watch now! detail...
whoo, there. your folks are gonnabe home soon, and they're gonnaget me if they seeyou're still up. ooh, hold still,hold still. we got todry you off. there you go. [doorbell rings] let me get yourhead in here. oh. is somebodyat the door?
i don't care. who can it be? now, you playwith your train. i'll be right back, ok? yeah. hurry back. all right. evening, ma'am. is frank or jean home? no, they're not.they'll be backreal soon.
you must be missy. forgive me for notintroducing myself, missy. i'm tom bellingham,an old friend of jean'sfrom denver. i told her last weeki'd stop in and say hello. when did you saythey'd be back? maybe 30 minutes. darn.i'm gonna miss them. my plane leavesin an hour. would you tell themthat i just dropped by
to steal a peekat little andy? my wife would kill meif i came all the wayfrom denver and didn't say hello. i'm sorry, mr. bellingham.they'll be home real soon. i understand. don't you worry. [creaking] andy? [meow]
[gasping] [muffled screaming] [muttering quietly] [andy grunts] [horn blows] "jack mcginnisfor sheriff. it is time for a change." my god,that boy can smile. [bells ringing]
morning, sheriff. deputy in background:coroner's been on sceneabout 20, 25 minutes. dispatcher on radio:is the sheriff there yet? deputy: that's a 10-4.the sheriff's here now. dispatcher: all right.i'll release a coupleof units then. reporter: coming onthe election eve, amarillo residentswill certainly... morning, boys. morning, sir.
thanks, charlie. [knocking] hey, sheriff. hey, bud.how's your daddy? he's doing better.i'll tell him you asked. tell him to stay offthat leg. nate. sheriff. buck.
sim. you want to tell meabout it? aw, ain't so bad. male had a severedfemoral arteryin the groin area. femalehad her throat cut. both wounds,single incisions,almost surgical cuts. whoever done this knewwhat they were doing. nothing tentative about it. i can give you morewhen we get themout of here.
how are you holding up? when have you everknown me to worryabout an election? never. then again,i've never known anybodywho could beat you before. you still don't. buck: nate.tell me about it. this fella registeredas, uh, bill sutherland. home, fort worth.checked in alone,but paid for 2. the owner said that he paidfrom a thick wad of billslike to choke a horse. now, we have no money,have no wallet.
keys, car are gone.we're gonna get an i.d.on the car any minute. what about the girl? she was a maid hereat the motel. it's a family place. here it is... now, he'sin the bathroom. he's finishedwith sutherland. she knocks on the door. there's no answer.
she comes in. he grabs her,cuts her, stops the bloodwith the towel, and then carries herinto the bathroom. why? go figure. what aboutthe other guy? no, no one sawanother person. both bedshave been slept in.
we found hair samplesin this bed matchessutherland's. now, this bed'sbeen slept in,but it's clean. clean? is that a fact? we will check it again. we're pulling the 4 hourssurrounding the timeof the murders. [sighs] buck, we don't knowif he even came in here... or who we're looking for.
soon as you can, nate,bring in the waitresses. find outwho they know... regular customers first, then work backfrom there. your sistergonna vote for me? well, she sure likesyour billboards. aw, geez. mcginnis. hey, jack,how you doin'? looks like a bad one,buck.
thought i'd come byto see if youneeded any help. well, that's mighty niceof you to offer, jack. maybe you and your boyscan handle trafficout on the street. a lot of people aregonna be concernedabout this one when they hearabout it, buck. if this killer turns upin my jurisdiction, don't expecta courtesy call. if he's inyour jurisdiction, jack, he's safeas a church mouse.
so what aboutthis missing car? 1996 ford explorer,red, texas plates. state patrol's gotthe word out on it. find it. comin' upon our turnoff. sure you won'tcome up,stay the night? thanks. uh, i needto get a little furtherup the road before dark. well, just don'tget stuck out hereif this storm hits. thanks for stopping.
radio: ♪ there's a girlwith a heart ♪ ♪ as big as the sky ♪ well, get in, boy. i can't heat this carand the wholenew mexico desert, too. ♪ all for the loveof sunshine ♪ [clicks off radio] [doors lock] always drive withmy doors locked,seat belts on. habit.
i'm a creatureof habit. some collection, eh? yeah. you should have seenmy first one. '82 seville. had my girlsall lacquered onwith liquid sealer. man, it was a beaut. but after a while,you know,your tastes change, you get tired oflooking at the sameold faces and all.
when i ran out of roomto put up new ones,i had to sell her. man, i had a heckof a time tryingto get rid of her. i bet. this honey here, this baby'sthe state of the art. now if get tiredof one of my sugars, i just slip her out... [electric window whirs] toss her...and put me up a new one.
don't worry,trudy, honey. i wasn't going tothrow you away...yet. yeah...hell of a lot cheaperthan buying a new car. i'm pulling your leg.ain't my car. it's a friend's.i'm just returning itto him. had you going, didn't i? name's goodall.bob goodall. lane dixon. where you heading,lane?
utah. big place, utah. salt lake city. me, too. now,how's that for luck? first i save youfrom freezing to death, now you got a free rideto mormon land. must be my lucky day. must be. i almost didn't stop.
in the old days, i'd never think twiceabout picking upa rider. these days, you can'tbe too careful whoyou let in your car. you know, if you'd justlet me out at this placewe're coming up on, that'd be great. i don't think so.there's another place about 20 milesup the road. look, i saidi want out here. sorry, friend.this is mining country.
i can take careof myself. i believe youjust might befool enough to try. [country music playing] thanks for the lift. hell, lettin'a bunch of naked womenscare you off. heh heh. how you doin'? i'll have a beer. don't have beer. ok, uh...
i'll have whatever'sin one of those bottles. lane: i was hopingi might catch a rideover to raton. well... you might bewaiting herea long time, then. well, i'll takea ride anywherein that direction. i bet you would. [laughing] you got a problemwith something? you say thisis the guy, ben?
he's one of them,all right. my friend ben here was in ratonlast friday night. claims you and someof your friends jumped him. well, he's mistaken. and you'rea goddamn liar. uh-uh. they aren't goingin your direction. course right now,
i figure you'dprobably take a liftin any direction. look, i'm notcalling your friendor anyone else a liar. all i'm saying isi wouldn't havedone that to anybody. on your feet, boy! you made a bad mistakecomin' in here. [laughter] now, seein' that ben can'tdo this to you himself, i'm going to teach you a lesson. man: hey, rick.do it again.
come on! your memorybecoming clearer? i never saw him before. no? son of a bitch! get his goddamn legs. want another pieceof him? no, i got totake a leak. luke!
you keep him warmed uptill i get back, huh? huh? [lane grunting] [punch] lane: uhh! hey, luke! i saiddon't kill the bastard! i'll be right back!ha ha ha ha. hoo hoo ha ha ha. try it,and it's history.
rick: luke!he's got a knife on me! bring the guyin here, alone, man. luke: let him go. i'll blow yourfriend's head off. some friends you got. i didn't cometo negotiate, bud. [pistol cocks] aah! don't bargainwith him, you asshole!he'll cut my dick off! [uncocks]
now slide the pieceover here. and let him go. bob: you ok? pick up the gun and get the keysout of my pocket. pull the car out front, and when you'reready, honk. what about you? i'll be out directly.
hey--hey, man,he--he let the guy go. wh-wh-why don't youdo likewise, huh? i mean, that--that was the deal. deal? who said anythingabout a deal? what? wha--wh-what are yougoing to do? oh, no, no, no, no. no, no, please. aah!
oh! oh, thank god. oh, thank you. still itchingfor a fight, bud? come on and getsome of this. [rifle cocks] lane: it's ok, bob! yee-haw! ha ha ha!goddamn! nothin' like a littleexcitement to getthe old blood a-pumpin'!
hey,what you looking for? looking for them. someone following us? not yet. yeah, that's becauseit takes time tochange a flat tire. did you slashtheir tires? ah... hell, no. i'd have beenthere all night.
how you feelin'? must've got worked overpretty good. i'll live. thanks. yeah, feeling's mutual,partner. hey... i heard you werein early. forensicsdid find a hairin that second bed. they're pushing itthrough.
and we isolated20 unknownsin the videotapes. i ran into billy cooganlast night. he said we'releading mcginnis2 to 1 out his way. did you end up calling inthe fed boys onthose motel killings? no. why? 'cause it looks likewe've got company. you ever see anythinglike that before? yes. i'll see ya, buck.good luck out there today.
have a good day, jim. make sureyou stop by the polls. sheriff olmstead. sally. sally: it's coming,sheriff. care for some breakfast,mr. lacrosse? oh, no, thank you. so... what can we dofor the fbi today?
you have 2 bodiesin the morgue. i need the carthat was takenfrom the motel. take a number. time is critical,sheriff. time is always critical,mr. lacrosse. what makes you so surethat we're talkin' aboutthe same killer here? excuse me. severed femoral artery, single incisions,5 to 7 inches long,
inch,inch and a half deep. you've seen the bodies. no prints, no weapon,no witnesses. i know this killer,sheriff, and when he kills,he moves fast, and the only chanceyou have of catching him is to find outwhat he's driving or to beincredibly lucky. do you mind if i call youby your first name, frank?
now, you sayyou know this killer. you gota physical description? height? weight?hair color? male between the agesof 20 to 50, medium to large build,from a western state. probably spent a lotof time in the east. well, that reallynarrows the field down,doesn't it, frank? he's a serial killer,sheriff. nate: well,the serial killerswe've dealt with
didn't seemto want to havetheir victims found. this one does. sally, bring me a cupto go, please. sally:right up, buck. well, who knows, frank? maybe we'll bothget lucky today. hey, oscar. hey, buck. well, the city policespotted the carabout 4 a.m.
the officers tailed it here,and then instead of waitingfor backup, one of the copsfollowed him inside... course,that's when the suspectstarted shooting. just beautiful. yeah, well, he's holed upin back someplace. of course, mcginnishas got his wholeswat team here now, and he won't let any ofour deputies near the place. course not. hell,the tv trucks mightshow up any minute. nate: speak of the devil.
[glove compartment opens] could i haveyour flashlight, please? damn. all dressed up. well, buck, come to seehow a real operationis done? i declare, jack, you must have callusesfrom patting yourselfon the back so much. why don't you justgive me the facts here? hold this, please.
yes, sir. oh, my god. what the hell'sgoing on over there? [gunshot] bill! bill:christ. allen's down.we can't reach him. we're falling back. bill. bill! allen's hit.he's in the room.
i need instructions.over. get him outof there, jack. is he alone? whothe hell's this? jack, this isfrank lacrosse, fbi. ask him. listen, mister,i got a man down-- ask him! bill, is he alone?
bill: can't tell. he says he's holdinga knife on one of them. [child cries] bill, where are youin relation to the room? we're down the hall,northwest stairwell. hey! hey! bill, you're aboutto have some company.stop him! man: i got a familyin here! give me a 2-wayin here right now!
i want a radio! only one down? sir, chief mcginnissaid that-- shit. he's goinginto the room. man: shut that door! if he gets oneof my men killed... well, that'd make youlook real bad,wouldn't it, jack? all this tv coverage,you in charge. man: what's going onout there?
i swear to god, i'll startcutting in here! [woman whimpers] who the fuck are you? i said i negotiateonly by radio. answer me! are you blind, man?i got a knife! i see it. uh-uh. they don'tgo anywhere,or i cut him. they don'thave a choice.
man, i don't knowwho you are, but i'm gonnamake you pay. before you do... i just want to ask youone question. question? you're crazy. where'd you get the car? i ain't answerin'any of your fuck--aah! who fired that shot?
it came from insidethe apartment. now...where did youget the car? car... the car... from the motel. get in there. now. i don't know nothin'about a motel. i boosted ita couple hours ago. where?
where?! sutherland's. where'd this come from? in the car. along with a body. well,thanks a lot, frank. 32 years of dedicatedpublic service, and you just wipedthe slate clean withone quick, easy stroke. what are youtalking about?
oh, hell. never mind. i'm glad youcaught the killer. he's not the killer. lane: good morning.ha ha ha. [lane chuckles] [car rattling] [train horn blowing] god...damn! your 7 a.m.wake-up call.
you know, you could havejust given me a shake. i wake easily. my god. hungry? mcginnis: hector saldez... 8 priors.2 assaults with a knife, armed robbery, convictionof second-degree murderin oklahoma, and now caught in possessionof a murder victim's walletand car. all you've goton him is possessionof a stolen vehicle.
he didn't knowabout the wallettill i showed it to him. i bet he didn't even knowthere was a body in the car. says you. ballistics havealready matched the gun he used on my menas the one used to capthat john doe in the car. any moretheories? jack, i think allfrank's trying to say here is we needto keep our options open. there's no "we"in this, buck. i have the suspectin custody,
and as soon as iget the green lightfrom the d.a., i'm going to announcethat saldezis being charged with the murdersof those 3 people. don't do that. he's setting you up. you make that announcement,he'll kill againjust to embarrass you. embarrass me? i suppose you've hadthat happen to youbefore, mr. lacrosse? oh, i get it.
well, you wouldlike me to delaythat announcement till after the election,wouldn't you, buck? that was a nice try. who the hellis this guy anyway? i mean, how many timesyou seen an fbi agentwork a case alone? we can find out. don't have much usefor us state and localboys, do you, frank? it's a prejudicei have, sheriff. no one's proved mewrong yet.
well, i have my problemswith jack myself, but, you know, therefor a brief moment, i found myself thinkinghe was making a lotmore sense than you. i don't care whatyou think, sheriff. maybe not, but you need me, or you'd belong gone by now. why believe meand not him? first of all, i've seena hell of a lot moremurders than he has,
and these just don'tseem to fit that manhe's got in lockup. secondly... maybe you haven't noticed,but chief mcginnis and i are engaged in an electionbattle for my officewhich he desperately wants, and which i--i'm sad to say--am desperate to defend. him? well, i'll take thatas a compliment. but the fact remainshe has a suspectin custody and i don't. but i'm hereto tell you, frank,
i'm not going to beworth a damn to youin this investigation unless i know what youknow about this killer. ok. when i turned aroundand saw that 30.30staring down at me, i thought,wow, this is it. no joining the birdsthis time. joining the what? old railroaders used to saythat if you were on a train that was about to crashand you had a chance to jump,
you were joining the birds. you workedon the railroad. for a while. mined a while,cowboy'd a while. fact, i did a little bitof everything up here. man: hey, fae,is this ticket right? how we gonna get throughwith the storm? ain't gonna affect us much.it's going north. what about you,lane dixon?
what kind of work you do? i'm between jobsright now. before that. before that, uh... i workedin a hospital. orderly? nurse? well, i did a littlebit of everything. [chuckles] that's what'sin utah, a job?
no. i've just been,uh...traveling. it's my first timewest. cook: come overfrom alamosa? man: yep. how is it up there? man: it's not bad.worst of it's going north. cook: well, we've beenwatching it come down here for the last hour or so. how'd you know?
my fatherused to say, "weather don'tmake the rules. mountains do." and i knowthe mountains. waitress:how y'all doing? we're doingjust fine here. how about you, darlin'?get you anything? i'm ok, thanks. your friend's cute,but shy.
i'm gonna get a paper. now, did i scare him off? tell him i won't biteif he looks me in the eye. [man coughing] [coughing] [gagging] you all right? he's chokin'. he ain't breathing.call an ambulance.
god damn it, fae,call the ambulance! fae: is he gonna die? let me look at him.i'm a doctor. get back.let him look at him. he's got somethingreally jammed in there. god, he'sturning blue. get in the kitchen, fae.god damn it, go on! get him on the counter. i'm going to needa first-aid kit.
i need some alcohol. and give methat right there. open up his shirt. ok, open the bottle. now pour. fae: oh, my god. god damn it, fae,get in-- [hits floor] god damn!dr. dixon.
don't call me that. hey, i didn'tmake that up. you calledyourself one. it clears a path. don't give me that bullshit. what you did in there wasn'tsomething you picked upout of some book. you've had training. now, maybe you'vebeen in medical schooland dropped out, or maybe you beenin the army,
but you don't lie to methat you're no doctor because i was just inthe operating room with you. i don't wantto talk about it. dr. dixon. he kills forthe sensation of power. he started withthe unconnected victim. no one missed themwhen they were alive, and it was a long timebefore anyone realizedthat they were gone. he is creditedwith at least18 known deaths.
no way of knowinghow many came before he begantelling me about them. he tells you about them. what's he do, call you? he writes.he sends me these. buck: why you, frank? i headed a task forcethat tracked himfor 15 months. after the task forceformed, he changed. he got bolder.
he startedtaking more risks. he began to seethe murders as a kindof competition. he turned itinto a damn game on you. and he tookhis publicityvery seriously. but it gotharder for him. he startedmaking mistakes.we got closer. then 3 months ago... he just stopped. i don't know.
he's been quietever since. [watch beeps] i need to make a call. go ahead on inand use the phonein my office, frank. there ain'tno doubt about it.he knows this killer. [nate sighs] what are youthinking, nate? i'm thinkin' it's 8 a.m.,polls are open, and i hope to godwe're hunting the right man.
it's me. amarillo. since about 4:00this morning. no, i was too late again. they did? when? what did you tell them? don't cry, honey. no, i don't think thatthey know i'm here yet.
we'll deal with thatwhen it comes. i love you. bob: you'rea strange one, doc. you're smart,cool under pressure. yet something'sbothering you. fine. you don'twant to talk about it, that's your business. i quit. i was a first-year intern.
i was good. hell, i was cockyi thought i was so good. when it startedto get heavy, i used to watch otherpost-graduates wash out, and i'd think,"that'll never happen to me." well...here i am. what happened? you have a patient dieon you or something? hell,that's gonna happen.
but you go home,get some sleep, get up the next dayand try again. yeah, i did. it just, uh... i couldn't shake it,you know? well, you seemedcured today. this time. but what aboutthe next time? what do you want,guarantees?
there ain'tno guarantees. [tires crunch on gravel] [brake sets] what a waste. yeah. i've heardthat before. yeah, bet you have. and like anyone elsein your life, i gotnothing invested in you. my father used to say, "nerve succeeds."
you've got the nerve, doc, and i've seen it up close. if you really were a quitter, you would have stood aroundlike the rest of us. deputy: as of 7:30this morning, we have6 reported missing persons-- 3 of those are women-- and 5 homelesswho didn't reportto shelters last night. rule out the homeless. he needed transportation.
secretary: sheriff? mr. saldez's attorney,mr. martinez, is here, and he is breathing fireabout mr. lacrosseshooting his client. thank you, becky. we really do need forthis guy to cooperatewith us, frank. mmm. maybe nate and i oughtto talk to him alone. no. i'll talk to him. mr. lacrosse?the lab reportsjust came back
about that hairthey found in the bed. it is definitely not saldez's. a 36052. i beg your pardon? special agentfrank lacrosse, am i gladto see you. mr. martinez,thank you for coming in. i wouldn't miss it. i wanted to thank youpersonally
for making my job ofdefending hector saldez such an easy one. really? how's that? how's violating threeof his constitutionalrights for starters? torturing him?illegallyquestioning him? failure to advise himof his rights? oh, mr. lacrosse,you're a godsend. jorge...may i remind you
that your clientwas holding a knifeon an innocent man? you can remind meall you want to,sheriff. it ain't goingto mean jackto a jury. so i take it you don'twish to cooperate with us? [chuckles]what, are you kidding? i came here to thank youpersonally on behalf of my clientwho i will also berepresenting in civil proceedingsagainst you andthe city. good day, gentlemen.
sit down,mr. martinez. you didn't hearwhat i said?i'm not staying. oh, yes, you are. what are you goingto do, special agent? are you going to puta bullet in me, too? [knock on door] uh, excuse me, sir.the lab reportjust got back. it was a 36052. thank you, bud.
nate: bud, what the hellare you talking about? i'm sorry, mr. martinez.i've wasted your time. um, what do youmean by that 360-- oh, that's a lab term. it's about a hairwe found in the motel. we'll see you in court. lab term? 'cause, look,you wanted to knowabout the car, right? oh, that'sno longer necessary.
'cause i--i could tell youif we made a deal. buck: jorge... deal... what kind of dealare we talkingabout here? drop the murder charges, and i'll tell you wherehe found the explorer. forget it. you know you can'tprove anything. we'll see.
sometimes you win, sometimes you lose,amigo. he boosted the carat the airport. long-term parking,lot "c." bud: get that listof stolen cars. thank you, mr. martinez. what about the hair? oh, yeah. it belonged to a malein his early 20s.
brown. son of a bitch. son of a bitch. go backto the waitressesat the restaurant. see if that hair colorsparks anything. you got it,mr. lacrosse. they teach you thatlittle 36052 maneuver back at the academy,did they, frank? no. my wife did.
and what is she,a con woman? sort of. she's a lawyer. airport securitydoes have videotape onall the license plates coming and goingfrom long-term parking. we're going to pullthe last 24 hours and cross-check thatwith stolen vehicles. well, frank, it looks likeyou may have just gottenyour first big break. i think we ought to makean announcement, buck.
announcement? we don't knowanything yet. we know it's not saldez. we can blowmcginnis' case clearout of the water. no. you do that, you'd beletting the real killer know that we're onto him. i think we'd be makinga big mistake, buck. most of the folksin town here are goingto be voting
on their lunch hour.we still got time. is that what'sgoing on here, winning an election? winning that election ismy goddamn livelihood. now, i know you don'tgive a tinker's damnabout that, but i've been workinghard in this officefor 15 years, and ifjack mcginnis wins, buck olmstead ain'tthe only one who's gonnalose out around here. the only reasonmcginnis has not madethat announcement
is because hedoesn't have enoughto charge saldez. and until that time comes, we just stand pat. becky:sheriff, telephone. sheriff olmstead.how can i help you? sheriff, grant montgomery,fbi sac here in dallas. i understand frank lacrosseis in your custody. well, he's here.he's not in my custody. well, i'll be arrivingin a couple of hoursto take him off your hands.
mr. montgomery, he'sworking on a case here. shouldn't be. shouldbe in philadelphiaon another assignment, which he left 24 hours agowithout authorization. and this isn'tthe first time, sheriff. he's left duty posts 3 timesin the last 2 months. he's currentlyon bureau probation. you want to tell mewhat he did wrong? not your problem, sheriff, but i'd appreciate itif you'd hold himtill we get there.
what about yourongoing investigationwith this killer? is that what he told you? there is no ongoingfbi investigation, sheriff. the case has beenclosed for nearly 3 months. that's impossible. look, sheriff-- no. you look! now, i got 3 peopledead in this town, and you tell meyou're coming topick up the only man
that seems to knowwhat the hellis going on? now, i wantsome answers. i don't give a shitwhat you want. right now, the only thingthat you'd better deal with is keeping that manin your sighttill i get there. now, if that's too much to aski can have a u.s. marshal in your office in 5 minutes who can handle that kindof responsibility. are we clear, sheriff?
[hangs up] buck,what's going on? lane: what'swrong with it? it's not tunedfor this elevation. did you fix it? naw. just patched it tillwe get to the next town. and where is that? not far.
find everything ok,frank? yeah. thanks. is this your wifeon the horse? yep. beautiful woman. thanks, frank. we had 33 wonderfulyears together. she passed on... 2 years ago.
i'm sorry. [sizzling] how about you, frank? where'd you meetyour wife at? in law school. so you're a lawyer, too. i never took the bar. i did an internshipone summer with the bureau and never looked back.
any children? one. and what doesyour wife think about you traipsingall over the countrysidechasing banditos? oh, actually, she'svery understanding. that's key. sit down and eat. plenty more wherethat came from. no, thank you.
nonsense. i make the very bestblts in this partof the country. the secret'sin the tomato. built a greenhouseout back-- he took my son. you asked me whyhe stopped killing. we were getting close.we'd had several breaks. outside of boston,we had roadblocks set up within 20 minutesof a murder there,
and he slippedthrough them. everybody felt it wasjust a matter of time before we nailed that guy. and then he took my son. and by doing that, he-- he removed youfrom the case. the bureaugave the kidnappingthe highest priority. 2 weeks later,they found this man ata motel in wisconsin. his prints matchedthose found on my door,
and with his body,we found detailed notesabout the victims: dates, places, thingsonly the killer would know. obviously, you don'tthink the guy's dead. it was too easy. i tracked this manfor 18 months. i know him. he used that guyto end the chase. among the notes... they found this.
that's my little boy. "believe." believe in what? 2-18? 18 victims,18th of february... day after tomorrow. i assume your peoplehave checkedall this out? they found nothing. what about your son,frank?
do you really thinkhe's still alive? i don't have a choice. bud:texas plate, 234-4s3. "james ruskin." ruskin. james...that's a hit. james ruskin, missing outof midland 2 days ago. what's he driving? '77 cadillaceldorado, white.
we got it.put the word out. man: that fellow and me, we went to school together,went to work together, he was the best manat my wedding. i broke my back 2 years ago. you want to guess who fedmy kids while i was laid up? come on, shorty. make mesound like a saint. that's broken, bob. could you hand meone of those spark plugs?
what kind of workdid you guys do? we cleared passesfor the rio grande. you know,a storm like this can drop 1 1/2 to 2 feetin these passes, somebody's gotto clear 'em up so the freightcan get through. that was our job. lane: and when did youstart doing this? well, i was inthe service for a while,
i got married,had a family. i guess i figured i'dbetter not tempt fate. [radio playing] radio: you're listeningto the country king. 620 on your dial. and now the news. amarillo city policehave confirmed... hey, bob,turn that up,will you? radio: suspectin custody in connectionwith the shooting
in a local apartment complexearly this morning. sources closeto the investigation say the suspectmay have some connection with the 2 brutal murdersat a local motel and a third body discoveredat the apartment complex. you fellas beenfollowing those murdersdown in amarillo? it's a bad business. the last 2 days,i've been carrying this. you be carefulwith that.
can't be too carefulis what i say. you goin' somewhere? stretch my legs. how long before we'reoutta here, shorty? oh, about 10 minutes, but you ain't goin'anywhere. you're stayingwith us tonight. next time. sweet tooth.
bob wouldn't tell you, but he's gota vicious sweet tooth. [chuckling] [bell on door rings] pretty when it comesdown like that. yeah. and if itgets any prettier, i'll be spendingthe night here. i just want to pick upsome candy. sure.
pretty quiet. quiet isn't the word. i broke my tailto get into work today, nearly ran offthe road twice,and for what? you're the first personi've seen today. what about your boss? oh, well,he calls and tells mehe can't make it in. i told him,even braddock's acrossthe street is closed, but does he tell meto lock up and go homebefore i get stuck?
course not. what can i get for you? candy corn.small bag. why don't youjust lock the store upand not tell him? oh--ha!--i would,but he's going to calland check on me. otherwise, believe me,i'd be out of here. [shovels candy corn] hey, listen, i--i didn't mean to bendyour ear with this. it's 2.75.
[telephone rings] oh, that's him. [radioplaying country music] [rustles paper bag] better tell bob. hey, shorty. hey, john. how about some gas? comin' right up.finished for the day?
just starting.whew! '77 eldorado. yours? no. it's a friendof mine's. she's a beaut. wait till you seethe interior. whoa, baby! whoo. yeah, that's right,larry. not a soulthe entire morning. [girl laughs]
yeah, well, i wishyou were paying me what you're spendingto heat the place. uh-huh. [laughs] see you tomorrow. you didn'ttake my money. oh, forget it. if i rang it up,he'd see it tomorrowand give me hell. well, at least let mebuy you a cup of coffee.
thanks... but i'd betterhit the road whilei got the chance. hey, i hate to ask,but i might need a handgetting my car out. if you wouldn't mindhelping me, and then... maybe. maybe? you wouldn't beleading me on, would you? lane: bob? [door creaks, closes]
shorty's finishedwith the car. thanks for coming inand telling me. sorry i can't help you. maybe next time. the wind must haveturned it around. sorry if i interruptedsomething back there. you flatter me, doc. lane:something wrong? nice hat, doc.
wish you fellaswould change your mind. next time, shorty. hang on, doc. i forgot something.i'll be right back. shorty? yo! back here, bob. forget something? shorty: if you're gonnatry to force money on me, you should know better,'cause i ain't accepting it.
what's the matter, buddy? buck: when did hespot it? nate: 20 minutes agoat a gas stationin martinsberg. the officer did notknow the car was hot. he's going back rightnow to investigate. do we have a descriptionof the driver? yes. white male,early 20s, brown hair. matches one of ourunknowns from the motel. and another thing,buck...
they're here for him. [horn honks] light's changed. yeah. i see it. becky: they're here. nate: thank god. wait a minute, frank. close the door. oh, my god,they're leavin'.
what's the story,deputy? you said he'd be here15 minutes ago. well, you know, buck'sbeen having some car trouble. he's got a bad solenoidon that starter. i'll call him.i'll call him right now. buck, what the hellare you doing? don't ask any questionsif you don't wantto hear the answer. buck, are youout of your mind? you're messing witha federal investigation here.
that's calledobstruction of justice. i know exactlywhat it's called. get on the phoneto the airport. tell them to havethe chopper standingby in 10 minutes. a departmenthelicopter? and i want a carwaiting for himin martinsberg. buck, mcginnis is goingto have a field daywith this. even if you do win,he'll have you impeached. well, i guess we canjust consider thismy last official act.
colorado state patrolsays they've gotroadblocks set up ina 200-mile radius. lot of snow up thereright now. slow going. maybe you'll get lucky. [helicopter engine starts] buck? go find him, frank. time's a wastin'. [tires squealing]
it's cold. i know. heater ain't working.radio, too. shorty musthave blown a fusewhen he was working. where are we? my shortcut. we'll skirtthe storm this way. cut 2 hoursoff our time. if we get there.
trust me, doc.trust me. doc, whileyou were sleepin',i was thinkin'... and i've decidedi have to aska great favor of you. i have a son. i'm not the best old manhe could have had, but i do my best. i have someoneto keep him for me. where's his mother? she's dead.
my sister keeps him. why are youtelling me this? i've beenthinking about if somethinghappened to me, he's got no oneto look up to. nothing'sgonna happen to you. i don't need youto take care of him. he needs somebodyto sort of bea godfather to him. be an example.
what, me? you're smart, doc. tough. responsible. hard qualitiesto find these days. if somethingdid happen to me, i'd appreciate itif you'd do thatfor me. thank you. he lives in oakland. 8899 todd street.
down near the bay. you rememberthat address? uh, 8899 todd. yeah. thanks, doc. i feel betteralready. [tires squeal] bob:ahh...yeah. just in time, huh? ha ha ha!
whoa! hold on, doc! god damn it,get out! bob? bob! hey, bob! yeah!i'm here! don't come down here,doc! it's too dangerous!
can you get out? [click] no! it's jammed! then i'm coming down! stay up there! one wrong move, and they'll be diggingboth our asses out in july. hang on! oh.
god damn, you deafson of a bitch, i said stay up there! it's a little too latefor that. if we get outof this thing, i'm gonna beat the shitout of you for sure. this ain't so bad. oh, no,mr. ice-water-in-the-veins? but now,since you're down here, you might as well get meout of this.
uh, here... here, i gota better idea. be careful not to cutmy pearls. real easy. don't want you cuttingthe wrong thing. god, i'm sure gonnamiss you girls. thank you, baby. i'll see you later. let's get the hellout of here!
[grunting] i gotcha. ahh. whoo! thanks, doc. i'm gonna still beatthe shit out of you. come on, let's git. i hope you knowwhere we are. i sure do, partner.
i sure do. just a little stroll, then a nice, warm bed. mmm! i can smell that coffeebrewing right now. [branches snapping] yeah, and some grits, bacon, and some biscuitsand honey. smell it?
you're gonnalike this place, doc. what the hell? ah. [breathing heavily] what the hellyou think you got,9 lives or something? whew. get on up here! you think that's funny,huh? doc!
i got you, doc. don't even think about trying to pullsome local strings here,sheriff. i consider what you didto be a seriousobstruction of justice, and i'm gonna make sureyou remember this stay. damn, grant, you've got me quakin'in my boots. mr. lacrosse? captain heber,colorado state patrol.
i'm supposed to hold youtill your peopleget up here tomorrow. mind if i havea look around,captain? be my guest. victim's name wasclyde "shorty" callahan. no murder weaponwas found. never even triedto pull it. we figureit was a blitz attack. how elsecan you do that to a manwith a loaded .38?
maybe he trusted him. we've still got roadblocksup on routes 10, 160,and out on 350. if he wanted to get outof this valley, he'd have to passthrough one of them. i guaranteeno cadillac has. what about the roadsthrough the mountains,have they been checked? no need to. i can tell you right nowthey're completelyimpassable. nothing going in or out.
you don't think he made itpast the roadblocks. he's not in the mountains. where is he? i didn't sayhe didn't get throughthe roadblocks. i said no cadillaclike that has. i got a reportthat says there's over 200stranded vehicleson i-25 alone. and that's just betweenhere and pueblo. if he were headingto alamosa,
the weather's worse. and i thinkwhen we start diggingall those vehicles out, we're gonna find usone white cadillac. kinda got aheadof himself, didn't he? not even the 17th. i asked ruth to holda room for you over at the railroadmaintenance dorm over by the tracks. it's the only placein town.
i thought you weresupposed to hold me. well, it's 20 milesto the nearest lockup, and i figure if the killercan't get out, you can't either. thanks, captain. don't thank me. thank buck olmstead. damn shameabout that election. won't be the samewithout him.
howdy. good evening. you mr. lacrosse? sign in here, please. terrible thing,that murder. you know,i used to baby-sitfor shorty when he was justa little fella. i can't believe it. [train horn blows]
good night, ruth. see ya, bill. you be careful up therenow. bill: you betcha. [door closes] shorty used to do that. what's that? clear the passes. his wife made himgive it up
on accountit was too dangerous. that's irony, isn't it? he gave up clearingthe passes 'cause it wastoo dangerous. then he gets hisself killedin his own garage. well, here's your key. the room is out the doorto the right. here you go, bob. nice.
where is everyone, al? i thought this placewould be packed. well, you can't get in, and nobody'sgetting out, so it ain't packed. [running water] how'd you all get into la veta, anyway? ah, we hoofed it. little car troubleup on the mountain.
you guysare really lucky. don't look likehe held up to well. he did betterthan you think. wonderful, robby. tell sallyit was delicious. will do, sheriff. i brought that littlesomething you asked for. i'll get you a glass. make it 2, will ya,robby?
well, i seeyou've adjusted wellto your new situation. care to join the recentlyunemployed in a drink? don't be so down, nate. it's not your fault. i just can't helpthinking that... maybe we should havemade that announcement. or maybe if he'd killedin midland instead of amarillo... or...
if saldez would have hadhis little shoot-'em-up in our jurisdictioninstead of mcginnis'-- who knows? maybe we should haveturned him in. maybe we should'vedone a lot of thingsdifferently. [clink] but turning frank inwas never an option. why not? 'cause he toldthe truth.
once you've heardthe truth, everything elseis just cheap whiskey. i might have settledfor it. no, you wouldn't. you're a good policeman,nate. you're gonna do just finewith jack. now you go on homeand hug those children. give that pretty wifeof yours a kiss and knowthat what you've donewas the right thing.
what about you, buck? me? well, as you can see, this whole experiencehas just devastated me. good night, sheriff. bob, good to see ya. you, too, hank. hey, bob. hey, tate.
what's news,cubby? cubby: someone got killedover in martinsberg. they think it mightbe the same guyfrom amarillo? if they do,they ain't saying? state patrol saythey're lookingfor a young fella. you boys seem to beup on all the news. well, hell, we been stuck heresince the daybefore yesterday. haven't done anything but watch tv.
well, then... it's time we getthat pass opened upand move on. well, they're gonna senda crew up tonight. you're more than welcometo go with them. be like old times. in my youth, friend.in my youth. thank you, hank. now, what's your rush? uh, you see,
the lack of femaleclientele disturbs me. uh, by the way, tate, you hear anythingabout the 218? martinsberg? last i heard,it's going up. but it don't come here.you know that. just asking. well, they gotthe pass open. don't worry.
the 218'sthe only traintill tomorrow. [bird calls] [men conversing] [water running] first man:pass is clear, boys. got the wordthe pass is clear. second man:all right. thank you. third man:you ready to go? fourth man:you're full of shit, joe,you know that, right?
third man:i know whati'm talking about. a cadillac. i knowwhat a cadillac is. fourth man:filled with picturesof naked women, right? third man:that's what i said. fourth man: uh-huh. [turns off water] third man:i heard it on the radio. what about that car? you heard it, too?
tell this guyit's the truth,will ya? it's the carthat the killer in amarillowas driving, wasn't it? see? he knows. hey, stranger. how about thisfor a day? they sent a plowto the pass last nightand had some luck. we got about 30 minutesbefore the train leaves. you feeling all right,doc? yeah, i'm fine.
i'm just, uh... just a little tiredhere. sleep ok? thought maybe you heardthe police were lookingfor a car like mine. white cadillac. well, that car thatthey're looking forhad texas plates. mine had oklahoma tags,remember? uh, yeah. that's right.
you do believe me,don't you? yeah. it's just, uh,it's crazy. it just took meby surprise. you? how about me? well, i'm goingdownstairsto catch the weather. throw on your clothes,and we'll grab a bitebefore we go. female weathercaster:frigid temperatures continueto blow in from the northwest, and it looks likewe won't even reachthe 32-degree mark until sometimethis weekend.
man on television:at cherry creek dodge, we've been steeringyou right with great dealsfor 16 years. now we've put specialanniversary sale prices on every car, truck,and van... hey, doc. ready? where did you getthat car? look, doc,i can understandyour concerns, but you ever stopto think about how manywhite caddiesthere probably are
in the great stateof texas? probably a lot. i'd say more than that. but not that manywith pictures. well, i lied to you. i wasn't taking itto no one. it's my car. bought it in tulsathe day beforei picked you up, but that doesn't meani killed anyone.
stop right there. i told youit was a friend's because i figured you'dfeel too uncomfortableif you thought it was mine. and i was right, wasn't i? wasn't i? i was gonna throwall those pictures outwhen i got to salt lake. they were a hoot,though, weren't they?those pictures? [cocks] doc...
if i killedthose people... why would i travelin that car? don't come any closer. if i was the killer, would i take youto all the placeswhere i'm known, introduce youto my friends, hell,even save your neck? i mean it! if i was the killer,why didn't i kill you?
i had plenty of chances. god damn it! it was my car! prove it! with what?! i got off a train and bought itoff a fellafor 500 bucks! i knew it wasn'ton the up and up becauseof the price.
what did youexpect me to do, ask himfor a receipt? that is the truth! and if you can'ttrust me, then turn me in, 'cause all i gotis my word. reporter on television:in amarillo today, police officialshave announced that the key suspecthas been booked
for the murdersof 3 people there friday. amarillo city police chiefjack mcginnis praised investigators for the arrestof hector saldez. mcginnis:i want to thankthe combined efforts of the city policeand forensic departments for the arrestof this killer. the suspect's nameis hector saldez. mr. saldez has been wantedin new mexico and oklahoma
on assault charges. now, both of these stateshave waived extradition so that we may proceedwith the prosecution. reporter:chief, do these murders have anythingto do with the murderin colorado yesterday? well, i can't commenton their investigation. reporter: chief mcginniswould not comment on whetherthere was any connection between the slayingsin texas and a recentmurder in...
just an accident, al. nothing to getall excited about. let me knowwhat we owe youfor damages. colorado state patrolfound his car in a streamnear a railroad trestle. seems he lost controlwhile chasing a train. they're lookingfor his body now. a train? yeah,a rio grande freight.
the 218. 218? it wasn't a date. he set him up. we've gotta get in touchwith that train. can't. they're outof contact till it getsto the other side. storm's knocked outtelephone transmission. how long? 5 hours.
he knew frankwouldn't give up, so he sucked him in. are you saying that the killerwas expecting himto be there? and i helped deliver him. who are you? ray calabrese. don't shoot me. please.
how'd you loseyour shoe? getting on the train. how'd you get here? i was withthat crew that clearedla veta pass last night. everyone else wentback down to martinsbergwith the plow. i live in salida, on the other sideof the pass. 218 picks me up here,takes me home. when's the next onedue over?
this is it for the day. no, that's not possible. there's gottabe another one. not unless you wantedto climb the hill to the upper gradeat understanding, catch the 20-10. there are 2 linesthrough the pass. the upper gradeis on the other sideof the hill. what's "understanding,"a town?
no, man. it's a railroad siding. when's it come through? the 20-10?in about an hour. you can't go up therelike that. watch me. wait. what do i owe you? bill's already beensettled.
bob paid it. you know wherei can find him? over at the freight office. [gun bumps on counter] sorry. right then.i'm on my way. bye. can i talk to you? i'm sorryi doubted you.
doc, if i had beenin your shoes, hearing what you heard, i'd have probably helda gun on me, too. if the offer'sstill open, uh, i'm going overwith you. glad to have you,partner. bobby! hey! how you doing,buddy?
oh, god. hey, doc! this crustyold thing here... oh, welcome!welcome! ...is tex monroe. climb aboard. i'll tell ya,any friend of this manis a friend of mine. come on. i got a lotto tell ya about bobby. come on in here.
now, if you won'thelp him, let me out of here,and i will. you've helped the fbienough already, don't you think? my god, man. he's trying to findhis son. it's a pipe dream,sheriff. buck: jack. i need your help here,jack.
i wish i could help you,buck, but... i-it's a federal thing. by the timeit would take meto get a hearing-- i don't need a hearing.i need you to turn the key. christ, buck. this is the last thingi need on the first day. yes, it is. open the door.
[lock buzzes] you're offto a good start, jack. anything else you need? well, as a matterof fact... there is. yep, we're getting upclose to the pass. trains still getswept away in slidesup here. careful what you touchup there, doc. yes siree.those levers control thembig 4-ton wings out there.
you send one outby accident-- have just a littlebit of trouble gettingthrough the next tunnel. what gives them power? them big air tanksin the main compartment. this always been your job,working this thing? aw, no, no. i just a-haulin'this spreaderover to alamosa. clearing passesain't a job i cotton to. night work, mostly.
cold. oh, god. bobby, he used to clearthese passes up here, though. long time ago, tex. long time ago. aah! aah! anybody got a light? well, i'll be damned. this is the place... where them murders werein amarillo.
the motel in amarillo. been on the newsfor 2 days. did i say something? yeah, tex, you did. hope i didn'tsay nothin' bad. nothing bad, tex. it's just ol' docover there has got me peggedas a killerright about now. what? where'd you geta crazy thoughtlike that?
why, they're lookingfor some young fellawith brown hair... sorta like yours. geez. this here man... is the saltof the earth. the salt of the earth. [gasps] stay right there, doc. let me help him. it's too late.
there's nothingyou can do. aah! bring that packdown here. i'll take the gun. relax, doc. you followed mefrom the motel. actually,from the night before. i watched you check in. the motel was full,
so you shared a roomwith that fella. i didn't stay. i was car shoppingthat night. but by the timeyou came over for breakfastthe next morning, i was back. i heard you askfor a ride. then i paid your friendmr. sutherland a visit. it was a quick visit.
they'll find you. i don't think so. like tex said, they ain't lookin'for me. where's the gun? freeze. i didn't do it. get away from him. look, it was him.
he's the one who did it.he's the one who killed him.i didn't do it. where is he?! what? who? i will kill youto find him. i don't know whatyou're talking about. look out! aah. you made good time,frank. i have to admit,
i was worried for awhilethat you'd make it at all. drop the gunso we can talk civilized. state patrol knowsi'm on this train. they know you're on it. they'll be waitingon the other side. always needing help,aren't you, frank? you didn't start outthat way. in the beginning, when it was just meand you,
it was a challenge. i'd make a move, then you'd make a move. then you haveto start playingthe game unfairly. it never was a game. oh, yes, it was. me against you. then it was me against youand 50 other agents. then 200 agents.
you never seemedto have any trouble. hey, don't bullshit me,frank. so i had to levelthe playing field. that's why i tookyour boy. remember the deal? kill me to find him. you had your chance,frank! you should havetaken it! bye, frank!
[gunshot echoing] [raspy breathing] don't talk. [clank] rest. [louder clank] [clanking] radio: southern pacific,this is denver dispatch.you read me? you got the nerve,doc.
it's time to give it up. [hissing] where's my son? kill me to find him,frank. that was the deal. oh! [helicopter] radio:southern pacific 20-10, this is coloradostate patrol.
try him again. you know,tex is an old fella. just because he doesn'tanswer his radio doesn't mean... you know, that's odd. there's no smokecoming outof that smokestack. sy! sy, get the dispatcher! frank.
back there. take care of this one. is that him? the killer's dead. what about your boy? just hang in there,son. we'll get youto the hospital. he's lost a lot of blood. he's got hypothermia.
help me up. sir, you bettercome here. [speaking spanish] gracias, amigo. he said the citycondemned this place about 2 months ago. ain't nobody lived heresince. he's missing his son. the guy was a killer,frank.
but he wasn't a liar. andy. daddy! [guitar music playing] martina mcbride singing:♪ whoa whoa ♪ ♪ whoa oh oh ♪ ♪ where i usedto have a heart ♪ ♪ feels likea mile-wide ditch ♪ ♪ i got a hole inside ♪
♪ the doctorjust can't stitch ♪ ♪ gone without a trace ♪ ♪ you left a hollow ♪ ♪ place ♪ ♪ there's not a stoneto mark ♪ ♪ where i ♪ ♪ used to have ♪ ♪ a heart ♪ ♪ there were timeswhen i would hold you ♪
♪ and feel the poundin'in my chest ♪ ♪ and nowi'm just as empty ♪ ♪ as a canyonway out west ♪ ♪ that's how deepi loved you ♪ ♪ babe,i love you still ♪ ♪ to the bottomof this space ♪ ♪ i'll never fill ♪ ♪ guess i'll learnto live with ♪ ♪ a different kindof pain ♪
♪ i'm sufferin'from a sickness ♪ ♪ that i cannotgive a name ♪ ♪ it's sucha strange sensation ♪ ♪ i've never feltbefore ♪ ♪ missin' you ♪ ♪ has cut me ♪ ♪ to the core ♪ ♪ you lefta hollow place ♪ ♪ whoa whoa oh oh ♪
♪ whoa oh ho ♪ ♪ oh ooh ♪ [music ends]
