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[intense music playing]
[water dripping]
[music intensifies]
[doorknob clicks]
[stairs creaking]
[door creaking]
["Hell to Pay" playing over stereo]
♪ There's gonna be Hell to pay ♪
♪ At the end of your day ♪
♪ For all your wicked ways ♪
♪ There's gonna be Hell to pay ♪
[music fades]
[Wanda] Keith Jesperson, my favorite driver.
-[Keith] How're you doin'? -[Wanda] Good.
So, what's in the bag?
Uh, just some presents for Cora and the kids from the road.
I miss them when I'm gone.
Aw, that's sweet you spoil them like that.
Yeah, they're only kids for so long.
[Dez] Yeah? Well, my 30-year-old is still living in the garage,
trying to build a better bong.
[chuckling]
Hey, today is the big day. The Mounties are calling.
-[gasps] -Yeah. I am golden.
I studied that test for a year. I nailed it.
Took the physical, nailed it.
And you know what?
I look real good on a horse.
Oh, well, I bet you do. [laughs]
You're not even Canadian, Jesperson.
I was born in Canada, Dez.
It's the most beautiful place in the world.
And it's a better life for me, Cora and the kids.
Aw.
Dudley Do-Right to the rescue, huh?
[scoffs] That's an animated character and a cliche, Dez.
The actual Mounties
are a world-class organization.
Fascinating.
Anyway, I got stuff coming in every day this week,
so I hope you're around a while.
No one ever complains about you.
Except that we don't see enough of you.
-[laughs] Personally speaking, of course. -[Dez scoffs]
Why don't you two get a room?
-[Keith] See you later. -[Wanda] Bye.
-[John] How's Cora and the kids? -A-1.
And she's the best thing that ever came along for you,
you know that, right?
-She is a saint. -[chuckles]
How are you two lovebirds doing?
[sighs] Up and down.
[clears throat] You and me didn't learn a damn thing about marriage, huh?
Except what a lousy idea it was.
[both laughing]
I'm on my way over to help Pop build a deck.
Why don't you come over? Yeah.
[tense music playing]
-[Keith] Sorry. -Oh, no. [stutters] No, I got it.
Hey, you okay?
Yukon, here I come.
[car engine shuts]
[door creaks]
Hey, he's back!
I'm back from the Crusades!
Anyone home?
Where are you guys?
[telephone ringing]
Hello.
Yes, hello, this is Colonel Lemaire,
from the Canadian police, calling from Toronto.
I'm trying to reach Mr. Keith Jesperson.
[sighs] This is Keith speaking.
I've been waiting for your call.
Good afternoon, Mr. Jesperson.
Good afternoon, Colonel.
How is it up there? Perfect, I bet.
Yes, it's very nice up here.
I'm afraid I have some disappointing news, sir.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Well, sir, the RC's have looked over your medical records,
including X-rays of your shoulder,
and I'm very sorry to inform you
we aren't going to be able to move forward with your application.
Uh, no, Colonel, there must be a mistake.
There's nothing wrong with my shoulder.
Someone read the X-ray wrong.
Nonetheless, sir, we cannot dismiss it.
On behalf of the Mounties,
you have my deepest regret, Mr. Jesperson.
I... I don't understand.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Jesperson. -[sighs]
Are you there, sir?
Yeah, I'm here.
Thank... Thank you for the call, sir.
[intense music playing]
[Keith] "Dear Keith, by the time you read this,
I will be at my parents with the kids."
[Cora] After 14 years together,
I can't continue in our marriage.
You know how much we've grown apart.
I never see you. You're always on the road.
[Keith breathing heavily]
[Cora] I've given this a lot of thought,
and I will always care about you, but it's over.
You can call the kids now and then,
but not me.
Cora.
Don't...
[sinister music playing]
Special agent Melinda Gand,
the only reason I stay in the FBI.
What about stopping criminals, Anselo? Protecting America.
I find your patriotism exciting.
I thought you were getting married.
What happened, she get to know you?
You know, Gand, specializing in crimes against women
is taking the romance out of your life.
Is that right?
[Anselo] I sense a secret hunger in you
for something more thrilling
than blood spatter and wiretaps.
We should have dinner and talk about it sometime.
Anselo, I owe you an apology.
See, I was under the mistaken impression
that you were living in this century.
Some people would take what you just said as sexual harassment.
Maybe I should ask Special Agent in Charge Kuttner what he thinks?
All I'm saying is you should join the human race sometime
and go on a date with someone, Gand.
Can't hurt.
Did last time.
[Diane] I'm so sorry, Keith. I'm sure she'll--
No, Cora, she's stubborn.
And I... I really screwed up, Diane.
Guess I worked too hard.
I was just trying to make a living.
I'm sorry.
I already miss the kids so much.
I'm sure they miss you, too.
I didn't mean to hurt them...
or Cora.
We all mess up. [chuckles softly]
You should see my list.
[sighs]
I should get back to work.
[Keith] Thank you so much.
I just really needed someone to talk to.
Anytime.
Hold onto my arm. Here, hold on.
-[children laughing] -[Keith] Hold on.
[indistinct chatter]
[girl shrieks]
[chatter continues on TV]
[Keith] You're both getting too big.
You're too big.
Okay.
[sighs]
-[children laughing] -Let's go.
[laughter continues]
-[keypad clacking] -[sniffles]
[line ringing]
[voicemail] You've reached Cora Jesperson...
[chatter continues on TV]
[intense music playing]
[sniffles]
[line ringing]
[voicemail] You've reached Cora Jesperson.
Please leave a message.
[beep]
Hey, Cora, it's me.
Um...
Just called to say I'm sorry.
You know...
I know I screwed up,
but I wanted you to know that I love you.
And the kids.
I never thought I was a bad father or nothing,
but I do understand that I have to be a...
better husband.
So if it's all right, I'd like to come see you at your folks.
If that's all right.
Let me know. All right, bye.
[slams phone receiver]
[Keith on TV] There you go. Like this.
Gently now. Come on.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
[intense music playing]
[music intensifies]
[door opens, creaks]
[door slams shut]
[car door opens, shuts]
[car engine starts]
["No More Mr. Nice Guy" playing]
[bartender] So she walked out, just like that?
Just like that.
You gotta get back on that horse, pal.
♪ I used to be Such a sweet, sweet thing ♪
♪ 'Til they got ahold of me ♪
♪ I opened doors For little old ladies ♪
Nice shot.
Uh, thanks. I'm a natural.
[chuckles softly] Yes, you are.
What's your name?
Sissy Peyton.
Sissy... I love that name.
Oh, nice one.
-[Sissy] Really? -Yeah.
[Sissy chuckling]
[sighs] Where you from?
I don't live too far.
What's your name?
Keith, which means, "Of the forest."
"Of the forest?"
Like bears?
-Yeah, like bears. -[Sissy chuckles softly]
I love bears.
-Really? -[chuckles]
-[imitates bear growling] -[Sissy laughs]
[Sissy chuckles, gasps]
[moaning]
Oh. Take it easy, Papa Bear. [laughs]
Uh-huh? You want it off?
Yeah.
And what if I don't?
-Don't be like that. -[Sissy chuckles]
Ooh, the forest bear doesn't like that. [chuckling]
[chuckles softly] Why are you calling me that?
[Sissy chuckles]
The forest bear is sad.
[inhales sharply] Mmm. [chuckling]
I just had a really... bad day.
[Sissy chuckling]
[sinister music playing]
[Sissy] Mmm.
[chuckles softly]
[Sissy gasps, chuckles]
Don't touch that.
Ooh... [sighs]
[in sing-song voice] Giddyup. [chuckles]
[sinister music playing]
[Sissy laughing]
I said, don't touch that.
[pigeons cooing]
[Sissy laughing]
I said, put that down.
Faster, faster, they're getting away.
[laughing]
[Sissy continues to laugh]
-[laughing] -[sighs] You know what, Sissy?
[chuckling]
[angrily] You talk too much.
[ominous music playing]
[Sissy screaming]
[dog barking]
[sinister music playing]
[sighs]
[groaning]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
Giddyup.
[car engine starts]
[static buzzing on TV]
Greetings.
How are you today?
I hope I'm in focus.
[chuckles wickedly] That would be a first.
Okay, so let's get started.
Why am I videotaping myself?
Simple.
I'm protecting my reputation.
I want a permanent record of me,
and I don't want some cheesy reporter
getting it all wrong.
To begin with,
I've been misunderstood my whole life.
And I live with that pain,
I try to not let it get me down.
But let me tell you... [exhales sharply]
Every now and then, I get urges,
and I finally acted on them.
And it was...
What's the word I'm looking for?
Exciting.
[chatter over police radio]
[indistinct conversations]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[somber music playing]
Agent Gand, the Bureau appreciates the recent work you did
on the prostitution ring in Spokane.
Thank you, sir.
You made all the difference.
I need you to do that again.
A female body was discovered in Washington,
in a gorge near the Oregon border.
[papers rustling]
[Gand] A happy face.
Drawn in blood?
It appears the murder was committed in Oregon,
but the body dumped in Washington.
With a state line crossed, that makes it an FBI matter.
Local police?
Under-staffed, over-confident.
I need you to get up to Ruskin County, Washington,
meet with Sheriff JD Cotton.
Yes, sir.
Just remember, we're playing chess, they're playing checkers.
Try to make them feel included.
Solve this thing for us, Gand.
Yes, sir.
Are you sure you wanna pack up all this stuff so soon?
Cora will probably change her mind.
Cora won't even return my phone calls,
and I can't keep living here with all her stuff.
Aw... [chuckles]
Please tell me this isn't yours.
I didn't have the heart to get rid of it.
The kids just loved it when they were younger.
[Diane] Yeah.
Hey!
What's this?
It's really pretty.
[intense music playing]
It's Cora's.
[sighs]
[music intensifies]
[imperceptible]
[intense music playing]
Hey, sweetheart. Where are you headed?
[Keith straining]
[sinister music playing]
[music fades]
Look, Agent Gand, these jurisdiction cases
are usually just too many folks at the same party.
It's an interstate matter. The law is the law.
Yeah, I've heard that.
Felicia, can we get some coffee?
Yeah.
With all due respect, Agent Gand, I actually have done this before,
so you being here may be overkill.
The government prefers to be thorough.
Well, good for them.
How do you take your coffee, Special Agent Gand?
That's okay, hon, I can take it from here.
I think we can figure out coffee,
we've got an FBI agent on the premises.
How long you been an FBI agent?
-Eleven years. -Ah, right.
Well, I've been sheriff of this county 17.
Every time there's a murder,
six in the last nine years, I've caught 'em and got convictions.
That's very impressive.
Look, if Uncle Sam wants to waste taxpayer money
bringing in the FBI, I can't stop him.
But this isn't Mayberry,
and I'm not Andy.
I'd like to see the body.
[intense music playing]
Her blood?
Yeah.
I can also confirm time of death
was 48 to 56 hours ago, Agent Gand.
We still haven't ID'd her.
FBI will run a thorough DNA match.
And look at this.
From a place called O'Finn's Tavern, in Portland.
Whoever did this had strong hands.
The wounds all indicate that. [sighs]
The strangulation marks are pretty severe.
Euphoric rage.
The murderer savors the struggle.
It's highly personal, no weapons used.
It's intimate.
I'll need you to check for latent prints in the blood
on this marking here.
You got it.
A happy face...
It's a taunt.
He thinks he's smarter than everybody else,
that he can't get caught.
Any leads, Sheriff?
So far, we got three clues.
One, the bloody happy face.
Two, the stamp on the back of the victim's hand from O'Finn's Tavern,
which tells us she was in Oregon when she was murdered,
and three, the zipper from her jeans was cut out.
Probably a souvenir for the killer.
I've seen that before.
May also be a deliberately false detail to distract us.
Well, even still,
we find who has that part of her jeans,
might be our killer.
We have to contact the police in Portland
and see who's been reported missing.
I'll have my team investigate the dump site here in Washington.
[Keith] Oh.
That looks delicious.
[Diane chuckles softly] Well, it's a treat for me.
I don't get to bake for anyone anymore.
[sighs] I can't tell you the last time I had a home-cooked meal.
[chuckles softly] I mean, all I eat on the road is junk.
How you holding up?
I'm all right, I mean...
It's a little weird living here alone,
but I'm not one to complain. [chuckles softly]
[pensive music playing]
Forks?
-[chuckles] -[chuckling] Yeah. Sure.
[cutlery clinking]
[intense music playing]
[Diane breathes heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
[cash register dings]
[cash drawer shuts]
[mysterious music playing]
[man] Is that you, Jesperson?
[Keith chuckles]
I thought you two were honeymooning in Honolulu.
This guy... Good one.
Hey, hey, it's the Mountie.
I know you?
You still keep that stupid postcard
of Dudley Do-Right on your visor? [laughing]
[inhales sharply] Hey, I got myself a new boyfriend,
and it's the real thing.
And I'm gonna go out on the road with him. [chuckles]
And let me tell you something, Mr. Mountie,
weirdo truck driver man.
He's screwing me way better than you.
[intense music playing]
[cat meowing]
I remember you now.
You're the one that always wears a flea collar.
Maybe I'm too sensitive sometimes,
but when people get cute and sarcastic with me,
I see red.
[exhales sharply]
And that's when they have to pay.
And if I don't get the respect I'm due,
it's gonna go downhill real fast.
Do you recognize this girl?
[rock music playing through speakers]
No.
Really?
She had your bar's name stamped on her hand.
It's not my business.
[Gand] See, that's unfortunate, for you.
Because by not cooperating with an FBI agent,
I could arrest you for impeding a federal investigation,
which has a penalty, last time I looked,
of five years in prison.
Or I could give you a second chance.
Since I don't want your stupid ass clogging up the justice system.
Which would you prefer?
[shuts drawer]
She used to come around here.
She was in the other night, she left with some guy.
What's her name?
Sissy Peyton.
Thank you.
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, Di.
Miss me? [chuckles softly]
I've been thinking of you all day.
Well, I miss you, too.
How long are you gonna be away for?
I'll be home in a few days.
[Diane] Oh. Yeah, that's great.
Listen, it's getting a little busy,
I'm gonna have to jump back on the road.
-I'll call you later. -Okay.
[Diane] Um... uh, take care, and we'll talk soon.
[Keith] Okay. Bye.
Bye.
[line disconnects]
Nice rig.
Where you headed?
I was hoping to get to the market today, get her formula.
The least I could do is give a mother a lift.
[Candy] Yeah?
That's sweet.
My name's Candy.
Candy.
That's her. That's Sissy.
Can you cover her, please?
It was just a matter of time.
Now I won't have to worry about her anymore.
I'm sorry, Ms. Peyton, she didn't deserve this.
[voice trembling] Who did it?
We're doing our best to find out.
May I help you?
I know who killed Sissy Peyton.
How do you know that?
[Delores] I was there.
Me and my boyfriend.
We did it.
[tense music playing]
[doorknob rattles]
FBI. Are you Bud Skinner?
Yeah.
Hey, whoa. [grunts] Hey!
Mr. Skinner, you're under arrest
for the murder of Sissy Peyton.
[Bud] Murder? Are you kidding me?
Hey. [grunts]
[eerie music playing]
[Keith breathing heavily]
Oh. Thank you.
I'm sorry. [sighing]
$150 sound about right?
I just offered to take you to the market.
I didn't ask you to do that.
I made you feel good.
Now you're making me feel bad.
How about this?
I give you $20 so you can buy formula for your baby,
and you get outta my truck.
I know what I'm worth.
I'm good at what I do.
I'm calling the cops and telling 'em you raped me, you loser.
[intense music playing]
Are you gonna pay me or not, you freak?
[Candy gasps]
[choking]
[coughing]
-[gasps] No. Please don't hurt me. -[baby crying]
-[Candy] Please, don't hurt me! -[baby continues crying]
[Candy choking]
Please leave me. [whimpering]
[coughing]
[baby crying]
[Candy sighs]
[baby crying]
Leave.
[Candy breathing heavily]
[truck engine starts]
[newscaster] Delores Parnicke and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner,
have been arrested in the strangulation murder
of Portland woman, Sissy Peyton,
whose body was found by hikers in a forested area near the Columbia gorge.
Authorities report Parnicke has confessed
to taking part in the murder and has implicated Skinner.
[mysterious music playing]
[toilet flushing]
[sighs]
[scribbling]
[Keith] I killed Sissy Peyton,
October 12th, in Portland, Oregon.
I beat her to death,
raped her, and I loved it.
Yes, I am sick,
but I enjoy myself, too.
People took the blame, and I'm free,
so I can kill again.
Ripped the zipper off the jeans.
Proof.
[Keith] Hey!
Don't be mad.
What are you doing here?
[sighs] I missed you, I missed the kids.
Okay, look, I want you to leave.
Okay.
Can I just see 'em?
Just for a second, please?
Please.
Okay.
But after that, I really want you to leave.
All right.
Okay.
Thank you.
[sighs]
[Cora] Kids, your father's here.
[children giggling]
-Dad! -[Keith] Hey, buddy. How are you?
-Daddy! -[Keith] Hi.
I missed you so much.
Look, I got you presents, look.
-Ladies first. -Thanks, Daddy!
-[Keith] And I got you a new glove. -[boy] Awesome!
-How you guys been? -[both] Good.
[Keith] Come here, come here.
Come here, honey.
[children giggling]
[Keith sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Delores, tell me again what happened.
John called, said he picked up this girl at a bar,
and, so that we could have a three-way, and...
things got rough, and he raped her.
He killed her, and we dumped her body
off the highway near the Columbia gorge.
What's really going on here, Delores?
Are you just saying this because Bud treats you bad,
he beats you, you want to pin this on him as payback?
He'll get what he deserves for what he's done.
To you or to Sissy?
How did he kill her?
Rope.
What else?
Gloves. Duct tape.
Like the ones I found in your apartment?
It was almost like you wanted me to find that stuff.
Bud must've hid it.
Ask him.
Delores, if you're trying to set up an innocent man--
He's not innocent.
Of anything.
[Gand] Tell me about the signature left on Sissy's body.
What does it mean? Whose idea was it?
Delores...
I know what you're doing.
I understand why you're doing it.
But Bud didn't kill this girl.
The real killer is still out there,
and he is going to kill again.
Please help me.
I've told you everything I know.
[Keith] So, get this.
Some whack-job named Delores Parnicke
told the cops that her and her boyfriend killed Sissy Peyton,
which is a miracle,
since they didn't!
I did! I killed her!
They're trying to take the damn credit?
It was me.
[knocking on door]
Yeah?
Someone found this on the bathroom wall at a truck stop in Burlington.
Cops there took these.
[mysterious music playing]
Felicia...
see if any of the papers ever mentioned
the missing zipper from Sissy's pants?
[Keith] Hey.
Can you... Can you sit for a minute? Please?
Sure.
-[Keith] Good. -[Diane sighs]
[Diane] I thought maybe you forgot about me.
What you been up to?
Not much.
Just driving around, thinking.
Oh, yeah? About what?
[Keith] Well, I've been mostly thinking about me...
and you.
[both chuckle]
Wow.
I really want you to spend more time at my place.
I just feel so much better when you're there.
Everything is better.
[softly] Okay.
[siren wailing]
You lost me, Agent Gand.
Someone writes a confession on a bathroom wall,
and you consider that evidence left by the killer?
It had details only the killer would know.
Delores couldn't even describe the happy face signature.
Circumstantial.
Call me old-fashioned,
but I like my evidence in the real and hard variety.
Listen, Agent Gand, as district attorney,
I see a lot of guilt and innocence coming and going,
and on this one, the fat lady has sung,
and her name is Delores Parnicke.
Now, she signed a confession, stating her involvement
in the killing of Sissy Peyton.
Innocent people confess.
-So do guilty people. -I think she's lying.
Really? Why?
What then, she read about Sissy's murder?
Why confess to something she didn't do?
She wanted out.
I found a book in their apartment
about how to leave an abusive relationship.
She formulated a plan, she implicated her boyfriend.
I believe that she planted evidence in their apartment.
[Levi] Here's the thing, Agent Gand,
if you want to get Delores and her boyfriend, Bud Skinner, out of jail,
then you're gonna have to work harder,
and give me some evidence that actually means something.
I'm on your side, and I'm all for truth and justice,
but I like evidence even better.
-[knocking at door] -[Levi] Yeah?
Thanks.
Bud Skinner failed his polygraph.
Convinced?
[ominous music playing]
[scribbling]
[chatter over police radio]
[Gand] I won't let him get away with this, Summer,
I promise you.
[Cotton] Agent Gand.
[Gand reading] "I killed Sissy and I did this one, too.
Maybe this time you believe I am still out here"
Really starting to piss me off.
[sighs]
-Hi. -[Keith] Hi.
-[Diane chuckles softly] -[Keith kisses] Ah.
This may sound crazy, but...
the last few weeks have been some of the best days of my life.
And there's just something inside me changing.
What do you mean?
I'm falling in love with you.
I am... I am in love with you,
and I hope you feel the same way about me.
Yeah. I do.
I just was afraid to say it first. [chuckles softly]
[Keith chuckles]
Okay, so, once these papers are signed,
I'd love to get married again.
What are you saying?
Well, if you'll have me...
Will you be my wife?
Yes!
-Yeah? -Yes! [laughing excitedly]
[Diane chuckling]
[newscaster] Now the latest in the brutal slaying of Sissy Peyton.
Delores Parnicke has confessed
that her boyfriend Bud Skinner killed Peyton,
and that Parnicke was an eyewitness.
According to authorities,
Skinner has denied the allegations.
The lurid case has brought notoriety to Parnicke
for her role as the alleged accomplice in this brutal slaying...
They've got it all wrong.
[groans]
I did it.
[sighs]
[Keith] I would like to tell my story.
I am two people,
and sometimes, the bad one is in charge.
When I'm my bad self, women better be careful.
Remember Sissy Peyton?
Met her at O'Finn's Tavern
and raped her and beat her up real bad.
I strangled her and ended her life.
This turned me on. I got high.
Painted happy face on her chest.
Told you it was time to believe that I'm out here.
Met another one at a truck stop in Kennewick, Summer Northen.
Long brown hair, country girl.
My mind went wild
with the thought of a sex slave.
Told her she was gonna die
and slowly strangled her with my belt.
I felt so much power.
Dropped the body out in a field by a pile of wood.
Red lipstick. Drew a happy face on some plywood.
I want the world to know that this is my crime,
just like Sissy.
Whoever you think did it, you are wrong.
It was me.
[Diane moaning]
[kissing]
[breathing heavily]
[Keith panting]
Hi.
Is everything okay?
-Yeah. Everything's fine. -[Diane] Mmm.
I miss you so much when you're on the road.
I miss you, too.
[Keith exhales]
I brought you some coffee.
Oh, thank you.
[Felicia] It's personal with you, isn't it?
Yes.
Two years after I became an agent,
my sister Alison was murdered.
She'd just gotten married,
and, one day, she went missing.
I don't even really know what happened.
I never found out who did it.
I'm sorry.
You asked me to check the papers
to see if Sissy's zipper was ever mentioned.
It wasn't.
-[knocking on door] -You got a sec?
-[Gand] Yeah. -These letters just came in.
Showed up on my desk and sent to the papers.
Written by some nut, signed with a happy face.
It's not some nut, it's him.
When are you gonna let this go?
The FBI lab confirmed
handwriting on the plywood by Summer's body,
the handwriting in the truck stop restroom were a match.
Now, Bud and Delores were in custody when Summer was murdered.
How do you explain that?
It's a copycat.
But the scrawl in the restroom mentioned the missing zipper.
That's a detail only the killer would know.
That is very interesting,
but it doesn't change anything.
I've got some other news.
Bud has entered a plea. He's agreed to 15 years.
Now, does that sound like something an innocent man would do?
The only thing I know...
is that the person who did this is still out there.
Well unless you can prove it, we're done here.
Delores has confessed.
Bud has pled.
This is over, Agent Gand.
[reporter] In a case that continues to astound,
authorities have confirmed that Bud Skinner
murdered Sissy Peyton
as his girlfriend, Delores Parnicke watched.
But troubling new twists have surfaced,
and it now appears someone dubbed the "Happy Face Killer"
is taking credit for the murder, as well as others,
and may or may not be a copycat.
-Whatever the truth is... -[cell phone ringing]
...the entire Pacific Northwest is on edge,
and asking itself, who is the Happy Face Killer?
A letter just came for you, Agent Gand.
[mysterious music playing]
[Keith] Dear FBI Agent Gand.
I've written to everybody else,
and I read in the paper
about how you are the lead investigator,
so maybe you will listen to me.
Skinner and Parnicke had nothing to do with anything,
and they are pathetic liars.
It was all me,
and I feel like I'm being treated wrong.
I hope you believe me.
I deserve that, because I'm telling the truth.
[pen scribbling]
[Keith] Maybe sometime we could meet.
Good luck with everything.
More to come. Sincerely yours.
[intense music playing]
Cotton.
We need to interview people at the truck stops along the interstate.
[intense music playing]
[groans softly]
[groans]
Have a nice day.
[muffled groans]
[Becky continues groaning]
[muffled screaming]
[cell phone ringing]
[line connects]
-Hey, Di. -[Diane] Hi.
Honey, I was thinking that
we could have our honeymoon in Lake Tahoe.
Oh. Yeah.
Yeah, that... that sounds great.
[Diane] And when we're married,
I could quit my job and ride in the truck with you,
and go everywhere you go.
Yeah, well, let's talk about that.
-Okay. -[Keith] Listen, sweetie, I gotta run.
Talk to you later.
[cell phone thuds]
[sighs]
[Taffy groans softly]
That was nice, sweetie. [chuckles softly]
[Keith] I'd recognize that ass anywhere.
Oh, my God, Keith, I was just thinkin' about you.
How you been?
Busy.
[Taffy] So, where you headed?
Everywhere.
Ah, imagine that. That's where I'm headed.
[chuckles softly]
As long as you aren't the Happy Face Killer.
Darlin', do I look like the Happy Face Killer?
[chuckles softly] You're good... Oh!
You look good, baby. You been exercising?
Here and there.
Oh, great postcard. I love Mounties.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
I remember.
[Candy] I met him at a truck stop in Mount Ruskin.
I was with my baby.
Me and him were gonna party in his rig.
He tried to strangle me,
but I got away.
Is your baby all right?
Other than having me for a mother?
Yeah, she's fine.
Candy...
are you willing to press assault charges against him?
Do you know his name?
Keith Jesperson.
[Taffy moaning]
[both moaning]
[Taffy] You're still the best.
[exhales] That's not what you said last time.
Come on, no way.
No, you did. You insulted me,
and the Mountie postcard I have clipped on my visor.
You had no right to do that.
Insensitivity is the modern plague.
It brings out the worst in people.
So, uh, I'll just get a cab.
[Keith] No. No, you won't.
[Taffy gasps]
♪ I can't see me Lovin' nobody but you... ♪
[Taffy whimpering]
♪ For all my life... ♪
-[Keith grunting] -[Taffy whimpering]
♪ The skies'll be blue ♪
♪ For all my life... ♪
[choking]
[gagging]
[Taffy exhales, stops struggling]
♪ Me and you And you and me... ♪
[Keith sighs]
♪ No matter How they toss the dice ♪
♪ It had to be ♪
♪ The only one for me is you And you for me ♪
♪ So happy together ♪
[music fades]
[sighs]
They say abusive behavior toward animals
is one of the first symptoms that you're on the road
to becoming a serial killer, or a murderer.
You know, I never thought of it that way.
I never thought of it, like, I was abusing animals.
I just enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching them die.
When I looked at those things
that are so scared and trembling,
and just watch the life leave them...
I got off on it.
Just like I did with Taffy.
Anyway, there isn't much difference
between killing an animal and killing a human being.
I mean, you get to the point where
killing something is nothing.
Let's face it, being alive is what kicks your ass.
So, be careful out there.
Look over your shoulder,
because I may be closer than you think.
Hunters say their dogs found the body.
[chatter over police radio]
There's no happy face.
Might not be him.
It's him.
He's just doing it different.
[mysterious music playing]
[door opens]
Mr. Jesperson, I'm FBI Special Agent Melinda Gand.
Well, it's an honor to meet anyone from the FBI.
You can call me Keith.
[Gand] Okay.
We brought you in today to ask some questions.
We appreciate your cooperation.
You mind if I record this?
Fire away.
Have you ever been to the O'Finn's Tavern in Portland?
Yeah. A while ago.
Used to shoot pool there and get some beers.
Spend any time with a woman named Sissy Peyton?
No.
She was strangled and tossed into a ravine,
a happy face scrawled on her.
[sighs] I heard about that.
Sissy was last seen at O'Finn's Tavern.
Did you meet her?
-No. -[Gand] You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Wait. Didn't I read that some couple killed her?
Have you ever been to the Turlock,
or Mount Ruskin, or Kennewick truck stops?
Yeah, all the time. They're right along in my main route.
You meet a Summer Northen?
Or Taffy Billings?
No.
Do you recall meeting a woman named Candy?
She had a baby.
At the Mount Ruskin truck stop?
Candy claims that you tried to sexually assault her, tried to kill her.
So, that's what this is about?
[chuckles] Look, I'm no angel.
But Candy's a working girl,
and we got together. That's it.
She wants to press charges against me?
You think anyone's gonna believe some lot lizard whore in court?
[chuckles] Good luck.
[Gand chuckles softly]
[Keith scoffs]
You recognize this?
No.
It's a letter that you sent to me, Keith,
signed by the Happy Face Killer.
In it, it says, "Maybe we'll meet sometime."
Here I am.
Am I under arrest?
'Cause if not, I've gotta get back out there,
gotta make a living.
No, you're not under arrest.
Not yet.
I didn't write that letter.
I know you want to find this killer
and I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.
It's been a pleasure.
[sighs]
[siren wailing]
[imperceptible]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
Just when I thought things were starting to go my way,
FBI Special Agent Melinda Gand
had to come along and ruin everything.
I mean, the FBI did have to send their best to get me,
so I'm flattered,
but once she got involved with the investigation,
it made me nervous.
She brought me in,
made me think she must be close, right?
I hated how she screwed with me.
And it started to feel like
she was watching my every move.
One more worthless,
uncaring bitch messing up my life.
You gotta admit, it's pretty ironic
that they sent a woman after me.
God has one messed up sense of humor.
[Cora] Keith was always sad,
and lost.
His childhood was pretty much a nightmare. He...
He said his father made him torture animals.
Electrocuted him even.
The kids at school tormented him.
What was your marriage like?
He was a caring father.
Cora...
do you think Keith could hurt women?
He never touched me or the kids.
I mean, I know he had affairs,
but if you ask me,
his problem with women is that he likes them too much.
I kind of like this one.
My grandmother used to have silverware like that.
She gave it away.
[chuckles] Do you like it?
Keith?
I like it if you like it.
I do.
Now, this one is my favorite.
Silverware with little tree limbs.
Yeah, it's perfect.
I like it. [chuckles softly]
Good.
Perfect.
So, would you consider Keith to be a violent person?
It was just the way that we were raised.
[sighs]
My brother got the worst of it
and probably took a lot of it off of me.
You were spared?
Maybe, yeah.
I talked to Cora.
She told me about your childhood.
Sounded pretty rough.
It was.
With Keith, it wasn't just about the abuse, though.
He just always wanted to be somebody else.
He could never control his emotions
and the rage.
I think he came into the world like that.
Everybody thinks they're special.
Everyone thinks they're smart.
But you're not.
You're either the wolf or the sheep.
All right, listen, listen, hear me out, this is important.
As far as killing goes, and getting away with it,
here's the key.
When you're trying to dump a body,
but your real adversary isn't the police,
it's actually the public.
So, if you don't want to get caught,
make sure you have no links to the victim,
and then take their body
far, far away.
Time and distance is the main trick,
and if you get that right,
well, abracadabra!
[siren wailing]
Dez, there's someone here to see you.
Mr. Whitman. Melinda Gand, FBI.
Can we talk privately?
[keypad beeping]
[telephone ringing]
-Hey. -[Keith] Dez, it's Keith.
What's up?
Not much.
-How are you? -I'm kinda busy here.
Got any runs for me?
Uh, let me take a look, and I'll, uh, call you right back.
Dez, if you get any runs, I could really use one now. All right?
[Dez] Gotta go.
[sighs]
[woman 1 on radio] Police continue to investigate
the brutal slayings of several young women...
[man 1 on radio] ...left his signature happy face
drawn in blood on his victims at crime scenes.
[woman 2 on radio] Ongoing investigation...
[man 2 on radio] Top criminal psychologists
describe him as someone who is...
[indistinct chatter on radio]
[radio stops]
[cell phone ringing]
[line ringing]
[call disconnects]
[truck engine shuts off]
[door slams shut]
You didn't answer the phone.
Diane, I... [sighs]
I just got busy. That's... that's all it is.
[Diane] It's not just that, honey.
You say you're going away for a certain period of time
and you don't come back when you say you will.
It's just, I have all these wedding plans to make
and decisions to make,
and you're never around.
And you don't answer your phone.
You're right, I'm sorry.
It's just, I'm forced to make these decisions by myself,
and it's stressing me out.
[sighs]
I need you to be around.
And if you don't answer your phone,
how can I ask you about anything?
I said I'm sorry.
Okay?
I just got busy.
Yeah, you keep saying that.
The dispatcher...
tells me what to do.
That's where I go.
Just trying to make a living.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. You're right.
I'm so sorry.
Keith?
What?
What is it? Tell me.
Why don't you ever tell me anything?
Don't be like that.
Don't be like what?
Let's start over.
I'm starving.
What's in the fridge?
Nothing!
I think we should postpone the wedding.
Why is it that all women cause trouble?
[scoffs]
You know what, you don't want to see this.
[muffled groans]
[ominous music playing]
[Cotton] Just got a call.
A woman named Diane Loftin is missing from her job at a diner.
She's engaged to Keith Jesperson.
[sirens wailing]
[chatter over police radio]
[intense music playing]
[door creaking]
I'm sorry, Diane.
-[brakes squeal] -[truck engine shuts off]
[truck door closes]
[keypad beeping]
[line ringing]
[beep]
Hey, Dez, it's Keith again.
I just want you to know,
if there are any runs, I'm available.
Here's the plan, when Jesperson calls his dispatcher,
he'll be directed to a location.
Myself, Sheriff Cotton, Agent Anselo, and our team will be there.
Timing is key.
Any questions?
These women mattered.
Let's bring him in.
[keypad beeping]
[Keith] Hey, Dez.
It's Keith. Is anybody looking for me?
[Dez] What are you talking about?
Like who? You paranoid or something?
-What's your problem? -Nothing.
Listen, I just really could use a run right now.
Find out where he is.
Tell him to stay put, you'll call him with something.
[Keith] Are you there, Dez? Dez?
Course I'm here. Where do I ever go?
Stop messing with me!
All right, hold tight, and I'll get right back to you.
[truck horn blares]
[gasps]
[truck engine shuts off]
[breathing heavily]
Got it.
-[phone beeps] -Call him.
Look, I know this is fun and all, Agent Gand,
but I'm not gonna get killed, am I?
Call him and give him this location.
[cell phone ringing]
[line connects]
Hey, Dez.
[Dez] You're in luck.
Klingman Industrial Warehouse for pickup.
What am I picking up?
Uh, three tons galvanized steel, six tons of I-beams.
Keith?
You want it or not, Keith?
Keith, you want it or not?
What's the address?
[intense music playing]
Hi, John.
Well, it seems like my luck has run out.
I'll never be able to enjoy life on the outside again.
I got into a bad situation
and my emotions caught up with me.
I killed a woman in my truck during an argument,
and with all the evidence against me, I guess
I truly am the black sheep of the family.
The court will appoint me a lawyer and there will be a trial,
and I'm sure they'll kill me for this.
-[John sobbing] -[Keith] Now...
I'm sorry... that things turned out this way.
I've been a killer for some time.
I've killed eight people,
assaulted more.
I guess I haven't really learned anything.
[engine revving]
[mysterious music playing]
[truck engine shuts off]
How you doin'?
Just leave the rig here.
We'll get the paperwork going.
[Anselo] Freeze! Don't move!
[sirens wailing]
[tires screeching]
Hands behind your head, Jesperson.
[Gand] You're under arrest
for the murder of Diane Loftin.
I didn't kill her.
Yeah, you did.
Just like you killed Sissy Peyton and all the others.
You can't prove that.
I know you're the Happy Face Killer.
That's ridiculous.
Get him out of here.
[Keith breathing heavily]
[grunting]
I really am sorry
that we didn't have any time together alone.
[chatter over police radio]
Agent Gand?
Something to remember us by.
[Cotton] That's a big honor.
She guards those with her life.
Thank you.
Thanks, Felicia.
[Felicia chuckles softly]
You know what?
I would've made a hell of a Mountie.
But, well, their loss.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Come on. [grunts]
[eerie music playing]
[intense music playing]