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I know you're probably wondering who the hell I am.

So I'm just going to get this out of the way now.

Don't worry about my name.

It's not important.

You'll all know when the time is right.

So, get ready.

Here it comes.

Yeah, son of the devil himself.

This is the night I met my dad.

My real dad.

He told me the score, who I am, what I'm supposed to do. It's a hell of a trip

to lay on an 11 -year -old.

He showed me a few things, too, like how to read people's thoughts and memories.

The mind -reading thing really got me tons of pussy, too.

That was amazing.

It was like you could read my mind.

But moving objects, stuff like that, that's hard.

Here I am trying to light a candle.

I know what you're thinking.

This is the guy that's gonna take over the world.

See? Told you I could read minds.

Now there's a few people that I need to tell you about.

I'm not quite sure how they fit in, but my inner clairvoyant tells me they do.

So here's what I know about them.

Cinnamon moved to the city to pursue her dreams of becoming an actress a few

years ago.

Unfortunately, no one told her you actually have to be able to act.

Phoebe drifted into B -movies and softcore porn where she performed under

pseudonym Lizzie Lace.

Then she eventually started pole dancing in the clubs to pay the bills where she

picked up a few habits.

She also met this guy.

Dark Gable is a small -time pimp.

Definitely a small -time drug dealer.

But he does have some of the best weed I ever smoked.

That's destiny.

Her father was a Baptist minister who kicked her out. She got pregnant, had no

idea who the father was.

Broken alone, Shanice gave herself a botched abortion, crapped out a 19 -week

-old screaming pile of gristle. From there, she rode the PTSD Express train

straight to Hookersville.

I only know her name because Gable told me. Otherwise, I don't know a damn thing

about her.

Guess she's not that important.

That's Justine.

Here's Justine and her kid sister, Butterfly.

That's her drunk, oxy -cotton -abusing mama who did drugs while she was

with both her daughters.

This guy, that's her father.

He'd been doing hers since she was about 11.

Wait till mother.

Here she is at 17.

This would be the last time she ever saw him.

That little butterfly's crawling up.

And so Justine and her 15 -year -old sister Casey run away from daddy with no

money and no plan.

Hey man, could you spare a couple bucks?

Why don't you have a seat in the car?

By the time she was 19, she hooked up with Gabe and moved her and her sister

into one of his apartments. That scene got addicted to cocaine.

You know how it goes.

Monkey see, monkey do.

It all reached a head a few months ago when we saw that Gabe's money went

missing.

And so Justine locked herself away for a month, came out clean as a whistle.

Then she moved back in with Gable and went to work for him again.

But enough about these people. Let's get back to me.

I, too, find myself wandering down the same endless road as these folks.

Getting lost in the comfort of the day -to -day living.

Things are gonna change.

I'm getting too old to start from the bottom and I damn well know how far I

gotta climb.

Yeah.

Today.

Today's the day.

Consider the world on notice.

Today is day one.

Which brings me here.

By the way, that woman in front of me, I tell you all about her, but she's not

important.

At least she won't be in about ten seconds.

Cancun. Placed by the beach.

Cancun, Mexico.

Cancun, Minnesota.

There ain't a man in Mexico over four foot nine. What the hell are you going

do with that shit?

Everybody's going to be like, titty little.

That's true, but there ain't no cold. Y 'all know how I hate the cold. Hey, we

should go to L .A. It's always warm there.

Plus I could get my acting thing back on track. What are you going to be?

Cornhole Taster 6 or whatever kind of nasty shit you call it. No, I am talking

about real acting, like shows and shit. Girl, the only shows you're going to get

on out there is cops.

No, no, I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is I'm getting the

fuck out of the city.

Back to Jersey, eh?

Fuck no.

I'm thinking like down south.

South Jersey?

I'm talking like New Orleans.

Open up a bar.

Call it Casey's.

If you're going to name a bar after your sister, you should call it Butterfly's.

Butterfly's Bar and Grill.

Yeah, I like that. That's badass, man. I like that.

Where'd you get her?

This was my ex -boyfriend. He gave it to you?

More like I inherited after his dumbass got shot.

Anyway, I have five bullet thingies. Oh.

I only have one little clip thing. I mean, you should be able to stop

fucking bullets. No.

Is that what I'm hearing back there? No, I have five.

Five? Yeah, my ex -boyfriend. And you shut up.

Justine. You do have bullets, right? Yeah, I have one of those clip things.

One clip?

Yeah, one clip. I only had two, and I used one while practicing.

What the fuck do you need to practice for? Because I never saw a gun before.

What do you expect? It's a stolen gun.

What the fuck? Where the fuck did you steal a gun from?

A fucking idiot in a car got pissed because he couldn't get a boner, so he

shoved a gun in my face. No fucking way. That asshole was trying to pull me out

of the car.

I grabbed his lemon iced tea bottle and smashed his fat, ugly face with it. And

then I robbed him.

But it still doesn't explain why you would come here with only one clip in

gun. What if the shit goes down in there? The shit's not going to go down

stick to the plan.

Okay, I'm getting nervous.

Well, if you're done with your cancer sticks, ladies.

Time to get this show on the road.

Let's go. Chop chop.

This is it, right?

I was like, have you put it in yet? Is it even in there?

What are they still doing here? I couldn't have thought of anything.

I don't know and I don't care. What are you guys still doing here? Waiting for

Gable. Nikki, where's Gable hiding himself? He's in the bedroom having a

meeting. Did he come with anyone?

No, he's by himself.

Look, when this whole thing goes down, when it happens, it's got to happen in

front of me.

I've got a flicking jersey that we can hand the warden.

How long have they been in there?

What?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

What is your problem, Nick? Every time...

I'm down.

Shit, I want to go into heaven anyway. You hate heaven anyway. Not one good

of titties in sight. God damn, not a pair of titties in heaven. I ain't

with you. You might like that. You'd be Muslim, that's what I like.

Now I can't offer you a simple fucking question without getting some smart -ass

remarks. What smart -ass remarks?

Are you kidding me? What are you, on the reg?

Oh, it's going to be like that. Why don't you guys go home?

We're waiting for cake.

Yeah, don't be stupid. Yeah, Justine.

Don't be fucking stupid.

Nigga, you come to a formal meeting in pajamas?

You look like a fucking pig in a fat suit. Look at you with your dog

cloak and shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? You look like Blade and shit.

Broke -ass Blade.

Alright, yo, shit. I look like Prince? Dog, you know what? I need to get you

some motherfucking Slimsad, dog. You know what my motherfucking problem is?

You know what my motherfucking problem is? You know what my motherfucking

problem is?

Yeah, that's one of your bitches, yo.

You better go out there and handle your business before I go out there and tear

some shit up.

Yo, leave.

I'm already on it.

If I'm gonna break something else, I'll break everything else.

Yo, when I get out of this shit, I promise you, all of your bitches is

hear me? Done!

Come on, what the fuck do you mean?

Well, a couple grand in the back, that's it. Really? You looked everywhere?

There's nothing there, Rosetta. Nothing. Nada.

When I get out of here, I'm killing all your bitches. Especially you, bitch.

You know what I said I did to your fucking chick -ass sister?

That ain't shit compared to what I'm going to fucking take out on your ass.

won't beg me to be that fucking loving. I got nothing to do with this. I don't

even know these people.

Don't know me, motherfucker.

You knew me five minutes ago, pussy.

What's going on?

Mr. Pat Larson told me that you've got some shit going down right here. What

fuck? You were in a meeting with some big guys. That's all I said.

Don't fucking play with me. Where is the money, you dumb shit?

Is that a fucking fat pig?

No.

Fuck.

No. Please, please.

It's black. No, don't do this. I don't know what the fuck Nick told you, but

there's shit going on here about no motherfucking pig. That fat pig's been

blowing air out of his big motherfucking hole for the last week. I'm talking

about the biggest deal you ever made and you're trying to tell me that there's

no money in the...

to bust your cherry.

Come on, man.

Look, you knew this was coming. This is why I brought you in in the first place.

Let's go. Take it.

Take it!

A word?

That's what it is?

That's all I should have done for you.

My fucking boys told me about your business.

Where is it?

I'm going to fucking leave you!

before I start cutting shit off you that you're going to miss. I don't know

anything about any money. I don't have any money. I don't even have good

Rosetta, we need to get.

Take my bag.

Get my keys. Bring my car around the back. We're taking the dirt off with

What? I got a place upstate. Very secluded. It's in the woods. You have a

What the hell kind of a place do you have? Whoa, stop.

This is fucking crazy. Let's go.

Yeah? And what about him? What about him?

Do what you were going to do. I'm not going to watch you fucking do it. Okay,

I'll grab a couple thousand. Let's just get the fuck out of here. A couple of

thousand? Listen, sweetheart.

I did not come here to get nigga rich. I came here to cash in my 401

motherfucking K.

A couple of grand split three ways. That's shit. Three ways.

Especially when we've got a winning lottery ticket right here. Fuck that

And what about cinnamon?

Yeah, and what about cinnamon? You just want to leave it here to die? That is

fucked up. You can just drop me off at the hospital.

I won't say nothing.

Well, if she says she won't say nothing, then I believe her. Do you believe her?

Where in the woods is this place you've got?

Get him!

Casey?

He used to pay me $1 ,200 just to come over for the weekend and hit him in the

balls. That's it. Just kick him in the balls. No, not kick him. Hit him. I had

to use my fist. He was very specific about that. What conversation did I just

waltz into?

Telling Shanice about Tiny Wang.

He's the guy's house we're going to.

Is she dead yet? Tiny Wang?

His real name is Tiny Wang. He's one of my guys. He's got this place upstate

that he's been fixing up for the last year. When you say fixing up, there's

going to be like nails and shit sticking out of the wall. No, no. The porch

needs some work. And from what I hear, the basement's a mess.

Oh, and the living room floor has, like, some serious water damage. Tony threw a

couple of slabs of this horrible checkerboard linoleum on top of it. The

house smells like arse. Anyway, he only comes up there once in a while to fix

the place and to fuck anyone other than his wife.

He's never, ever, ever there. Totally cool.

Still alive.

Too bad.

That would have been one problem solved.

Just up ahead here.

I'd like to state for the record that my ass is fucking killing me.

There it is.

I'm not used to being in a car for more than 20 minutes.

What are you looking for?

The keys.

Found him.

Put her bloody ass on the floor.

You know, like a doctor we can call or something?

Rosetta?

She doesn't walk away. Mid -sentence.

That's fucking rude.

Rude.

Rosetta?

What are we going to do about Cinnamon?

I don't know. I figured we'd wait for her to drop dead and then bury her in

woods. Besides, I've got a bigger fish in the pan. What do you mean, we?

What are you speaking?

French.

There's no we.

It's you. You're the one that didn't want to take her to the hospital. Oh,

on. Like you would have taken her to a hospital. Hey, I never said I wouldn't.

I'm just saying.

I hope you told your mum you won't be home for breakfast.

Anyone ever tell you you look like Jesus?

Don't go outside.

Why not?

Because no one is supposed to be here. I don't want anyone seeing your stank

asses and calling us jerks or whatever.

This is the country jumping.

It's far too loud. The cops will be at your door.

Welcome to my father who changed the image

of...

I have to blow in my purse, it's in the car.

I'm in so much pain.

Alright, okay.

You look familiar.

Did I ever get with you?

No. Well, good.

Now I don't feel so bad doing this. No, no!

Stop!

You ruined this thing!

So, let's start from the very beginning.

Timmy.

God isn't waiting for me, Anthony.

God isn't waiting for me, Anthony.

Now,

once again,

Why were you there?

Do you have any idea who you're messing with? Me, I'm the Antichrist.

You're nothing.

Now that

was one tough motherfucker.

What did you think?

Outside smoking.

Smoking what?

The cigarette.

Now, you know she gave that up a long time ago. Don't even.

Yeah, I thought she was getting a little sick in the hips.

Any luck?

No. Don't around talking about how he was the antichrist or something like

You know, I have seen him hanging out with Sean before.

Are you sure we have the right guy?

Nick said the gay boy was meeting with some fucking shaggy looking hippie. You

heard him. He called him a big shot. I'm telling you, this is the guy.

Okay, so where's the money?

I don't know. All I know is that Nick said that Gable and that white boy were

making the biggest deal he ever made. And he said money would be exchanged in

hands, right?

I mean, he didn't exactly say how much.

I know. You don't even have to say it.

My old man's yin to the motherfucking yang, and he can't get me out of this

bullshit.

What can I say?

See? This fight between the G .O .D. and my pops, well, it's more like two old

men playing chess.

And just because your king gets trapped in the corner doesn't mean you can just

flip over the board.

And that applies to both sides.

I mean, after all, you didn't see Jesus tap dancing off that cross, now did you?

So if I want out of this, it's all on me.

That's just how the game gets played.

Satan, God, the two of them just all up in our shit since the day we were born.

Turning us left instead of right.

Making us who we are.

Moving us along one square at a time.

Everything happens for a reason.

And everybody's got their place in the game.

Sometimes it's just hard to tell who's on what side.

You know those things will kill you.

Hey, I know you.

You do them softcore titty flicks. I used to.

Shit.

Yeah, you're famous.

Yeah, I jerked off to you plenty of times.

Hey, I can help you.

Stand up.

You specifically said there would be, and I quote, six...

motherfucking figures bitches.

Remember saying that? No, I didn't say six figures. Oh, yeah, you did. No, I

didn't. Oh, you said that Nick said it was a six -figure deal.

Six motherfucking figures. What kind of accent is that? What is that, Japanese?

You sound ridiculous.

What I said was maybe, maybe six figures. Wait, wait, wait, wait. No, no,

Stop.

We fucking killed people for that money, okay? I would not have gone along with

this crazy fucking bullshit on a baby. Oh, don't even. If they didn't kill your

sister, you...

in a different direction, girlfriend.

Why'd you start selling your little pussy for money?

Huh?

I don't know.

Nobody ever does.

They say the Lord works in mysterious ways.

It's a mystery to me why a four -year -old girl has to watch her own father

in front of her.

How did you know that?

I don't know. Maybe I read that on the internet.

Maybe I just know.

God sent a lot of girls down that same path.

From daddy's little girl to dirty whore.

All those years you spent looking for daddy's lost love in the arms of older

and porn stars and John.

God, yeah, started piling those layers on thick, boy.

Dressed you up like his own Mary Magdalene.

So you tell God you're not going to be his whore anymore.

Take off them clothes.

God loves to judge, doesn't he?

For what?

Being ourselves for not being like him or his fucking cocksucker son?

I accept you just as you are.

God never gave himself to you.

But don't you feel compelled to do the same?

Just... Because you're gonna die.

Are you angry at God for the things he's done to you?

Yes. Yes.

Yes. I hate him.

People don't do that.

Dee, please.

What? Normal people don't do that. Hell, crazy people don't do that. She is

cuckoo.

Cuckoo for Cocoa Pie.

Denise. Denise, can you please keep it together, okay? I need at least one

sane person in this house right now.

Still going, huh?

You know they always say that torture's worse than death, but apparently not.

Or I must be doing something wrong.

Maybe I'm just a bit too gentle.

A little bit too much of a feminine touch, I guess.

Looks like I need to step in some way.

a weird fucking feeling.

All my hair is just put up on my arm.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

You alright?

I'm kind of busy.

Cinnamon?

Cinnamon?

You alright?

Is everything okay?

Why don't you put... Why don't you put that thing down?

Cinnamon, what's going on?

Give me that thing, okay?

That thing's cool.

Everything's okay.

Just give me... Okay, just give me... Cinnamon.

Just give me that thing, okay?

If he is who he says he is, it's going to be worth some serious crap, right? I

mean, fuck.

Somebody's got to be looking for it. You guys aren't really falling for this

poor shit, are you? You didn't see what happened to Cinnamon, did you not? Yeah,

I saw a girl who was shot high in the fucking tight. That's what I saw.

She spit crazy shit in my face that day. No one's even been going to spit out

that shit.

That's a sign of demonic possession. Oh, okay. Now you're an expert on demonic

possession?

Listen, morons. You put a huge hole in somebody's body and they're going to

out some weird shit, okay?

I don't understand why this requires an explanation that involves a super...

I am the son of Satan.

When my father finds out where I am, he will not be happy.

Hey, I'm fucking starving.

One of you gals want to go make me a grilled cheese? What happened to

I took her soul.

That's a demon in there now running the show.

What do you mean by her demon?

Really? Are we really having this conversation?

I said, damn it. This guy's a fucking joke. I'm not some junkie whore who

kill her own sister. Say a fucking word on my sister. I'll fucking kill you. All

right.

Who the fuck is that?

Sit! Tiny Wang and some hole!

That's his wife. Fuck!

What the hell are they doing here?

Shanice, give me your gun. Uh -uh. Where the hell is yours?

I lost it. Well, that's too bad. You ain't getting mine. I'm going to use

things. Give me back my gun. Find a keeper. Rosetta?

I remember... Good to see you again, Tony.

Don't act like you don't know who I am.

Is this your wife?

I feel like we've already met because he's told me so much about you.

Isn't that right, Tony?

I've never seen her before in my life. Tony, who are these people? Why don't

tell her who I am?

Especially after all the things you've told me about her.

I know how much he hates your father, but pretends to be nice to him so he can

keep his job at the bank.

He told me how you think his little crotch -punching fetish is sick.

And how you made him sit down.

About that, that's pretty fucked up.

Um, by the way, he hates that tattoo on your lower back.

That makes you look like a whore.

That's my tattoo.

Honey thinks you don't really have a problem with whores, do you, Tony?

This is, this is messed up.

I feel sad.

I feel sad.

Honey.

No, I have you.

And then you've been fucking me. You've got, this is, this is the reason that

got in.

This is the reason. This is the reason.

This is what's happening. I hope you have testicular cancer.

You're not leaving!

You're not leaving! We started this shit together, we're gonna finish it

together! There's nothing to finish! Nothing to finish? You heard him,

He's the goddamn Antichrist. He's gonna be fucking loaded. You have locked your

mind. Locked my mind?

Give me that.

Ow! Goddamn, Justin!

You're gonna fucking shot me!

Now I've got no gun. Well, where the hell is yours?

I lost it. Well, that ain't my problem. We'll get Cinnamon's gun. She ain't

gonna need it.

Where the hell is Cinnamon's gun?

I can't believe you left Cinnamon's gun at the goddamn crime scene. How is this

my fault?

Anyone of you could have grabbed it. Not the one who picked her up off the

bloody floor.

Fuck! The gun's got her finger pulled all over it. Shit, at least I need a

tetanus shot or something.

Oh, I want to look for money.

I want to look for money.

Now I've got no money, no thing, no fucking antichrist in my head. I hope

plan or not.

No one's going anywhere.

You're not taking Tiny Wang's car.

Because when your dumb ass gets pulled over for being black in a white

neighborhood, where do you think the first door they're going to come

is, huh? We leave, we leave together, end of fucking story. Now pick this

up off the ground and let's go.

Chop, chop.

I swear to God.

No more tricking. No more. Please,

please help me find it.

Somebody's got to come looking for you, right?

I mean, aren't you supposed to have minions or something?

Minions?

Yeah.

You mean like little dwarves or something? What the fuck are you talking

Well, if your father's the devil, then explain it.

Where the hell is he? Yeah, well, my father doesn't really come around.

Ever. I know that feeling.

What was that shit you were saying about the boogeyman?

Fuck away.

How did you do that?

That is some crazy shit. How the fuck did you do that?

I was just trying to move that knife.

I've never seen that before.

Her demon is so strong, it just jumped out of her, overtook her, started eating

away at her soul.

So what else can you do?

So let's just cut the bullshit.

What was the story with you and Cable?

We were making a deal.

I fucking knew it. How much? He was making a deal with the devil.

What makes you think that has anything to do with money?

He was doing a job for me.

And in return, he was going to get a spot on the winning side.

What winning side? What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm talking about the end days.

The Armageddon, the big shebang.

That's gonna happen soon.

Sooner than you think.

Don't look to the Bible for answers.

They got that shit all wrong.

The Armageddon is not a fight over heaven and earth and souls.

It's a fight over you.

In particular, no, but over the human race.

See, the Bible tells you that God created man. God didn't create man.

We did.

For real? It took five million years from the time we got the first chimp to

stand upright to the time that the human being evolved.

There were mistakes, failed experiments, half men, half chimps, everybody's

fucking retarded. It was a mess.

But then...

About 200 ,000 years ago, we finally got it right with the evolution of the homo

sapien.

Modern man was smart, imaginative, ambitious.

Certainly not like anything that ever came out of God's asshole.

Let me tell you, God was pissed.

Why? Because in God's world...

Every living thing is a slave to its own instincts. Working together to make the

grass greener, the oceans blue, or whatever the fuck. Makes me sick.

My father did not create human beings to be a part of this

ridiculousness. He created human beings to dominate, consume, fuck

like rabbits, overpopulate this stinkball and shoot off into space.

So what does God do?

That fuck, he gives you souls.

He makes you his. That thieving motherfucker hates you from us.

Souls.

Ruined. With that shitty, sugary frosting.

So how's it gonna go down?

I get into politics.

I'm a small -town mayor, state congressman.

Has to work myself out the American political system till I'm sitting in the

Oval Office with my trigger finger on a stash of nukes and a sexy intern sitting

on my cock.

G -Spot sends his faggot ass angels like they stand a chance.

My dad sends his boys and the whole thing goes off pay -per -view style.

In the end...

We tell God to take his angels, his souls, and whatever other crap he's got

laying around and get the fuck out.

We restore the human race to its intended glory as servants of Satan. We

like rock stars.

That's what I'm talking about.

How do you know you're gonna win? Well, that's where your pimp came in.

He was gonna kill somebody for me. Who?

Pregnant woman from the Bronx.

Why? Because her baby is the son of God.

You still with me?

Yeah, I think.

You're talking about the Messiah?

No, I'm talking about the next host of the Tonight Show.

Why don't you just do it yourself?

I can't.

Why not?

I don't know. I don't know why.

It's just the way it is. Those are the rules.

A descendant of Satan can't kill a descendant of God, or vice versa.

Law and nature. Just like you can't travel faster than the speed of light, I

can't kill the Son of God.

It's fucking lame.

So that's why you were meeting with my pimp?

He's my guy in New York for good weed and filthy whores. No offense.

Oh, no, take it.

Son, you already knew my story.

Seemed like the perfect match.

Gable kills the Messiah.

We win the war.

Done deal.

I can fucking do this.

Shit! I will... Cut that bitch and her baby down easy as apple pie. Down

you know, you make it sound really fucking cool.

Your friend's never going to go for it. Oh, fuck her. She's not my friend. I

always hated her. Fat ass anyway.

What am I going to do? Say no?

Besides, you're probably the most qualified person I know to do this

Wait. You're going to be so much fun. You know, I have never killed an unborn

baby before.

You're really not a well -adjusted person.

Hey, what are we going to do about Justine? You know, she does have the

gun. Shit.

I'll dropkick that bitch into her next life.

I meant that figuratively, of course.

Justin? Now go away from here.

Okay, okay, just relax. Relax?

Did you just fucking say relax?

God, you look like shit. Drop that knife.

Do you even have any bullets left? I'm not putting your goddamn face, you

fucking skank, unless you drop that knife, okay?

Okay. Okay, it's all good.

First things first, I want the keys to the car.

They're in my bag.

Where's your bag?

It's in the living room.

It's a rental. Shut the fuck up.

I want answers from you.

If you really are the Antichrist, then you should know things, right?

Not when you say things.

Things. Things about God and the devil.

Yeah, I know a few things here and there. Look, we can all sit down and

fun. Shut the fuck up. Back off. Back off.

I just need some shit. I'm seriously on the fucking edge right now.

I'm looking for... Give me a fucking reason to shoot somebody. Give me a

reason. I'm gonna stand in that corner and give you girl here a little space.

You wanna talk?

Let's talk. What do you want to know?

Where's my sister?

Is she in heaven?

I don't know.

I'm sorry, your sister, she's not one of my Facebook friends.

I don't really have a reason to keep you alive now, do I?

Fair enough.

What do you say we try something a little less specific?

What else you got?

Tell me about God. What about him?

What's he like?

He's a fucking dick.

I don't have to tell you that, do I? Now, you should already know that.

Don't you?

Give you a junkie mama.

Father who was all nasty and burby, crawling up in your shit.

Busted your cherry when you were, what, 11?

What chance you possibly have in a normal life?

All that dick you've sucked since all those greasy old men stuck their shit

inside of you. You still can't wash out the stink of that first time, can you?

I could read you like the top line of an eye chart. You're not even a challenge.

Ask me about God.

God doesn't give a shit about you.

You look at that mess in the mirror.

That's all God.

He made you weak, corruptible. He handed you over to us gift -wrapped with a bow

on top.

He was laughing the day you were born, and he's still laughing at you right

That's shit. I'm afraid of babies.

Oh, come on. She's right there. Just go chop her fucking head off. It's easy as

pie. Oh, if it's so easy, you go do it.

I don't think I'm really going to go down a flight of stairs after you busted

out my knee.

You really afraid of babies, huh?

Some shit happened when I was a kid. I don't want to talk about it.

Listen, she's not going anywhere.

There's only one window down there, and Tiny Wang went and boarded it all up.

And why? What did he do to that? Because he's fucking crazy. I don't know.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is you take care of her.

Go do your, you know, your thing, your stuff, your voodoo or whatever the fuck

you call it. Get some practice on that bit.

You know what, that's actually a pretty good idea.

Help me find my gun.

Where did you have it left?

Well, if I knew that, hello?

You're supposed to be so damn clairvoyant, Mr. Dumbass. Why don't you

where I left it? I can't read a damn thing about it, yeah.

What? I don't know.

Well, then, maybe I'll just pray to St. Anthony.

My mum always said if you lose something, you pray to St. Anthony and

you find it.

You gonna pray to St. Anthony?

Yes, I am.

To find the gun that we're gonna use to kill the Son of God.

Damn straight.

You're one twisted bitch.

So I was thinking, why don't we tag team it, you know? I'll go drive him to the

Bronx and count Little Miss pregnant.

You can stay here and do your little Harry Potter thing I'm just saying.

I gotta be there when we kill the Messiah.

And I'm not going anywhere with my leg like that.

What? You don't trust me?

I just want to see the whole thing again.

That's all.

My baby daddy.

He can do it. He can get her and bring her here.

Who? My baby daddy. He lives in Riverdale. He's right there.

Oh, my God. I love it when a plan comes together. Hang on just a second.

Chuck, Chuck.

While you're here, you need to shake that shit off your face. I like my look.

I look like De Niro in Angel Heart. My hair all slicked back. You look like you

need a bath.

That's what you look like. Wait, this guy you're calling, is he reliable?

Oh, by the way, he doesn't know what it is that I do for a living. When he gets

me, I try to, you know, keep it on the DL.

What the hell is this?

It's your dress.

If you know shit, it's got a drug for that. If you know shit, it's got a...

Hello? Hey, baby, get this.

Where you been? You ain't been to see the baby a week. Listen, stop talking. I

need you to do something for me, and it's real, real important.

Okay, sweetheart?

Okay, I'm listening.

There's this woman in the Bronx that I need you to pick up and bring here.

Where's here?

Upstate.

I mean, pick her ass up and bring it here.

Is she going to be cool, or is it... No, I'm pretty sure you're going to have to

take a bitch by force. No, man.

Look, this bitch owes a lot of money to somebody I know, and, um... She's got,

like, a rich uncle, so we're going to hold her until he pays her debt.

It's kind of like being a bill collector.

And if you help us out, he's going to give you 200 grand.

That's real nice.

Listen, take down this address.

1806...

Livingston Street off Riverdale Avenue.

My name is Marisol. Listen, I'm a little high right now. Stop talking and go.

Text me when you got her and I'll tell you where to go. My old number, not this

one. What about the baby?

Put her off the street.

She's around my sitter or something. There's only three.

I never had a sitter and I turned out fine.

Stop wasting time and go.

Alright, I'm going.

I think it would be real nice if maybe you came by to visit and you saw the

baby.

What was that huh?

Yo, uh, I'm a friend of your, um, oh, uh, my co -girlfriend. Well, I

can call somebody for you.

I can call somebody for you, like AAA or somebody.

Oh, um, can I just come in for a second?

Because, um, because I got hurt. Sir, I don't know you. I can't do that. Can you

just leave? Please. I'm having an asthma attack. Sir, just leave.

Okay, baby daddy comes through. Good deal.

Now... We just gotta take care of little Miss Thang in the basement.

You broke my phone, you fucking wanker!

Whatever you do to her, make it slow.

That cunt called me around the tank with a goddamn heel. Shit still hurts. I'm

just gonna use my A -game here.

Crack a... Please. You just learned this shit this morning. Don't act like you

got a fucking A -game.

You know, a little positive reinforcement would be really nice. I'm

positively reinforce my foot up your ass until your nose bleeds if you don't get

the stepping. Now, come on. The dynamics of our relationship changed all in the

past half hour.

You might want to hang back a little bit. You're jamming my frequency.

I got nothing. I can't do it. What do you mean you can't do it? You did it

before. Yeah, I know. I know. I just...

Fucking working right now. Well, make it work. I can't.

You quit hovering over me. You make me nervous. You're like a fucking hawk.

Well, it's not my fault. You're a lipstick motherfucker.

Please, please.

Just turn the knock -knock down just to taste. Could you fucking...

Thanks for watching!

Thank you.

This can't be real.

Always be able to explain.

Even when you're staring at your own redeeming right face.

See, if God builds houses out of brick, we can't get in. But you, you had a few

cracks in your structure.

The gold didn't even put up a fight.

Here!

Trap is gonna be a fun time.

Now, it's time for me to move on.

You've been a bit of a drag lady. You never want to have fun anymore.

So what's the matter? She wants me to eat your skull.

Good thing I happened to be really...

Thank you.

I think I got her.

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure I got her.

You might want to go down there, Jack.

Blimey, bitch. I told you I don't do basements.

I got a nail in my knee. Oh, you got a nail in your knee? Mm -hmm. Oh.

Jesus H. Hold on.

There's nothing with a pulse in that basement.

For real?

Huh?

Who's the man? Seriously, though.

Seriously, though. That's what you get for being...

Seriously, that's all I'm saying.

That's all I'm saying. This motherfucker right here has got some fucking skills.

That's all I'm saying.

I'm the man. Who's the man? Took you long enough.

You know, I never bought into that whole behind every good man is a good woman

bullshit.

But goddamn, woman.

I mean, god fucking damn.

Not that I'm insecure or anything.

It's just, you know, this is the first time I've ever had sex with anybody who

couldn't telepathically find their sweet spot.

You are okay there, soldier.

Besides, my sweet spot's been worn down to a nub anyway.

Listen, thanks so much for picking me up. I really appreciate this.

The house is up here, like 12 or 13 miles.

That's right near where I'm going.

Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?

No, it's cool. I'm fine. I just gotta walk it off.

Hey, do you have a cell phone?

Hey, if I'm gonna kill the Son of God, do I need, like, a special knife or

something? Like one with a big -ass skull on top or some shit like that?

Shit, you can do it with a butter knife for all I care, as long as you don't

fuck it up.

Hi, uh, this is gonna sound nuts, but hear me out. Um, me and my friends, we

kidnapped this guy and killed a whole bunch of people, and it turns out this

is actually the Antichrist, and him and my crazy friend Rosetta are gonna...

What?

Yeah. No, yes, that's what I said, the Antichrist.

Okay, I'm gonna yeah, I'm gonna start over We're hookers and we we robbed our

pimp and there's this guy and he's gonna This is really hard to explain. Can you

they're gonna kill a pregnant lady. Can you just please send the cops?

Do you hear a knocking sound in the back?

Really gotta get that checked out.

Hello. I'm sorry.

I'm still here Okay, here's the deal. I don't know exactly where this house is,

but the house is owned by a guy named Tiny Wang.

No, no, no, not Tiny Wang.

It's something like Toby Wang or Tommy Wang or something.

Excuse me?

Really? Oh, really? Is this actually... Hello?

Can you hang up on me?

I just got hung up on by 911. How fucking rude!

I'm sorry. You must think I'm totally nuts.

I do know where the house was.

This is the most pointless fucking bullshit I have ever seen. You couldn't

do this outside. You couldn't just leave them there and drag Laura outside.

There's Bonnie out there. He's got this one of Bonnie.

Go answer the door then, I gotta go. Yeah, you go carry the call. I'm the

-Christ, I think that deserves a little bit of respect.

And what the hell took you so long? Jesus Christ, what happened to you?

Now where's the girl? You did do what I asked, right?

Are you a prostitute?

What would make you say such a terrible thing to me? Of course not.

Are you? Or are you not having sex with strange men for money? Yes or no?

No, I'm not a hooker, you pig!

Now, Gil, better be able to trunk that call. Sir, help me. Don't you ever put

your back on me!

Don't you ever put your back on me, man!

Oh, man.

Take your fucking hands off me.

I cannot believe I didn't see this coming.

What a moron I am. But, man, it's all starting to be clear.

Stupid am I.

Now I know why you were getting all that money all the time. And I knew I heard

you talking to people.

What a moron I am, huh?

What a moron I must have been.

Are you a pimp?

I'm everybody's pimp.

Why would a pussy with the asshole like you ever get a woman like that?

What the fuck are you standing around for? You know what you've got to do. Go

fucking do it.

Come on, push.

Push.

Oh,

hell no.

Fuck that, Rosetta. Fuck that. I'm warning you. Look, you see, it doesn't

to be like this. Hand over the pregnant bitch. We'll forget about all that other

shit. Fuck that.

I'll put you right down the fucking middle. Do not just swing that thing at

I will fucking murder you, do you hear me? Then go take a big, steamy, crass,

radical, sexist, great bitch. No, what?

This genius fucking did it. You can do it, you man.

one thing we know how to do in hell.

That's fuck.

You ever read the Bible?

Well, that part's pretty good, Revelator.

The rest of it you can pretty much just wipe your ass with. But Revelation's

just got some good shit in it.

It is a myth, though, nonetheless.

See, the real Armageddon's not going to have such a happy ending.

At least not for God.

Shut her up, will you?

Happy endings are bullshit anyway.

It's all a matter of when you stop telling the story.

Being life, everybody's final scene is a bitch.

my god damn gun.

Fucking kidding me. What the fuck is wrong with my head? Who's your father?

What's wrong with my fucking head?

Who's your goddamn father? How the fuck should I know?

Fuck!

You can't do it.

You can't kill her.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You can't kill her because...

You're the daughter of Satan.

Uh -uh. He sent you, his only daughter, to help me, his only son.

Uh -uh.

It all makes sense now. That's why I can't fucking read you. You don't have a

fucking soul.

Fuck that shit.

Rosetta, you listen to me. You are the daughter of the devil, which would make

you my...

their problem.

So your daddy's from hell? Well, I'm from the front, bitch.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Police are calling it.

A bloodbath. Four prostitutes allegedly killing a dozen people in New York and

Natteron. The quiet upstate neighborhood is still reeling over the kidnapping,

torture, and murder of a pregnant woman from the Bronx and a local couple.

Victims included 27 -year -old Marisol Walker and Anthony and Anna Wang. The

bloodbath began here in this Bronx residence where Deniapolis and her crew

murdered their pimp and seven others. Many of them killed execution style.

year old hostage, who told police he was visiting... Police say the man, who has

yet to be identified, was on vacation in New York when he was allegedly

kidnapped by the Craigslist.

Just before he slipped into a coma, he gave this account to police. They were

crazy. They tried to cut that woman's baby out of her womb. I did everything I

could to stop them. Police say the victim reportedly attempted to shield

woman. Justine DeNeapolis may have initiated the killing spree to avenge

murder of her sister. The Raiders believe it to be 23 -year -old Justine

DeNeapolis. Police released her disturbing 911 call in which she

the murder and even accuses one of her captives of being the Antichrist. We

kidnapped this guy and killed a whole bunch of people.

And it turns out this guy is actually the Antichrist.

It was that 911 call that sent police to the house.

This guy is a hero.

I mean, where are things going? This guy is going to be more popular than the

Beatles. Oh my God, he is just such a hero.

They should clone that guy. Hundreds of them. They should be.

I'm praying for him. And you know something?

We need more guys like him. Coming up, you've heard about the rampaging hookers

in New York. Find out why some people say it could happen here next, after the

break.

He has awoken from his coma. We're going to go live now from St. Mary's

Hospital. Let's listen. I can't thank people enough.

And I guarantee you, I plan on reading every last letter that was sent to me.

Every one, even if it takes me years.

I heard you were a political science major in college.

Did you ever think of running for office?

I do plan on going into politics.

But if I run for office, it's going to be on my belief.

My ideas.

Not on my 15 minutes of fame.

Democrat or Republican?

Pardon?

Are you going to run as a Democrat or Republican?

I guess we're just going to have to wait and find out.

How do you feel about being called a national hero?

I don't feel like a hero.

You know?

I wasn't able to save that couple, that woman.

I watched him kill her right in front of me.

I just got to thank God for saving me. I mean, if it wasn't for Jesus Christ,

I wouldn't be here.

But, I'll tell you this, I would gladly trade my life for the life of that

unborn baby. I really do mean that.

I'm sorry. You don't save that baby's life, dude. Things have been so crazy

around here.

I don't know how I forgot to tell you, but the baby survived.

He's doing fine.

Come again?

The bullet missed the child by just millimeters.

As soon as they brought the woman into the operating room, we were able to save

the child.

The mother, she didn't make it, but the baby's as healthy as can be.

Ironic, but...

The child was born with an advanced bacterial infection and he would have

in the womb if it wasn't for this whole incident.

Actually, the bullet that saved that child's life, it's absolutely

That's just... That's just great.

I'll tell you.

I'd hate to be on the wrong side of that kid because he's one tough little

cookie.

You alright?

Huh?