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[silence]

[whirring]

[cash register chimes]

[typewriter clacking]

[faint commentator chatter]

[Commentator] And here's the pitch. Swing and a miss, strike one!

There's a lot of tension in the stands tonight.

Pitcher's warming up,

and here comes the second pitch.

Oh, strike two!

Just caught the inside corner on that pitch.

Two strikes, two outs.

Bases loaded, it all comes down to this.

Wind up and the pitch, high and inside,

Haskins swings!

Strike three! I can't believe it!

Blue Birds lose! Blue Birds lose!

With a dramatic strikeout on a wild pitch,

leaving three ducks stranded on the pond.

You gotta wonder if Haskins should've let that ball hit him--

[tape rewinding]

[eerie ambiance]

[leather gloves squeak]

[crank squeaking]

[sawing]

[wood splintering]

[ominous music ♪]

[faint music plays ♪]

Ahh!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Yeah.

'Nother beer, please.

I don't think so, dude.

Do your job, bartender, and give me one more beer.

Get out.

Stupid bartender, you did this to me.

[cat meowing]

Kitty!

Meow!

[imitates meowing] Here, kitty!

[ominous music ♪]

Silly pussy, drank all my brandy.

[unzipping, urinating]

Fuck you!

[grunts]

[glass shatters]

[tense music builds ♪]

[screaming]

[screaming] No, no!

Help!

No!

No, please.

Help me!

Help!

[screaming]

No, no, no!

[crying]

Help! Help! Help!

[groaning]

[metallic creaking]

[chains rattling]

[splash]

[♪ "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" melody]

[rock music plays ♪]

[bar chatter]

Whiskey on the rocks.

- Bobby Spooner? - Alison McKenzie.

Holy shit!

Wow.

You look...

different.

Yeah, I guess we both kinda grew up.

Yeah.

I'm-I'm still the same old tomboy,

'cept for these. [chuckles]

Right, um...

Whiskey on the rocks.

So, Bobby...

What have you been up to?

Not too much.

- A little bit of traveling. - [gasps]

I wish I could travel.

[door opens]

Whoo!

- Sup, Shitty? - [laughs]

Don't feel bad, boys, you lost to the best.

- Alison fuckin' McKenzie. - Do you always have to be

such an asshole, Kyle?

- I don't have to be. - [scoffs]

Free beer for the man of your dreams?

Yeah... more like nightmare.

Who the fuck's this asshole?

Think Little League.

Hm...

[Danny] Oh, man, that was rough.

Should've had a pinch hitter on that one.

- Hey, Danny. - Huh?

Look at this idiot.

- Pfff. - Who does he look like?

Hm...

- Bobby Spooner! - Yeah.

McBoobsters! Holy shit!

- [laughing] McBoobster! - How you doin', man? Back in town!

- Bunt to that. - Bunt to that!

[rock music plays faintly ♪]

She looks different, huh?

She certainly doesn't look like one of the guys anymore.

No shit.

If she's a guy, then I'm gay.

Seriously.

Huh?

We used to bang.

[laughing]

♪ Take... me out to the ba...

Occupied.

♪ Ba... throom

♪ Unzip my penis and crack a vent ♪

♪ I don't care if this guy

♪ Catches a glimpse

♪ For it's three, two

♪ One and we're out

♪ I'll be back next beer ♪

Play ball!

All right, McBoobster, let's see what you got!

♪♪

Whoo!

[grunt]

Oh, shit!

My bad!

Hey, Bobby, I thought you were a righty?

Oh, you didn't hear, Danny?

- Bobby swings both ways. - [laughing]

Ugh!

[laughing] Suck on that, Tripper!

Got it!

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!

Yeehaw!

Hey, Danny, check it out.

Doesn't this look like Bobby?

- [Danny laughing] - Where'd you get that?

Don't ask questions, Bobby.

Take your shirt off.

- What the fuck? - Still got it.

- [laughing] - Back it up, boys!

Big hitter here, Danny boy! Big hitter!

I-I got it, I got it, I got it!

Ugh!

Danny, what the hell, man?

I got it!

Bring it home, boys!

[Alison shrieking, laughter]

Kyle!

[grunting]

Sorry.

Glad to see you guys practice safe... sex!

Nice work, Bobby. Don't forget to pull... out.

God, I miss this place.

The cheer of the crowds...

The feeling you get walking up to home plate.

You control the game.

Shit, sometimes, I forget what it even feels like.

Do you guys realize what this weekend is?

It's the 15-year anniversary.

Fuck...

15 years.

I can't believe it's been that long.

You know what we should do, you guys?

We should have a memorial.

For Sam, Jamie, and Coach Fredricks.

This weekend.

I'm in.

I'm in.

Come on, man.

Lets go to Coach's cabin.

- I'm in. - Yeah!

Blue birds.

[humming]

[slurping]

[belches]

[resumes humming]

Whoa!

[police sirens, indistinct radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

Fuck you, Billy!

Fuck you!

[camera shutters continue clicking]

[eerie ambiance]

[police sirens wailing]

[groaning]

[whispers] See her?

[groaning, whimpering]

[heavy breathing]

[Man] Big Papa's Pizza. Would you like to try our mushroom special?

♪♪

[rock music plays faintly ♪]

[Man] What?!

You ordered a pizza.

- Hey. - [belches]

- I didn't order no pizza. - Yeah, right, man.

- Get lost, man. - Total is $10.56.

Get lost.

You're trying to tell me you didn't order a pizza?

Fuck off!

Fuck, this is bullshit.

Hey, pizza face!

How 'bout I give ya half price?

Oh, man...

[industrial music plays ♪]

[music skipping]

[music shuts off]

[screaming, tires screech, car crashes]

Hey!

Thanks a lot, asshole!

[air hissing]

[ominous music ♪]

[grunts]

What the fuck, man?! Are you kidding me?

Batter's up, lug nut!

[grunting]

- [glass shatters] - Aw, man!

[screaming]

[gurgling blood]

[audience cheering, applause]

[fanfare]

[labored breathing]

[screaming, sizzling]

[sizzling]

Thanks, Judy.

I'm out here walking the very same field

where it all went down 15 years ago.

Police arrived to the scene shortly after 1:00 AM

to find Billy Haskins.

What would cause a 12-year-old-boy to commit such a cruel act?

We may never know.

[knocking on door]

Hey.

Hey.

Come in.

Good game last night. [chuckles]

[Reporter] ...possible murder homicide.

The local pizza delivery driver failed to return to work last light,

fellow employees became concerned.

[Officer] This guy tells us he didn't order a pizza.

We come over here, it looks like a pizza bomb went off here.

He takes off running down the road. We had to apprehend him.

[Reporter] Do the neighbors have anything to worry about?

Oh, I don't think so.

This is our primary suspect in this case,

so I think everything in the neighborhood is just fine, ya know?

[Reporter] Great--

♪♪

[laughter]

- [bottle shatters] - Whoo!

Hey, check it out, guys.

Mini golf!

And batting cages!

- Damn it! - [Man] Come here!

- You don't listen! - Ow!

I told you not to mess around back here.

- Goddammit! - Ahh!

Get over here!

Let me go!

What were you doing swinging for the fences?!

You should've let that ball hit you!

Sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself, Billy.

Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team.

- Drag your sorry ass over here! - Let me go!

Heeyah! Heeyah!

Heeyah! Heeyah! Heeyah! Heeyah!

- Kyle! - Huh?

Come on, man! Let's go!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!

[engine starts]

Oh, man, that place has everything!

Mini golf, batting cages, go-karts, everything.

[ominous music ♪]

[rock music plays ♪]

[static and music intermittent]

Whoo!

[belches]

This place is a shit hole.

Whoa! Ugh!

Knock, knock. [laughing]

Still got it.

[grunts]

- Cabin time! - Dibs on top bunk.

[whispers] Damn it.

I'm better on the bottom anyway. [laughter]

Fire, man! Let's make a fire, fire, fire!

I got beer!

Danny.

Kyle.

Me and... you.

Lot of good memories here.

Yep.

My first kiss.

You don't remember.

What are you thinking about?

Look at Billy in this photo.

He looks just like one of us.

Yeah.

[fire crackling]

[excited chatter]

[knocking on door]

[All] Trick or treat!

Oh! I don't have any candy.

I said, trick or treat, lady.

One minute.

[ominous music ♪]

Here you go.

- Sugar packets? - You suck.

[scoffs]

[door opens, closes]

[scoffs] You're late, Greg.

[shrieks]

Fuck! Greg!

That's not exactly what I meant when I said Batman.

Greg?

[screaming]

[sizzling]

Hey, Danny, check it out.

[laughing] Yeah.

- Dude, that's nice. - Yeah, very nice.

- I bet. - [laughing]

[whistles]

I remember coming here when we were kids.

Laying out every night under the sky.

The stars still look the same.

It's nice to know some things never change.

You think if one of the stars

from the Big Dipper just faded away,

you'd notice?

I used to think that

the most important ones...

would always be there.

They always shine the brightest right before they fall.

To the fallen stars!

Your shine may have faded,

but you will not be forgotten.

To Sam

and Jamie

and Coach Fredricks.

There isn't a year that goes by that I don't think about you guys.

But I know you're in a better place.

I didn't know you guys as well as the rest of the team did,

but I can tell ya,

the parts that I did know,

I really, uh...

I really liked.

To Sam

and Jamie,

you guys were like brothers to me.

That goes for all of you.

You guys are like family.

And now,

let's pay our respects to Coach's grave.

[DJ] Welcome back to Wisco Talk Radio

discussing the now infamous Two Rivers' massacre.

Later in the program, we'll be talking about the influence of violence

in American film and television.

Cop, cop, cop, cop!

Guys, there's a cop! Shit!

Aw, shit!

[police siren]

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

We're going to jail. We're going to jail.

Oh, God, we're going to jail.

Danny, you didn't do anything illegal.

- No one's going to jail. - [sheriff taps on window]

Is there a problem, Officer?

License and registration.

Um...

Alison, hand me that registration out of the glove box.

Looks like your license expired last year.

Imagine that.

You gotta use your brain there, Bobby.

You're a long way from home.

You guys been drinkin'?

Um, yeah, I had a beer.

[chuckling] One beer, he says!

The man's a saint.

All right, y'all be safe then.

What?

What, do you think I was born in sheep shit?

How 'bout you, gingerbread?

Did you think I was born in sheep shit?

Uh-uh.

That's what I thought.

Pucker up.

[sighs]

[blowing]

Come on, Bobby. You can blow harder then that.

- [blows harder] - Here we go.

Mm, yeah.

- Yeah. - [breathalyzer beeps]

[beeping]

Snake eyes!

Would you please exit the vehicle?

You're gonna have to spend the night in the bullpen.

It's in your best interest that we do not cross paths again tonight.

- You understand? - Yup.

Absolutely. Yes, Officer.

Hope you don't have any dead bodies back here.

Whoa, six pack!

And you can tell that bamboozer he ain't foolin' anybody!

[truck drives off, siren wailing]

That was really weird.

Oh, well.

We tried.

God, we were so close, too.

So, back to the cabin?

[laughing]

Fuck.

Suit yourselves.

That fucker got Bobby. [chuckling]

That sucks.

- Hey, Alcatraz, wait up. - Dude!

Are you guys gonna be all right out there?

I don't know.

All right.

- Crazy fucks. - [engine starts]

[ominous music ♪]

Well, I guess we're walkin' back.

Danny fuckin' pussed out.

I think it's this way, Kyle.

[typewriter dings]

Why don't you have a seat, boy. It's gonna be a long night.

Who wants a warm one?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Someone you know?

Most likely dead by now.

They almost always are.

[door closes]

Ugh... Hungry.

There's got to be a snack

or something in this fucking...

[sighs]

Great fuckin' trip, guys.

This is super fun. I'm having the time of my life here.

Great.

Awesome party weekend. Check it out,

piss warm Buntz. What you think, Danny?

Want piss warm Buntz?

Nah, I think I'm good.

You sure, man? They're nice and pissy.

Ah, nah, I think I'll hold off.

Maybe I'll just have some of yours.

[scoffs] All right, man, well...

[imitates can opening sound] Suit yourself.

"Accidents always happen to the other guy.

What happens when the other guy is you?"

Annita Mint.

[scoffs]

Yeah.

Probably now more then ever.

[twig snaps]

Alison?

[ominous music ♪]

Hey, Alison!

Wait up!

- Ahh! - [thud]

Kyle?

- Kyle? - [Kyle coughing]

Over here!

I fell in this huge fucking hole.

[continues coughing]

[gasps]

This is fucking crazy. He's back.

- That's impossible, Kyle. - He's flown the cuckoo's nest!

- He's out! - Stop it!

Stop blaming Billy for every fucked-up thing that happens to you!

If you're going to blame somebody...

blame me.

That's bullshit, Alison!

Is it?

You were there.

We all were.

It was an accident!

You really don't feel any guilt?

No.

You know what?

I don't.

That little fucker ruined my life.

He ruined all our lives.

[truck door slams]

[door closes]

[sniffing]

Shit.

[suspenseful music ♪]

[line ringing]

No one's here,

but all their stuff is.

I'm gonna handle it.

Someone's gonna die here.

[engine starts]

[ominous music ♪]

What...?

All right, here we go.

Nice and easy.

I don't want no trouble now.

[maniacal laughter]

Hello, sonny.

Let me outta here!

Let me outta here!

[maniacal laughter continues]

Let me outta this tank!

[whimpering]

You keep your mouth shut!

He said to keep our mouths shut!

[muffled talking]

Got a loose cannon here, Sheriff!

He's about to blow!

[groans]

Keep your mouth shut!

Goddamn schizo!

Best behave now, son!

Or I'll be back again.

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

- Dammit. - Hello?

- Hello? - [operator faintly speaking]

[sighs]

♪♪

Chocolates for breakfast?

Don't mind...

if I do.

Mm!

Mmm!

Yeah, I should probably have another one.

Mmm!

Oh, God!

Mm!

[chair creaking]

Danny!

Danny?

[humming]

Holy shit!

Someone ate all my chocolates.

Who gives a shit?

They were boomers.

- What the fuck's a boomer? - Mushrooms.

Oh... shit!

That's a lot of fucking mushrooms.

[vehicle revving]

Danny!

Wait!

- Fuck! - Go! Go get him!

[truck revs]

[honking]

[screaming]

Danny!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

[screaming]

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck?

Oh... Whoa...

[distorted voice] I'm on drugs.

Ohhh...

[echoing] I'm on drugs!

- [leaves rustling] - Who's there?

Just kidding.

But I'm watching you.

Danny!

Whoa! Shit!

[gunshot]

[vomiting]

[coughing]

[loud, crunching footsteps]

You screwed us, Billy!

[grunt]

Stop!

Ugh! Ah!

Ah! Let me go!

[wheezy exhale]

What the fuck?

Who are you?

We make the rules. Hoo-hoo.

- What rules? - You'll have to take that up

with the other guy.

But it ain't lookin' good, son.

It ain't lookin' good.

- But I didn't do anything. - Exactly.

You didn't do anything!

Danny!

[sobbing] I'm sorry!

It's too late. He's here!

[screaming]

[eerie ambiance]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[engine starts, screaming continues]

Ugh!

[coughing]

Okay, this isn't real.

This isn't real. You're on drugs, man.

It's okay. [laughing]

But just in case.

You're not real!

You're not real, man. You're not real.

You're not real.

[screaming]

You are fucking real. [grunts]

This guy's real, Danny!

This motherfucker's real, man!

[screaming]

Go, go, go! [screaming continues]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Fuck my life!

Fuck!

Seriously, fuck this!

[screaming]

[sizzling]

[ominous music ♪]

And feast your eyes on this freak of nature.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you

the worst swing in Two Rivers' baseball history.

Please, come on, let me out!

[booing]

Please, let me out of this tank!

[booing continues]

Let's put this creature out of its misery.

Please!

Kyle, you're up!

Vanessa.

Get me out!

Devon, think fast!

I don't think this is a good idea, Bobby.

- Don't be a wimp. - Bobby!

You're next!

Let me out of this tank, please!

Get me out!

Danny.

Let me out of here now! It's not funny anymore!

Alison! You're up!

- I don't want to! - Everyone throws! We're a team.

- [All chanting] Throw it. - Don't worry, Alison.

We're just gonna scare him.

[All chanting] Throw it! Throw it!

Billy...

[door creaks]

[ominous music ♪]

[water running]

[screaming]

Alison?

[whimpering] Oh, Bobby.

Ow, ow.

Careful.

What happened?

Fucking cops.

What?

[Kyle knocks on door] Alison?

Yeah?

- Are you all right in there? - Just a second!

Shit!

I've been looking for Danny everywhere!

I looked in all of the woods, and he's not in any of them.

- Just finishing my shower! - Listen, I--

Shower, what are you doing?

What...?

- What's all the rustling in there? - Just putting my shirt on!

Listen, I'm gonna go get Bobby.

You wait here in case Danny--

Are you sure you're all right?

Mm-hmm.

You...

You look dirty, and your hair's not wet.

[clears throat] Sometimes I don't wash my hair.

Hell, you're full of dirt. What kind of shower is that?

Why are you being so paranoid?

Why are you being paranoid?

I'm not, Kyle.

I'm not either. Get out of my way.

Kyle! Ah, Kyle!

- It's not what it looks like. - Oh, really?

Well, thank God,

'cause it looks like Bobby's dick.

Don't be mad.

Why would I be mad. You know what?

You two are perfect for each other!

Two dirty little peas in your dirty little pod!

I'm gonna go find Danny.

Use protection.

- [engine starts] - Kyle, wait up!

- Do you mind? - It's your truck.

[rock music plays ♪]

Look, man...

I didn't plan for that to happen.

I mean, we're both on the same team here, right?

Jesus! What the fuck, Kyle?!

What?

Y-You looked at me.

No, I did not fucking look at you!

I'm not gay!

I'm not. I'm not gay.

[scoffs]

You leaned in!

You did! You looked at me!

You looked at me, Bobby! You did! You looked at me!

You did!

You're gay, Bobby! You're gay!

[screaming, whimpering]

- I'm done with you, Bobby! - [truck door slams]

- Kyle-- - I'm not gay!

[ominous music ♪]

Danny!

Danny?!

Danny!

Danny!

Danny!

[eerie music ♪]

[whispering] Oh, God...

[panicked breathing]

[footsteps, leaves rustle]

[muffled screaming]

What the fuck?

What the fuck is this shit?

[gasps]

Danny?

[ominous music ♪]

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

[screaming]

Danny!

Danny!

[sobbing]

Danny!

[engine starts]

[sobbing]

Alison!

Alison!

Kyle!

Kyle!

[gasps]

I saw what you fucking did!

You fucking killed him! You fucking killed Danny!

You're a fucking sicko.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Ahh!

Ugh!

[muffled groaning]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[sputtering]

[laughing]

Fuck you, Billy!

Fuck you!

[laughing continues]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

[sizzling]

[sobbing]

[teammates overlapping chatter] Come on! Throw it!

[chanting] Throw it! Throw it! Throw it!

[cheering]

[muffled screaming]

Let him out!

Let him out! He'll drown!

I can't! It's stuck!

[cheering, taunting]

Hey! What are you kids doing over there?

[door breaks open]

[gunshot]

Ugh!

[whimpering]

[panting]

[shuddering breaths]

[coughing, spits]

I'm a cop.

I saw the whole thing...

[straining] He's still out there...

You better run.

[screaming]

[police siren in distance]

Oh, fuck!

Poor bastard.

I told you to leave this shit alone.

[deep inhale]

[panting]

[rustling]

[camera whirs]

[Commentator] It's a real nail-biter here today in north central Wisconsin,

as the Blue Birds try to clinch the division title.

Bottom of the ninth, and the bases are loaded!

It's the tying run in scoring position,

bringing Billy Haskins up to bat.

He's O for three here at bat today.

With all the weight now resting on his shoulders...

And here's the pitch...

Swing and a miss, strike one!

[gasps]

[screaming]

[ominous music ♪]

[crying]

Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

[musical sting ♪]

[Alison screaming]

[♪ "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" melody]

[loud breathing]

[Commentator] Blue Birds lose! Blue Birds lose!

On a dramatic strikeout on a wild pitch,

leaving three ducks stranded on the pond.

You gotta wonder if Haskins should've let that ball hit him.

[eerie ambiance]

[exhales]

[rustling]

[musical sting ♪]

[screaming]

Ugh!

[screaming]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting]

[crying]

[gasps]

[whimpering]

[whispering] Billy?

No...

[tires screeching]

[sobbing]

Help! Help! Help!

[groaning]

[grunting]

[taunting, cheering]

Come on, Billy! Don't mess this up!

[cheering]

- Strike one! - Come on, Billy, you got this!

Wait for your pitch!

Strike two!

Strike three! You're out!

Sorry, sonny. Game's over.

Come on. I'll help you up.

[spitting, coughing]

It's okay. It's okay.

You can't let those bullies push you around.

You gotta learn to defend yourself.

You should've let that ball hit you!

Sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself, Billy.

Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team.

[police sirens wailing]

[Commentator] ...with the tying run in scoring position...

Billy Haskins up to bat!

He's O for three here at bat today!

With all the weight now resting on his shoulders.

[gasping]

[screaming]

Get me out!

Let me out!

[straining]

[maniacal laughter]

Let me outta here!

[muffled straining]

[Nurse] Can you tell me your name?

Who am I speaking with today?

Billy Haskins.

And how are you feeling today, Billy?

I'm feeling much better today.

Thank you.

Do you know where you are, Billy?

The hospital.

And do you know why you're here?

I hurt some people when I was younger.

But...

now I'm better.

Have you forgiven yourself?

Yeah, I have.

Have you felt trapped or claustrophobic recently?

No, I can't say that I have.

[nail scratching]

Have you experienced any violent thoughts or impulses?

Nope.

No, those are gone.

What've you been working on?

Anything you wanna share or show me?

This one's nice.

Do you wanna tell me a little bit about it?

That's a pond by my house.

I like the water.

It's calming.

It's peaceful.

You've come a long way, Billy.

I'm proud of you.

[muffled screaming]

[coughing]

[maniacal laughter]

[echoing] You're up, Billy!

It all comes down to this!

[maniacal laughter continues]

[Umpire echoing] You control the game, Billy.

It's time to finish what you started.

[eerie music ♪]

Alison!

[grunting]

[panting]

Alison!

[groaning]

[fence rattles]

[suspenseful music ♪]

[footsteps slowly approaching]

[groaning]

[panting]

[straining]

[shuddering breaths]

You're trapped, Billy.

Game's over!

[chuckling]

I say when the game's over, Alison!

I tell you!

[whimpering]

Let me out!

- Let me out of this tank! - No, Billy!

You'll kill me!

No.

You killed me.

You tied me up, and you watched me die!

[crying] I tried to save you.

[crying] Alison!

Let me out!

I'm sorry, Billy.

I fucked up!

I fucked up!

I fucked up! I fucked up...

[muffled straining]

[chuckling]

Sometimes, you gotta sacrifice yourself, Billy!

[water bubbling]

[coughing]

[laughing maniacally]

Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team, Billy.

♪♪