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[Woman vocalizing softly]

[ Dramatic music plays]

[ Ethereal music plays]

[Ambient electronic music plays]

[ Electronic music intensifies]

[ Door opens]

[ Door closes ]

[ Electronic music continues]

[Car door creaks]

[ Car door closes]

[ Engine starts]

[Tense music plays]

Man: Need a ride?

That obvious?

How far are you going?

As far as I can.

Hop in.

[Tense music continues]

Woman: [ Gasps]

[ Screams ]

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

[ Screams ]

[ Projector clicking ]

- [ Chain saw revs] - [ Woman screams]

[ Cackles ]

[Chain saw revs]

You wanted a surgeon, you fucker.

Okay. So why don't we, uh...

We're gonna stay on the wide, and then lose that close-up

before she jumps out of the doorway to stab him?

[Sighs ] Oh, god damn it.

You say something?

Oh, it just sounds like you're going for surprise

instead of suspense, again, Jack. [Scoffs]

Can you hang on for just a second, please?

What is the name of your magazine again?

Vicious fans?

Vicious fanatics.

- It's right here... - I'm on a brutal deadline.

So you got five more minutes.

- Go. - Yeah, sorry.

[ Recorder clicks]

[Clears throat]

"Vicious tales."

Jack, serious critics, myself included,

have noticed that you've repeatedly used

slow moving killers over your last dozen films.

You did it in "your carnation for corpses,"

"status of fear," "black Friday."

- You did it in... - Slower is scary.

I mean, Sally's running blocks ahead

of the happy smile killer in "black Friday."

He always manages to catch her, but it's not really realistic.

- It's not possible. - No, no, no. It's dream logic.

It's like you're in a nightmare, right?

And you can't outrun it, no matter how fast you go.

Right, right, right, right, right, right, right.

Lazy writing.

Ah!

Why in your last three films,

when everyone hears a noise, do they always go outside?

- Why would you do that? - Okay, alright, alright.

"60 minutes," take it easy, okay?

I make fun movies.

If you don't like them,

why don't you tell me what you would do?

You really want to know what I would do?

[Telephone rings in distance]

Cab drivers.

What?

Ca... cab drivers.

[Laughs]

[Chuckles] Huh? Think about it.

They drive you home, so they know where you live,

but they have zero connection to you.

Who looks twice at their cab driver,

let alone remembers their face?

Jack they're the perfect killers.

It's modern horror for modern times.

Why is no one doing this? Why aren't you doing this?

Well, that is a real million dollar idea there, Jim.

You should be proud of yourself.

Thank you. It's Joel, but thank...

Maggie! You're good, right?

Actually, no. I was going to ask...

Maggie, can you show the correspondents

for vicious fun out, please?

- Vicious fanatics. - Vicious fun.

- Fanatics... - Jack: Sounds better.

Vicious fun sounds better.

- Okay. - See you, jed.

[Siren wails in distance]

[Tape rewinding ]

[Beep]

Sarah: Hey, it's me.

Just letting you know I'll be home late.

I have a date. I just met the guy.

Crazy, right? Anyway, didn't want you to worry again.

Thanks, roomie. Bye!

[Beep]

[Sighs]

Fade in.

The city, night.

Rain falls like drops of poison.

Nice.

Windshield wipers slash like deadly knives.

[ Chuckles] Nice.

On the corner,

like a crouching tiger,

a taxi awaits.

Nice!

[ Tires screech, engine revs ]

[ Rock music plays faintly]

That's a sweet ride.

Damn it.

God damn it.

[Sighs]

[Mumbling]

[Sighs]

What are you...

Oh, damn it, Sarah.

[Grunts]

[Mumbling]

"Eight ways to look better.

[ Chuckles] Okay.

Oh!

- Oh, Joel, hi. - Sarah.

Oh, you having somebody over?

Um, well, yeah, I was just thinking about it...

Thinking about it!

[ Lock clicks]

A couple of girls asked me to hang out.

[Shower running]

Had some options.

Ashley.

Catherine.

Judith.

Carl... a.

Oh, and hey, do you mind if I have the TV tonight?

Cindy's coming over to watch "falcon crest."

Sarah, "falcon crest"?

God, Joel, do you like anything?

Like at all?

[ Scoffs] Lot of things, but "falcon crest"?

I was thinking we could rent a beta machine,

- a couple of movies, taco night? - Sarah: Yeah.

Actually, I was kind of hoping for more of a girls' night.

I'll have a girls night with Carl... a.

- Great. - You've never met her.

[ Rock music plays faintly]

[ Man laughs]

[ Music intensifies]

[ Brakes squeak]

[ Door opens]

- Hey, Joel. - Hey.

Wait, wait, no, no, wait! Taxi, taxi, wait, wait, wait.

[ Dramatic music plays]

Follow that car.

[ Drab majesty's "too soon to tell" ]

J“ I see your future now j“

j“ stretching on through the years j“

j“ devotion j“

j“ is not a word I fear j“

j“ what falls between j“

j“ your hand and mine j“

j“ forsaking, for breaking j“

j“ a sculpture that we made in time j“

j“ don't you wonder... j“

operation the Phoenix...

The nest...

[Sighs ] Working title.

Action.

[Sighs ] Come on, Joel.

Come on, Joel. Come on, Joel.

[Clears throat]

Busy night, huh?

What's that, chief?

I said, sorry, it's loud. Busy night in here.

Yeah, wouldn't know. I'm not from around here.

- Me neither, actually. - What can I get you?

Oh, just whatever he's having.

- Have I met you before? - [ Sighs] No, no,

never seen you before in my entire life, ever.

Thought I might have, uh, showed you a house sometime.

Name's Bob. Bob nice.

Bob, it's nice to meet you.

I'm... Dave.

So, what brings you out to these neck

of these woods there, David?

Just taking a break...

- From all the ladies I get. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, we've all had our troubles with them at time or another,

trying to find them,

- trying to get rid of them. - Yeah. [Chuckles]

Why don't you say this round's on me.

Sure. Very nice of you.

Mm-hmm.

So I suppose you're here waiting for your wife.

[Sound distorts]

- [ Sound resumes] - You're wearing...

Oh! [Chuckles] Yeah, this.

I wear it because I find it helps me sell and close.

Oh!

So, there's no my wife in the picture at all.

[ Laughs] Fuck no.

But I did just happen to go

on a rather "eventful date,"

quote unquote.

-What does that mean?

Go ahead. Give me the details.

Well, you see, Dave, well, a date implies dinner,

some hand-holding, nice wine,

staring into each other's eyes.

So that didn't happen with this one?

So it's not that serious, huh?

More like a few Tequila gold shots,

followed by her mastering her gag reflex, huh?

Oh! [Chuckles] You rascal.

Two whiskeys!

Oh! Aah!

[Sighs ] That was nice, 'cept for all the chatting.

She was definitely a talker.

Oh, yeah, big, uh, talker?

About anything specific?

Well, you name it...

Her job, her aerobics class,

her roommate.

Her roommate. She talk about her roommate?

Bob: Yeah, that was a low point.

Might want to slow down there, Dave.

[ Exhales sharply] No.

[ Strained ] It does burn, though.

I was showing her a bungalow.

You see, she was looking to get out on her own.

I mean, who can blame her after living

with such a loser roommate for so long?

- She called him a loser? - No! No, I did.

You see, Dave, this boy,

- he's not like you and me. - Really?

He's alone every night watching any piece of shit

he can get his grubby little hands on.

Guy would probably need a chloroform rag and a panel Van

just to get any action, am I right?

He's probably slept with at least one girl.

You know, Bob, you ever think that,

I don't know, maybe this girl's

bringing up this guy on a date with you

because maybe she likes him

as more than a friend?

[Laughs]

Whoo!

[ Both laugh ]

That's funny stuff, David. That is funny!

[Sighs]

Just don't know why she didn't tell me.

What's that?

I don't know why she didn't tell him.

Oh, well,

she "feels bad" for him, whatever that means.

But you know what I say, David.

You cut and run.

Yeah, cut and run.

You make a good point, Bob.

You know what? F-Fuck that guy.

What don't you say we get blitzed?

- Let's get blitzed, huh! - Why don't you, uh,

hold the fort for me there, bosko?

I'll just be back in a few minutes, huh?

Sure.

Few minutes, 10 minutes, a year.

Who has time for Joel?

Hey, barkeep.

Maybe pour me some more of this red hot molten lava.

Hey. Hey, what the fuck?

I added his drinks to your tab.

What?

He said it's on you.

Asshole.

Hey, leave the bottle.

Wait, how much is the... How much... forget it.

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Bottle clinks]

Woman: Yeah.

Gotta go. Bye.

[Pay phone clinks]

[ Slurring ] Buy you a drink, hot stuff?

That was mine.

When I get back then.

That was so hot.

[Coins clink]

[ Beeping ]

[ Ringing ]

[Sighs]

Sarah: Hello?

I'm the last devoted man on earth!

Sarah: Jesus, Joel.

You sound like you've had a gallon of gasoline.

[ Laughs] No.

Wrong!

I had red hot molten lava.

Do you need me to come and get you?

I don't need you, Sarah.

I'm just...

- [ Electricity crackles ] - Sarah: Joel? Joel!

Joel?

[ Groans]

[ Sighs] I just gotta lay here, man,

till everything stops spinning.

[Sinister music plays]

[ Man blows]

[ Indistinct conversation in distance]

[Sighs]

What the fuck?

Man: You think there's no way you can change your lives.

You're wrong.

I'm here to tell you that there's hope.

I'm happier now than I have ever been.

More successful.

I have faced everything that you're afraid of,

and I've come out the other side.

I can help you live your life with confidence.

Or you'll never know.

Sorry to interrupt your meeting.

Man: You must be Phil.

Take a seat.

- Man #2: You're late. - Joel: Uh...

Man: Come on. Come on.

Point is, you're here now. Have a seat.

We're all here for the same reason, right?

Have a seat. This is a safe place.

Sir, guys, listen...

You are Phil, right?

Who the fuck else would he be?

I'm... I'm Phil.

Man #2: Well, sit, then.

Sitting.

My name is Zachary.

- I'm hideo. - Mike.

- Carrie. - Fritz.

Phil, thanks so much for coming out.

You've got the floor.

- Hmm? - Uh, uh, uh, what?

Oh, no, you know what?

I liked what you were saying

when I came around the corner there.

That was some good stuff,

if you just want to finish that up.

No, no, no. I'm finished.

- All done. - I talked.

- So did I. - Yep.

You've got the floor now, Phil.

[ Chuckles] Okay.

Well, you know, i-I'm here

for the same reasons as everyone else

is in the circle...

You know, to get help.

Yeah, for my... addiction?

It's getting rough.

Yeah, oh, it's bad.

[ Chuckles] It's bad.

Even this last day/night,

phew, I hit rock bottom.

To be honest, I'm starting to...

Starting to realize I'm not

what I think...

Other people think I am.

Well, that was fucking vague.

Zachary: Michael!

You seem agitated.

What's... what's... what's swirling around your head?

Sometimes I just feel like I lose touch

with my essence animal.

You know,

my essence animal.

I'm the shark, remember?

Oh, yeah, shark, that's cool. I like that.

Mike: I just want to hunt, to live by pure instinct.

Is it my fault society rejects that?

No, Mike, no.

Fuck you! That was rhetorical.

I am troubled by our empty seat.

Well, our friend is always reliable.

He's reliable and never late.

He said he'd be here. He'll be here.

Alright? Let's... Let's don't get off track.

Remember Utah?

Jesus, here we go again.

Hideo, we don't say the word Utah

unless we've got ourselves a Utah.

This ain't a Utah.

There's no chance of being a Utah 'cause I'm here.

So can we just move on?

Yeah, let's move on. No, forget Utah.

Let's keep the crosstalk to a minimum. Alright?

Mike was saying something really...

Interesting about what you're hunting for in life,

if you want to finish that thought up?

Yeah. Just want to be in the moment.

Could be out in a little cabin,

summer camp upstate.

- Oh. - Sorority house.

That's weird.

Then things get fuzzy for me.

All I remember is screaming.

Then the silence, you know?

Can you please describe your disposal methods?

How do you conceal your actions

- from people? - Fucking robot.

I don't know, man. I don't do my dishes half the time.

You think I'm gonna clean up a blood-drenched campsite?

What do you do with the bodies?

I have a 17 point plan

that involves several stages of operations...

Oh, wake me up when you're done.

I once concealed myself in a drop ceiling

for 16 consecutive hours,

lying in wait for my Mark,

while I slowed my heartbeat to almost nothing.

Have you ever even bitten into a kidney?

A warm, fresh kidney is unlike...

I don't want to hear it.

If I may continue uninterrupted.

Oh, of course. Thank you, Fritz.

I found that by using the skills

from my pretend life as an accountant,

I'm able to calculate the number of kills

that I can perform within a given time frame,

thus increasing my efficiency.

No, just give me a mask, a machete,

and a bunch of half naked co-eds,

and I'm ready to go!

You implied that eating flesh

is a shameful act.

On the contrary, it is the only meat

that has any sense of nobility.

[Gags]

A voice calls me to do so.

- What is... - It speaks only to me.

I have found that eating flesh

is all that soothes it.

Mike: Nope, axe of the head.

Done.

Hot damn.

Where were you two in the early '70s?

I could... I could have used you.

Do you know what's a pain in the ass?

Training death squads for the government.

You gotta take men and break them

until they lose all sense of humanity.

No weekends off.

But goddamn, if I had you two?

Oh, my.

Top of the agency in a couple of years.

But I'm not.

Didn't make it there.

They said I didn't follow protocol.

Got messy. It got really messy.

I like it messy sometimes.

Too much, what'd they say,

"collateral damage."

Oh, well.

Better luck next time.

I found what I think is a unique solution

to the problem of concealment and disposal.

I murder the same victim repeatedly over several months,

therefore garnering multiple kills per unit.

Bullshit.

I put my victims on life support,

revive them, and kill them repeatedly.

The final kill is always exceptionally...

[ Chuckles ]

It's drawn out.

It's my reward

for exercising prudence.

Oh, my god.

- Wow. - See?

Smart. Smart.

He listens, stays within the limits.

Carrie, how about you?

How do you maintain your lifestyle

and still keep your urges under control?

I've killed seven people this year.

I've never been caught, and I'm fucking stoked about it.

- Quite a woman. - Next.

- Phil. - Hmm?

[Tense music plays]

Why are you here?

It's complicated.

- Complicated? - Mm-hmm.

Complicated? Fuck you, complicated.

A month ago, I killed an entire Cambodian village.

I poured ricin into the village well.

I camped out in some trees for a couple of days

and listened to the screams of the dying.

Couple weeks go by, what am I doing?

Hanging out,

just watching episodes of "three's company"

in my underwear,

waiting for the next mission.

Now, what part of that story

do you think was the hardest for me to admit?

Ahh!

Philip.

Tell us.

[Sighs]

I'm a tax... taxi driver.

Go on.

[ Inhales shakily]

I... I'm like a crocodile.

A steel crocodile

on wheels...

Prowling through the dark asphalt rivers

of the city.

Yeah, much like a crocodile,

I separate the weak from the herd,

only for me, it's single girls,

you know, young girls that have been...

Broken up with, cheated on, stood up,

just pining for the men they can't have.

And I-I pick them up.

They come to me,

and I just release them from the pain.

That's beautiful, man.

[Sighs deeply] Thank you.

You ever come close to getting caught?

Mm, think about it, guys.

How would I, you know?

Taxi drivers, they drive you home.

They know exactly where you live,

but they have zero connection to you, [laughs] Right?

Who... have any of you even remembered

the taxi driver that you've driven with?

[ Chuckles] No!

They're the perfect killers.

They are?

I, me... I'm perfect.

One of a kind, unique.

So you hide in plain sight.

I don't need a drop ceiling,

a 17-point plan, a sorority house.

You just give me a car, a rainy night...

And I'm invisible.

I'm invisible.

Brilliantly... banal.

- Yeah. - Alright.

What do we say we take a break, reconvene in 10 minutes?

10 minutes, fine with me.

We wait.

Not everyone has spoken.

Hideo, well, I believe

he has forfeited his turn.

Okay, fine, you want to sit there,

you sit there, get your heart rate down

to zero or 10 or whatever you want to do.

It's moving up, I can tell.

What are you clocking right now?

100?

110?

[Grunts]

You keeping busy, Mike?

I mean, with work.

Mike: What, are you conducting a poll?

Do not get caught up in society's web of...

[ Bangs on door]

[Tense music plays]

Phil, unlock the door and see who that is.

Unlock the door, see who it is.

[ Chuckles] Yeah.

|'|| just...

Unlock the door.

[ Lock clicks]

[ Door creaks ]

[Ambient electronic music plays]

Holy shit!

Long time no see.

Looks like I underestimated you, huh?

Love this guy.

Hey, everyone. I know I'm late.

I thought I had a little more time to kill there, huh?

[ Both chuckle]

So just getting started?

We just took a break. Glad you could make it.

Good to see you, too, Zachary, Michael, hideo,

science teacher guy, Joan Jett.

They have names. This is Fritz and Carrie.

Carrie's from the south Dakota circle.

He knows who I am. He's just being his usual hilarious self.

And Phil here is new.

- You're Phil? - Yeah.

Thought you said your name was Dave.

It's 'cause I didn't know if I could trust you.

I was just in disguise as Dave when we met earlier,

your regular, old...

Drunk bar patron.

- It's my go-to. - So y'all talked?

Phil was telling us all about himself.

Wow. It's like I get to meet you

all over again for the first time.

[Chuckles] So, hmm. What's your angle?

Are you a Skinner,

a slicer-dicer, or corpse humper?

[Chuckles] What gets the old creative juices flowing?

Taxi cab driver.

Taxis.

No, no, no, you're going to have to give me

a little more to go on there.

I am a cab driver.

Mm-hmm.

I pick up girls...

- Mm-hmm. - And, um...

- Right, right. - You know? You get it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no, actually, I don't.

You know, taxi drivers.

They know where you live.

They have zero connection to you.

They're basically the perfect killers.

But you are calling into dispatch

with the address you're going to, right?

Yeah.

What happens when the girl who you dropped off,

you know, she turns up dead or missing?

I mean... Trail leads right to you.

Isn't that kind of dumb?

But I do most of my killings off duty.

- Oh, oh, oh. - Yes.

Wait, no, no, no. I'm still confused.

How do you get the cab, then?

They let you drive it around when you're off work?

Yeah. No.

If you're off duty, why would you call into dispatch?

I have my methods.

It's a good point, Zachary.

The reason for that...

How many, uh, girls you killed this year,

"Phil"?

So many I can't even keep track.

Bob: You have not told me one true thing

since the moment I met you, huh?

Your name is Phil, is it?

- [ Inhales deeply] - Son of a fucking bitch.

I thought you had our little group sessions

on lockdown there, Zachary?

I did.

Hey, hey, hey. You don't have to get up.

Looks like we have ourselves an interloper.

No, no, no.

[ Chuckles] Bob! Mike!

Listen, there's a perfectly good explanation, you guys.

[Tense music plays]

[Grunts]

No, please.

No, no, no, no, guys. Please, please don't kill me.

Please don't fucking kill me, please.

-Who the fuck are you?

No one. I'm no one, I swear.

- I swear. - Get his wallet.

How the fuck did you get in here?

I was... I came in... I got drunk at the bar,

and I went to go to the bathroom and I just...

I passed out in a closet for a few hours, okay?

I saw him in here earlier, drunk off his ass.

- His story checks out. - See, see?

Well, Joel polsky...

Zach, guys, if you let me go,

I won't tell anyone, I swear.

W-Who would even believe me?

- Right? - Shut the fu...

Shut the fuck up.

I'm saying we let this fucking idiot go,

give him a five minute head start,

then I decide which one of you

has the pleasure of hunting him down.

- First of all, I don't like it. - Agreed.

Secondly, I'm obviously the guy to hunt him down.

Mike, I'm in charge here. Why don't you put a lid on it?

Who made you the leader?

Me, when I volunteered to have this meeting.

Plus I have hundreds more kills

than the rest of you fucking amateurs.

Fuck you. Oh, what?

Like it's so hard to rack up a body count

with government funding.

You're not a big picture guy, are you, Mike?

I think we've established that.

Why don't you go to the bar and pour yourself

a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up.

We've been compromised.

What, do you want to kill him here?

What about the evidence? You're gonna burn the place down?

This isn't some campsite, Mike,

where you've just killed a bunch of sorority girls,

and you going to jerk off all over their fucking corpses.

Hey, gang. Why don't we put this to a vote?

We are still one member short.

Six minus one equals five, and that's without Phil.

Jesus, what a bunch of fucking weirdos.

What did you say?

Zachary: Oh, my god! I'm so much better than this.

We are better than this.

Listen, it's going to all work out, I promise.

Trust me.

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Groaning]

[ Panting ]

[ Dramatic music plays]

- Where you going? - Aaaah!

What the fuck?

Were you taping us the whole time?

Guys, guys, there's a perfectly good explanation...

[Tense music plays]

[ Panting ]

Hey, hey, hey! No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, please don't kill me!

What the fuck?

Who are you?

I'm the one who's gonna kill every one of those sick fucks.

Bob: Boys...

I'd say shit has gone south.

Jesus chr...

Fuck

[ door closes ]

Carrie?

Carrie!

Carrie, darling!

- Th. - Bob: Baby!

What do you want, Robert?

It's very quiet in there.

So what? He's dead.

Look_

The guys, they got a little carried away.

They feel terrible about it.

You could just see their faces.

I'm sure they're so sorry.

Bob: Carrie.

We're tired. It's late.

I think all any of us want

is just to see him

and his little tape recorder,

and we could just pick up and go our separate ways.

First person through that door gets an ax in the head.

Carrie?

[Stool thuds]

[Sighs deeply]

Things seem to have gotten a little carried away.

You've turned this into some sort of weird

hostage negotiation.

Why?

And how is it that

that little twerp and his tape recorder

ended up in Phil's seat

in our circle tonight?

Why don't you find Phil and ask him?

[Sighs]

Why does that sound like a dare?

What the fuck are you doing here?

- Who are you? - Nobody, I told you.

I'm no... well, I mean, I'm not nobody.

I'm the deputy assistant editor for the review section

- of a horror magazine called... - Okay. So, you're nobody.

Got it. Why are you here?

- 'Cause I followed Bob. - Why?

Because he's dating my roommate.

So you followed him to the middle of nowhere

- on a Friday night? - When you say it like that,

you make me sound like some kind of weirdo.

[ Clatter]

Quarter.

Quarter!

[Coin clinks]

[ Suspenseful music plays]

[ Jukebox whirring ]

[Techno music plays loudly]

[Music continues]

Yeah, no, I can't... I can't hear him over the music.

Duh.

[ Indistinct singing ]

Time out.

Who are these guys, huh?

What is this, some kind of support group

for serial killers?

[Music continues]

Can you give me something to work with?!

I'm freaking out over here, Carrie.

Oh, my god. Fine, yes.

Okay, sort of.

It's more like a business retreat.

I can't even tell if you're being sarcastic.

If I wanted to hit you, I would've hit you.

Comforting.

I'm totally gonna fucking die here.

Joel, look at me.

Those four men in the next room...

Those men are collectively responsible

for 12% of all the unsolved murders in North America.

Hideo, a high-class chef specializing in two things...

Upscale fusion cuisine

and raw human flesh.

Part-time cannibal, full-time psycho monk nut job.

Mike, a rage monster

with mommy issues,

fixates on college-aged victims.

Loves killing them mid-coitus.

He's sloppy, though, and it's not uncommon

for at least one woman to escape from one of these rampages.

Fritz, emotionless,

barely human,

more like a lizard in a skin suit,

takes notes when he's interacting with people

so he can learn about human behavior.

He never does.

Also, he dresses up like a clown.

[ Cackles ]

Why?

He just likes clowns.

Of course he does.

And finally, Bob nice.

Maybe the most dangerous of the bunch.

He's a sociopathic, homicidal pickup artist

who kills his target somewhere

between the first and third date.

IQ of 180.

The only one of them who knows how to blend

into polite society.

He's been a fake lawyer,

fake dentist, fake real estate agent.

Changes identities like you change shoes.

Guy's a chameleon.

He stuck me with his bar tab.

Sounds about right.

So what about Zachary?

He's dead.

Okay.

And you... How do you know all of this?

Trust me, you do not want to know.

I kind of want to know.

What's this? Is that a list?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on! Carrie, I could be dead any minute,

and you're not gonna tell me anything about this list...

Fine. I work for an organization.

- Okay? - An organization?

- That could mean anything. - It's top secret.

- Like the government? - No.

- Kind of like the government? - I've already said too much.

It's a government organization.

You said Bob is dating your roommate?

Oh, my god, Sarah. I have to save Sarah.

- We have to get out of here. - Joel, listen to me.

I know things look bad, but when I'm done here,

Bob's not going hurt anybody ever again.

[Music plays loudly]

[Sighs]

[ Cackles ]

Carrie: I didn't spend the last 16 months

infiltrating that fucked up circle of trust

just to have it all go up in flames.

[Hydraulics hiss]

[ Ice clangs]

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why? I'm parched.

I'm so hungover right now.

[Gags]

[ Ice clangs]

Oh, my god.

Who is that?

Carrie: Phil.

Oh, that's Phil.

[ Breathing heavily]

What is going on? What is your plan here?

Well, first, I'm gonna have to kill you.

[Sinister music plays]

[ Lock clicks]

[ Grunts softly]

[ Squelching ]

[ Spits]

[Sighs]

Huh?

Son of a bitch!

Fritz: [ Screams]

[ Panting ]

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

Joel: [Grunts]

Now Carrie!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Hey... hey...

Oh, my fucking... Cocks and tits!

[Tense music plays]

[Gagging]

[ Screams ]

[Grunting]

[ Bone snaps]

[ Panting ]

[ Breathing shakily]

[ Breathing heavily]

- [ Chuckles ] - Bob: Joel!

[Banging on door]

You in there, buddy?

I bet you right now you wish you were home

at 54 laughing Brooks terrace,

huh?

My license. He has my license.

Fucking loser roommate.

[ Door opens]

What a day.

What a day.

Oh, that doesn't look too good, Fritz.

I think once I've killed you,

I'm going to ask Sarah

on another date.

And you know what, Joel?

This time,

she's gonna go all...

[ Inhales deeply]

The way.

[ Laughs] Double entendre!

- [ Fire alarm rings] - Huh?

[Sighs]

God damn it.

You wanna play it that way, huh?

[Ringing continues]

[ Beeping ]

Hello?! Yes, 9-1-1?

Oh, my god! It's horrible!

Aah, please send somebody.

I-I'm at 337 Cooper road.

Yeah, I just pulled the fire alarm.

Oh, god. Oh, I think she's armed.

She's got a leather jacket,

boots, a lesbian haircut.

Oh, and I think she has an accomplice.

Oh, my god, please. Send someone quick.

It's... it's horrible. Oh! The blood.

Oh, the blood!

Alright. We got about three minutes

till have to answer a fuck ton of questions.

Let's go! Chop-chop.

Yeah, but what about Zachary?

He's in there half fucking dissolved.

Ah, fuck it.

- It's their problem now. - [ Sirens in distance]

That... was... fucked.

You're not making this easy, Joel.

Now we got to deal with three psychopaths and the cops.

Well, at least cops are easier to deal with

than serial killers,

relatively speaking.

[Somber music plays]

Hey, can I just see that?

Hey, I mean, if we're being honest,

you got three down and... Three and a half

with the weird clown guy's hand and the host of all, come on.

That's pretty good for one night.

I guess I'm just... Kind of a perfectionist.

I mean, sure, but...

Some things you got to let it go.

That's what my dad always says.

What, like you and Sarah?

You're gonna let that go?

What? Let what go?

M-Me and Sarah have a perfectly good...

You know, there's nothing to let go between Sarah and I.

We're very... we're good.

We have a healthy, you know,

relationship, friendship thing.

So what were you doing with this?

Work. My work. I use it for work.

I, uh...

I'm... I'm a writer, so I dictate my... okay!

Maybe I was using it to record my conversation with Bob,

but that's because I thought he was married.

So I was protecting Sarah. So it's not weird.

You make it sound like it's weird. It's not weird.

Okay, let's say none of this happened tonight.

Bob's just your average piece of shit.

You play the tape back for her. Then what?

She suddenly wants to date you

because you obviously haven't demonstrated

any creepy behavior whatsoever?

I'm just saying, you might want to reexamine things.

And by reexamine things, I mean you.

You might want to reexamine you.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I got it. - Mm-hmm.

- Officer: Let's do this, boys! - Officer #2: Through that door.

Officer #3: Lock and load!

Officer #4: Keep your eyes open.

Officer #5: Busting in, come on.

Hey! We're in here.

We're in here!

- [ Door crashes ] - Officer: Get down! Freeze!

- Officer #2: Get your hands up. - Officer: Drop the axe, playboy!

Officer #3: God, I spilled my coffee.

- Officer: Book 'em. - Officer #2: Don't look at me.

Well, well, well.

Look who's being sent to the principal's office.

Looks like hideo came up short. Now that's disappointing.

And there he is, alive and talking.

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

You mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

Gentlemen...

We are about to have a lot of fun tonight.

[ Engine starts]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone rings]

Joel: Nice. Can we get to it?

I need you to stop.

- Okay. Go ahead. Yeah. - Go ahead?

Joel: Okay, so listen. This is gonna sound ridiculous.

Hold on. Shut the fuck up for a second.

Man: Okay, sweetheart.

Name?

Jane.

- Last name? - Doe.

Can I just please get my phone call?

We can come right back to this,

if I could have my phone call, please.

No, I just want to reiterate.

I'm sorry. This is what you said to me.

A group of serial killers attending a 12-step meeting

tried to kill me and my accomplice

before disappearing,

leaving us with three dead bodies.

Two dead bodies.

The third one, hideo,

- we killed out of self-defense. - Okay.

So you confessed to killing a hideo?

- Not me personally. - Just hold that thought.

It was self-defense.

I need you to hold that thought quietly.

So you're magazine writer?

Horror journalist.

- What did I say? - M-Magazine writer.

Yeah, I'm gonna keep it as a magazine writer.

She's an assassin whose mission it is to kill serial killers.

Correct, [whispering] For a secret organization.

Okay, great, great. Let me just write...

Just one word, right? Bullshit.

Carrie: I can't imagine you'll take this seriously,

but we and, potentially,

you people are in a lot of danger right now.

And why would that be?

There are three men out there who want him dead.

And frankly, they're not real big fans of mine either.

-[ Sighs] Look...

[Clears throat]...Looney bin,

even if what you're saying is true,

you happen to be in custody in a police station, hmm?

What do you think's gonna happen?

There are three of you.

Two of you are armed with typewriters,

and your buddy over there has his nose buried

in a garbage magazine.

I'm just saying we're not exactly on lockdown here.

Yeah, well, everybody else is

picking through the mess you and your sidekick there

left at the Chinese restaurant, huh?

Listen, why don't you

make things easier on yourself

and, uh, sing

like your sweet little friend over there, huh?

Yeah, he's definitely got his own style.

Yeah, and he ended up being one of the serial killers, Bob.

Right, right, Bob.

Bob, who also sells premium real estate,

which is actually sort of believable.

Great! See? We're getting somewhere.

Now can I go make that phone call?

Um, no! Stop asking.

- I thought it was the law. - It is.

But guess what? You're in my town now,

and you're so full of shit, your eyes are brown.

Just relax there, pippi longstocking.

You're gonna be there for a while.

[Tense music plays]

[Whistles]

[ Chop sticks clatter]

Jesse? Jesse!

Hey.

I'm not done with you, even by a long shot.

Don't touch any of my stuff, okay?

Or I will put one of these right in your suckhole

like a coiled snake, okay?

Smack in the face.

[Telephone rings in distance]

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Whispering ] The fire alarm was not a good idea.

Alright, boys, look.

I think we have on our hands here

is a clear cut case of Bonnie and idiot.

Now, Bonnie told me that people are coming here

to try and kill him and maybe us.

What? Us? Why?

Just relax.

These two are nutty, alright?

We're just gonna let them stew in a cage

until the boys are done with the crime scene tomorrow.

Okie doke. Sounds good.

And hey. Let's keep an eye on her.

She scares the sweet shit out of me.

[ Chuckles] Yeah. Agreed. Completely terrifying.

I feel like, at any minute, she could leap from that chair

and strangle any one of us.

Right.

Anyway, the horror journalist wants his phone call.

The who, what?

A horror film journalist.

Like a reviewer of the horror movie genre.

You know? Horror films!

Films that are outside the mainstream genres,

like dramas, comedies, action, musicals.

Sometimes the horror genre can blend with other genres.

Then you get subgenres.

Now, these are where you can sometimes find

some really interesting films that are shocking, surprising,

if I do say so myself, downright delightful.

Tony, I need you to get out more.

Maybe try a contact sport.

Yeah?

Yeah, I can do that.

Great.

Contact sports, Tony.

Yes, sir.

Don't touch me.

[ Ringing ]

[Softly] Come on. Come on. Come on, pick up, Sarah.

- Sarah: Hello? - Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!

Listen to me, okay?! Listen very carefully.

Jesus, joeh what the hell happened to you?

You sounded like you were drunk.

Yeah, I was, okay? And I'm sorry.

Well, you should be. I was worried about you.

- Where are you? - Yeah, I'm safe now, okay?

I'm in jail. I'm safe.

What do you mean, you're in jail?

It's a long story, okay? Don't worry about it.

I had to pretend to be a serial killer

so the serial killers wouldn't kill me

- then they killed each other! - What?

- Just listen! - What the hell?!

Okay, you know what? Where are you?

I'm at the appleton county jail.

Sarah: Okay. I'm coming to get you.

No, no, no! Sarah! Do not come and get me.

Listen, this is why I'm calling.

Listen very carefully.

You cannot leave the house, okay?

No matter who comes to the door, don't let them in.

If someone calls you, like Bob,

don't answer, okay?!

He's a dangerous man.

Jesus, joeh

my love life is none of your business.

Wait, how do you even know his name?

Because he's a murderer, okay?

He will fucking kill you.

Do you understand me, Sarah?

Alright, then. I'm leaving.

- No, no. - [ Dial tone]

Sarah?

[ Chuckles] Hey...

Have I told you how nice of a mustache you had?

If I could grow one, I would grow one just like yours.

I'm just gonna make a real quick...

Ooh, no. [ Chuckles ]

Can't do that. It's called one phone call,

- because you get one phone call. - It'll be so quick.

Just one phone call.

Thank you.

Pop him in cage one, Matt?

Yeah. Then come back for her.

Okie doke.

- Come on, bud. - Please, please.

If you could just... Please, just let me...

Just one! I swear, it'll be fast!

Tony: Come on, buddy.

Joel: Alright.

Did you talk, you fucking fuck?

Son of a bitch!

Hey, settle, easy.

[ Both laugh ]

Yeah, baby!

Yeah!

I almost shot you!

[ Dramatic music plays]

[ Key clangs]

[ Cell door closes]

[ Lock clicks]

Hands.

[Chuckles] Ooh, golly.

She really nailed you.

Hey?

You okay?

Needed a distraction.

A distraction, yeah.

I knew that. I'm fine.

I mean, maybe in the future, if you just want to warn me

about your plans prior so I can be ready.

Maybe we could... fake it.

I don't know. It just kind of hurts.

You know, I tried to warn Sarah about Bob,

but she didn't even believe me.

Yeah, she just thinks you're being a jealous weirdo.

Which you kind of are, I guess.

Here's a tip.

You ready?

You can't force a person to feel something

or trick them into loving you.

You're not entitled to that.

Okay. So now you feel stupid.

It's a good first step.

You just got to up your game a bit,

get your head out of your ass.

If you can face down a fucking knife-wielding cannibal,

you can do anything.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did face him down...

Kind of.

Threw intestines out him.

That means... that's something

I almost got out of that circle, too.

I mean, I had you fooled.

[Thunder crashes]

[Sinister music plays]

Who's Mr. Midnite?

When I was a kid, he killed somebody close to me.

Turned my life into a living hell.

Cops never found him.

By now, he's probably dead

or somebody I already killed,

or I don't know.

Maybe he's still out there.

The name was just something I made up.

I thought it sounded deep.

So, was that, like, how you became...

Who you are?

That and the organization.

Right, the organization.

What was the name of that organization again?

You told me earlier.

[ Door opens]

[ Dramatic music plays]

[ Door closes ]

Ooh, hey there.

How can I help you?

Special agent...

Jack felder.

Looking for a couple murder suspects.

[ Suspenseful music plays]

Figured weirdos like this would be on some kind of list.

Yep, that's why I'm here.

They've been on the bureau's list

for quite some time.

Joel: Hey, that's him! That's him!

Arrest him! Shoot him! Kill him! That's him!

The real estate guy we talked about!

The guy that's dating my roommate.

- That's him! - Oh, drop the act.

You have a lot to answer for, buddy.

But when I'm done here...

I'm gonna go see your roommate,

and she's gonna give me everything I need

to wrap...

Things...

- Up. - Oh, come on.

I feel like you can hear

what he's saying to me right now.

- Can you... - I can hear what he's saying

to you, and everything is perfect.

You're absolutely right, special agent felder.

Joel: Come on. That's a fake mustache.

You don't insult a man's mustache!

You don't insult a man's mustache!

I am gonna murder your face!

You don't insult a man's mustache!

Give me my gun. Give me... just one.

Bob: You see what I mean?

He's psychotic, delusional,

a sexual deviant.

- No. - A real sociopath.

You two are lucky he didn't kamikaze you

out in the hallway.

I can't believe a guy with such a charming smile

would be able to kill all those people like that.

Well, it's this one I'm really worried about.

She's unpredictable, unstable.

To tell you the god's honest truth,

I'm not 100% sure who she really is

or why these two are working together,

but what I do know is...

That she's extremely dangerous.

But they're safely under lock and key, right, boys?

[ Inhales deeply]

Is there a place where we can go

and talk the details, you know,

away from these two maniacs?

- Cap's office. - Yeah.

Meet you there.

No, don't leave.

Don't... don't leave. Don't trust him.

I will... I'm that close.

You got your time.

[ Dramatic music plays]

I am rock hard right now.

Mm-hmm.

[Clicks tongue]

See you later.

Hey, keep picking the lock so we can get out of here.

Alright, Jack. Here's the evidence you asked for.

Did you listen to that?

No! No, no, no.

He did not want to give it to us.

So, yeah, I'm excited to listen to it.

Got to be something juicy on here.

Well, let's give a little listen, shall we?

[ Recorder clicks, tape rewinding ]

Joel: The city, night.

Rain falls like drops of poison.

Nice.

Windshield wipers slash like deadly knives.

Nice.

That's fucking terrible.

What was he trying to establish?

Jesus Christ.

Awful.

Here you are, detective.

So, what else do we have in here, huh?

Oh, just knives,

and it's a pretty grim box.

I've got to tell you...

Like a murderous pawnshop.

Yeah.

Little black book.

Took that off Jane Doe.

[ Dramatic music plays]

Gentlemen...

Things are much worse than I expected.

[Thunder crashes]

[ Screeching ]

[ Man chuckles]

[Sinister music plays]

Hello?

[Thunder crashes]

[Clicks tongue] Okay.

[Sighs]

[Sinister music plays]

[ Cackles ]

[ Cackling continues ]

[ Gasps]

[ Muffled groaning ]

[ Muffled groaning continues]

[ Chuckles ]

Sorry, Mr. Policeman.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Cackles ]

[ Laughter]

- [ Electricity crackles ] - Hollands: Aw, jeez.

Alright, okay.

Goddamn it, Tony!

Let's see if Tony needs a hand.

He probably blew a circuit with that goddamn popcorn maker

in the evidence locker again.

- Yeah. - Hollands: Jesus Christ.

[ Bottle corks ]

Yeah, you know what? I'm taking this.

Don't want you fellas finishing this before I get back here.

Well, you put your fears to bed there, Jesse,

'cause the only way you are not finishing

that bottle with us tonight

is if you drop dead.

[ Laughter]

Hope not.

I'm the only thing my stepdaughter, Sharon,

has in the world.

I'MMA check on Tony.

[ Dramatic music plays]

I'm making a move.

Oh, shit.

[ Lock clicks]

Nice!

[Whispering] I mean, nice.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Come on.

Doyle: Tony?

Tony?

Tony, goddamn it.

Tony!

This is fuckin' bullshit.

Tony!

You are unbelievable.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

Tony?

[ Scoffs ]

Shit.

Ah, shit.

Fucking Tony.

There we go.

What the fuck?

[ Exhales sharply]

[Sinister music plays]

No! No, no, no, no.

[Gags]

Bob: Is that regulation rain jacket?

[Glass thuds]

Try it on.

Yeah?

I'm sure the cap won't mind.

Alright.

Ooh.

- [ Chuckles ] - It's nice, right?

Feels good.

Feels real good.

[Clears throat]

And it's waterproof?

- Like a duck's ass. - [ Chuckles ]

- Perfect fit. - Bob: Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

[Groaning]

[ Gasping ]

[Sighs]

Hmm.

That's right.

Like a duck's ass.

[Sighs]

Ahh!

[ Screams ]

Jesus Christ!

Do not sneak up on people like that.

Did I scare you?

This is serious.

Where is Mike?

We need to wrap things up.

[ Screams ]

You two need to cool it!

Let's go.

Well, for fuck's sakes.

Bob...

They're not here.

Yes, keen observation, Michael.

Hold this.

Thank you.

I did find out some very interesting news

about our good friend Carrie.

What?

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Sighs]

[Clicks tongue]

[Laughs]

Carrie: Blood.

[Gags]

[ Panting ]

[ Lock clicks]

- Carrie: Come on. - Joel: We're free.

Shh!

Let's go! What? Did you forget something?

What, did I headbutt you too hard?

- Get out of here. - Are you coming with me?

No, I got a job to do. Beat it.

No, you said you'd help me save Sarah. I can't do that!

Look, none of this would be happening if it weren't for you.

If you stay here, you'll just screw things up.

- But I thought... - Jesus, take a fucking hint.

L_dodt_

Need you.

[ Dramatic music plays]

[ Eerie music plays]

[ Cackles ]

[Tense music plays]

[Crash in distance]

[ Gasps]

Mike: Stupid mannequin.

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

[ Screams ]

[ Panting ]

She's fine.

She doesn't need you. She said it herself.

Damn it, Carrie.

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Tense music plays]

Sarah: Hello?

[ Exhales deeply]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[Tense music plays]

[ Cackles ]

[ Lock clicks]

[ Door creaks ]

Hello?

Hello?

[ Door creaks ]

Hello?

What the fuck?

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Screams ]

Nose! Knee! Head!

Sarah!

Aah! Oh. Holy sh...

Oh, those classes are really working.

Joel, what this place? What is happening here?

I can explain everything.

There's... oh.

Sarah: Oh!

Oh, my god.

Joel: Yeah!

[Groaning]

- She kind of does that. - What?!

- I'm guessing you're Sarah. - Yes.

You mind just waiting outside for a minute?

- Yeah, sure. Yeah. - That's good.

- Yeah. - O Kay?

Sarah: Okay, okay.

Sure.

- You came back. - [ Door opens]

Well, I mean, I was in the area.

Can you just hold that thought?

You were saying?

Carrie, Carrie, Carrie, watch out!

- [ Gasps ] - Joel: Carrie.

Fuch

son of a...

[Tense music plays]

Hey, douchebag.

Here's your one phone call.

Come on.

Let's go. You can do it.

[ Groans]

Sarah, start the car!

Joel?

- Joel, what is going on? - Joel: No, don't get out!

Start it! We're safe now, okay?

Start the fucking car!

- Oh, my god! Is that real? - What do you think?!

- Get in the car! - Sarah: Oh, my god. Okay.

Okay.

Oh, my god. Is she dying?

Just got to get her to the hospital.

- Okay. Okay. - Aah, fuck!

Oh, my god. Is that Bob?

Just go!

[ Dramatic music plays]

We need a doctor!

I want... I want the drugs. Give me all the drugs.

Anything you got, just put it in me.

Okay, here we go. Oh, Jesus Christ.

What happened here?

I fell down some stairs.

- Okay. Sure. - Joel: Yeah.

Okay, ooh, ooh! Is this gonna hurt as much as that did?

Wait. Aaah!

- Maybe we can j... - Shh, shh.

Aaah!

God! Fuck!

[ Screams ] Fuck you!

Fuck you! I'm sorry. I shouldn't be swearing at you.

You're just doing your job. I hate you!

I don't hate you. Aah!

Actually, it's not so bad.

Oh, fuck!

[Screaming in distance]

[ Monitor beeping]

[ Indistinct announcement on pa]

[Ventilator hisses]

[Somber music plays]

Okay. Uh...

So just tell me why we can't call the police again.

Just because. Trust me, Sarah.

- Joel, that just sounds insane. - I know.

But it's true.

And I mean, Carrie,

she's the only reason I'm even alive.

So, is she your girlfriend?

[ Chuckles] What?

No... Carrie?

She's just like...

This badass friend.

Stop.

She's a friend, just like you, okay?

Yeah, well, you're definitely a good friend.

I mean, you did save me from dating a serial killer, so...

So, your friend is gonna be okay.

Those are a very serious injuries.

She lost a lot of blood, and she's pretty weak,

but she's tough, yeah.

Must be the eyeliner. [ Chuckles ]

Anyway, we contacted the precinct about your attack,

but the phone lines seem to be down.

So, anyway, try not to worry about her, okay?

She's going to be okay. She is in good hands.

[ Laughs] Oh, that's...

Alright. Okay.

Sarah: Oh, my god.

Joel: [Sighs]

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Sinister music plays]

[Sinister music continues]

[Sinister music continues]

Joel: Hey!

[Tense music plays]

Oh, no you don't!

I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you.

[Tense music plays]

Jesus.

[Gags]

[ Groans]

[ Panting ]

[ Groans]

[ Groans]

[ Groans]

[ Screams ]

[ Groans]

[ Groans]

Hey, I didn't...

I didn't even gag.

Oh, hey, hey. Are you okay?

Carrie: Yeah.

I was mulling things over doing post op, and...

I've come to the conclusion that I could use an intern.

We got to get out of here. Come on. Help me up.

Right, yeah.

Okay.

[ Sirens wail, telephones ring ]

[ Indistinct announcement on pa]

[ Dramatic music plays]

[Jazz music plays]

Wha...

Son of a bitch.

I knew it was a good idea.

Hello?

Ah! Great.

I'll get a double chili dog, thank you.

Oh, pack of jubjubs, some licorice whips,

a large coke, and oh,

I got one of these popcorn... If you can just put a bunch

of the liquid buttery stuff all over the popcorn,

- both in the middle and the top. - Yeah, sorry

we're actually closed for the season.

What are you doing here?

Just restocking the shelves.

[ Chuckles ]

On the off season?

Got to keep busy.

Okay. Gotcha. I'm just gonna use the can quick,

- and I'll be out of your hair. - It's out of order.

Oh, nonsense. It's just a number one.

- I'll be super quick. - Hey, did you hear me?

I said it was out of order.

[ Screams ]

[ Door opens]

[ Body thuds 1

[ screams in distance]

Grab some snacks. I'll help her out.

Copy that.

[Grunts]

Ahh! Whoo!

Let's roll.

You forget something?

No, cotton candy, pretzels, jubjubs, popcorn.

What more can you want?

Right. Yep.

Getting it! Getting it!

Sorry about that.

Time's ticking.

[ Grunts, gags]

Oh!

Nice.

- No way. - [ Horn honks]

Oh!

Got it.

Ahh.

Sorry.

- You didn't puke. - No, I didn't.

- You gag? - Yeah.

Igagged.

[ Engine starts]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Dramatic music plays]

Woman: [ Screams ]

Your meter's broken...

Bitch.

[Drill whirs 1

[ Upbeat electronic music plays]

[ Electronic music continues]

[ Electronic music continues]

[ Telephone beeps ]

Yeah, um...

Maggie, can you send in some writers?

I got an idea.

Cab drivers.

Yeah.

I'm gonna call it "taxi cab driller."

Yeah, I know. Oh, yeah.

It's fucking genius, isn't it?

I'm back! I'm back, baby!

I'm back!

[Laughs]

What a dick.

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