Boneyard

The Bible says we should rejoice in our suffering.

Suffering produces perseverance,

perseverance, character,

and character, hope.

I'm still waitin' to find the joy in suffering.

Hey, Duke.

Duke, come here.

Come on, boy, what are you doing over there?

What are you doing,

digging for some buried treasure?

This dog's gonna kill me.

Duke!

Oh, shit.

911, what's your emergency?

I think we found a serial killer's graveyard.

Do you really think

that one guy could've done all of this?

- You don't think so? - Well, I don't know what to think, Chief.

I mean, they're still digging up bodies over there.

Let's go!

- Ready when you are. - Move in.

Keep it down.

What the fuck?

Damn, homie! You knock like the fucking Judas!

Fucking... Damn.

My bad, homie.

Hey, I need, um, a dub on fiddy.

- I got you. - All right, thanks.

Ayo, if you come across some stamps, holla at me.

It's my girl's b-day this weekend.

Okay, cool.

It-it's all there.

Yeah, I still gotta check.

We good, man.

Police! On the ground!

Let's go! Chill out.

Lookie what we found here, Sarge.

- Ooh. - Stashing some heavy firepower, huh, boys?

Look like someone's going on vacation

provided by the state of New Mexico.

- Fuck you. - Time to go, buddy.

I'll be out in no time. Fuck you, pigs!

Tsk, another one in the books, Jesse.

I gotta say,

you have not failed me yet.

And that works in your favor.

Another one like this,

and I believe we can conclude our relationship.

I got you, Graham.

Soon as I get another one lined up,

I'll be sure to get in contact with you, all right?

- High five. - Man, get the fuck up out of here.

All right, take it easy.

Jesus! Fuck.

- We have breaking news... - Hey, Sarge!

...from the Albuquerque Police Department.

We're going live with Chief Carter's statement.

Approximately six weeks ago,

one of our concerned citizens came across human remains

while walking her dog.

She immediately reported it to the Albuquerque Police Department.

With the help of crime scene investigators,

we discovered the remains of 11 women and one unborn child.

We're sending the remains out to forensic pathologists

to help identify and determine how our victims may have died and when.

When we have more information,

we'll address the community again.

Until then, this is an ongoing investigation.

Does Albuquerque have a new serial killer?

As I said earlier, this is an ongoing investigation,

we're not at liberty to discuss further information now.

That's all for today. Thanks.

Chief Carter! how many victims do you have?

- Let's get this guy. - Already got some leads.

Chief, I'll start going through the missing persons list

because it'll take a while for the labs to come back.

We got a predator amongst us and not the four-legged variety,

but someone who lives and works in the community with a compulsion to kill.

What we label him doesn't matter to me.

We just need to stop him.

Oh, I almost forgot. The Mayor wants to bring in the Feds on this.

They're sending over one of their profilers.

You two are picking him up in two hours.

Okay.

Ahem.

- Who's driving? - I'm driving.

- Getting sandblasted here. - I know.

- How are you? - Pete.

- Detective Ortega. Nice to meet you. - Call me Pete.

No, no, no, thanks, Detective. That stuff will kill ya--

insomnia, high blood pressure and anxiety.

So, uh, you're one of those guys, huh? A health nut.

Oh, hell no. I'm a swig of bourbon,

toke of weed in the morning-type guy.

That stuff will kill you too, but it's a lot more fun.

Oh, I don't suppose either of you have a-a spliff

or a-a stiff one on you. No?

No, sir, we don't.

Just testing. Good work, Detective.

Now listen, I didn't get any sleep on the plane.

You mind if I close my eyes?

Knock yourself out.

What, are you, uh, you scared of flying?

No, I love it.

No, these flight attendants on these private jobs,

they ply you with enough booze to put your lights out.

But, there was no flight attendant.

Well, we can take you by your hotel,

give you a chance to get some rest and maybe--

Oh, no, no, I want to go straight to HQ.

I want to be on a plane and out of here

by the end of the week, you know.

Been looking at the file, I want to spend

as much time on this one as I possibly can.

You play golf, Detectives?

A little bit.

- You? - Occasionally. You?

No.

You dig any more holes in that Boneyard,

you're going to have a back nine.

Hey.

- Hey. - Chief Carter, I presume.

- Hope you had a good flight, Agent Petrovick. - I did. Call me Pete.

Pete. Pete it is.

Well, thank you for coming all the way out to our neck of the woods.

Oh, yeah. Well, hey, I had planned to come out here anyway,

uh, doing some cold case work--

looking into some of those missing indigenous girls from years back.

- Any connection to the case? - I don't think so.

You got any leads on who the serial killer might be?

Hell, I don't know, I mean it could be you.

Nah, I don't think so. It's more likely him.

If I was you, I'd keep an eye on him.

Look, even after I see the evidence and the crime scene,

the best I can do is make an educated guess, that's it.

What's your best guess? Who should we be looking for?

The best guess...

Oh, God.

Why don't we talk about serial killers for a minute, okay?

Here.

Okay, wow, it's the all-stars.

I don't think it's any of them, all right?

We put these clowns into four categories.

First, you got your visionary.

They hear voices, you know.

The neighbor's dog tells them to kill people

and they go right ahead and do it.

Next, there's the power-control-oriented.

Prolonged torture and killing.

Life and death is at their whim-- they're playing God.

Later they get their rocks off from the trophies that they keep.

Bring the gloves and the hand sanitizer

when you search that place.

After that, we got hedonistic.

Here's your lust killers, yeah.

They'll boink their victims whether alive or dead,

sometimes six months after they're dead.

They're into mutilation,

drinking blood, cannibalism.

These ones have definitely chosen the psycho path.

But I don't think our guy is any of those.

I put my money on him being a mission-oriented killer.

He thinks he's making the world a better place.

How is he making the world a better place?

Well, in his mind, he's getting rid

of all the people that caused him to sin.

Or just anybody that happens to shit in his pond, you know?

But I can see I'm boring the shorts off you,

so try this one on for size.

He's probably an Hispanic male,

30s, extremely religious,

arrested at least once for solicitation of prostitutes,

and most likely lives

in proximity to the Boneyard.

Lives with his mother?

Well, not every serial creep lives in his mom's basement.

BTK was the life of the party.

No, this guy's probably very stable. Employed.

He's lived in the area all or most of his life, okay?

In other words, he's just a regular Joe

with a lawnmower, a toaster

and maybe a jar of what might look like pickles.

- Basically, it could be anyone. - Yeah!

But, hey, I'm here to narrow it down.

Don't worry, I've been doing this since, uh,

since before you were bribing the Tooth Fairy for cash.

Needle in a haystack, huh?

This Petrovick guy seems to be quite the character, huh?

"Best of the best," they say, only here to help.

Is he?

Or is he here trying to give us a crash course on how to do our job,

wasting time when we should be out there gathering real evidence?

What's with you?

- Nothing. - Your food, sir.

I mean, guy's a weirdo, but I don't know.

I just feel like we're walking in fucking circles here.

Hola, it's me.

How you holding up?

Well, I just want to let you know

that I sent in the DNA to get processed.