The Mail Lady 2

No. No!

Renee!

He's back up.

Prepare for a full trauma assessment.

We need to look for internal bleeding

and any signs of infection.

Where's my wife?

Let's get an ultrasound going and set up IV antibiotics.

And sedate him again.

Is anyone gonna talk to me?

Is my wife alive? Just tell me that!

Right now, we are focused on saving your life.

milligram setting.

You don't know if she's alive?

This is my fault, this can't end like this.

You need to calm down.

We need to check you for internal bleeding,

other serious threats.

Just tell me about my fucking wife!

Mr. Culver, I don't know your wife's status.

The sooner you let us work,

the sooner we can find out, okay?

I can't sit here and let her die.

You're gonna be all right.

Come on, we gotta check this out.

Get a blood pressure cuff on this man.

I gotta know.

Okay, he's out, come on, let's get (indistinct).

Motherfuck!

Mr. Culver?

How are you feeling?

Forget about me.

How's my wife?

You and your wife both escaped death tonight,

but narrowly.

Your injury was nearly fatal,

inches from an artery.

We managed to control the bleeding and get you stitched up.

You'll need some time to heal, but you'll recover just fine.

What about Renee?

Mrs. Culver is stabilized, but

she is in a coma.

She lost a lot of blood and it was touch and go for a while.

Try to rest, Derek.

You need your strength, too.

Hi, Mr. Culver,

I'm Detective Meyers,

this is my partner, Detective Park.

Just wanna ask you a few questions

about what happened last night.

Tell me you found her.

Take it easy.

Just, uh...

Yeah, get up.

Please.

Take it easy.

Try to tell us what you can remember.

Her name is Sloan Redding.

She broke into my house.

She stabbed me right here.

She aimed a gun at my kids and my wife,

who's in the same hospital right now,

fighting for her life, took a bullet for me.

We understand that Sloan was your mail lady.

I mean, why all of a sudden

do you think she'd break in home and do this?

This wasn't all of a sudden,

this has been building up for months.

She's a very sick and crazy woman.

She's been stalking me

so much.

She's obsessed with me.

Well, unfortunately, Ms. Redding is still missing.

And we were able to set up a large perimeter

so we can monitor all ways in and out of the city.

Please, tell us in detail, the best detail you can,

what we should be looking for.

What was she wearing?

Everything.

Red paint mixed with black and green.

Like an army devil?

Yes, that's it.

Her right eye is swollen.

My wife beat the shit out of her with a bookend.

Yeah, they did mention

that there was a lot of Ms. Redding's blood,

but there was no trace of her ever leaving.

I mean, the car that's registered in her name

was still parked outside.

No sign of her on any neighboring security cameras

and no witnesses so far.

What are you implying?

We're not implying anything just yet.

Just given the evidence,

we have to explore all possibilities.

What evidence?

My wife is the one who called it in.

You ain't listened to the 911 tapes?

Not yet.

Did you talk to my kids?

You got witnesses right there.

We did.

In fact, they corroborated this bizarre account perfectly,

which is what we figured would happen after we heard this.

Now while they were investigating the crime scene,

this started playing in your living room.

Mommy, no.

What did you do to her?

Stop all that goddamn crying.

- Daddy. - Look,

we gotta get our story straight.

Say it was the mail lady.

- What? - Say she ran in here

looking psycho with red paint on her face.

She shot your mom and she stabbed me.

Daddy, you stabbed yourself.

You told your kids to say it was the mail lady.

You gonna be next if you don't do

what the fuck I just said.

Now who did this?

The mail lady.

And she came here looking like a army devil,

right?

Right? - Yes, like an army devil.

- And what else? - With red paint on her face.

That's not me, that's a deep fake.

You gotta believe me.

Look, Mr. Culver,

if there's something you wanna tell us,

right now is the time, because if we find a body,

there's no way we can have sympathy for you

You won't find her body.

You need to be out there looking for her right now

before she get away. - Okay.

Just relax.

If what you're saying is true, she won't get far, okay?

We'll be in touch.

Renee, I'm so sorry.

Mr. Culver?

Yes.

Um, your kids are here.

Would, would you like them to come in?

No, not right now.

They can't see her like this.

Okay.

I love you, okay?

Daddy!

Hey, my little brave ones.

I missed y'all so much.

We missed you too.

Ah.

Hey, sis. - Hey.

Thanks for taking care of my little ones for me.

Of course, bro.

How, how's Mommy?

She's okay.

Y'all can't go see her yet,

but the doctors are...

They're doing a good job of taking care of her.

What about that woman?

Did they, did they get her yet?

I should have seen it, Renee.

I should have done better.

I let that demon into our home.

Now you the one laying there paying the price.

I should have talked to you and told you I was unhappy,

and told you that I felt like we were drifting away.

Instead, I kept it all inside, let it build up.

Then she came along.

It needs to be perfect.

She seemed normal at first.

Then I realized

she was crazy.

She preyed on me.

Please God,

I know I don't deserve it,

but please, give her back to me.

You said the prayer offered in faith