- It's Sunday.
- 911 gets a call from the killer. "I've gone and done it again."
- And, boy, has he. A woman is dead in bed, her face all bloody, with "pride" painted on the wall in blood.
- There's a vial of sleeping pills glued to one hand and a phone to the other.
- The killer sliced up her face, cutting off her nose, and bandaged her up, giving her a choice—call for help and be disfigured or take the pills and die.
- She chose the pills.