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(gentle dramatic music)

- Shh, no, no, you shut up.

No, no, no, no, no, you shut up.

No, you shut up.

You don't fucking tell me to shut up.

You, you better shut the fuck up.

No, I, I can't, I can't do it.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not gonna do it.

- Fuck. - I'm not gonna do it.

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- You can't fucking make me do shit.

You can't make me do a goddamn thing.

- I'm getting the fuck out of here.

- No, no.

- Yo, man, what the fuck?

You all right?

What the hell is wrong?

What the fuck?

(door bangs) (Michael groans)

(door clicks)

(door clicks)

(Michael chuckles)

♪ Ba, ba, ba, ba ♪

♪ Ba, ba ♪

- Batter up, Julio.

(bat thuds)

(ominous music)

(Julio groaning)

- This isn't real.

This isn't real. (groaning)

What the fuck?

- Wakey-wakey, Julio.

You know, I didn't have the luxury of a family growing up.

I didn't have a father

take me to things like batting practice.

So I thought that today would be a good day

to make up for some old time sake.

Don't you think?

(Michael screaming)

(bat thudding)

(heart pounding)

(flesh squishing)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- I mean, her ass was so fat

like I couldn't even believe it.

- (chuckles) Yeah, but how about them titties, you know?

- (scoffs) I ain't much of a melons man.

I'm more about that cushion for the pushing,

you know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, that's right, that's right.

But how about the whole package?

You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah, but if you had to choose which one is it,

ass or titties?

- Mike, talk to you for a sec.

- Yeah, get in there.

- What's going on, Swayde?

♪ Dream if I was ♪

- Mike, you've been hearing about the killings

have been going around the neighborhood?

- Kill, killings?

- Yeah, word on the street is there's a psycho

that's been going out at night and killing people.

Cops have been snooping around the bar

saying that the killer might be coming around here.

- Shit.

- You know something about this?

- No, no, no, I mean like, you know, like shit,

it's fucking terrible.

- That's what I'm saying.

I don't know why they would think this.

♪ They said I'm lost in a moment ♪

Anyway, just want you to keep a good lookout.

Be safe.

I'm gonna talk to Cruz and Dwayne about the same thing.

- All right.

♪ Those sullen days gone and you're with me ♪

♪ I can't wake this up ♪

♪ It's affecting me ♪

Yo, Swayde.

♪ Way to break my past ♪

Thanks for everything.

♪ Voices in my head ♪

(traffic humming)

(birds chirping)

- What was all that about?

- It was nothing.

- Say nothing one more time I won't believe you.

(Michael chuckles)

Come on, Mike, what was that all about?

About that girl I was with last week?

- No.

Wait, what?

- Come on, man, you know that girl Jules?

The one I was with last week.

Man, we hooked up, but then I ain't never seen her again.

They say her body washed up ashore.

Said she was strangled.

Yeah, man, the cops were here earlier asking about her.

Shit is crazy, man.

- It's fucked up.

- Yeah.

Hey Mike, you all right?

- If Cruz knew what we were doing down here,

he would kill me.

- Well, he is not gonna find out.

This is gonna stay between us, okay?

- All right.

You sure about that?

- Yes, 'cause all I want is you.

- I want you too.

(Jules gasping)

(Jules gasping)

That was fun.

Real fun.

Yeah, he was just telling me to, you know,

stop coming in late, you know?

And, uh, you know, Cruz, you know,

just really, you know, watch your back

since there's killer running around, you know?

- Yeah.

I hope they find his ass.

- Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

- 'Cause it wasn't me.

♪ I came from the mud ♪

♪ There's dirt on my hands ♪

♪ Strong like a tree ♪

♪ There's roots where I stand ♪

♪ Oh I've been running from the law ♪

♪ Hope they won't shoot me down soon ♪

♪ Pacing on a sleepless night ♪

(car engine revving)

♪ Try to catch me howling at the moon ♪

♪ Try to catch me howling at the moon ♪

- [Michael] Some men are born evil,

but others get twisted, beaten, and scared,

choking for air until they have no choice but to kill.

My name is Michael Russo and I have a fucking problem.

- Schizophrenia is a disorder

that affects a person's ability

to feel, think, and behave clearly.

The exact cause is unknown, but a combination of genetics,

environment, and altered brain structure, and chemistry

may play a role.

Here, try these, Michael.

This may help.

Also, I recommend writing in a notepad from time to time.

Studies show that this has helped some deal

with this disorder.

- This is, this is permanent?

And that's when I knew I had to do something.

I had to stop this.

I knew it was time to change Malcolm.

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing) (birds chirping)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

(Michael sighs)

- [Malcolm] You did right by killing that dick.

I wouldn't give you an A plus for the kill,

but you did a good job.

That knife to the throat was the best part.

Did you see how fast the blood poured out?

- I don't know why I let you talk me

into this kind of thing.

I don't wanna do it anymore.

You know, I can get rid of you anytime, right?

- [Malcolm] You can't deny

that we aren't a great team, Michael.

No matter what, I will always be here with you.

There is no getting rid of me.

- The psychiatrist says if I take those little pills,

you'll go away.

- [Malcolm] I live here now and I'm not going anywhere.

- No!

I will not do it again.

I don't feel the same way I used to.

- [Malcolm] Dammit, Michael,

you will fucking do it if I tell you to.

You'll never get me to leave.

Take all the pills you want, but I'm here.

What would you do without me anyway?

You are nothing without me.

- I am something.

I'm better than this.

(pills rattling)

(Michael exhales)

You see that?

I took the pills, so you leave me the fuck alone.

(ominous music)

Killing is in you with me or without me.

You'll get that feeling you've always had.

Then you'll go out and do it again, and again, and again.

You are sloppy without me.

You need me, Michael.

(Michael laughing)

I can't and I won't.

- [Malcolm] Michael, you know you can't commit

to taking those pills long enough to keep me away.

I give it two days and you'll give up like you always do.

- I'm sticking with it this time.

I can't live like this.

I just put a knife into a guy's throat because of you.

- [Malcolm] Listen to me, you fuck.

Nobody's twisting your arm to do a damn thing.

I just make suggestions.

You are the one without the spine.

You have never said no and now you're saying no.

Wow, I don't believe it.

You just love to point fingers, don't you?

- It's the truth.

Now stop talking to me.

- [Malcolm] Wake the fuck up.

(Michael groans)

- No.

Go away, I'm sleeping.

- [Malcolm] Get your ass up.

- (sighs) I'm up, I'm up.

- [Malcolm] About time.

We have work to do.

- I thought I told you I was done doing all that.

- [Malcolm] Please just one more for old time's sake?

This will be the last one, I promise.

- Why do I let you talk me into this kind of shit?

What the fuck am I thinking?

- [Malcolm] Leave the thinking to me, I've got this.

Let's go get in the car.

I scoped out a place between here and our last kill.

Go Gregory and left on Mule.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(pills rattling)

(bottle thuds)

(gentle ominous music)

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(blood dripping)

- Fuck you.

(Michael panting)

(Michael panting)

(knuckles tapping) (reporter chattering)

- [Malcolm] You better get that.

I'm sure you know who it is, you sloppy bastard.

- (scoffs) I'm not sloppy.

I'm just over this whole thing with you.

(door clicks)

- Hello, we're doing a house to house.

We're looking for this missing girl.

Have you ever seen this woman?

Her name is Becky Swanson.

She was last seen over on Gregory Drive.

Not too far from here.

I'm Detective Swain.

What's your name?

- Uh, Malcolm.

No sir, I haven't seen her before.

How long has she been missing?

- Two days now.

There's two search teams

been out looking for her for the last 24 hours.

The, after the first 24 hours,

her family realized she was not coming back.

- I wish I could be more helpful,

but you know, I don't know her, sir.

- [Detective Swain] Ah, well.

- [Malcolm] Oh, you know her.

That's the girl on the lake.

You stabbed her 25 times and left her insides hanging out.

- That's not true.

- Did you say something?

- No, sir.

I, I've got a cold and I was just coughing.

Oh, if I, if I see anything, I'll give you a call.

- Oh, okay, well here's, here's my card.

Just call if you hear anything.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Have a good day.

- Take care.

- [Reporter] They're ready to move around the clock,

but they've been given few-

- [Malcolm] Now do you believe me?

He's onto you, Malcolm.

- No, he is not.

Just doing a house to house looking for that girl.

- [Malcolm] Malcolm, are you that fucking ignorant?

He's got you in his scope.

I promise you, I'll make you a deal.

If he doesn't come back in the next two days,

I'll give you a break.

- I'll take that bet.

What happens if he does?

- [Malcolm] Then it's confirmed.

He's on your trail.

Don't let your guard down.

I'll give him one day actually.

Tomorrow by noon we will see him again.

This time we'll be worse than the last.

I swear this to you,

I'm the smart one remember?

- You got me worried.

- [Reporter] Trains and trucks.

- If he does come back.

- [Malcolm] Well, he's going to ask you

a series of questions.

He will no longer ask if you know the girl,

he will assume you do.

As long as you keep your shit together,

we can get through this.

I'll coach you, but this time don't talk to me out loud,

you fucking idiot.

- [Reporter] Some drivers are parking-

- Don't you ever call me an idiot.

- [Malcolm] You are the one fucking up idiot.

- [Reporter] Clogging up residential neighborhoods

near the forks.

- I'm gonna go to sleep for a few hours.

Will you please leave me alone for three hours?

Just three hours.

That's all I'm asking.

- [Reporter] Record shortage of truckers.

The truck industry is down 80,000 drivers.

Would you call this an emergency?

- [Derek] Well, it's certainly getting to crisis level.

- [Reporter] Derek Leathers is the CEO of Warner.

(knuckles tapping)

(ominous music)

(door clicks)

- Well, hello again.

This is Detective Harrelson and he's working with me

on the Becky Swanson case.

- Detective Harrelson.

Mind if we come in and ask you a couple questions?

- I've already told Mr. Swain I don't know the girl.

- Well, it'll only take a few minutes.

- [Michael] Sure.

- Detective Swain stopped by earlier

and asked if you heard of Becky Swanson.

I wanna ask you again,

do you know anything about her disappearance?

- No.

I've already told you, I do not know a Becky Swanson.

- You know we're really tired of asking, Malcolm.

All the bodies are piling up here in this neighborhood

for months now, and all the fingers are pointing to you.

- Then why don't you arrest me,

ask me to come down to the station?

- We've figured that you'd be more comfortable

in your own surroundings.

We also know about your psychological problems.

- [Malcolm] They've got us, Malcolm.

The ball is in their court.

- Yeah, we, we know about your three years in state prison.

We work a lot on the mental illness cases.

Detective Harrelson here is also a certified psychologist.

- We want you to take a DNA test.

We found some skin under the fingernails of a victim

near here two weeks ago.

Young man with his head

bashed in right outside his apartment.

- [Malcolm] Relax, Malcolm.

We will still be together no matter what.

I'm not going anywhere.

I've told you that for years.

Oh yeah, I won the bet, so I get to stay.

- You can either go with us right now

or we can take you downtown.

Either way, we're gonna keep an eye on you

until those test results come back.

And will you agree to take the test

or do we need to get order from the judge?

- You will need to get that order.

I'm not giving you my DNA.

- Let's go.

You stay here till this is all over.

- Sir, yes, sir.

(door clicks)

- [Malcolm] You better hurry.

They'll be back in no time.

- Going as fast as I can.

- [Malcolm] Let's get the hell out of here.

- Shut the fuck up.

(switch clicks)

(door creaking)

(door clicks)

(door clicks) (suspenseful music)

(door bangs)

(door clicks)

(car door clicks)

(car door bangs)

(key clicking)

(insects chirping)

(knuckles tapping)

- That motherfucker, he's gone.

- Well look, we'll put out and APB,

but I'm pretty sure he's long gone by now.

- That son of a bitch.

(dramatic music)

- I'm fine, you son of a bitch.

(keys thuds)

- Shit.

(key clicks)

You're him.

You're the guy everyone's looking for.

You're Michael.

Or, or, or Malcolm.

- Damn right.

(man groaning)

(door clicks)

(door clicks)

- [Malcolm] What now?

You seem to know everything.

You are one fucked up man.

- Shut the fuck up!

Let me think!

You've always got something to say!

- [Malcolm] Well, what are you going to do?

You have to get rid of the body, you ignorant fool.

You know how you are, one dumb fuck.

You've gotten too sloppy.

- You've got no right to talk to me this way.

I'm doing the best I can.

I'll take him and throw him in the woods somewhere.

- [Malcolm] Yeah, such a brilliant idea.

You are a fucking idiot.

- What did I tell you about calling me that?

What are you going to do about it, Michael?

I've told you before I can quit you anytime.

- [Malcolm] You can't and dammit you won't.

You belong to me, Michael.

I'll never give up on you like everyone else.

Your mommy and daddy hated you, remember?

That's why they threw you off into that group home.

You are still a piece of shit human being.

If I could, I'd throw your ass away too,

but where would you be?

- Get the fuck off me!

I can live.

I was living just fine before you.

- [Malcolm] Were you Michael?

Were you really living?

Yeah, you had a dead end job.

You were barely hanging on to a place to live

and that girl you liked wouldn't give you the time of day.

Look at you now, you grew a pair of balls finally.

- Fuck you!

I was doing just fine.

Sure I've had some bad luck,

but not as bad as I do when I'm with you.

I'm a good person.

You believe that, don't you? (laughing)

Michael Russo is a good person. (laughing)

Enough!

(trunk thuds)

- [Malcolm] Now we're talking.

- Don't make me beg.

Please, shut the fuck up till this is done.

- Hey, stop right there!

(car door bangs)

- [Michael] What'd I do wrong, officer?

- Officer Cho.

What you doing out here?

- [Malcolm] Play stupid, Michael.

- I was walking on the main road

and somehow I got lost.

I heard a sound in the woods

and went to see what it was.

- The woods are back that way.

What are you doing here?

Let me see your ID.

- I lost my wallet the other day,

but I got it reordered, should be coming in the mail.

- I've got a pretty good idea of who you are.

- Who am I?

- Michael Russo.

AK Malcolm Russo.

Turn around and put your hands behind your back.

Make this easy on yourself.

(body thuds) (Michael groans)

You got the right to remain silent.

Anything you say be used against you in court.

You have the right to attorney.

If you can't afford one, one will be appointed.

Do you understand?

- [Malcolm] Say no, say no.

- Yeah, I understand.

- [Malcolm] You motherfucker.

(rock music)

- Russo!

- The fuck up!

- [Malcolm] Have you not learned anything from?

I told you, stop talking to me out loud around other people.

Remember the slip up with a Detective Swain?

You barely pulled that one off.

- Fuck you, Russo.

- Fuck you too, Cho.

- Was heading home tonight, no plans.

Did my 12 hour shift, thought I was done.

Then I run into you.

(car door bangs)

- [Malcolm] We'll be fine, Michael.

Don't let him scare you.

- You never guess who's in my car.

Michael Russo.

Bringing him home now.

(dramatic music)

- You know, Malcolm,

these bodies have been piling up for quite some time now,

but we can't tie you to all of them,

except maybe that young man off of Gregory

and the Swanson case.

- [Malcolm] They've got us, Malcolm.

They have the DNA evidence

they need to put us away for life.

Worst case, the chair.

- I told you that we would get to the truth, Malcolm,

but I also know that you know more than you're leading on.

- [Malcolm] Don't tell them shit, Malcolm.

- Who the fuck do you think you are to do this to people?

Do you know how many lives that you have ended

and torn families apart?

We're sure that you have done this many times.

We've been so close for a while now.

Finally, we have something on you.

And I'm sure this place will be one hell of a lot safer

with you off the streets.

- [Malcolm] Don't give up.

We are screwed, but two is all they have on you.

There is at least 10 more that they aren't sure of.

- We want the truth, Malcolm.

Now we can give you a deal if you're honest with us.

Help these people find closure in their lives.

You took their loved ones from them.

You didn't bat eye.

- [Malcolm] Don't do it.

- I'm so sick of you.

I need to get this off my chest.

- [Malcolm] I knew you weren't strong enough

to handle this life.

- I am strong enough!

- Who the hell are you talking to?

- No one.

- Tell us everything, Malcolm, and we can help you.

You're only confirming what we already know.

I mean, we already have six bodies out here

that are unsolved,

but we also have more missing persons in the area.

- Come on, just give us something.

We can start from the beginning if you want.

We would prefer that you do.

- Okay, okay.

I just wanna be free again.

- I'm not gonna be able to grant you freedom,

but I can find somebody to help.

- Look we can sit here all night and all day tomorrow,

but we will get it outta you.

- I'll tell you the truth.

- Are you willing to give a full confession?

If so, we're gonna need this.

- I'm going to tell you two everything from the beginning.

(recorder clicks)

- You know maybe seeing some of these will jog your memory.

This first one is Yvette Melchin.

She was killed in her home October of last year.

They've had no leads on this one.

Is this some of your work?

- Yeah, yeah, I killed her.

The voice speaks through me sometimes.

- Voice?

What do you mean voice?

- I mean what I said.

The voice speaks through me and tells me what to do.

I try to fight him, but I can't.

- The voice is bullshit!

You are a brutal psychopath with no remorse.

You knew what you were doing.

Now what happened with Ms. Melchin?

(Michael sighs)

- It was dark and I had pretend that my car had broken down.

I went to her door.

She let me use her phone.

She wasn't so lucky because she had started a fire

in the kitchen, had to run to stop it.

I followed behind.

- So Ms. Melchin was your very first victim?

This is the time to be honest with us, Malcolm.

There is no going back.

We have you on three counts

of first degree murder as of now.

- I know.

I am being honest.

No, she wasn't my first.

- We, we said to start from the beginning.

- Do you remember that big house fire about two years ago?

The one all over the news

and they said it was electrical fire.

Yeah, well, that was me.

- You killed a family of four, you know that, right?

You killed two children, you sick fuck!

- I'm not exactly proud of that one.

It's a long story.

- You know what?

We're here until this is finished.

There's no time limit.

Tell us everything, Malcolm.

(ominous music)

- All right I'll tell you.

It was kind of cold out that night.

It was around December.

I remember because I was wearing a thick coat.

I had spied on the man and woman for about a week.

I did know of the children,

but they weren't who I was after.

They were just there and it was time

so when the house went up in flames,

I honestly didn't care that they were in there.

I waited till they all went to bed.

I went into the madam's room

and I slit both their throats.

I started the fire in there.

I doused the room with gasoline and lit a matchbook.

(air blowing)

I got out as soon as I could.

The children were still sleeping.

- Were those the only children you've killed

or is there more?

- Yes, they are the only ones.

I don't make a habit of killing children.

They were just there

and I didn't give one fuck to get them out.

- You are one sick fuck.

You know that, don't you?

- I'm aware.

(table thuds)

- Swain, get a hold of yourself.

- Son of a bitch! - You can't do that.

- [Detective Swain] That sick son of a needs to die

just like one of these victims.

- [Detective Harrelson] Look I agree.

But we have to do this the right way.

You are not the judge.

- You do that again, my mouth is closed.

Don't fucking touch me.

- He won't.

He won't, I promise.

Now go ahead.

- Those are my first kills.

My first kill by strangulation was this one.

He's actually my first one-on-one.

I killed him in the park one night.

That was a year and a half ago.

It was night as usual.

He was jogging, and I ran up behind him,

and overpowered him.

I dragged him in the woods and left him there.

The next one was this one.

This girl asked me for a ride one night.

She came onto me and it drove me nuts.

She said she was a prostitute.

Said she bawl me for $50.

So I took her to a secluded area about a mile from home

and stabbed her in the stomach.

And then got behind her in the back seat

and wrapped a rope around her neck

until she stopped breathing.

Lucky I didn't get her blood all over my seat.

(sighs) She put a hell of a fight though.

- [Malcolm] That's four now.

You are talking herself into a grave.

Have you lost your mind?

- I haven't lost my fucking mind.

- Who are you talking to, Malcolm?

- [Malcolm] Just tell him.

You're so big on being honest these days.

- It's the voice he keeps talking over,

over, and over again.

Just go away!

- Thank you for your honesty.

We still think you're a sick fuck!

But now we can start giving these families

some kind of a closure.

You will fry for this, you got that?

- Stop it.

We got him.

We finally got him, Swain.

- [Malcolm] We are going to fry.

I told you to stop while you were ahead.

(brooding music)

They will never stop us.

We have work to do.

(Malcolm laughing)

(Michael laughing)

(ominous music)

(Michael laughing)

(Michael laughing)

(dramatic music)

(gentle upbeat music)

- All right.

Well, I'll take attendance and we can begin.

Christopher.

- Here.

- Okay.

Julia.

- I'm here.

- All right, fantastic.

Brian.

- Sup.

- Okay, greetings, Brian.

Michael.

- Malcolm.

- I'm sorry, what did you say?

- I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm here.

- Welcome.

Now who would like to go first today?

Oh, please, not everyone all at once.

- I'll, I'll go.

- All right, Christopher, how did you sleep?

- I had another freaking wet dream!

(Christopher grunting)

- Now, Christopher,

I don't believe that's what I meant

when I talked about staying open in these sessions.

Julia, how did you sleep?

- Can I skip?

- Now, Julia, you won't be making any progress by skipping.

- Okay.

I didn't sleep.

I was up journaling.

It's the only way I can get these fucking thoughts

outta my head.

- What kind of thoughts?

- It's these voices.

It's tons of them.

I hear these conversations and it's, it's revolting.

I need more medication.

Please, Dr. Marcus.

- Now, Julia, we've talked about this.

We have to gradually increase your medication

to stay on the safe side, okay?

(Julia sighs)

Brian.

How did you sleep?

- Good.

- Any dreams?

- Yeah.

The day I leave this shithole.

(Christopher chuckles)

- How about you, Malcolm?

Michael?

- Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, I was just, uh.

- Having a conversation with somebody else.

- Yeah, yeah.

- [Dr. Marcus] Julia here has schizophrenia just like you.

You're not alone in this.

- [Malcolm] You'll always be alone.

You'll always be nothing, Michael.

- That's just it.

All I want is to be a lone.

- That voice is certainly overwhelming you, isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.

- Well, all you've got to do

is take your medication and tell him to fuck off.

- [Malcolm] Michael, I don't like this guy.

Don't take any more of those pills.

- Fuck you, Malcolm.

(Christopher chuckles)

(water splashing)

(Michael humming)

(Michael grunts) (phone buzzing)

Yo, D.

- [Deacon] What's up, bro?

- What's up, dude?

You ready to throw the ball before class?

- [Deacon] Ah, yeah, man, I'll meet you.

- All right, all right.

Yeah, man, that, that, that game last night dominated.

- [Deacon] Championships ours, baby.

- Oh yeah, oh yeah.

All right, brother,

I'll meet you by the basketball courts.

- [Deacon] Yeah, sounds good, bro.

- All right, see you a little bit.

- [Deacon] All right.

(phone beeping)

(lips smack)

- Let's go.

Yo, D.

- [Deacon] Yeah.

(hands clap)

- When are you gonna ask that girl out, Daniella?

- Yeah, I mean, I'm getting around to it.

- Getting around to it.

Dude, you gotta make a move.

Deacon, you gotta make a move.

You've been liking this girl since we were wearing diapers.

You, you gotta make a move.

That's all I'm saying.

- That's easy for you to say, Mike.

See, I don't have a line of girls around the block

trying to holler at me, man.

- Cut the shit.

Like me.

Dude, look, look at you, man.

You big handsome guy, got tattoos.

You got girls around you too, man.

But what is, what's, what's different about this girl?

- You know I like her, man.

It, it makes me a little nervous.

That's all. - Right.

All right, how about this?

How about I show you how to get her?

Because she's just a girl, man.

- Mike, don't even joke about that, man.

You know how I feel about her.

- D, just trying to get you outta your fucking shell, bro.

Just getting you outta your shell.

Okay, D?

- I'm serious, Mike, bros before hoes, man.

Come on, man.

- [Michael] Right, right, she's yours, she's yours.

- It's dibs, man.

Come on, first dibs.

- [Michael] Right dibs.

You're right.

- All right, bro.

- All right, enough of this girl talk.

Let's go back to class.

Is anyone sitting here?

- [Daniella] No.

- My name is Mike, by the way.

- I know who you are.

You're Michael Russo, captain of the football team.

(Michael chuckles)

- Well, yeah, it's me.

Have we met before?

- You've gone out with like three of my friends, Mike.

You mean to tell me you just now decided to notice me?

- Well, look, I saw you the other day

and thought you were pretty cute so.

- Save it.

I heard about what you did to Jennifer.

- Look, that was just a rumor.

I swear I didn't, I didn't even touch her.

- Get lost or I'll scream.

- All right.

- Son of bitch.

Fuck you, Mike.

- Hey, yo, Deac.

Hey, Deac, what's up, man?

You guys did a great job at the game.

Yeah, you know my niece, Brittany,

she goes to that school too.

She is talking about you all the time, man.

- Brittany. - Yeah, Brittany.

Are you okay, man?

- Man, look, I love Brittany, man.

(fist thuds)

Fucker, tell that bitch, she's mine!

- Deacon. - I love that girl.

- [Michael] What the fuck you doing?

What you doing? - Hey, Mike.

- What the fuck that's for? - This, this here,

you know what?

I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago.

Fuck you!

(fist thuds)

Motherfucker.

Son of a bitch.

- [Michael] What the?

- Taking my fucking spotlight, Mike.

Fuck you, man!

Fuck you!

Deacon rules!

Fuck Brittany too, motherfucker.

Yeah.

(Michael groans)

- [Malcolm] Good morning, Michael.

(Michael grunts)

- Who said that?

- [Malcolm] It's me.

I've been here the entire time.

Your whole life.

- What?

So my inner thoughts have a clear voice now.

- [Malcolm] I have been trying to talk

to you your whole life.

It's good, you can finally hear me.

We have work to do.

- Work?

What are you talking about?

God, my head hurts.

- [Malcolm] You'll see.

First get out of bed and let's get out of here.

- Now I'll say it again, Gary.

I'm Dr. Marcus.

You were brought here by your family 10 years ago

after you murdered your Vietnamese neighbors.

They're all in Florida now,

so please take your medicine and go to sleep.

- Quit playing these games on me, Kyle.

You do it again, and I'm not gonna cover you

next time we get sent back off to Vietnam.

- You're not in the war anymore, Gary.

I told you, I'm Dr. Marcus, not Kyle.

- Doc.

Where am I?

Did I miss our session again?

- Don't worry about that, Gary.

(pills rattling)

You're never gonna miss another session again.

(dramatic music)

(Michael panting)

(tense ominous music)

(Michael panting)

(tense ominous music)

(Michael panting)

- Michael, come eat your breakfast before it gets cold.

- [Michael] Coming, Mom.

- [Mary] How did you sleep, Michael?

- Good.

- Speak up when your mother talks to you.

- Sorry, Dad.

Good.

- Don't be smart with me, Michael.

Remember what happened last time.

- John?

- Yes, Mary.

- All right, honey, I think the bus is here.

Have a good day.

- Bye, Mom.

Bye, Dad.

- How many times have I told you-

- John, don't. - Stop coddling that boy.

- Go to school. - He is soft.

- He's gotta go to school. - He needs to be disciplined.

- No. - Unbelievable why.

- You treat him just like your father treated you.

- Michael.

(Michael sighs)

Michael.

Malcolm.

- I heard you.

Can you please stop calling me that name?

- Now, Michael, I already have one Brian here,

I don't need another.

- You're right.

I'm sorry.

(sighs) Who's here to visit me anyways?

- Your mother.

- Oh, my sweet boy.

- Ma?

What are you doing here?

- Michael, you're still my son.

Even after everything you've done.

Sit down.

- So how's, how's dad been?

- He died, Michael, remember?

- Oh, yeah, that's right.

I can't have but feel response for what happened.

- Michael, I don't wanna cause you any more pain,

but you're killing yourself

with these lies you're making up.

- Mom, what the fuck are you talking about?

(hand slaps)

Don't do that.

- There you are you fucking demon.

Get outta my fucking son.

Doctor, we need a exorcist.

(hand slaps)

- Mom, stop.

- [Mary] What's he been telling you, Michael?

That thing that's inside your head, he isn't your friend.

- [Malcolm] Easy for her to say.

Her only friend was your abusive piece of shit father.

- Enough, both of you.

Mom, don't you understand?

If it wasn't for Deacon,

I would've graduated college with honors.

Been the best player they'd ever seen.

Won the championship and have a great life with Daniella.

Live happily ever after, just like you and dad did.

- Michael, that's all made up.

- What are you saying?

- Don't you remember, Michael,

the day you came home from school?

You nearly beat your father to death of the bat, Mike.

I was honestly scared of you.

We had to send you away.

You were the reason we fought in the first place.

- What do you mean?

- Michael, you're a blessing, but an unplanned one.

We did the best we could,

but honestly, it wasn't easy raising you,

especially off of the budget that we made.

- What are you talking about?

Dad had a great office job making six figures.

- Michael, that was a joke.

Your father was a garbage man,

and I waited tables at night when you came home from school.

- (scoffs) Yeah, that's right.

- Michael, sweetheart, we loved you, but it wasn't easy.

And your father treating you the way his father treated him

didn't make it any easier.

- How, how did he die?

- Your father lasted as long as he could

after you did what you did.

All you've ever known was juvie and prison.

You said it reminded you of school.

- (chuckles) Yeah, kind of does.

- My time is up, my son.

I love you.

- I love you too, Mommy.

- [Malcolm] God, I thought she'd never leave.

- Shut the fuck up.

- [Malcolm] This place is your home

and I'm your demon imaginary friend.

- Yeah, some life.

I liked it better on the run.

More excitement than this fucking place.

- [Malcolm] Do you want to get out of here?

- No shit.

- [Malcolm] All right.

Here's what we're gonna do.

(ominous music)

- Malcolm.

What are you doing?

I am doing something I should have done a long time ago.

You had your chance, pussy,

but now I'm shutting you out.

I'm going to bust outta this place all by myself.

But first, some unfinished business.

- [Nurse] Michael, doctor needs to see you now.

Come on.

(nurse groaning)

(Michael grunting)

(Michael grunting)

(birds chirping)

- Michael, my beautiful boy.

(Michael scoffs)

- Funny, looks and sounds like him,

but are you really the monster I grew up with?

- Me a monster?

Really, Michael, have you seen what you've done?

What you've become?

- I'm a better man than you ever were.

- Look in the mirror, Michael.

There's no difference between you and me,

except I know how to hide my tracks.

- What are you talking about?

- The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Michael.

I hate to admit it,

but your lust of killing

was passed down from me to you, Michael.

You're not serious.

- Yes. - You are never serious.

You're a liar.

You're a liar then and you're a liar now.

I'm outta here.

- Michael.

Michael.

(ominous music)

Malcolm!

Some men are born evil,

but others get twisted, beaten, scarred,

choking for air until they have no choice but to kill.

Before you came into this world,

my job was to kill, disappear, leave no trace behind

and then start all over and do it again.

My son, when you were born,

you were born with something inside of you.

Let's find out what that is.

(dramatic music)

- Dr. Marcus.

Where are you, doctor?

I just want to play.

Hmm.

Is that me?

Ooh, I was right.

Looks like Dr. Marcus has a fetish for Michael after all.

Michelle Russo.

Wow.

(tongue clicking)

Naughty, naughty, Michelle.

You just wait until Michael finds out

he has a sister who's even more fucked up than he is.

Doctor.

Come out, come out to play.

Dr. Marcus, come out to play!

- Dr. Marcus called me out.

Must be time for me to kill.

- Well, well, well.

Look who we have here.

- Whatever happened to bros before hoes, man?

You know the last time I saw you, I was wasted.

This time, I'm just tripping off Thorazine, baby. (laughs)

- Cut the shit.

- Cut the shit?

Yeah, cut the shit now.

Cut the shit real good.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, shit.

- Well, that's just wrong.

- It's really sweet, Mikey.

Really sweet.

(Deacon screaming)

(head thuds)

(both laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(Deacon grunts) (Michael laughs)

(Deacon grunting)

- Die, big boy.

(door jiggling)

(Deacon grunting)

You know Daniella?

She was sucking my balls.

- Michael, open the door!

Open the door.

Let me in. - Filling.

- [Deacon] You son of a bitch.

- Michael, open it.

Fuck!

- (grunts) I got you right where I want you, big boy.

Guess what?

- [Deacon] Fuck you, Mikey!

- Malcolm rules.

(bones crack)

(Michael chuckling)

(door beeps)

(door clicks)

- Malcolm, you sick so of a bitch!

Put your hands up or I'll end you.

- Why would you want to end me, Cho?

Aren't you curious where I hid your little girl's body?

(gun bangs)

- Put your hands up or I'll end you.

- She certainly has your good looks,

but unfortunately she didn't have your strength.

(Cho groaning)

(gun thuds)

Wow.

Nice.

- Michael, please don't do this.

- How do you know my name?

- Mom had me after you were sent away.

They basically named me after you.

- That's impossible.

- [Malcolm] Why don't you tell 'em

what happened to his sweet mother, Michelle?

I'm sure he'll love that.

- What's he, what's he talking about?

Where's my mom?

- She wasn't a saint, Michael.

She made my life a living hell.

So I sent her there in return.

- You killed her.

- Yes, it was last week.

I know who I am and my worth.

Can you say the same, Michael?

You are better than him.

You're stronger than you think.

You don't give yourself enough credit.

Shut him up and shut him out.

- I don't know what to believe in anymore.

I want out forever.

- Come on.

Come with me.

I'm here for you, Michael.

It can just be you and me looking out for each other.

(gun bangs)

(body thuds)

(door clicks)

(dramatic music)

(ominous electronic music)

(gentle music)

(gentle dramatic music)