples.

I sure liked

that little Miss Amy.

- Why don't you close that door

behind you real careful?

I'm still suffering from shock.

Jeff.

- You right sure

you ain't comin' with us?

You don't reckon

you could change your mind?

They put me down in the cooler

where Johnnie Pappas

had killed himself.

And they kept me there

for a week.

I guess they thought

that'd break me.

But it didn't,

just gave me time to think.

On the eighth day,

they transferred me

to the insane asylum.

I didn't see that comin'.

No one tried to push me around

or even questioned me there.

I tried to tell myself

that was a good sign.

But in my heart I knew.

I knew they must have

some evidence.

Morning, Mr. Ford.

- Will they be playing

the pictures again tonight?

Excuse me?

- Would you tell 'em

not to do it so fast?

I hardly get a chance

to see her.

Where is he!

What have you done

with that poor man?

Have you torn out his tongue?

Have you roasted his poor

broken body over slow fires?

He has come!

I've come, sir!

Have they punctured

your eardrums, huh?

You fiends!

Oh!

Oh!

Are you too weak to cry out?

Be brave, my poor fellow!

Be brave!

It's a dirty habit.

Got it young, though,

and reckon I'd keep it.

Thank you.

- You know something,

Mr. Ford,

there wasn't a damn bit of sense

to what I did back there.

No, I couldn't see it.

- I didn't get you free,

Mr. Ford.

They let me have this writ.

That's why you can be here

with me.

Oh, I know.

I figured it'd be that way.

You know who sent for me?

Joe Rothman.

That's right.

You know why?

Well, I reckon he's scared.

He figures they're gonna pin

the Elmer Conway murder on me,

and he thinks I'm gonna

drag him into it.

You're pretty smart, Mr. Ford.

They got somethin' on you?

Somethin' you can't beat?

They have got it.

- Maybe you better tell me

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