All language subtitles for Friend Request 2013 cc

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Is anyone there?

Help!

(sobbing)

("Alien Eyes" by Madisen Hill)

- Veronica, what are you doing?

Everyone's at the
table waiting for us.

- One second.

- What took you guys so long?

- Can't go anywhere without
her telling the whole world

on Friend's List.

- Whatever.

- Seriously, Veronica, your
Friend's List looks like

an advertisement for
every business in town.

Where are you going?

You just got here!

- This hot guy from
Friend's List is here.

I'm gonna go meet up
with him and get him to

buy us all drinks.

- Such a skank.

- Probably some
bald 40-year-old.

- Whatever, jealous?

(crickets chirping)

(dramatic music)

(knocking on window)

(eerie music)

(upbeat techno music)

- What do you want from me?

- I want to be your friend.

(birds chirping)

(knocking on window)

- Good morning, honey.

I asked for a 10
o'clock wake up, though.

- Oh, really?

(laughing)

Ow.

Eh, she wasn't my type anyway.

(rock music)

(door closes)

(sniffing shirt)

That's good enough.

(dog barking)

(screaming)

- Yeah.

Yeah, this Veronica--

Yeah, but the problem is
I can't read Veronica's

last name, here.

Who filed this report?

First of all, it's got
to get to me a couple of

hours earlier.

Yeah, I'll get someone over
there as soon as possible.

This has gotta improve, okay?

Okay, bye.

Glad you still
remember how to knock.

- Captain, did you know
the coffee pot's empty

out there?

- Yeah, we might, we've
got an assault here, okay?

And possible rape.

Young woman early 20's,
over in Summerside.

And you're gonna need
to get over there.

- Did you know your coffee
pot's empty out there, captain?

You're also out of ice.

FYI.

- You know, you're gonna
have to wake up on this one.

I mean, your past
accomplishments are only gonna

carry you so far.

I mean, wearing a gun is good,
getting up in the morning

is good, returning phone
calls, that's even better,

putting on a badge, hey.

Eventually, you're gonna
need to get some new

accomplishments, some
fresh ones, like this case.

- Yep.

- You gotta do some
police work somewhere.

- You don't have
to worry about me.

Very rude when people
don't knock when they

come in your office.

- I'm running out of excuses
to keep you on active duty.

- Yeah.

(slams door)

- Yeah, no, I'm serious.

I'm running out of excuses
to keep you on active duty.

- You don't gotta
worry about me.

You don't have to worry
about me, Captain.

- Oh, I know.
- I'm on the job.

- That's why I'm reassigning
you with a new partner.

- You gotta be kidding me.

(slams door)

- No one else wants
to work with you.

- Why not? I'm fun.

- If you had a stention
you'd look like Ted Bundy.

- Besides that.

- Detective Burkeee,
meet Detective Chance.

- Hi.
- Nice ass.

(door slams)

- That's the weirdo that was
half naked sleeping in his

truck over about
half a block over.

- Could've carpooled you know!

Save on gas.

- Morning Detective.
- Morning Mike.

- Wait a minute, he's a cop?

- This lady claims she saw
somebody that looked like

you this morning, said she
found him naked in his car.

- Oh yeah?

She wake him up early for
his 10 A.M. wake up call?

- Oh for--
- What?

- Nothing, come here.

So, who was first on the scene?

- That'd be me.

- Where's the body?

- Sent her to the hospital,
she's pretty banged up.

- She's still alive?

- Barely, she suffered.

- Don't you want to question
your responding officer

a little more?

- He's right there,
you know Mike.

Knock yourself out.

- Besides the older lady, did
anybody else see anything?

- Well, we've been
knocking on doors,

but it's basically
the same story.

Car was gone when
they went to sleep,

woke up with cops
in the front yard.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

(distorted talking)

(dog barking)

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Good job, well done.

- Hi, how are you?
- Fine thanks.

Looking for a chemical burn
victim that was admitted today.

- One moment.

- How do you know
it's a chemical burn?

- Room 113.
- Thank you.

- Excuse me, sir,
you can't be in here.

- Doc, how bad are her burns?

- Pretty serious,
but she'll live.

- Are they chemical burns?

- Yes, most likely
hydrofluoric acid.

- Where does somebody
get something like that?

It's not like you can
find it at Walmart.

- If I had to guess--

- Stupid internet, right?

Whole world's on the
internet these days.

- That would be my guess.

- Is there sexual
assault here, doc?

- No, test came back negative
for anything like that.

- When can I talk to her?

- At this point, I
can't say for sure.

- Okay, well here's my card.

When she wakes up I
want to be the first one

to hear about it.

- You got eye
contact and dialogue,

what's your secret?

Hey, so, you gonna fill me
in on what you're thinking?

- I'm thinking you kind
of annoy me a little bit.

- You know,

it'd be nice if we could
work together on this.

I might actually be able to
contribute something and you

could tell me what
you want me to do.

- Oh yeah, you want to help me?

- Yeah.

- Can you close the door.

Thank you.

("Criminals" by
Katatonia on stereo)

(laughter)

- Nobody move.

Now you made your friend,
the record player,

the CD player.

Hello?

Oh, we got empties.

We got empties.

How much of an asshole are you?

About this much.

I ain't going down
for fucking nobody.

Nobody.

(spits)

(depressing music)

- Is anyone there?

Help!

(water running)

- Good morning, honey.

- You know you have like
three plates in this house

and they're all clean?

We have 30 shot glasses and
every single one of them

are dirty, hmm.

- Princess.

When'd your momma drop you off?

- About an hour ago.

Her and Mark are going on a
trip so I'm with you all week.

- Oh, that's great, princess.

So what'd you do in my house?

- It's called cleaning.

- I don't know what that means.

What time is it?

Oh shit, I'm gonna be late.

- Well, you better not
wait to get tested.

You know, pregnancy
scares can be the worst.

- You got jokes, huh?

I'm not even gonna
touch that one.

Okay, I'm gonna get going here.

(computer chirps)

(dramatic music)

- Hey!

- Cam?

- Burke, my man, what is good?

- Listen, I got
something for ya.

- We.
- What you got?

- Do me a favor, go to
Friend's List and pull up

a profile on a Veronica
Connelly for us, please.

- Oh, shit!

Dude!

That's hot.

- So I'm thinking somebody
high-jacked her profile

after they did that to her face.

Son of a bitch.

- Yeah, and wrote a nice
little love poem, too.

- What do you mean?

- Beauty is a vein
and doubtful good.

A shining gloss that
fadeth suddenly.

A flower that dies
when it becomes a bud.

A doubtful good,
a gloss, a flower,

lost, faded, broken.

Dead within an hour.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- What's this mean?

- It's a love sonnet
from Shakespeare,

do you guys ever read books?

- This girl posted everything.

Where she is, where
she was going--

- Who she was going to meet.

- Okay, um, yeah, I mean
it's all right here.

I mean, look at all these dots,

that's from this week alone.

I mean, this girl might as
well have had a tracking

chip up her ass.

- I don't get this shit.

Why would someone post
everything for the whole

world to see, you know?

- It's been a while since
you been under 30, Humper.

- Yeah, but how could
somebody know where anybody's

gonna be before they check in?

- Guys, do you know how
easy it is to stalk people

on Friend's List these days?

- Oh yeah?

We should just ask the
last girl you dated,

right Fuckball?
- Whatever!

Okay, look, I'll break
it down for you guys.

Alright, so let's just say
that this dude has a routine,

goes to the same sushi
restaurant every Tuesday night

at eight P.M., okay?

He checks in on his Friend's
List just to make sure that

everybody knows how
cool he is that he knows

what a Playboy roll is.

Not only that, but depending
upon your privacy settings,

even a perfect stranger
can see what you're doing.

So, if he's an idiot,
which he most likely is,

he'll post some sort of
status update on what the

rest of his plans
are for the night.

(dramatic music)

I mean, dude, it's so easy.

Any sicko with basic
computer knowledge can stalk

whoever they want
to on this thing.

(dramatic music)

(muffled screaming)

- Fuck me?

I don't think there's gonna
be much fucking at all

in your future.

- So I'm just gonna say,
chances are pretty good that

you're gonna find this
guy on her Friend List.

- So can you--
- [Both] Find him?

- Who are you talking to?

Come on, who are you talking to?

- No, let me know!

- Hey, whoa!

I think I got a
suspect right here.

Alright, so look.

Right after she checked into
the club this guy posted

a comment immediately.

They start flirting
a little bit,

he asks her out back to smoke
and then it all stops dead.

- Well, what's his real name?

- This guy got a name other
than Jeremy T. Dog, or what?

- Probably, man.

I mean, I'll find out,
but it might take a while.

- That's alright, you got
no life anyway, right?

- Oh!

(chuckles)
No, I do not!

(indistinct radio chatter)

(door slams open)

- Captain, do me a favor.

Reassign this dumb
broad, will ya?

- Excuse me?
- You know,

that's really getting old.
- It's not working out.

We can't come to an agreement
on the floral pattern

for the breakfast nook, will
you reassign her, please?

- I decide who
works on what cases,

not the other way around.

- Reassign me?
- Shh.

The adults are talking, alright?

- Look, it's not like
it's my first time!

- It's quiet time now.

- Look, I came in here wanting
to give you the benefit

of the doubt, now I know
you've developed a bit

of a reputation as this
burned out asshole,

but I decided to overlook
that because I read up on

some of those cases you
worked on before you decided

to crawl into a bottle and die!

But if you're just gonna
treat me like some 12-year-old

that doesn't know which
side of the bed to piss on,

then you can go crawl back
under that dysfunctional

rock that you don't shower in!

And I can handle
this case on my own.

- You done?
- You're on this,

so are you, get over it.

You too.

Sleep it off, start
fresh in the morning!

-Hit the bar!

- I need you both on
your best game for this!

- Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

- What, what, what is it?

- I asked how your day was.

- It was long,
sweetheart, it was good.

How about you, how was yours?

Jamie?

- Well--
- Who'd you hit?

- How'd you know?

I forget sometimes you're
that great detective.

It's just these kids wouldn't
stop teasing me at lunch

for not dressing like a slut.

I mean, all the other
girls wear so much make-up

and skimpy clothes.

- That's a good thing,
good to be yourself.

So who'd you hit first?

(both laughing)

- This kid named
Connor, such an ass.

- So am I gonna have to
go to the principal's

office for you?
- No.

He was too embarrassed
about being hit by a girl

that he didn't tell on me.

(both laughing)

- Come here, kid.

You're my whole
world, I love you.

- I love you too, dad.

(stomping upstairs)

(soft music)

(phone chirps)

- Hey kid.
- Hmm?

- No cell phones at
the dinner table.

- Who's Laura?
- What?

- She just sent me a
friend request saying that

she's your new partner.

- Let me see that.

What the hell is this?

- Apparently you're not the
only detective at the station.

Here.

Well I'm adding her.

She looks really nice.

- She's a pain in the ass.

- Well, so are you,
but I keep you around.

- Watch it.

- Okay, that was,
I deserved that.

- You like that one?
- No.

- Hey!

(phone ringing)

- [Voiceover] Hey, I've
been trying to call you.

- Yeah, I've been
trying to sleep.

- Well you may want to get up.

I've got the address of
that kid who commented on

Veronica's check-in.

On my way there now.

- Okay, give it to me.

- 178 Rockford Street.

- How long you been here?

- 30 minutes, just
watching the place.

- Is there any movement?
- Nothing.

- By the way, did you
friend request my daughter

on Friend's List?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- Honestly?

I felt sorry for her.

- Did you call for backup?

- Well, we don't really
have any hard evidence,

so no search warrant.

But I figured we could
give 'em a friendly chat.

- I like the way you think.

(knocking on door)
- Jeremy?

(knocks)
- Jeremy, open up, police!

- Hey, what if he's on
the other side with a gun?

- I'm gonna shoot him.

- Let's walk around and see
if we can't look in some

windows, okay?

- Alright, you go check that
side I'll go this way, alright?

(dramatic music)

- Little jumpy?

- How'd you get in there?

- Back door was open, go
around front, I'll let you in.

- What are you thinking
entering the house on your own?

- Relax, I don't
think he's home.

- You want that
on your tombstone?

(glass breaking)

- What was that?

(dramatic music)

Jeremy?

- Jeremy, can you hear me?

Call it in, get an ambulance
over here right now.

- Well, he suffered
a lot of blood loss,

but whoever did this to him
made sure he didn't die.

- Hmm.
- What do you mean?

- After removing his penis,
they cauterized the wound

to keep blood loss down and
they kept the right medicine

pumped into him to make
sure there was no infection.

They knew what they were doing.

- When do you think
we can talk to him?

- Possibly tomorrow.

- Well, how's the
girl doing now, doc?

- I checked on her this morning,

she's conscious in
a stable condition.

- Can I talk to her?
- Absolutely.

- Ms. Connelly?

Veronica?

Can you hear me?

It's okay.

I know, you're in the
hospital now, hun.

You're safe, okay?

In the hospital, okay?

Veronica, this is my partner.
My name's Detective Burke.

I'm gonna ask you a
couple questions, okay?

Would that be okay?

Do you recognize this guy?

You do?

Ms. Connelly, did
he do this to you?

It's okay.

Did you get a good look at him?

Whoever did this to you?

Yeah, could you
describe it for me?

- I'll get a doctor.
- Wait.

- She needs a doctor, we
need a doctor in here!

- Hold on a second, I
said wait, just hold on.

I know how tough
this is, honey, but,

can you just
describe him for me?

- He-he wore a mask.

He said I was beautiful.

He wanted to be my friend.

And then he,
(coughing)

- Doctor!

We need a doctor in here!

Why do you think she was
struggling with talking?

- Inhalation from the vapor
of the acid, apparently.

- Yeah, how did you
know it was an acid burn

that day at the scene?

- Well, you got to look
for what's not there, kid.

- Smart ass.

(dramatic music)

- Can I get you
something to drink?

- I'm waiting for someone.

Yeah, give me some coffee.
- Alright.

(country music)

- If she ain't here
in five minutes.

At least there's an option.

8:30.

Bitch.

Bet her boyfriend left her.

Dumb bitch.

Your loss.

Stupid whore, she
deserves to be single.

("Alien Eyes" by Madisen Hill)

- Am I in the right house?

What the hell are
you doing here?

- I invited her.

- You didn't ask me about this.

- You would've said no.

- Damn right I would've said no.

- Whatever, tough guy
act doesn't work with me.

- What? She invited me.

I didn't want to be rude.

But I guess I've
overstayed my welcome.

I don't want to
intrude on dinner.

- Are you kidding me?

No, Laura, you're staying.

Yeah, save your stink eye
for somebody else, bud.

Dad!

- Yeah?
- Sit.

- Okay.

You are so grounded, dude.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm already
serving like, what?

Two life sentences?

So what's one more?

- Since you're
already here, blondie,

you can stay for dinner.

Hey, you want to bring
that chicken over?

I'm kind of hungry though,
so, can you hurry that up?

- Well thank you.

This good enough
for you, partner?

- Yeah, what'd you guys
make, is that chicken?

Just let me know if you
find anything, alright?

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Maybe something,
but maybe nothing.

- Are you ever gonna shed
some light on how you're

connecting the dots?

- I'm headed to bed but,
thanks for coming over, Laura.

- Thanks for having me, girl.

We'll do it again some time.
- Awesome.

I also make a killer lasagna.

- Good night, baby.

I love you to the moon and back.

- I love you too, daddy.

- Can I ask you something?

- You still having
trouble playing detective?

- You know what, I'm
not playing anything.

I just want to know
how you haven't managed

to screw her up.

- When you love someone so
much, you just don't, you know?

- Maybe you're not such
an asshole after all.

- Wouldn't count on it.

(Laura chuckles)

Thanks for dinner.

- Yeah, you're welcome.

Don't get used to it, kid.

- Don't worry, I won't.

(coughing)

- Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

Hey, who tied me up here?

God damn it!

Somebody better get
in here quickly.

There you are you
son of a bitch!

Hey, what is this
all about, huh?

Hey, I'd pay good money
to get tied up and have

some broads come in
and take care of me!

I'll be coming back there
and I'll tie you up!

See how you like it!

We're gonna watch
a little porn, huh?

Oh, that sounds great.

You know, I got better
stuff at my place.

What you putting on there, huh?

I'm not gonna watch that crap!

What is your problem, huh?

What is this bullshit?

Goddamn!

Oh, jesus, get that away!

God, get out of here with that!

I'm not gonna watch, are
you sick or something?

- I think you're
gonna like this.

- Yeah, the hell I will!

(phone dialing)

- Shit.

(dramatic music)

- I guess you didn't like
that as much as I thought

you would.
- Fuck you.

- I'm sorry?

I didn't understand you.

- Fuck you, you understand that?

(evil laughing)

- Such a sweet talker, Frank.

You must be a hit
with the ladies!

- What is your problem?
- You!

And everyone like you.

- You don't know me.

You don't know
anything about me.

- On the contrary, Frank, I
know everything about you.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Shh.

It's my turn to
ask the questions.

Did you go out tonight
planning on having

sex with that girl?

- No!

(gun clicks)

- You're lying!

(cocks gun)

Did you go out tonight

and plan on having
sex with that girl?

- Alright, yes!

Yes, you happy now you
sick son of a bitch?

- Yes!

If you were who you want to be

Would you stop praying
on young girls?

- Yes!

(gun clicks)

- You see, I just don't
believe you, Frank.

- What do you want from me?

- I want you to be a
decent fucking human being!

Are you up for it?

- Yeah, I fucking can.

(gun fires)

- Guess you're not
a coffee drinker.

- Sorry, guess I should've
told you he sleeps with a gun.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Something nice, I thought.

- Oh geeze.

- Got a report
from the hospital.

Apparently someone with a
gun shot wound to the crotch

was left outside
the ER this morning.

- Was he dead?

- How do you know it was a he?

- Who would shoot a
woman in the crotch?

- Fair enough.

And, no, he wasn't dead.

- I'll drive.

Forget about it, we gotta
go fight crime, come on.

- Yeah, clean really
isn't in his vocabulary.

Don't worry, you'll
get used to it.

- Alright, you're gonna
take the lead on this one.

- What?

- You get to ask the
questions this time.

You know what
questions are, right?

- No, I don't know
what questions are.

- Well you can handle it, right?

- Of course I can handle it!

You think you can handle
not opening your mouth?

Mr. Miller--
- How you holding up, sir?

- How do you think?

That bastard shot my dick off!

- Sir, we're sorry for the loss.

I'm sure it's gonna put a
huge dent in your dating life.

- Fuck you!

- No thanks, not my
type, Mr. Miller.

- Mr. Miller, I'm
Detective Chance.

I just need to ask
you a couple questions

about what happened.

- What's to ask?

Some guy drugs me, ties me up,
forces me to watch gay porn,

then shoots my dick off!

-[Burkee] (laughing)
-What is so damn funny?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- You should be.

- Mr. Miller, is there
anything you can tell me

about your attacker?

Did you recognize him?

- No, the son of a bitch was
wearing some kind of mask!

- What about body type?

I mean, was he short,
tall, thin, stalky?

- Hung?

- You ever had somebody
point a gun at your dick?

- Um, no.

Can't say that I have.

- Well when you do come
back and talk to me

and tell me how much detail
you remember about the guy!

- So, you know it was a guy?

- Of course it was a guy!

He was waiting for me
in the back of my van!

He put a rag over my face!

The fucker was strong!

(Burke laughing)

- That's all I have for now.

If you can think of anything
else, please, let me know.

- So, uh,

the mask, was it a turn on or?

- It wasn't that kind
of mask, asshole.

- Alright, smiley,
great seeing you.

- Yeah, piss off, pecker wood!

Oh God.

- Well I took the lead,
but you sure didn't keep

your mouth shut!

- That guy wasn't gonna
give you anything, anyways.

- Not with you antagonizing him!

you laid up the Burkeeeee charm,

he might've softened
up a little.

- Are you kidding me? The guy's
a registered sex offender.

He had several priors of
assault, all toward females.

- Yeah, well, he's
still a human being!

- Just because he has a
pulse doesn't make him

a human being.

(cheering on TV)

- Oh damn, that's horrible!

- Cam?
- Yeah?

- What do you got for me, bro?

- I have, um, I figured out
where he's accessing the

Friend List accounts from.

- Well?

- You're not gonna like it.
- Try me!

- He's accessing them
from their homes.

- What?

- Yep, I told you you
weren't gonna like it.

- Perfect, so while
these are tied up living

all over the place--

- This guy's in the other
room uploading photos

and inspirational quotes?

What a sick bastard.

- It's, yeah, it's
actually a pretty good way

not to get caught.

- Cam.

- What? I'm just saying!

- Alright, um, I'll check
with forensics and see about

the other victim's keyboards.

- Oh wait!

Burke, I'm a step
ahead of you, man.

Forensics checked it, the
only prints on there are

the victims.

- Thanks Cam.
- Absolutely guys.

- Thank you, Cameron.

(soft music)

- Come on.

We've got to figure this out.

There are clues
all over the place.

Um, um.

He hates women's faces.

- Not crazy about
men's genitals, either.

- He hates sex.

- That was my ex wife.

At least with me, anyway.

- So we have a Shakespearean
bully who likes to take out

his vengeance on the
people of Friend's List.

Great.

You know, this Shakespeare
crap is bringing back

nightmares from college.

- See if Cameron's up.

(phone vibrating)

- Hello?

- Cam?

Wake up, I need something.

- Dude, I'm sleeping, man.

- Shut up you fifth grader, I
already heard that video game

on in the background.

- Oh.

Uh, what can I do for you?

- Okay, I need you find
the login and the password

on the three victims that
are on Friend's List.

- Man, come on, why
can't you ask them?

- Oh, I didn't think about that.

Well, one had half of her
face melted off and she's in

and out of a drug induced
coma and the other two

are looking for their dicks
and they're not really

in a chatty mood, you
wanna help me out?

- Touche.
- Okay.

- Alright.

Okay, you ready for these?

- Yeah, hold on.

Okay, yeah, go.

Uh huh.

Uh huh, okay got it.

Yeah, now go back to sleep
you pathological bastard.

- What ya thinking?

- Well, I don't know.

Why were all the
victims left alive?

Doesn't really fit the MO
of someone who would plan

to do something like this.

- True.

- But take a look at that.

Do you notice anything?

- She has a bunch of admirers?

- Besides that.

- She is allergic to clothes?

(Burke laughs)

- Very good.
- What?

- Besides the obvious.

- I'm just not seeing anything
malicious here, educate me.

- Alright, let's start
with the obvious then.

Obviously she's a
good looking girl,

she probably gets asked
out more times than she

can even count.

Why would she post all
these things to attract

more attention to herself from
all these random strangers?

Think.

- Constant need for attention.

- Exactly.

Yeah, now.

(typing)

- What if she's actually
looking for somebody and she's

just going about
it the wrong way?

- Look closer.

Look at how she responds when
a guy sends her a message.

See?

- "Hey girl we should hook up."

To which she responds,
"Oh, yeah, maybe haha."

- Hmm.

- Okay, so she's not looking
for her knight in shining armor.

- Oh, you think?

The question, Detective,
is what do you see?

- A decent boob job.
- Agreed.

Besides that.

- Holy shit.

You could case her whole
house just by looking

at these pictures.
- Bingo.

- Okay.

Now I'm officially creeped out.

- Usually in cases like this,
what's the first thought?

- Someone they know.
- Exactly.

Especially since the person
took her back to her own place.

Right?

Now.

Take a look at the
pattern for Jeremy, okay?

- It's like he copy's and
pastes the same flirts to every

girl on his Friend's List.

- Let's check out
this next animal.

Alright, how old do
you think Frank is?

- 49.
- 50.

This charming and eligible
bachelor has a cut off

age of 20, sometimes even
goes down to 15 year olds.

- Gross.
- Yeah.

- I'm still not
getting it, though.

I'm failing to see the
connection between the different

victims, their ages,
sexes, and patterns.

- Exactly.

- No, what exactly?
- Exactly.

- No, what does that mean?

- It's time to go home.

We got a big day tomorrow.

- You're really
not gonna tell me?

- We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Go home, Laura.
- Can't!

Got a hot date!

- Don't forget your cuffs.

(laughs)
- It's with Jamie.

- Not to burst your bubble,
but it is a school night

for my daughter, you know that?

- Don't worry.

We're just gonna go
catch the 8:00 showing

of the new Channing Tatum movie.

- Wait a minute,
what's that rated?

- I don't know.

Whatever rating his butt is
getting these days, a 10?

- Good God.

- Don't worry dad, I'll
bring her straight home,

scouts honor.

- Oh my gosh, Channing
Tatum is so hot.

- How old are you again?

- Old enough to know that
Channing Tatum is so hot.

- Yeah, he's pretty cute.
- Pretty cute?

That scene where he runs
out of the locker room

in his towel? Hot.

- That's probably something
you should leave out when

your dad asks you
about the movie.

- Please, ever since
him and my mom divorced,

I've been taking care of him.

So go ahead and ask,
I know you're dying.

- What?
- My mom and dad.

- Oh, that is really
none of my business.

- Oh, it's not a sore subject.

My mom, she cheated on
my dad with some loser

from Friend's List and
decided to blame it on my dad

saying that he was married
to his job and not her.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Like 90% of the kids at my
school have divorced parents,

so it's yeah.

- Well, it's
getting pretty late,

we should probably get you home.

- My dad, he's a
really good guy.

- I know he is.

- Hey Laura?

Thanks.

- No problem, I love ice cream.

- Not just that,
just the whole night.

You know, my mom, she isn't
really big into girls night out

so it's really nice to
have someone to talk to.

- Anytime, I love girls night.

(dramatic music)

- No.

Can I have a mirror, please?

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

- Please?

- I'll go get the doctor.

- Please.

I need to see.

Please.

- You need to understand,

our doctors are doing amazing
work with plastic surgery

and skin graphs.

When this is all over, you're
gonna be as beautiful as ever.

(breathing deeply)

- Thank you.

Can I have a glass
of water, please?

- Of course.

(screaming)

(glass shattering)

- Code blue!

Get a crash cart in here now!

Where the hell's my crash cart?

- This is Burkeee.

Oh, good evening, doc.

Oh, she did?

I'm very sorry to hear that.

(soft music)

- Thanks again.
- Of course, I had fun.

- Can we do it again some time?

- We better.

- Sweet.

- See ya!

- Did you have fun?

- Yeah, it was great.

- A little weird, you going
out with your dad's partner.

- Not really.

(typing)

- Hey.
- Oh.

- You coming to bed soon?

- Yeah, I'll be
there in a minute.

- I thought tonight
we could maybe...

- Maybe.

But you know what, we
can't do anything out here.

- Okay, well don't be long.
- Okay.

(typing)

(soft dramatic music)

- Hey babe.

- Where you going?

- I'm sorry, my sister called.

She's having a big drama
with Tim, she's hysterical,

I've gotta go over
there and help her.

I won't be long--
- At this hour, come on!

- I'm sorry, darling, I just,

I got to help her
for just a little bit

and then I'll be back.

- I came home early, this
is really frustrating.

When is your sister gonna
grow up and take care

of stuff on her own?

- Why don't you tell her that?

- I would, you won't
let me talk to her.

- Look, she needs me tonight,
she's always there for me,

I got to go.

- When, when is she
always there for you?

Honey, I came home early!

- You know what, I'm
gonna run over there,

I'll be back in no time.

You relax.

I don't know what you want
me to do, she's my sister.

- I want you to come over
here and go to bed with me.

- I know.

You know what, I promise
I'll make it up to you.

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(screams)

- Freeze!

This is officer Downs, I got a
240 at the Four Corners Motel

at the corner of
31st and second.

Put your hands on the hood!

- [Voiceover] Officer
Downs, we copy,

three units your way.

- You okay ma'am?
- Yeah

Alright, just stay put.

Help is on its way.

Put your hands on the hood!

(continuous grunting)

(upbeat dramatic music)

Freeze!

Get down!

(grunts)

- Listen, I'll be right back.

- Okay, thanks.

- Oh.
- Hey, how's she doing?

- Um, she's fine.

She's a little shaken up.

- Alright, thanks.

- Don't even start with me.

- Hmm.

- So a parking lot, huh?

- I said don't start.

- I guess you can't teach an
old dog new tricks after all.

- Yeah, fuck you David.

- Yeah that's usually
your MO, right there.

- Burke!

Hey.

Can I ask you a few questions?

- Yeah.
- Why don't you get out

of here, grab a cup of coffee.

- Yeah, I will.

- Alicia, is there anything
you can tell me about

your attacker?

- I don't remember much.

I walked up to the car, next
thing I know someone in a

mask shoves a rag in my
face and I'm on the ground.

- Someone you were
supposed to meet?

- Um, yeah his name's Paul.

- Have you met him before?

- No, no we've only
chatted on Friend's List.

- [Voiceover] Sir,
you can't be in here.

- [Voiceover] I'm
looking for my wife!

- Oh God.
- Hey, it's okay.

They don't know anything.

- And what am I
supposed to tell them?

- Well, you can tell
them whatever you want,

but sometimes the good
of these situations is

realizing the important
things in life.

- Mom, are you okay?
- Yeah.

I am.

- Hi.

- What?

Did you get anything?
- Just a name.

- Cam, I got another
name for you.

- Hey Detective,
sorry about tonight.

- Yeah, I'd be sorry too
if I got my ass kicked

and my gun taken away from me!

- Seriously, I'm sorry.

- No, seriously you had
the son of a bitch and

you let him get away!

All you got is sorry?

- Burke, lay off!
- What is this shit!

Don't you have some paperwork
you need to fill out?

- Yeah, I do.

- Yeah, you two, my office, now.

Fucking rookie.

That's it, four victims
now and no leads.

- We're getting close.

- Close.

(laughs)

We've got two guys in the
hospital with missing dicks!

We have one girl killed
herself over what happened,

and now your ex wife.

You'll have to pardon me
for not agreeing with you

on your definition of close.

- Just need a little more
time, Captain, that's all.

- Yeah, well you can have
all the time in the world.

Because as of right now,

you're relived of duty.
- Wait, seriously?

- Consider yourself lucky
that you are not going down

with his sinking ship because
you are being reassigned.

- But sir, we are so close!

- So close, that
word "close" again,

keep reverberating in my
head, it's haunting me.

I don't care!

I've already got a
new team reassigned.

- Fuck.

Oh man.

- I know how you feel, man.

I get the same way when
fuckers cheat on Call Of Duty.

- Shut up!

- Fair enough, you can
catch more bees with honey.

- Shut up, dude, shut up!

(chuckles)

- Dad, come on.

Dad!

Come on, dad.

Dad, seriously.

Dad, wake up.

(mumbles)

Your phone's been
blowing up all morning.

- So what?

I don't care.

The only one I want
to talk to is you.

- Well usually when someone's
calling from the same

number, it means
that it's important.

Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad!

- What, baby, what?
- Wake up.

- Okay.
- Here.

- Alright, you're an
excellent wake up call.

And a pain in my ass.

Yeah, it is.

(phone dialing)

Cameron, what is it?

- Dude, your bedside manners
need some serious help.

- Dude, come on.

What is it Cameron, just tell--

Get to the point.
- Okay!

Okay, what I was trying to
tell you last night is that

I found your connection
between your victims

and the name that you gave me.

- Alright so tell
me, what is it?

- Well all the activity
from the victim's computers

after they were attacked
are coming from the same

IP address as this Paul guy.

- Alright, I'm on my way over.

(phone ringing)

Cameron, what is it?

I'm on my way!

- [Voiceover] Cameron?

- You got something to say
to me, you son of a bitch?

Go ahead, I'm listening.

- Isn't social media wonderful?

It brings us all
so close together,

lets people share their lives
with complete strangers,

making them friends.

- Social media's great,
for people like you.

Spineless little fucking pricks

who can hide behind
their computers.

- I don't expect you to see
the bigger picture, here.

You'd rather just sit there
with your narrow view.

That's okay, though.

You will see soon enough.

- Did you come after my
wife, you son of a bitch?

- Your ex wife, and you're
wrong, she came to me.

They all do.

For the friendship
they so sorely need.

- I'm fucking coming after you.

- Hey man.
- Burkeeee!

You're not even supposed
to be here, man,

the least can you do is knock.

- What'd you find?
- First of all,

stop doing that!

And B, I traced the phone
call made to your cell from

Captain Creepy Crunch.

Belongs to the one and
only Veronica Connelly.

- Hey guys, what's going on?

- You are just in time.

- For what?
- For this.

That right there, the proud
owner of the IP address

that's causing
all of this chaos.

- Wait, Burkee!

Look, I know you want to
get this guy, I do too,

but you can't just
go busting in there!

Especially since
you're on leave!

- Well, so what
do you recommend?

We just sit and wait
for him to do it again?

- No, we stake out his
place and catch him with his

pants down, so to speak.

- Okay.

Let's go.

(crickets chirping)

(continuous groaning)

Pickles and pizza.

Mhmm.

- You really think
this is the guy?

I mean, it doesn't seem
like he would do this.

- That's what the partner
of Ted Bundy's arresting

officer said, too.

- Shut up.

So this is what you smell
like when you shower with

water and not with scotch, huh?

- Nice, now you shut up.

(Laura laughs)

- I don't understand why
he still leaves them alive.

- Well, gives him
power, you know?

Serves his need to be in control
and be feared, or whatever.

Or he could just be trying
to teach them a lesson.

(woman screaming)

- This is Detective Laura
Chance calling for back up

at 147 Parkmans Street.

We have a 261 in progress.

(dramatic music)

- Help!

- Hey!

Are you okay, sweetheart?

(splashing)

Come on asshole,
come on, come on.

Okay, you were a
free man until now.

Get up, get up.

- I didn't do anything!

- Really, why the
hell were you running?

- What would you do if some
crazy asshole kicked in

your front door
waving a gun around?

- Really asshole?

Okay, you know what?

You have the right
to remain silent,

you know how this goes right?

Everything you say can and
will be held against you

in a court of law.

Now get up!

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

- Hey, are you okay?

- Just a little shaken up.

- Get inside right now.

- What the hell you asshole!

- Okay, take her outside, get
outside with her right now.

Sit down!

- I don't know what the
fuck your problem is,

but I'm gonna sue your ass.

- Whatever you say,
Paul, sit still.

- Who the fuck is Paul?

My name's James.

- Oh that's right, Paul's
just the name you use

to lure unsuspecting victims?

Or Jeremy?

God only knows how many
other profiles you've got.

- What are you talking about?

- I'll call Veronica right
now, a friend of mine,

we're gonna get to
the bottom of this.

Is she okay out there?

- Yeah, she's okay.

Just a little shaken up.

- Don't move.

(cell phone ringing)

Just what I thought,
let's go wise guy.

Get up, get up, this way.

- What is that shit?

- Looks like a conviction to me.

- What are you talking about?

I've never seen any of that.

- Why don't you save
your act for somebody who

gives a shit, come on.

- Captain, there you go, happy?

- So you finally caught
the son of a bitch, huh?

- Sure did.
- About time.

- That's it, huh?

- What do you want, a
parade for doing your job?

(laughing)

- Hey guys.

Hey!

So, why don't you come over
for some dinner tonight

with me and Jamie?

I'm cooking.

- You? cook?

We talking solids?

- I'll have you know I'm
a pretty damn good cook.

Plus my daughter's taken a
liking to you for some reason.

- Well, never underestimate
the power of a girls night.

- So what do you say?

- Got nothing better to do.

- Alright, I'll see you there.

- Alright, I'll be there.

- Oh and uh, good job out there.

For a girl.

- Asshole!

(Burke laughing)

- Cam, thanks for all the help.

- Well you can thank me
by not smacking the back

of my head anymore.

- Oh, sure.

So you still checking on
Connor for me or what?

- Yeah, I am.

Tying up some loose ends on
that guys background check.

- Easy, fucker.

Any luck?

- No, dude.

The guy friggin sells Prius'!

- What a bastard, huh?

- Exactly, that's
what I'm saying man.

The dude's clean.

Except for a few parking
tickets, but other than that--

Actually, you know what,
there is one exception.

Some girl accused him of
rape like seven years ago

and ended up dropping
all the charges

and nothing ever came of it.

- Got a name?
- I do.

- Karen Bligh, 18
years old at the time,

freshman at blah
blah blah university.

- I should talk to her about it.

- Yeah, somebody should.

Except for the fact,
good luck finding her.

She's probably the only
person on the planet

without a Friend's List account.

She didn't end up showing
up after the case and she's

probably married somewhere
with like two point five kids.

- Hey, more power to her, right?

Listen, do me a favor,
keep looking for a picture

to put with the name
and if you find any,

just let me know, okay?

- Will do.
- Thanks, brother.

- Hello?

- I'm in the
kitchen, come on in.

- Wow!

You weren't kidding were you?

- No, never doubt my abilities.

I'm the chef.
- Never would.

Where's Jamie?

- She'll be here any minute.

- Hey, I just came straight
from work so I'm gonna

go clean up a little bit.

- Okay, you know where it's at.

(phone beeps)

- So what you making?

- What?

- I just asked
what you're making.

- Oh, it's a surprise.
- Oh, a surprise.

Aren't you full of surprises?

- Here.

Have a glass of wine.

It'll be done soon.

It must feel good, you
finally put your old friend

behind bars, huh?

(dramatic music)

- Old friend?

- Yeah, what's his name?

Some guy named James?

- I'm not sure I follow.

- Went to college with him.

(glass shatters)

- Had to keep
digging, didn't you?

Couldn't just be happy
finally closing a case.

(spits)

(laughing)

Guess I should'nt have
underestimated you.

- Tell that story,
what happened, huh?

What happened?

James smooth talk you
a little bit, huh?

Did he invite you to dinner?

What happened, did he get
a little rough with you?

First date, huh?

So you decided to take it out
on everybody on Friend's List.

- A little rough?

A little rough?

Here I thought I
met this nice guy.

On the internet of all places
and even though my family

warned me about
it, I defended him.

I defended him
before we even met!

(laughing)

Told them all about the
sweet things he wrote me

and all that bullshit.

(crying)

After a nice dinner he
takes me back to his place

where he blindsides me, ties
me to a bed post and he--

All the while taking

humiliating--

All the while taking
humiliating photos

just so he could share 'em
with his buddies later.

(laughing)

- Should've enjoyed it, at
least he bought you dinner.

Sound better than what
my ex wife did to me.

- That's not very rough!

Always the comedian.

- So one guy does that
that gives you the right

to start punishing
innocent people?

- Innocent people?

You think I'm the only one
who's ever fallen victim

to their lies and manipulative
bullshit on there?

I see it every day.

Guys arrogantly
praying on girls.

Single, married,
underage, doesn't matter.

Girls egging them on by
posting their slutty little

attention getting photos!

Wives cheating on their
husbands all because of their

innocent posts,
comments, status updates.

- I guess you're not a fan
of the first amendment, huh?

- I'm a supporter of being a
decent fucking human being!

- Clearly.

How you gonna explain this one?

- Shouldn't be too hard.

An alcoholic cop whose
cheating wife was found almost

cheating again.

Opens an old wound.

(breathing heavily)

And you just get
sick about it all.

Does that sound right?

(guns fire)

- My baby, hold my hand.

Come on, baby.

What baby, my baby's
gonna be okay.

- I'm not really an
expert at getting shot.

- I know.

- But one thing's for sure.

- What's that baby?

- I'm definitely
unfriending her.

(indistinct radio chatter)

- I don't know if I
can even blame her.

After what that asshole
put her through.

I know she grew on you.

But we'll take good care of her.

- Don't worry, Ms. Chance.

We're gonna take really
good care of you here.

We even have the newest movies.

Supposedly there's a new
one coming out soon called,

"Friend's List Killer".

It's kind of creepy,
if you ask me.

Somebody using Friend's
List to stalk their victims.

It makes you think twice
about what you put up

on the internet these days.

I really think you're
gonna like it here.

(techno music)

("Alien Eyes" by Madisen Hill)

- What is this?

"Mercy is for the--"

I'm getting too
old for this shit.

"Weak."

What the fuck does that mean?

Beth!