VHS: The Crying of the Foxes

Fourteen victims. All found in churches with their eyes gouged out.

The hallmark of Elizabeth Popper... except she's in prison, for life.

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Miss Popper, I'm Special Agent Kerry Jones...

Missus Popper, please. I like to think of myself as being married...

...even though I ate my husband's eyes with a can of beans and a nice beer.

Mrs. Popper. You know why I'm here. There has been as series of...

Cherry, with a hint of lime.

I'm sorry?

The fizzy pop you just drank. Sweet on the surface, bitterness beneath.

Mrs. Popper, we need your help to find...

You think this killer is one of my students. My students would never be so sloppy.

Sloppy? All the crime scenes have been completely...

I'm talking about art. Display. And this killer has been... subpar.

<bzzt>

She has you right where she wants you. She's inside your head.

That's not true. We've nearly caught the killer.

<bzzt>

*alarm blaring* <screams>

There is art... in eye popping.

<bzzt>

Agent Jones. I heard you received a medal for capturing the killer.

I think often of your story about the crying of the foxes.

I hope they're sleeping well now.

*phone beeps*