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It's tonight.

I was told by God himself that the world is going to explode into a billion

pieces tonight.

Come on now, Mr. Sankoff. Let's get you back in your bed. It's very late. You

should be sleeping.

Sleep? How can you think about sleep when the world is about to explode? No.

No. I need to be awake. I need to witness the apocalypse with my own two

If I am sleeping, I will miss it.

Don't you remember this?

Attention all residents.

Lights out was 40 minutes ago, so if you're not in your room, you're in the

wrong place.

Remember, tomorrow is Visitor's Day, so please try to get a good night's sleep

so that you can look and feel your best.

Also, please be advised that doing these are significant.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Huh? What are you doing?

Playing. I told you over an hour ago to put your dolls away and go to bed.

You know Daddy had a hard day. We talked about this at dinner.

Why do you refuse to do what I say?

I don't know.

Do you want to wake your sister up?

No dolls for a week.

Get up.

Get up.

that you are going to learn to listen to daddy.

I love that ass.

Now you're still a pretty hot chick for being a mother too.

You think?

No, if you love me, you know it's better than getting up to half.

Wait.

Wait.

Stop.

Okay.

Come

on.

Take that.

There's the shit out of me every time I've said that. Bill, you promised me

would fix that.

Okay, okay, I'll do it tomorrow, all right?

Come here, you sexy little bitch.

Shh, be very quiet, Sarah.

It's way past your bedtime.

You know I'm only letting you stay up. You're such a perfect little...

You naughty little bitch.

Do you like that? Oh, yeah.

Huh? Mm -hmm.

Mary, don't touch these breakers, okay?

I know that. I'm not stupid.

Nobody said you were.

Just making sure.

You've been a very bad buddy, Mr. Wiggles. Now I'm sorry, but I'm gonna

punish you.

Do you like that?

Shit.

Honey, I found the problem.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Mommy, what does this button do?

It turns the lights off and on.

Don't touch it, honey.

Okay, Mrs. Showalter, let me just double check this. Mr. Showalter was repairing

a damaged wire in the stairwell this morning when your daughter, Fancy, her

is Fancy, correct?

Yes. And she's six years old?

Yes. So anyway, when Fancy came into the kitchen this morning, she immediately

went over to the circuit box and flipped on the breaker switch that your husband

had shut off. Is that correct?

Yeah.

I guess so. I don't know.

It was in front of the stove cooking breakfast when I heard.

She's only six years old. She didn't know.

Haven't you got enough?

I need to be alone with my daughter.

Yes, yes, of course, Mrs. Showalter.

Thank you for your time.

I'm very sorry for your loss, and we'll contact you later if we have any further

questions.

You said you were going to cut the grass today.

Alice, I'm trying to watch some TV here.

Oh.

You're watching TV, huh?

Well, I am tired of watching the goddamn grass grow. The neighbors must think we

are the biggest slobs on this block. I don't give a shit what the neighbors

think.

Well, I do.

No. You lazy bastard. You are not going to do this to me again this weekend.

What is wrong with you, woman? Are you crazy?

You are making me crazy.

Now, I swear to God, Jack, if you don't get up off of your lazy ass and get out

there and mow the goddamn lawn, I am going to smash...

to mow your lawn.

Little hot out here today for yard work, isn't it, Jack?

Tell my wife that.

Here, this ought to help.

What's the problem?

Thanks. Oh, I ran over a damn piece of concrete.

You know, Mary, you're looking awful damn good in that bikini. You sure those

are your kids? I mean, you look like a kid yourself.

I'll take that as a compliment, Jack. Thank you.

Yep, those are my girls.

Bill knocked me up with Fancy when I was 15, and then Gail there was a total

shock because after all... Jack!

Come in here.

I need you to look at something.

Fuck. Godzilla calls.

See you later, Jack.

Yeah. See ya.

What do you want now?

This damn thing won't work.

I ran into a pizza. Get in the house. No, no, no. You get in the damn house

right now.

Okay, sweetie, bedtime.

Mommy, can you read me one story?

No, not today, honey. Mommy's tired.

Please, Mommy? No.

Come on, Fancy. Don't bother me.

Come on.

Kisses.

Let's go.

This is a surprise, Jack.

What'd you do with the wife? Lock her in the basement?

She got all pissed off at me. Went over to her mother so that they could both

sit around and bitch about me.

Fuck them.

Come on in.

Hold it, Mr.

Wiggles, but be very careful.

It has electricity in it.

Mr. Wiggles!

Mr. Wiggles!

Are you dead?

Are you going to heaven with my daddy, Mr.

Wiggles?

Mommy, my tummy hurts.

Fancy, get your butt back in that bed right now.

But it hurts.

Shut the goddamn door.

Oh,

cool! I love these guys!

Thanks, Gayle.

God, I wish I had a CD player so we could hear it right now.

Well, baby, sometimes wishes come true.

Oh my god, no way!

This is really mine?

I hope you like it.

Oh my God, I love it.

This will go perfect with my purple mini.

I know.

And my blue suede one.

Oh, you butt face.

Now I know why you picked out blue one.

You're 16 now, Fancy.

It's time you learned a few things about being a woman.

Mom, gross!

You think I really want to look at a bunch of naked guys with their things

hanging out? That's nasty.

See that?

That's the only thing a man is good for. Cut it out!

The sooner you know that, the better. Let go!

Good pick, Mrs. Showalter.

Here, take this to the big crybaby.

Why did you bring that in here?

Mom made me.

You're so gross.

Some of these guys are pretty hot.

You are so sick.

What's wrong with looking at naked guys?

I bet you wouldn't mind seeing Jason Ellis naked.

Ew!

He's so good looking and you know he likes you.

Why don't you talk to him?

No, he's not good looking and you are an idiot.

I bet you have fantasies about having him right here in this bed with you.

Ooh, Jason baby, give it some...

Tony, my birthday party is over.

Chill out. I was only goofing on you. Whatever.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Girl, somebody should really teach you how to have some fun. Goodbye, Tony.

Whatever. Later.

Hey, why did you throw this away?

Because the color doesn't work for me anymore.

Well, it still worked for me.

You are so gross, Toni.

I am not.

I'm just 50.

Whatever.

Did you decide on the black one or the red one?

Red.

Good. The black one looks better on me anyways.

Are you ever going to buy your own clothes?

Why should I?

You suck.

I know.

And all the boys just love me for it.

You already needed some serious help, girl.

Can you believe I'm going to be completely finished with college in just

days? God, I know.

I can't wait.

I never thought I'd make it. And I for sure never thought you would.

It's not nice.

You're just as smart as you are.

Being a smart ass is not the same as being smart.

straw parties with me.

You never have any fun.

That's not true.

I have fun.

No.

I mean, you never have any fun.

God.

We've been best friends since we were 10 years old and I still don't know if

you're a virgin or not.

Because it's none of your business?

I mean, we can talk about anything under the sun except sex.

Why?

and talked about what happened to your dad when you were a kid. Why is sex such

a taboo subject with you?

Sex is a very personal thing for me and I don't feel like discussing it with

you.

Maybe.

Maybe you never bring any guys home because secretly this is what you're

You are such a sicko.

How did I wind up with such a wacko like you for a best friend?

You love me and you know it.

Come on, sicko. Let's get out of here.

That's pretty cute, huh?

He's a geek.

So you're a geek?

Perfect match.

This might help.

I'd like to see things like that happen to other people besides just me.

I don't know. Good it happens, but I do feel sorry for you.

You're a fan of Joe Walter, aren't you?

I'm sorry. Have we met before?

No, I'm Eddie Corvette.

Corvette? No, Corvette.

I know your friend Tony.

Oh. He told me a lot about you.

I'm going to go get another beer. You want to talk to me in the kitchen?

We can talk better in there. It looks like you need another drink anyway.

Sure, why not?

Hey.

What are you going to do after graduation?

Right now I'm just really looking forward to going home and chilling out

while. I hear that.

I think we could all use a break.

You're a biology major, right?

Man, Tony really has told you that about me.

You know Tony. If she's not eating, she's talking.

Well, then you don't know Tony as well as you think you know her. If you think

mouthful of food is going to slow her down, it just makes her harder to

understand.

Seriously, what are your plans in the bio field?

Well, actually, I'm interested in biochemistry more than anything.

Really? Yeah.

I'd like to be able to create safe, effective drugs that virtually eliminate

negative side effects by synthetically blending ancient Asian herbal compounds.

in conjunction with the latest DNA -based spinal fluid derivative.

So you want to be a drug dealer.

I'm only kidding. I think it sounds awesome.

I wish you the greatest success.

Yeah. Either that or I want to push the hop -and -pop -and -eye -opener special

over at Breakfast Bob's.

So tell me, how is it that a pretty, funny, intelligent girl like yourself

doesn't have a boyfriend?

I don't know.

To me, men are kind of like this.

An accident waiting to happen.

I think all you really need is a man who knows how to take control.

What's going on?

I'm leaving, that's what.

Go on and get out of here, you bitch!

Everyone knows why you're fucking crazy fancy!

That's what happens to people that kill their own father!

Giuseppe's Pizza. Hey, how's it going? Great.

One large cheese and a large soda. $13 .78, please.

The guy on the phone said it'd only be $9 .99.

Oh, yeah. That's their newspaper special.

Do you have a coupon?

He didn't say anything about a coupon.

No coupon, huh?

Tell you what. I got an extra one in my car. I'll just staple it to your

receipt, and no one will know the difference.

Well, Scott, that's very nice of you. Thank you.

No problem.

Here's $12.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, hey, listen, this isn't my regular route. A guy called in sick.

Anyways, next time you order a pie from Giuseppe's, just ask for me. I don't

mind making a special trip for a great customer. Okay, great. I'll do that. All

right, thanks a lot. Remember, next time, just ask for Scott.

You know, Gail, keep eating that kind of crap and you're going to weigh

200 pounds by the time you're 20.

So what? Maybe I want to weigh 200 pounds.

Yeah? What man is going to want you then?

Mom, I'm 18.

I weigh 115 pounds.

I can eat pizza if I want.

You're just jealous because I can eat the stuff and you can't. Bullshit.

Why would I want to shove all that greasy crap down my throat?

Why are you so obsessed with your body?

It seems so unhealthy to worry about it all the time the way you do.

Look at me.

37 years old and not an extra ounce of fat on me.

I can still wear the same clothes I wore when I was your age, sneaking into

discos. Whoopee!

Big... Fucking deal. I mean, really. Who cares, Mom?

You really have a piss -poor attitude, young lady.

I'll tell you who cares.

Men.

You think a man wants to be with a fat, sloppy old woman who's let herself go?

No. Why do you think men still find me so desirable?

Because you're a hoe?

You little bitch.

I am your mother. You don't talk to me that way. It's true.

You won't sleep with anybody who looks at you twice.

is the most powerful tool you have to use against a man. And if you don't

to be in control of it, you give up the power to them.

Then they control you.

And when that happens, you're nothing.

Do you understand me? You're nothing.

You're nothing!

Get back here and clean this mess up!

No!

I'm not cleaning this shit up.

You can stay like this for a month for all I care.

Sleepy girl.

What are you doing up?

I heard you come in. What are you doing?

Cleaning up somebody's mess.

No, I mean, what are you doing home?

Oh, nice, and I thought you missed me. Come on, Fancy, you know what I mean.

Your graduation's the day after tomorrow.

I know.

Mom and I were going to drive up around 6 o 'clock this morning to make it up

there tonight.

That is, if we don't kill each other first.

So what's going on? Are we all driving up together or something?

No.

I decided not to do the whole ceremony thing.

What? I just... I don't want to deal with all that craziness.

Wow, Mom's going to be so pissed.

Mom's always pissed.

Did Tony come home too?

Hell no.

I think she'd want to miss out on being the center of all that attention.

But I don't get it. Why don't you want to be there?

Baby sister, it's way too long a story to go into at 3 o 'clock in the morning.

Now come on, go back to bed.

Okay.

Thanks for cleaning up the mess.

I'm not even going to ask what happened.

Good. See you in the morning.

It is the morning.

I'll see you in the afternoon.

Glad you're home. Me too, hon.

Now go to bed.

Night. Night.

Okay, Mommy's gonna take a picture. Smile.

Okay. Come on, Daddy, can we take one more? Please, please, please, please.

Okay, little cutie pie, one more and that's it, okay?

No,

it's just like you to ruin this for me.

Mom, graduation was two weeks ago. Let it go already. After I worked my ass off

to send you to college, you can't even give me the satisfaction of seeing you

graduate.

Excuse me?

Worked your ass off?

You've always been an ungrateful brat.

You are amazing, you know that?

You give me $800 ,000 towards tuition.

I had to take out a loan for the rest, which I'll be paying on for God knows

long. Plus, I worked a full -time job to support myself the entire time I was in

school. So if anyone worked their ass off, it was me.

You are so self -centered.

You think the whole world just revolves around you.

You better look in the mirror when you say that.

Because you're talking about yourself.

Come on, you guys.

I'm trying to watch TV.

You couldn't stay up there just two more days and graduate like the rest of the

kids. I graduated, Mom. I just didn't want to stand up there on some big, ugly

rope just so they could hand me some piece of paper.

Well, I would have given anything for the chance to stand up there and get

piece of paper.

Well, that's you, Mom.

But you're not me.

Tony. Hey, what's up?

Fancy, you remember a guy from school?

You know, from the fat party?

Oh, yeah. Oh, sorry.

How are you? I'm good. How are you?

Great. Here, come on in.

Here, have a seat.

Fancy, I can't believe you missed the graduation ceremony.

God, not you too.

I've been having to hear about that for the past two weeks.

Sorry. Well, that's not what I came to talk to you about anyway.

Guess. What?

What? No, guess.

You're pregnant.

No, really, guess. You won the lottery. I don't know, Tony. What?

Guy and I are getting married!

What? I... I mean, congratulations.

Really?

Well, we're leaving for Vegas in an hour. I just wanted to stop by and tell

the good news.

Isn't it awesome?

Yeah, it's awesome.

When did you... Honey, I gotta pee. Where's the... Oh, uh, it's straight

there. Thanks.

Be right back, baby butt.

Please tell me this is just another one of your dumbass jokes.

No.

We're in love.

Isn't it cool?

How can you be in love if you really know him?

Well, Guy says we're soulmates and that time doesn't exist for true soulmates.

Are you crazy?

How do you know he's not the kind of homicidal maniac?

Don't be so paranoid, fan.

You know what his last name is?

Dahmer?

No.

Burrell.

As in Burrell Oil?

So, you think rich guys can't be axed murders?

She's saying how happy she is for us, honey.

Yeah, sure she was.

Sorry, it's just, it's so sudden. Oh my God. That's okay, I understand.

That's the guy that delivered my pizza a couple weeks ago.

Scott's throat had been slashed and doctors say blood tests revealed a high

level of a new sophisticated drug called Caspicinitol, or as it's becoming known

on the streets, Casper.

Caspicinitol is a barbiturate that rapidly induces sleep and can be fatal

large doses.

See what I'm talking about?

Investigators are asking anyone who might have seen something to come

Honey, gotta go. Don't want to miss that plane.

I know, I know.

Well, you guys, wish me luck.

I'll see you in a couple weeks, and I'll be Mrs. Tony Andrea Burrell.

Bye, Tony. Good luck. Have fun.

Bye, Hailey. I'll bring you back a T -shirt.

Bye, Mrs.

Sherwalken. Bye, Tony.

In other news, a 52 -year -old man wearing a diaper was arrested this

for flashing some of the female residents of a Golden Acres senior

home. The senior's home is located directly across the street from the

house in Pinehurst Hills.

Sources say this is not the first time the man has done this.

Next time you try to take money off me, you're going to have to do it with your

other hand.

Good shit.

Motherfucker. Fuck this shit.

When I take care of that, next time he steals from somebody, he's going to have

to do it with his tongue.

I believe that. You ass went on that boy.

What?

What?

Because you got me believing that I could be your

man.

One,

two in the morning.

I will never survive it, if you don't set things

right.

My heart, it cries to me, since I'm in too deep.

You will walk away today and you know that I'm true.

And I'll be left here all alone, looking like the fool.

I believe it's a good boy.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Maybe a little red riding hood.

Yeah, and I'm a big bad wolf.

What can I do you, poor pretty lady?

Tequila. Oh, no line.

Uh -huh.

I think we're going to be serious about this tonight.

Well, lady, you're in the right place.

Thanks. My pleasure.

I'm John.

Around here, most of the women just refer to me as Big John.

That's Earl.

Me and Earl made a bet thing.

You bet me ten bucks, you're lost.

And you don't know where you are.

Hey, buddy.

Bring me another black and coke and, uh... What's that?

Tequila?

Uh -huh.

Two more shots of them.

Now you see I bet a world over there that you know we are you know exactly

you're looking for Got a quarter.

Yeah, I got a quarter.

Hope you don't need to call your mother

Let me tell you a story.

It's a story about a girl I know who is so damn man to me.

This girl is so mean, she can slap the taste out of your mouth just by looking

at you wrong.

Oh, I'm telling you, this girl is mean.

She can make a grown man fall to his knees, even if he got two good

legs.

And whoo, this girl is fun. I mean, this girl is fun.

Fine, fine, fine. This girl is so fine, she can turn a cow pit into sweet cherry

wine.

Now that's fine.

But I don't know why

you treat me mean, you treat me bad.

Oh, goddamn, that was nice.

You know, I had a feeling this was gonna be my lucky night.

Oh, this is definitely your night, cowboy.

Got another quarter?

Yes, ma 'am.

Good. Go play me another song on that thing.

You got it.

Down the hatch, lover.

Not for that.

Tough.

Why don't you come show me why they call you

Big John?

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

Just shut up and fuck me.

Don't believe me, baby.

You're definitely going to be fucked.

Yeah, yeah.

Now you know why they call me Big John, right?

What's wrong, lover?

Not feeling so well?

Don't you feel like a big man anymore?

Shut up.

Funny you don't feel like such a big man to me now, John.

Fine.

You like how I feel, baby, huh?

Does that feel good?

Let's see if you like how this feels.

Guess what, big John?

You're the one that got fucked.

Oh, don't go in there just yet.

John says he needs a couple of minutes to pull himself together.

Let's recap.

So, when you heard your buddy scream, you thought he was just having an

Is that right?

Yeah, man. I just figured he was enjoying himself.

Busting a nut, you know.

Damn, that fucked up.

Okay, then this woman in a red dress comes out and she says not to go inside

about five minutes because your buddy's getting himself together.

Right, that's right.

So how long did you wait before he went in?

I don't know.

Maybe about five minutes.

Then what'd you do?

Then I ran out here and told the bartender, call 911.

Then I ran out to the parking lot and tried to catch that fucking whore.

But you didn't see anything.

Well, she was gone.

I'd swear to Christ if I'd have caught her. I'd have cut her up into little

pieces and fed her to my dogs.

All right, Earl, I want you to think real hard.

You ever see this woman with your buddy before?

No, I don't remember this fucking bitch.

What the fuck was this, a robbery? Did she take his money?

We don't know. We're not sure. Here's my card.

If you think of anything, give me a call.

Do me a favor, don't leave town for the next few days. I may need you to come

down to the station and look at some mug shots.

I ain't going nowhere.

All right, thanks. We'll be in touch.

You just find that fucking bitch, you hear?

Oh, don't worry, Earl. We're all over it.

What do you got for me tonight, Stewart?

That's a messy one tonight, Detective Rodriguez. Cut him from ear to ear.

How you doing, man?

I'm fine, bro.

Anyway, as you can see, it's a very clean wound.

Very sharp knife. Very big knife.

Big like what?

Big like a hunting knife?

No, no. More like a kitchen knife. The kind you'd use to carve up a big, fat

turkey. Slice the jugular clean in half. God bless him less than a minute.

That's the damage that killed him.

This is the one. Oh, it's really smart.

Wow, that's nasty.

Yeah, it hurts just to look at it, doesn't it?

What kind of person does something like this?

That's one detective.

A lot of twisted people running around out there these days, you know that.

What do you got there, Pickett?

A pair of ladies' black panties.

Also, we know it's not a robbery.

Manny said he found $250 in a gold card in this guy's wallet.

You want to get forensics in here to start dusting?

No, don't bother. Witness said she was wearing gloves.

Same M .O. as the kid who got his throat flashed in the parking lot of that

club?

Looks like.

Looks like we got a serial killer.

Ah, shit, I hope not. Last thing I need is some psycho -killing bitch running

around town screwing guys and slicing their throats.

That gives a whole new meaning to the phrase on Faith Saxon.

This is why I'm glad I'm a married man.

I'll tell you what, crazy as this broad is, I wouldn't be surprised if it was my

ex -wife.

All right, listen, guys, I'm out of here.

Picket, meet me back at the station in an hour and a half. You got it.

Oh, picket.

Don't forget those onions.

And check my ex -wife's house. I'm sure you're going to find a matching bra.

Hey, come on. What are you doing?

Let's go.

I'm up.

I'm ready.

Oh, God.

I don't know what is with me this morning. I can't wake up.

Just do what I do. Plan three cups of coffee for you. Even open your eyes. No

way. And you should not be drinking that much coffee, Gail. Do you know how bad

caffeine is for your system?

It totally depletes all the vitamins. I know. I know.

Depletes all the vitamins and nutrients in my body. I've heard this lecture

before, Ms. Chemical Expert.

I'm just saying that it's... Come on, Fancy. Not this morning.

I want to talk to you about something.

I think I'm going to have sex with David.

See, the thing is, he's not really pressuring me or anything.

But I know that all of his friends have sex with their girlfriends.

And I know that they tease him about us not doing it.

Believe me, there are plenty of girls that would do it with him if he asked.

I just don't want to lose him over something like this. If he really loves

he'll wait until you're ready.

That's the thing.

Maybe I am ready.

Maybe I don't want to be a virgin anymore.

I mean, we do everything else. What's the big deal? It is a big deal, Gail.

Yeah, but I fantasize about having sex with David. A lot.

I just get a little nervous when I think about actually doing it with him.

What's it feel like, you know?

The first time a guy puts it in you? Gail!

You're too young. I'm not talking to you about this stuff.

For your information, 18 is pretty old to be a virgin these days.

Besides, I know a lot more about sex than you think I do.

In fact, David says I'm awesome at giving blowjobs. Cut it out! You sound

your mother.

Sorry I tried to share something with you.

I should have known I was asking the wrong person about guys.

What is your problem anyway?

I don't have a problem, Gail.

Look, just forget it. I'm done with this conversation.

You're such a prude!

So the key thing to remember is that the rage you feel during intercourse isn't

anger towards the fact that you have trouble maintaining an erection.

The erection problem, it's actually caused because... Let

me put it this way.

Sex evokes different types of emotional responses in all of us.

For most people, it's one of pleasure.

Even ecstasy.

But for some people, it's a very painful experience.

In your case, the emotionality you feel during sex, it stirs up the pent -up

anger you have toward your parents for shipping you off to live with your

grandfather when you were just eight years old.

And he wasn't exactly capable of loving you or caring for you the way you needed

to be.

Most of the times, he couldn't even remember my name.

What we're going to do, Chris, is we're going to deal with those past

relationships first.

Because until you find a way to reconcile and understand them, that

carry around with you, it's going to continue to invade and corrupt the

relationship you have with your wife now.

I know.

I know, Doctor, you're right.

In fact, I'm sure that as you deal with this, and you begin to put those

emotions into a healthy perspective, you'll find that the erection problem,

it'll just cure itself.

Do you really believe that?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

My pleasure.

That's what I'm here for, Chris.

Thanks.

Just stop by, if you would, to Jennifer on your way out, and she'll set you up

with your next appointment, okay? Okay. Thank you.

The doctor can see you now, Mr. Rodriguez.

Hello. Hi.

How are you doing? How is everything?

Good, good. Good? Yeah. Another appointment?

Yes, please.

Dr. Forster.

Detective Rodriguez.

Please, have a seat.

Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.

Not a problem.

What can I do for you, Detective?

Well, my boss says that apparently you're one of the leading experts when

comes to the field of sexually related mental disorders.

Is that true?

I guess so.

I'll do the best that I can.

Well, here's what I'm hoping you could help me with.

A couple weeks ago, we started having some unusual murders take place in town.

Take a look at these.

According to the medical examiner, both these victims had their throats sliced

while having sex with a female suspect.

Yes.

I've seen the news accounts about this.

Well, from all the information we could gather, apparently this was anonymous

sex. the victims were having. So we're unable to find a common link between

and any women that they both may have known.

So it's just random murder.

Yes, it is.

Killing for the sure fun of it.

That's what makes this case so frustrating, Doctor.

Since I'm unable to find a motive, I need a place to start.

So what brings you to me?

I thought I pretty much just told you. I need a place to start.

I'm hoping maybe you can give me some insight as to what kind of person does

something like this. Or maybe there's some sort of behavioral trait that

somebody to do this. Or maybe some lifestyle choice that makes them flip

unravel. I don't know. Something.

A starting point.

Unfortunately, Detective, I'm not going to be able to tell you anything that's

going to be very helpful to you.

These kinds of crimes are about power and control.

Now, they said on the news that these men had been drugged first, right?

Yeah.

That's because she wanted to make sure there wasn't any chance of losing

to her victims.

Now, a control freak like this one, neat, tidy lifestyle, I mean, everything

around them, it's perfect.

You know, in fact, they're the last person in the community the neighbors

ever suspect would be a killer.

All due respect, Doc, but it sounds like you just told me that the killer may as

well be the girl next door.

That doesn't do me a lot of good, huh?

What about the sex part?

I mean, what about maybe there's some sort of deviant behavior where she

up and goes to sex clubs in disguise or something. Something. I need something,

Doc. I'm grasping. I wouldn't think so.

Again, don't be fooled by the sexual component in these crimes, Detective.

It's not about sex.

This is about power.

She uses her body to lure men into a vulnerable position.

For her, ultimate control is murder.

Yeah, boy, you gotta work it.

Work it.

Say you wanna meet me in the club tonight.

You wanna get with me. You wanna make me.

But you gotta work it.

Work it.

Yeah, boy, you gotta work it.

Let me get a bourbon at $7.

Good thing, sir.

And another one of those?

So...

It's a private party. Can anybody join in?

You know, I recognize your face.

You're one of those famous supermodels, aren't you?

I hate that pickup line.

I'd like to watch you.

So listen.

You want to go in the bathroom with me and do a little bump?

No thanks, I'll stick to tequila.

Are you sure?

It's a really excellent blow.

Really?

You go ahead.

Enjoy. Okay.

Suit yourself. I'll be back in a flash.

You are going to be here when I get back, aren't you?

Oh, don't worry.

Tonight, I'm all yours.

Sexy motherfucker.

You are gonna get fucked tonight.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Yeah,

you know what I'm talking about.

Finish

your

drink and let's get out of here.

I'm not kidding. I walked right in that place like I owned it.

Obviously I did.

So, where are we going?

Right here.

Right here?

Parking lot sex turns me on.

Ah, shit.

What's wrong, lover?

Not feeling so good?

I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so fucking weird.

I think I got a hold of some bad coke.

Not bad coke, baby.

Just bad luck.

What the fuck?

Last night for zone 1 and 2.

Zones 3 and 4, pay attention to your residential.

We've been getting an increase in residential burglaries. Also on 163rd

Biscayne. Keep an eye out for business burglaries.

You have your zone assignment.

You guys have any questions?

Hey, Bot.

This is the latest workup.

The bartender with the club, he remembers this woman real well. So that

be pretty accurate.

It's nice looking, huh?

Jesus, what a way to go. One minute you're banging this nice -looking chick,

the next minute you're heading towards the light.

Gentlemen. Hey, Chief.

So, what do we got on this one, guys?

Well, unfortunately, not a whole hell of a lot.

Gentlemen, we have three unsolved murders on our hands, all with the same

I want the suspect found. I want her found now.

Okay, Chief.

We're working on, like, what? Three?

Three or four good leads. We'll get her. We'll get her soon. You better.

Because if I end up seeing my mug on national news talking about how we have

serial killer running loose in this city, I am not going to be a happy man.

Understand?

Yes, Chief.

Hey, Robert.

If this shit came on to you in a bar, would you go for it?

Yes, I would.

Without a doubt.

I would.

See, what you need to understand about me, Pickett, is I was born with this

fucked -up genetic flaw where I have absolutely no natural defenses when it

comes to good -looking women.

And the really fucking insane ones are drawn to me like a black widow is to a

fly on her web.

So, yeah, I would.

Jesus, Robert, is that heavy.

It's what? It's what heavy?

That big -ass chip you carry around on your shoulder.

Listen, the only difference between me and those stiffs is I probably would

signed a deed to my house over to it.

One word, Rodriguez.

Counseling.

Hello, Detective.

This here is... Jaime Fuentes!

Oh, so you know this guy, right? Oh, yeah. We go way back to when I was in

8th District. Ain't that right, dog?

Yeah, well, we just picked him up. He was trying to fence the car stereo he

jacked from the Tower Club last night.

Whoa. You're back to jacking stereos, Jaime?

What's the matter?

TV's getting too heavy for your scrawny little ass to carry around these days?

Told you, man. Don't call me Jaime, man.

That's right. See, on the street, our little tough guy here is known as Kid

Thug. But if you look at it backwards, it probably says Gut Dick.

So, Jaime, did you jack that stereo or what? Fuck you, motherfucker.

I found that stereo in a fucking trash can, man.

What a wasteful world we live in.

Kiss my ass, Rodriguez.

What?

Show the detective some respect here, all right?

Sir, his fingerprints are all over the vehicle.

He's got some information about a homicide that occurred last night.

Isn't that right, Mr. Fuentes?

Straight up, kid. No doubt.

I want to make a deal with Drigas.

All right, I got this.

Well, you know me.

I mean, I'm a regular in Monty Hall, so what do you got to deal with?

Saw that chick that killed that dude getting her ride last night.

And I got the digits off the tag, too.

Well, now, why would you do something like that?

Because I'm a fucking genius, man. You never know when information like that

might come in handy, man.

All right, genius.

What'd the bitch look like?

No way, my brother. I ain't telling you a fucking word until we make a deal.

Oh, no, no, no, no. There is no deal.

You tell me everything you know right now or I send you down to Judge Wilson

I book you on B &E burglary and attempting to sell stolen merchandise.

And I might even charge you with bad breath, which in your case would be a

felony. Fuck you.

Fuck me?

No, fuck you.

Because if I'm not mistaken, Wilson says if he ever sees you in his courtroom

again, he's going to send you back to state for a minimum of 15.

I'll tell you what. Since I'm a little squeezed right now, since we have such a

history, I will make a deal with you.

You tell me everything you know right now, and if any of it comes up straight,

I'm going to have your charges reduced to criminal trespass, and you can pay

fine. Now, I am going to ask you a fucking again, what did the bitch look

Hi, man white girl about five six five seven. You know what I'm saying long

hair. I mean she was BAM I'm telling you the bitch was fine man.

She looked like this Yeah, man.

Yeah, I told you the bitch was fine.

All right, take it Get the license number from mr.

Thug here

And then book him on felony trespass and release him on his own recognizance,

since he's such an upstanding young man.

And get the address and meet me back here in 45.

I'm gonna go see the judge about a warrant.

You got it.

Hey, I'm... This is the last deal you and I are ever gonna make.

Because if I so much as see you jaywalking, I am gonna cap your fucking

Do you understand me?

Damn, yo.

What's the tag number?

RJS. N -U -B.

Got the house?

Yep, 1261 Pine.

I don't see her car.

Did you pick it?

Nope.

All right, rookie, let's say you're the lead detective.

Think that's her?

I don't know.

Hair's different.

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

I mean, come on, women change their hairstyle every time they buy a new

You're married, you should know that.

My wife's had the same hairstyle since 1998.

See, I think women... Let's go ask some questions.

Hey, Mom.

Hey.

Where's David?

Oh, someone called in sick to work, so he had to go in.

So he's not coming to dinner?

No.

Great. What?

I made a roast.

I'm sorry.

Yes, can I help you?

Good afternoon, ma 'am. I'm Detective Rodriguez.

This is Detective Pickett.

How are you?

Fine.

Looking for a Miss Fancy Shorewater. Does she live here?

Yes, she's my daughter.

I'd like to ask her a couple questions.

Is she at home?

No, but she'll be home soon. What do you need to ask her about?

She may have witnessed a crime last night. Do you mind if I come in?

Detectives, my daughter was home sleeping all night last night, and yes,

mind if you come in.

We're about to sit down for dinner, so if you don't mind.

I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner, Ms. Showater. I'm afraid I'm going to have

to come and take a look around anyway.

So you're saying on all three nights these murders took place, you were at

in bed, asleep?

Yes. Excuse me, Rodriguez.

I'm still waiting on a couple of sources to get back to me with some more info,

but there's some pretty interesting stuff here. Gotta take a look at it.

Now, I'm still trying to get a hold of a guy named Eddie Cravett.

Apparently she tried to crush a skull with a cocktail glass about a month ago

a school party. Oh my God, that guy tried to force himself on me. I was just

protecting myself.

All right, Pickett, thank you.

Let me know what else you come up with. Right.

As soon as you come up with it. You got it.

Biochemistry, huh?

What can you tell me about a drug called caspacentanol?

Caspacentanol? It's a barbiturate. It was developed by Zolotech Labs about a

year ago, I guess.

Why?

You know a lot about drugs, don't you?

I better. I have a degree in chemical science.

Look, I know what you're thinking, but just because I know a lot about drugs

doesn't mean I doped up anyone and killed them.

No? How do you know they were doped up before they were killed?

I heard it on the news, just like everyone else.

I also heard on the news that that first guy, that pizza boy Scott something or

other, he was killed sometime between midnight and 2 a .m., right?

Yeah, and?

So I didn't even get into town until 3 o 'clock that morning.

Town from where?

School? That's the night I drove in from Huntington. See, that proves I didn't

do anything. I wasn't even here.

Huntington? Well, that's a tough drive. That's, what, about 12 hours?

Closer to 13.

What time did you leave Huntington?

10 .30, 11 o 'clock that morning.

All right, well, let's say we use your estimation of 13 hours. That still puts

you back in town around 12.

You said you didn't get home till 3.

So, where were you between 12 and 3?

I didn't drive straight through. I didn't get a lot of sleep the night

felt like I was going to doze off at the wheel, so I decided to pull over and...

Where did you pull over? Rest area?

Gas station? No, I just pulled over behind some tree on I -30 somewhere. Did

anybody see you? Did you talk to anybody? No, I just slept for a couple

and then I drove home.

Let's cut the bullshit, okay?

I know you did it. I just want to know why.

You have the wrong person, detective. I didn't kill anybody.

You guys really think it's stupid?

You see it? You see the blood on these shoes?

Huh? My gut feeling tells me that if I run a DNA on these, I'm going to come up

matching one of the samples I got from my dead guy. How about this?

Do you recognize these? Do you recognize these? Do you recognize these?

It's funny how they match the same style and brand as this bra I found in your

drawer today.

So what? Who are you? It's the fashion police?

I had no idea only matching underwear was a crime now.

Oh, that's very funny. Fashion police. You know what?

I like a little murdering bitch with a sense of humor.

You're right, no, it isn't against the law to have matching underwear, but I'll

tell you what, it is a crime.

Drugging guys, slicing their throats after you fuck them, that's a crime and

big one.

You're going down, Shorewater, you're going down hard.

I don't know how that blood got on my shoes, and I don't know how you got my

underwear, but I am telling you, you have the wrong person.

How many times do I have to say it? I didn't kill anybody!

You should let me go right now, Detective Rodriguez, or you'll regret

Are you threatening me?

Are you?

think? Is this our girl? Gotta be.

Tell you what, that bitch has got ice running through her veins.

Even with all this evidence staring her straight in the face, she never once got

nervous. You want me to call Doc Sherman?

Get him up here to do an evaluation on her?

Yeah. No, you know what?

Call this guy.

He's supposed to be an expert when it comes to nut jobs like this.

Okay. See if you can get him to do an evaluation. I'd be very curious to see

what he has to say about Miss Fancy Pants here.

Dr. Forrester. Yep, Dr. Forrester.

Then take these shoes down to forensics, have them do a DNA test on the blood

stains, and then cross -reference those with the samples we've already taken

from our dead guys. I am out of here.

Who are you going to be?

I'll be at Kelly's.

There's a cold one there with my name on it. Maybe two, three, or four.

Well, that's great, Rodriguez. Don't worry about me. I'll just stay here and

finish up all this work.

Oh, what are you crying about, Pickett? Your wife doesn't let you go out

drinking anyway.

She does, too. Let me go out.

I just don't like going out.

I just don't feel like going out.

What?

No, he's gone for the day.

Try him tomorrow.

Hello, Michelle Walter.

I'm Dr.

Forrester. How are you?

I'm real good at the moment, but thanks for asking.

So who are you, the department shrink?

I don't work for the police department, and I prefer the term clinical

psychologist, if you don't mind.

Excuse me?

So what do they do, hire you to come in here to find out if I'm crazy or not?

Something like that.

Look, I'll make you a deal, Michelle Walter.

I'll be completely upfront and honest with you if you do the same for me.

Why wouldn't I be honest, Doctor? I have nothing to hide. I didn't do anything.

Listen, Fancy, may I call you Fancy?

We're not going to discuss the crimes they're investigating. I just want to

about you for a little while, okay?

This is ridiculous. I don't need to be psychoanalyzed. I shouldn't be here.

Don't you understand that?

Fancy, I understand how you feel right now.

But I can't change the fact that you are here.

And I can't just make them let you go home.

But maybe...

Maybe by talking to me, we'll find out some things that might help the

and get this whole ordeal over with much quicker.

Please.

Fine.

And you live at home with your parents?

It's just my mom, my sister, and me.

Where's your father?

Crestree Cemetery.

I'm sorry.

How old were you when he passed?

So, you felt responsible for your father's death practically your entire

You want to tell me, Mr. Big Shot Psychologist, how I'm not supposed to

responsible?

I mean, if I hadn't flipped on that switch, my father wouldn't be lying on

ground over at Crestview, now would he?

When was the last time you were involved in a serious relationship?

Never. I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said. Never, alright? I've never

had a serious relationship.

Is there a reason for that, do you think?

Yeah. Most men are untrustable pigs.

Vance, I need to ask you a difficult question.

Was your father ever sexual with you? No!

My father loved me, he would never hurt me.

Then why do you think you feel this way toward men?

Believe me, if you had seen all the winners my mother brought home when I

kid, you'd understand why I feel this way.

So your mother used to bring a lot of men home?

Oh yeah, it was great.

Got to have a new stepdad every week.

It's because your mother was a poor judge of character, and yeah, she made a

of bad choices.

That doesn't mean that all men are bad.

I didn't say all men are bad.

Just... I've never met one that could really be trusted.

I would bet that's not true.

I'm sure you've met many men who were good, solid, decent individuals who

be trusted and had only the best intentions.

You see, the key word here, Fancy, is individual.

I think what you do is, I think you look at men and you lump them into one big

group that you call untrustable pigs.

That's because of what you witnessed and experienced as a child growing up.

I think what you've also done is you've built this thick glass box around

yourself.

From the outside, looking in, hey, everything just looks fine.

But from the inside, looking out from your perspective, the walls are all

You've been smudged and smeared so that every time you look at a man, you can't

get a clear picture of who he is as an individual.

All you see is a big giant mess in front of you.

It's time, Fancy.

It's time to clean all the dirt and the junk from those walls.

And once you do that emotional cleaning,

You'll be able to look at a man for who he really is.

When that happens, you'll find the glass will just break away.

And you will never feel a need to put yourself back in that box.

Not ever again.

After having several sessions with Ms. Showalter, subjecting her to a standard

lie detector test, a voice stress analyzer, and also hypnosis, my

opinion is that she is not responsible for the murders of these three men,

consciously.

However, subconsciously and physically, I'm afraid that she is.

Let me explain.

I believe that Ms. Showalter suffers from a condition known as multiple

personality disorder.

Even though I have not been able to make contact as of yet with this other

personality or personalities, whichever the case may be, my training and

expertise in this field lead me to the conclusion that that is the only

and medical explanation of how this young lady could have absolutely no

conscious memory or cognitive recollection at all.

about any aspect of any one of these crimes.

And yet, when you combine the eyewitness testimonies with all the physical

evidence found at the crime scenes, it leaves little doubt as to Ms.

physical presence during these crimes.

You see, when Fancy Showalter was six years old, her father died in a tragic

household accident.

Now, as Fancy grew,

So did the other subconscious personality, until it became strong

impose its will over her conscious mind for short periods of time.

It's during these episodes of personality transfer that I believe

murders were committed.

So once again, in answer to the question as to whether or not I think Michelle

Walter committed these crimes, I would have to say that this Michelle Walter

The person you see sitting here in the courtroom today is not responsible for

the deaths of these three men.

However, the illness that she's afflicted with is.

Now the question of her guilt or innocence, that's not for me to decide.

I can only say that, in my opinion, it's a bright, attractive,

vital young woman.

did not premeditate or intentionally set out to kill anyone.

Madam Foreman, have you reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

What say you?

We, the jury, find the defendant, Ms. Jo Walter, not guilty on three counts of

murder by reason of insanity.

Ms. Jo Walter.

Based on the jury's decision and Dr. Forrester's testimony, I have decided to

commit you to a life sentence at the Parkerville Institution of the

Insane.

Silence! Order in the court. I have not finished with the details of this

sentence.

Dr. Forrester is ordered by this court to work with you on a weekly basis

your first year's stay at Parkerville.

At the end of that year, the three of us will get together for an evaluation

hearing to determine whether or not you are well enough to be released back into

society or if the best thing for you is to continue serving out your sentence

and treatment.

My decision at that time will be based on Dr. Forrester's recommendation as

as input I receive from the faculty and staff at the institution.

Court is adjourned.

Fancy.

It'll be okay.

Wait.

Don't you promise me anything.

I was beginning to think I had finally met somebody I could trust, and then you

get up there and tell everyone you think I'm so kind of freak. I never said you

were a freak.

Fancy, I'm just trying to help you. Can't you see that? I needed someone to

me prove my innocence.

Instead, you helped them to put me in a mental institution.

Well, thanks, but no thanks. From now on, your kind of help I can do without.

Come on, Miss, it's time to go. We'll talk more about this when I come visit

in the hospital next week, okay? No!

I don't want you to come there. I'll find someone else to help me.

I don't ever want to see you again.

Turn her around.

I'm going to do a body cavity search on you just to make sure you don't have

anything on your person that you can use to harm yourself or anybody else.

So I'm going to need you to spread your legs wide apart, please.

Wider.

Wider!

You can never be free

from your vanity.

Don't be afraid.

You're not alone.

You walk through this world with your head in your hands.

Your mind split in two and no one understands.

You move through the crowd into the blue light.

But look in your eyes and there is black as night. Don't be afraid.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You're not alone.

You won't die, though she's in your misery.

Just wipe away your tears so you can see that I'm here with you when

you are in.

So take my hand and let me set you free. Don't be afraid.

You're not alone.

You can live.

Don't be afraid.

All right, let's get ready to go back.

Mommy, what does this button do?

It turns the lights off and on. Don't touch it, honey.

Not until mommy tells you to.

Okay, sweetie pie, turn it on now. Hurry!

Dr. Forrester, it's Fancy.

Yes, I know.

I know. Please, I need your help. I need you to get me out of here.

Yes, I know. Please, just listen.

I remember exactly what happened the day that my father died.

It was my mother.

She killed him.

No, it wasn't a dream. It was more like a flashback.

Please, I need you to come get me right now. I have to get to my house.

And I want my little sister to be alone with my mother now that I know what

she's capable of.

Yes, I'll explain everything to you when you get here. Please, you have to come

now.

Please, you're the only one who can sign me out.

Devin.

Yes, okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

In the case of a family emergency, the patient is allowed to be released into

your custody for a period of 48 hours, during which time you are responsible

her whereabouts and safekeeping.

Should anything happen to Michelle Walter or should she not return to the

institution within 48 hours, you will be held accountable.

If you understand these terms and agree to them, please sign the form at the

bottom of the page.

I understand.

How do you know it wasn't just a nightmare?

It wasn't a nightmare.

It was the clearest memory of anything I've ever had in my life. It was like I

was right there watching it happen all over again.

I could even smell the bacon and eggs cooking.

I could feel the sunshine coming in through the patio window, warming up the

kitchen.

I watched myself go up to that circuit box.

And then your mother, she told you to turn the breaker switch on? Yes.

She made sure that he had the wires in his mouth first, and then she told me to

hurry up and turn on the switch.

And then what happened?

Fancy, and then what happened?

I'm sorry, what?

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing.

No, it's just... There was a car in the parking lot of that bar we just passed.

It looks just like my little sister's.

Does she ever go to that bar?

Not that I know of. She's not even old enough to get in that place.

here.

Gail.

Gail, honey, wake up.

Gail?

Gail, wake up!

Gail! Is she alright?

I don't know. She won't wake up.

Gail!

Gail! Wake up.

Gail!

Wait, wait, wait. Smell this.

Supposedly when you get Casper's genital wet, it has a burnt almond smell.

Oh my God, it is. Gail!

I can't wake up!

Keep waking her up.

Honey,

I need you to take these.

What?

These help neutralize the effects of the test.

Give me that bottle of soda.

The caffeine and the soda and the potassium will help her to wake up

Okay.

Keep trying to wake up. I'm going to go pick some clothes on. Okay.

Come on, sweetie.

Come on.

Thanks, Mom.

No, Daddy.

Me.

What the hell is going on? I don't have time to explain it all to you right now,

okay?

I know now why the police think it was me.

See, don't we have to find her before it happens again?

How can we? We don't even know where she is.

Gail's car isn't out front, but my mom is. Remember the bar that we passed?

You're right.

Wait, fancy, we need to get there now.

Will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on? I promise I'll explain

it all to you when I get back, okay, Gail? But you just have to call the

and have them meet us at the Roadkill Cafe on State Road 9.

Can you do that? Do you feel okay?

Yeah.

But Gail, I'll explain to you when I get back, okay? Just call the police.

Come on, Betsy, we gotta go.

Excuse me?

What are you doing here?

Mother.

Oh my god, mother.

Why? Stay away from him.

He's dead.

Can't do anything for him now. What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this?

For you, baby.

I did it to protect my girl.

I'm your mother. That's my job.

I don't understand. Protect me from what? I don't even know this person. You

didn't have to know him.

He's a man.

All men are after the same thing.

They say they love you.

But all they really want to do is rip your body apart and throw you away like

piece of trash when they're finished.

I hated myself my entire life because I thought I killed Daddy.

But it was you!

Why? Why did you have to kill my father?

I knew what he was thinking.

It was only a matter of time before he did to you what my father did to me and

was not about to let him touch my little girl. If you had loved me, he would

never have hurt me. You're wrong!

I knew what he was thinking.

I know what you're all thinking.

Mother, you killed those men and made the police think it was me.

You let them put me in a mental institution.

How could you do that to me?

Let me see, baby.

I did it for you.

I tried to teach you about men when you were younger, but you never paid

attention.

So I had to become you to protect you.

I knew you would be safe if they locked you up somewhere.

I mean, I'm a good mother, but I can't watch you every minute of the day.

They can there.

How much I love you, Fancy.

Don't you see that?

Fancy, you can't try and reason with her right now.

Don't you touch my little girl!

Oh,

God,

Mother.

It's going to be okay. The police are here now. They're going to get you to

hospital.

You're going to be just fine.

I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of this.

As bad as this whole ordeal has been, there's still one positive thing that's

come out of it.

You can finally let those feelings of guilt go now because you know that

not responsible for your father's death.

No.

But I am responsible for my mother's.

No.

No, you're not.

She's responsible.

She tried to kill me and you saved my life.

You did the right thing, Fancy.

It was her own actions that created the situation that ended her life, not

yours. But I put the knife in her heart.

You're going to have to accept the fact that your mother, she was out of her

mind with fear.

She never got any help for the sexual abuse that her father put her through.

And that caused her to live in a world of fear and instability.

Eventually it just... It just welled up inside of her.

Until it destroyed her grip on sanity.

Fancy.

This was not your fault.

I don't wanna end up like her.

I don't wanna live the rest of my life full of fear and mistrust.

I wanna be able to love someone.

I wanna be strong enough to let someone love me.

I don't wanna live in this box anymore.

I love you so.

I feel your sweet grace and it takes me so high into the beautiful sky.

Because your love is the light that feels like heaven inside.

I've waited all my life so I could feel this way.

Thank you.

Together through eternity Because our love is strong And it will always

be