Red Letters

Delta 213 for the commercial allotment

Marrone Irrigation, 187 Diablo Road.

Delta 213, copy.

Alpha 129 and 130 for the domestic.

133 Davis Avenue, neighbors report loud screaming.

Ten-four.

Copy that.

Bravo 418, report to headquarters.

See Sergeant Ford in CID.

Ten-four.

Echo 45 traffic.

Echo 45, go ahead with your traffic.

Moving out to cornerof Franklyn and the bottom

of the blackboard escape, security tag Sam Robert Nancy.

One-five Sam, occupied one car.

- Ten-four, Echo 45.

All units, be on the lookout for Ryan Hughes, age 76.

White male, approximately 5'5",

wearing black shirt and jeans.

Last seen front yard 40 Steen Street.

Subject suffers from dementia.

- Echo 45 for person check.

Echo 45, go ahead with your person check.

- Donald Adams, common spelling.

White male, 9-16-56.

Echo 45, no warrants on your subject.

Charlie 116, respond to MarroneIrrigation, 187 Diablo Road.

Backup Delta 213 on the road to alarm call.

- Charlie 116, seven minutes out.

- Copy, Charlie 116.

Delta 213, I'mon the scene, hold the channel.

- Ten-four, Delta 213.

All units, code six, hold the air for the unit responding

to the alarm call on Diablo Road.

Charlie 116, what is your ETA?

- Two minutes out, Dispatch.

- Copy, Charlie 116.

Delta 213, if you're trying to transmit,

move to another location, we're only getting static.

Delta 213, we cannot copy you.

Delta 213?

Charlie 116, upgrade your response to code three.

Charlie 116, I'm driving as fast as I can.

Delta 213?

Delta 213?

Dispatch, be advised I have an open door to the business.

Step it up, Charlie 116.

Any available units in the area

of Diablo Road, respond code three to Marrone Irrigation.

Echo 45, ten-eight,en route to Diablo Road.

Copy, Echo 45.

Delta 213.

That was seven days ago.

They got nothing.

No sign of Deputy Cooper anywhere.

All they found was a large pool of blood.

That the FBI claim belonged to several people?

Except, none from Deputy Cooper.

- Yeah, from all across the country.

One as far away as Alaska.

Emily Whitsen, Buffalo.

She got on a train to New York City and never arrived.

All the surveillance cameras at the stations confirm that

she never exited the train.

Thought to have jumped at some point, committing suicide.

It wasn't suicide.

Roger Tortons.

Missing six months, Detroit Michigan.

He saw it coming.

Martha Tanners, Anchorage.

Last seen three years ago walking into an old antique store.

She didn't see it comin'.

Carl Morganstein.

Richmond, Virginia.

He followed his dog out into the woods.

Three days later, they find the dog,

whimpering outside a small cave.

Very painful.

- So how does the blood of these people

end up in a warehouse in New Jersey?

Not my concern.

You didn't see anything else in those visions of yours

that could help direct me?

No.

Deputy Cooper.

Seven years on the job.

Doesn't have a bad mark on his record.

Loved by the community.

Married his childhood sweetheart.

They got a couple small kids.

And the sheriff calls me becausethey hit these dead-ends.

And now the FBI is throwing out this theory that

Cooper has a chick on the side he's having an affair with,

and because he's broke, he decides to fake his own death,

and, uh, run away.

Yeah, it's a stretch.

The sheriff, he knew about our work on the Campbell case

in North Carolina, so he tracksme down, asks for my help.

On the down-low, of course.

Can't have guys like you and I involved.

Ah, guys like you.

I'm not involved.

You keep forgettin' I'm retired?

He loves this kid like a son and he's asking for our help.

No, he's asking you for help.

The warehouse sits on apartial of land that has a long

history of bizarre tragedies and, uh,

disturbing events.

I thought you might be interested.

I'm not.

North Carolina almost killed me.

I said "no more" then, and I'm sayin' "no more" now.

I'm done chasin' the devil.

Well, I'm not.

- That's interesting, considering,

you don't even believe in the devil.

No, but I do believe there is a lot of horrible people

in the world that use him as an excuse to do what they do.

- Like that 12-year-old little girl,

who shot you seven times in the chest?

Look, I appreciate the financialsupport the last few years.

I really do.

It's the only reason I got on a plane

and come out here and help, but...

I did that.

I'm done.

I'm goin' home.

- There's no one else that I trust

to help me with something like this.

- I've seen enough of this stuff.

I just can't do it anymore.

- All this faith talk over the years, huh?

Always yammering on about how much faith you got,

and how much faith I need.

But look at you, you're too scared to help an old friend.

Damn right I'm scared.

My faith doesn't make me stupid.

You're not scared because you don't believe,

and that makes you dangerous.

I don't believe, because I worked murders,

and kids being raped, for 16 years of my life.

So, yeah, I don't think there's this magical,

loving god, up above.

Not one who would let that hurt happen.

Deep down, you and I both know where this leads.

And it ain't to no happy ending.

I have no desire to go back to that hell again.

I can't go to battle with you on this one, brother.

Fine.

I'll do it alone.

Mike.

I need you on this.

I'll never ask again, I promise.

24 hours.

I'll stay and help with the interviews.

But that's it.

I'm on a plane tomorrow.

First up, Deputy Cooper's best friend, Scott.

Also a cop, he was first on the scene that night.

He agreed to talk with us.

Off the record.

Why'd he wanna meet this far outside of town?

Small town cop.

Intimidated by the big FBI.

Seen that before.

A lot.

That it?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, it's me!

I'm Deputy Scott Crenshaw.

Then you should know better than to sneak up on an ex-cop.

Okay, you're right, I'm sorry.

This whole situation just has me all freaked out.

Then the sheriff tells me why you guys are here,

and it's like a bad episode of X-Files.

- It's a lot to take in, we understand.

Yeah, weappreciate you talking with us.

- Look, I don't care what those Feds say.

I'm gonna talk to anybody who can help find my best friend.

Coop and I did everything together.

Hell, I basically lived with him and Pat

until they had the kids.

You guys talked to Pat yet?

No, I wanted to hear what you had to say first.

Well, no disrespect, but I ain't gonna tell you anything

that you haven't already read in my report.

- We find that it's often the little things

that get left out that are very useful.

- Had you ever been out to that property before?

Not since it'd been rebuilt and turned into the warehouse.

- And what was it before?

Last time I was there, these so-called devil worshipers

were running a meth lab that blew up, killing everybody.

Including the small kids.