The trap is set.
They were investigating a corpse in the woods. They were searching for a criminal. But they found a monster.
No one lives forever.
A massacre, documented.
Three levels in Sara's mind: obsessions from her past, ghosts from the present, push her towards her own inner hell.
A comedy of questionable taste
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday
Sometimes You Have to Play Dirty to Clean Up the Streets.