Elsa, open the door! Please! Please!
You are such a wuss.
You rot. That's it. It's over.
-No, you don't. -Give it to me. Give it to me.
-That movie sucks. -Don't you dare. That movie rules.
Yeah, right. Next.
I don't like watching horror movies that are loaded with Cheez Whiz.
Forgive me, Roger Ebert, but I figured in honor of Friday the 13th tomorrow...
...a horror marathon was mandatory.
It's tired, Dawson.
Just like these movies. You have this fascination with the dark side.
You enjoy scaring people, in particular, me.
I love the adrenaline rush. Horror films provide positive examples...
...of ordinary people overcoming their worst fears and conquering evil.
Save it for film class, Dawson.
These movies are unnecessarily violent and pointless to society.
Prude.
--that issue later in this newscast.
There's enough evil in the world without having to re-create it on film.
I mean, I don't need to watch some stupid man in a mask slice up girls.
The world's already a scary place.
Authorities fear the Lady Killer has struck again.
The body of 18-year-old Amanda Ferris was found in Boston...
...believed to be now the fifth victim of the serial killer....
See? See what I mean?
Case in point. Why do we need to have these horror movies...
...to remind us of how sick and demented the world really is?
You talk big, Joey...
...and your argument is solid, but it's deflecting the real issue.
Which is?
You are a grade-A, 100-percent scaredy-cat wuss.
Chew on it, I swear. Watch something else.
Does that make me a bad person? All I know is that I found someone...
Better.
...who was charming and not so nice to me and he died, okay?
So why should I let this guy go when everything in my body...
...says that this one is the one.
Okay, Dawson, where are you? Where did you go?
Dawson? You're not scaring me, here. You're not.
Dawson?
Dawson, you're so predictable, I swear.
You're just like your movies.
No, I think you're the one who's predictable.
Dawson!
Come on.
You can tell me, Dawson. What's your evil plan?
-What are you talking about? -It's Friday the 13th.
It's your favorite night and your parents are gone.
What villain you going as? Michael Myers or Norman Bates' mother?
It's not gonna happen tonight. No more life imitating movies for me.
Wait a minute. What did I just hear?
I'm done trying to turn my life into some exciting movie...
...because you know what? I'll only end up getting disappointed.
Like when I started seeing Jen, I thought:
"From now on everything's gonna be some big epic romance...
...where I'm tortured and romantic, with some big happy ending."
Wasn't that at all.
The characters were flawed and uninspired.
The love scenes were amateurish, to say the least.
And the ending was definitely not happy.
It wasn't even tragic. It just ended.
What are you trying to say, Dawson?
It's Friday the 13th. We got a killer within striking distance of Capeside.
You're just gonna treat this like every other night?
No midnight séance? No corpses falling out of the cupboard?
Nope.
Bummer, man.
Sucker.
Hey, Jen?
Hi, Cliff. What are you doing here? This isn't your class.
You wanna go out tonight?
-Well, that's abrupt. -I'm kind of under the bell here.
Look....
I'm kind of down on the dating thing after what happened last time, so....
Because the guy you dated wasn't any fun.
What are you talking about? Dawson's fun.
He's probably the most original and imaginative date on the planet.
If that's how you feel, how come you're not going out now?
Long story, Cliff.
All right, what about tonight?
Well....
Yeah, why not? I mean....
I guess my social life has been a little depleted lately, so....
-So, what time? -I'll pick you up at 7.
Oh, my God!
Yeah. Let me guess. Dawson, huh?
-Dead Dawson. -The guy does have a sense of humor.
I have humor.
I know. I know you do.
I'm never late.
-I'll-- Sorry. I'll see you later? -Yeah.
Thanks.
My brother's in the know because he's a cop.
He says the victims are all young girls around your age, Joey.
The killer apparently stalks his victims with letters and phone calls...
...before he takes a knife and cuts out their heart.
-No way. -I'm not joking. He collects hearts.
It's not on the news because it's morbid, but it's true.
It's sad. The guy's really just looking for love.
Yeah. I'm sure that will be his defense when they find him.
If they find him, Joey.
He attacks in 100-mile increments. That makes Capeside his next target.
You never know where he could be. He could be behind you right now.
Boo!
Dawson, stop it! You're gonna send me to the rubber room.
-You love it and you know it. -Okay.
Séance tonight at my house. This one is gonna blow your minds.
What about "no more life imitating movies"?
Well, let's just say that old habits die hard.
And old friends die even harder.
-So, what have you got planned? -I think your heart can handle it.
Hey.
So is everybody in?
I kind of made plans with Cliff tonight. I can't come.
Oh, really?
-Does that bother you? -Should it?
-I don't know. -No, it doesn't bother me.
Does it bother you that it doesn't bother me?
-Should it? -I don't know.
-No, that doesn't bother me. -Well, glad nobody's bothered.
Oh, God!
Thanks, Dawson. Thanks for giving me a break.
Okay. That was sly. You dog.
-Well, what, don't I get a scare? -What do you mean?
I mean, you scared Joey and Pacey. We're still friends, right?
Yeah, I just figured you weren't into scary stuff.
Well, I mean, I'm not, really. It's just that I....
-What? -Nothing.
-Have fun tonight. -We will.
See you later.
Pacey, you're such a jerk. So gross.
John Carpenter's use of light and dark was very reminiscent of early...?
-Hitchcock? -Hitchcock.
In Halloween, he would fill the frame so that you were always on guard.
He'd frame the actors so there was something in the frame with them.
Sometimes it was only a tree branch. Then again, that was the mastery.
That concludes our special Friday the 13th discussion.
We return to David Lean on Monday. Until then....
-Dawson. Hey, wait up. -What's up?
Quick question. I hate to do this, but I need a favor.
-What? -Actually, I need some advice.
I'm taking Jen out. I feel like this is my last shot and I wanna go for it.
Where do you think I should take her?
-I'm gonna stay out of this. -Come on. Help me out.
I want the evening to be incredible. You know Jen.
What does she like? I want it to be imaginative and original.
According to her, you're the expert on all that junk.
She said that? What exactly did she say?
I need your help. Where should I take her? What does she want?
What does anybody want, Cliff? She wants to have fun.
That's too broad. I know my definition of fun, but I'm not so sure of Jen's.
-Let me think. -Think. We like think. Think is good.
Oh, God! God, you scared me!
Look at this.
-Where did you get that? -I don't know. I think....
You know what? I bet that Dawson put this in my locker.
Well, how do you know it was Dawson?
Oh, come on. This reeks of Dawson.
Don't worry, I'll protect you. See you later?
-Yeah. Where are we going tonight? -It's a surprise.
But I promise it's gonna be incredibly original and unpredictable.
-Hello? -Hello?
Who is this?
You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine.
Okay, Dawson, I got your note. I feel very "part of." Thank you.
Now you can stop.
Who's Dawson?
All right. Yeah, I saw this movie.
So tell me your name.
Drew Barrymore.
Wanna play? Let's cut to the chase. What's your favorite scary movie?
Friday the 13th. What's yours?
Ten Commandments. Don't ask.
So, are you the famed Lady Killer?
Are you waiting outside on a cellular to cut my heart out?
Maybe.
Yeah, well, free advice, all right? Find a better heart.
Mine's a little dented.
Did somebody hurt you?
No. It's completely self-inflicted.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
Well, maybe I can help.
All right, Dawson, this is as far as we need to go with this one.
Once again, who's Dawson?
All right, where are you, outside?
That would be too predictable. I'm far closer than that.
-That's enough. All right. -Why don't you search the house?
Dawson, you didn't sneak into the house, did you?
Because you are lucky my Grams isn't here.
This guy Dawson sounds like a real loser.
Well, he's not, all right? A little out there, but in a good way.
How's your grandfather?
You know, Dawson....
Dawson, hiding in my Gramps' bedroom is really, really low.
Okay. All right. You got me now.
I'm officially scared. You can come out.
Where are you?
Whatever you do, Jennifer, don't look under the bed.
Gramps.
Okay. You know what, Dawson? This is no longer funny, okay?
Stop calling me Dawson.
-Who are you? -Guess.
Who's there?
I said, who's there?!
-Oh, God! -Jennifer! It's only me.
Couldn't find my front door key. Who's on the phone, dear?
Who is this?
Soon, Jennifer.
Soon.
-Too late. Saw it. -Saw what?
One of your shady pranks you have in store for us tonight.
I don't know what you're talking about.
If you're referring to my childhood fascination with fear...
...I've matured in the last year.
-Right. So, what's behind the couch? -Nothing.
-Come on. Let me see. -It's nothing.
Don't push me. And don't think you fooled me with your innocent...
...puppy dog, "Who, me? I'm Richie Cunningham" act.
-I know it's a con. I'm onto you. -Then you have nothing to fear.
-Here's Pacey. Come on. Let's go. -Where?
The store. We have to cater the evening.
I hate riding with him. He's a menace on the road.
You ain't hallucinating. Pacey's got the Jeep. Can I hear you say "yeah"?
Can I hear you say, "Oh, yeah"?
I am so against this.
I'm a good driver. You got nothing to worry about. Get in the bus, Gus.
-You are the world's worst driver. -I'm not hearing that, Dawson.
-Can you watch the car, Jo? -Why?
Well...
...I can't really turn it off.
I can, but it's a hassle, because I don't have the keys.
-Oh, yeah. I forget. You steal it. -Hey, you borrow from family.
You never steal.
-Who do you think you are? -Shut up.
-You do not own me! -Don't touch me!
-You're crazy, you know that?! -Get out of my face, wench!
Oh, I got your face, wench!
-Should we do something? -It's a domestic squabble. Back off.
Hey! Let go-- Stop it! Let go of me!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
-Where do you think you're going?! -None of your damn business!
-I'm gone. -You're puke, you know that?!
You two-cent lowlife! I hate you!
Jerk!
Hi, boys.
Having a party?
Yeah, we are.
Is it a milk-and-cookies kind of a party?
-It doesn't have to be. -Don't tell me you're not 21.
Almost, you know? Just another couple weeks.
You want me to score you a bottle of wine?
Yeah, that would be great.
Not gonna pay for that first?
And take all the fun out of it?
I'll see you outside.
Oh, my God.
-Hi there. -Hi.
-What's your name? -Joey.
Hi, Joey. I'm David. I'm a little lost.
I was on my way to Providence. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.
Providence? You're more than a little lost.
Maybe you can point me in the right direction.
Sure. You just take Elm Street, which is this street right here...
...and you take it a few miles until you hit the highway.
Oh, I'm sorry. Was I staring?
It's just that you have the most intense eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that?
They're really piercing.
Thanks.
God, I'm so tired. I've been on the road all day.
-Is there a hotel around here? -Yeah. Actually, not too far.
I don't know this area at all.
How about you? Do you live nearby?
What's going on?
You need something?
No, sport. I don't.
Thanks for your help, Joey.
Good luck.
Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?
That guy could be the Lady Killer.
He was lost. He needed directions.
Oh, please, Joey. That's the oldest trick in the book.
Next thing you know, you're in the woods with a rope around your neck.
You are so paranoid.
But serial killers are typically white males in their 20s.
Hello.
-It's the '90s. You gotta be careful. -Whatever.
-Here you go, sweetie. -Excellent.
Cabernet sauvignon. My favorite.
You know, my buddy's having a séance over at his house...
...and I was just wondering if you'd like to come along.
-Ursula! -I'd love to.
-Get in the car, Ursula. -Where are your wheels?
Over there.
-Where do you think you're going? -Lock the doors!
-Go, Pacey! -Open this door, now.
-Get out here. -All right, all right.
Loser!
Cliff. 7:00, right on the dot.
-I never keep a lady waiting. -Are you Clifford Elliot?
Hello. I found this mail on your porch.
Oh, thank you, Clifford. I've heard a lot about you.
Quarterback, top of the honor roll...
...and I see you at the First Church of the Nazarene.
Grams, you're drooling.
Doesn't our little Jennifer look pretty tonight?
-Yes, ma'am, she does. -Goodbye, Grams.
You two kids have fun now and have her home by midnight...
...or she'll turn into a pumpkin.
Okay, I will, I promise. I'll take good care of her.
She likes you.
-Not a good sign. -Oh, really?
You know, it's kind of chilly. Maybe I should go get my jacket.
Actually, we're not going that far. Just a hundred feet.
-Where are we going? -Dawson's. He's having a séance.
Won't that be killer?
It's a nice house.
Caramel corn.
Oh, my God.
Who did that?!
-Dawson. Too easy. -It's all right. I love to be scared.
My boyfriend, Eddie, scares the goop out of me.
-I can imagine. -I need a drink.
Everybody help yourself.
So thanks for the phone call.
What phone call? Was I supposed to call you?
Yeah, and the note in my locker. Nice touch.
It was a bit harsh, but you do strive for realism.
What note? What phone call?
Don't play dumb with me. I know you're trying to scare me.
No, I'm not. Why would I do that?
Because it's what you do. It's Friday the 13th--
But this is it. Fake snakes. I'm sorry I didn't plan anything specific for you.
I didn't think you'd get into it.
Okay. Nothing here.
Got a corkscrew? It's not cold, so we'll need some ice.
It's like a fun house in here.
Thanks. Joey, could you get the séance book? It's in the hall closet.
Hey, man, thanks for having me over. This is perfect.
-You think? -It's the most original first date.
How many guys would bring a girl to their ex-boyfriend's house?
It's classic.
I think she's really warming up to me, man.
Congratulations.
Joey, is it just me, or is this too weird for words?
I mean, I'm on a date, and I end up here?
-Come on. Whose idea was this? -Cliff's?
No, no. He's not that inventive. This is definitely the work of Dawson.
You think?
Spirits, are you with us?
Spirits, come to us.
-Ursula, are you a spirit goddess? -I channel from time to time.
I have a few sister spirits that occupy my body occasionally.
Dionne and LaToya?
You know what we should do? Let's channel the Lady Killer victims.
They'd ID the guy. We could get the reward money. That'd be sweet.
Did you guys know he likes to stalk his victims?
Usually through notes and calls at first.
-Really? -Yeah.
That's how he got that girl in North Carolina.
He sent notes, then followed her home from school.
He would peep through her window.
And then he'd call, pretending to be someone else.
That's creepy. You got a call, didn't you?
-Somebody called you? -Yes, and his name is Dawson.
Jen, I swear I didn't call you.
Why don't you finish the story?
-But you don't like scary stuff. -I have a contradicting personality.
-Just continue. -Okay.
So he called her and learned that she'd be home alone that night.
She lived in a town where nobody locked their doors.
He disconnected her electricity, cut off her phone...
...walked through the front door, up her stairs, into her bedroom...
...while she was sleeping and cut out her heart in one clean sweep.
He uses a long, lacerating scalpel, so they think he might be a doctor.
-Know what makes that story scary? -It's true.
You think that stuff never happens, but then it always does.
I've got a story.
It's true too.
A woman with a newborn goes out to the country to pick blueberries.
She leaves the baby in the back in his car seat...
...with the door open so she can hear him if he cries.
She goes out in the blueberry patch, and after about a half an hour...
...she realizes she hasn't heard a peep from the baby.
She runs back to the car.
A huge snake has crawled down the throat of the baby...
...its tail wagging out.
So in major shock, she reaches in, yanks the snake out...
...and along with it, comes all the baby's insides.
That's not scary, that's disgusting.
-It's nasty. -Poor baby.
I have a scary story.
There's this young kid, this boy...
...who goes to this convenience store and picks up this woman.
She's wild, you know, a little crazy. But pretty.
He takes her to his friend's house, where they're having fun and games.
And what none of them know is that this woman is a little ill.
You know, like, in the head.
The result of years of abuse.
And that, in her purse, she carries this great, big knife.
Because sometimes, just for fun...
...she likes to slice open throats and see how far the blood will spurt.
What the hell?! This freaks me out.
-Dawson, turn the lights back on. -I didn't do it. It's a blackout.
Really? A blackout during our séance. How coincidental, Dawson.
I think I'll call the electrical company.
-Imagine that. The phone's dead. -Don't look at me.
Great! No phones, no electricity. Maybe it's the Lady Killer.
Maybe it's doofus Dawson.
The joke's over, because I'm getting a little spooked here.
-Are the doors locked? -Check them.
Joey and Pacey, check the front door. Jen and Cliff, get some flashlights.
Hey, where are you going?
-To check the fuse box. Stay there. -No, I'm coming with you.
Okay.
-He's got you. You're so scared. -No, I'm not.
Please. Quit tripping out. This is just Dawson up to his old tricks.
-There's no psychopath in this house. -Yes, there is, and you brought her.
Don't you remember what happened with Tamara? This could be worse.
Your bizarre mother complex will get us all killed.
I think she's kind of sexy. She's into me, don't you think?
She's a nut case. The story about the knife in her purse?
Face it, Pacey. You have the worst taste in women.
And coming from you, that really hurts.
-What's that supposed to mean? -What about your taste?
You'll go to your grave pining away for your best friend.
A guy who's so oblivious, he doesn't have a clue that you lust after him.
-I don't lust after him. -Right. Denial, denial.
Should we check it out?
Yeah. Go for it.
You're not scared, are you?
No.
Cliff?
Cliff.
-God, you scared me. -Sorry.
Man! For a second, I thought you were that psycho woman.
She's a trip, isn't she?
-I think we're being set up. -What do you mean?
Come on. I'm sure something will come flying out of the closet:
Snakes, a bloody corpse....
Well, so much for your theory.
See? What did I tell you? Dawson has been doing this to me all day.
First, that note in my locker, the phone calls at my house....
-How do you know it was him? -Who else?
What if Dawson had nothing to do with it? I mean, what if...?
What if there is some psychopath following you around trying to kill you?
It's cold in here. Here. Take this.
What did you think, I was gonna pull a knife on you?
No. Of course not.
I don't stab people.
I take a pistol and I shoot them in the head.
I'm just playing with you, sweetie.
-You're a good actress. -It's funny you say that.
For a while, I thought I might go out to Hollywood.
Then, I don't know...
...I met Eddie.
-The guy from the parking lot? -Yeah, he's a lunatic, that guy.
He's been in the pen.
-What for? -Assault and battery.
He took this guy's head and shoved it into a wall.
The guy's eyeball was dangling from its socket.
He's a monster.
But he's my monster.
You know, love is a really complicated bitch.
-You can say that again. -See? I knew you had an issue.
I have this...extra-circular... sensory thing.
Like, you just broke up with a certain girl that's inside.
I felt the emotion. But don't you worry.
She loves you back.
-What do you know about it? -I know that she wants you.
You have been scaring her all night, so it's obvious you want her.
I haven't scared her once tonight. I've been scaring Joey.
Yeah, the brunette. Cute, feisty.
-The two of you will work out. -Jen's my ex-girlfriend, not Joey.
-Then you're dating the wrong girl. -No.
Joey and I have this intense friendship. Nothing more.
We've got that extrasensory canal thing you were talking about.
I don't get this. I set it on a timer so that it would go off right at 11.
-So the blackout was a stunt? -Yeah, but the fuse box.
It's like someone's come along and jammed it.
What was that?
Let's get back inside.
-Where you been? -Trying to get the lights on.
-Where's Joey? -She went to look for you.
You let her go by herself?
Hey, Joey!
Joey!
Joey?
Joey!
Oh, my God! Joey!
Joey, talk to me.
Joey.
Funny. Very funny.
-Got you, Dawson. -That was lame.
That was really lame.
Come on. You can dish it out, but you can't take it?
The scare is different. I give you rubber snakes, not Joey dead.
-There's a difference. -Boo-hoo.
It was Jen's idea, and quite frankly, a good one.
Jen, it was your idea?
Your notes and calls were a little more than rubber appliances.
They were very real and very scary, I might add.
I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't send you notes or call you.
Are you serious?
You look me straight in the face and tell me you didn't try to spook me.
-I didn't try to spook you. -Say, "Honest to God."
You don't believe in God.
-Well, then, who did? -The Lady Killer. I don't know, Jen!
-And why didn't you? -What?
Why didn't you try to scare me? Don't I rank with you anymore?
Jen, you broke up with me.
You don't want anything to do with me, so I kind of crossed you off the list.
Then, why did you even invite us to your house?
I don't know.
Help Cliff out.
Maybe attempt to get over you.
Or watch over me?
I really don't like the way things are, Jen.
-Not a good idea! No. -No. No.
-No. I should go. -Okay.
But, you know, Dawson, whatever's going on between us, I....
I don't want you crossing me off any more of your lists, okay?
Consider yourself uncrossed.
-So scare me next time, all right? -Don't worry. I got you covered.
So are you scared?
I am peeing in my pants.
You know...
...I may look young but I have been with older women before.
Did you hear that?
There's someone in those bushes.
You bitch, you!
Stay away from me! Pacey, get him! Come on!
-I'm gonna kill you! -Has anybody seen Jen--?
-I'm gonna kill the both of you! -Promises! Promises!
Pacey will tear you apart! He's my new man, and he'll protect me!
-Don't tell him that. -What's going on?
-Her boyfriend's outside. -He's really pissed!
-I'm gonna call the police, Eddie! -No, you won't!
Yes, I will! I'm gonna call them right now!
No can do. I disconnected the phone line out back.
He's lost it. I'm getting out of here.
-He's looking for a way in. -Lock the doors!
Go, go.
-What's he doing, climbing the walls? -He's strong, but he's no Spider-Man.
-He's climbing the ladder. -He'll climb through your window.
Go to Jen's. Call Doug. Get help.
The window's open.
He's in.
-You trying to take my woman? -No, sir, not at all.
Say goodbye!
You're dead.
Stop it! Stop it! Hey! Get off of him!
Get off of him! Eddie?
-Talk to me, sweetie. -I'm sorry, baby.
Eddie, are you okay? I'm gonna take you home, sweetie.
-I love you, Ursula. -I love you.
I'm gonna get us the hell out of here!
These kids are weird!
Sorry about the damage. I work at the bowling alley.
If you come down, I'll give you a discount on your shoes.
Thanks.
Well, that was a complete nightmare.
I thought you liked to be scared, though.
Wrong. There is nothing I like less.
Are you sure? I mean, it's just not what Dawson said.
What do you mean?
You know how I feel about you, right?
I mean, do you know how I feel about you?
I like you. I think.... I think you're great.
Thanks, Cliff.
I think you're great too.
-No, you don't. -No. I do. I think you're a sweet guy.
I just got the feeling that you like Dawson because he's so creative...
...and maybe you think I'm stiff or unimaginative or not unique.
No. I don't think that at all.
Well, so I went to Dawson. I asked his advice.
You asked Dawson's advice?
He told me you like to be scared...
...and if I got you all worked up, that you'd be impressed.
Wait a minute, you're the one that called me this afternoon.
And the notes. You're the one that sent the notes.
-Dawson told you to do this. -No. I came up with that on my own.
It's pretty cool, huh?
Cliff....
You know what?
To be honest with you, I'm not in the market for a boyfriend now.
My love life has kind of crashed and burned...
...and I'm just picking up the pieces.
But if I were, I'd want you to be yourself. Not some Dawson knockoff.
I guess that's pretty stupid. Me trying to be original by copying somebody.
Yeah.
Well, looks like we're here.
You think I could give you a good-night kiss?
You know--
-Sorry. -That's okay, Grams.
No. Go right ahead. Didn't mean to interrupt.
-Hello, Clifford. -Hello, ma'am.
-I'll be right in. -No, no. Don't hurry. Take your time.
I think my Grams has the hots for you. You interested?
Well, I kind of have a crush on somebody else.
Good night, Cliff.
Good night, Grams.
I really like that Clifford Elliot. Good stock.
Yeah, he's very nice. I'm just gonna go hit the sack.
You have some mail, dear.
What is it, dear?
Actually, Grams, it's for you.
Good night.
I scared you pretty bad with this baby.
-Yeah, but not as bad as I scared you. -I wasn't scared.
I saw the look on your face when you saw me tumble out of the closet.
I don't know.
I thought maybe for a second you might even be sad if I died.
Joey, that's ridiculous.
You wouldn't be sad? Thanks.
Are you kidding? God, I would be inconsolable.
Joey, if you died....
God, I....
I don't know what I would do.
That's the worst possible thing I could imagine.
What about me?
Would you shed any tears if I died?
So you sleeping over?
Do you mind?
All this mayhem has really spooked me out.
-It was fun, though, wasn't it? -Yeah.
But Friday the 13th's over...
...so no more brushes with death, okay?
Can we just go to sleep and pretend the world's a happy place to live?
Okay, Joey.
Cute. Cute.
Authorities believe they have arrested the murderer known as the Lady Killer.
Identified as David Blancher, the suspect was found in Capeside.
Officers found evidence in his car linking him with the murders...
...that have terrorized the Eastern Seaboard for the past few months.
We'll bring you more information on the arrest in our full report.
-Bob? -And now in other local news....