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[ Knocking ]

[ Officer ]Police! Open up!

Police, ma'am! Hello?

Open up! Come on!Come on. Open up.

[ Officer #1 ]Hello?

[ Knocking ]Miss Olsen,are you there?

[ Officer #2 ]We will have to makea forced entry...

if you refuseor are unable to open up!

[ Knocking ][ Officer #1 ]Nancy Olsen!

Open up! Come on!

[ Woman ]...the door down the hall.

Oh, my God!

How awful!

Look!

[ Women Screaming ]He went out there!Get him!

[ Woman Narrating ] On June 3, 1985...

at approximately 5:58 a.m.,

Richard Beacon, a seven-year-old Long Island boy,

shot and killed his father in a heated family argument.

Felicia Beacon, the boy's mother, astonishingly claims...

she then saw her son take off in flight from the patio balcony.

What really happened the night of June 3?

Who was Richie Beacon, and where is he now?

[ Both Speaking, Distorted ]

[ Speaking Continues, Distorted ]

[ Man Narrating ] In '44,

I was sent to Fontenal Prison on several counts of theft.

[ Man ]Name?

[ Man #2 ]Broom.

First?John.

Age?

Thirty-one.

Date of birth?

October 29, 1913.

Orphan?Yes.

Where?

First--

Prison was not new to me. I'd lived in them all my life.

...various foster homes.

In submitting to prison life, embracing it,

I could reject the world that had rejected me.

...the sexual behavior,which includes--

[ Man ]Hold him!males--

Is that correct?What?

I will bashyour fucking skull in!

The stateobliges us to, uh,

inquire as to whether or notyou engaged in the...

practice of--

that you practiced, uh--

Yeah.

Whatever.

That word there,is it written as two words?

We're gathered here today...

in the shadow cast bythe penal preserve of Baton...

by the trustyand loyal inmates,

Harold van Rovenand John Broom,

who hereby pledgeto one another...

in the eyesof their comradesand fellows in misery...

their loyalty and faithto one another'sbody and soul.

The ringupon each man's finger...

will proveto them and thosein their company...

that each isbetrothed to the otherfor life and to love...

till death do come.

Place the ringson each finger.

Pledge to truthand faith...

above and beyond God,the oppressor.

[ Man Narrating ] Ever since he was a child,

Thomas Graves had been hungry for knowledge.

Hungry to discover all the secrets of the universe.

Science--

man's sacred quest for truth--

was his first and only love.

Years of hard work and research...

led him to the mysteries of the sex drive...

and its potential for the betterment of mankind.

At the age of 32,

Dr. Thomas Graves was called upon...

to present his theories to experts in his field.

And thus,as I have demonstrated,

I have determinedthat once extracted...

the applicationof the hormonal equivalent...

of the sexual instinctto practical neurology...

will not only provokea dramatic reassessmentof geriatric research...

but will end paralysisas we know it today.

Thank you.

Why, this is ridiculous!

I ask you,are we to takethis charade seriously?

I demand that this manbe reexamined...

by the panel on groundsof medical incompetence!

I agree.

That's it.

It's putrefactedcondensation sustained,

allowingmolecular coagulationby producing--

[ Chuckles ]biomagnetic gas.

I did it. I did it.

Dr. Graves?Yes. I'm Dr. Graves.

And I've just capturedthe sex drive.

That's marvelous.

It means the molecularcoagulation theoryholds true.

Molecular coag--

How do you know that?Who are you?

- I'm Dr. Olsen.- Who?

Dr. Olsen. Nancy Olsen?

From Boston?

Dr. Strick recommended meto you regarding--

You're--

I-- I didn't expecta woman.

I didn't expect you to.

I've been following your workfor years, Doctor.

Ever since Evaluations of Molecular Sustention of Hormonal Conductivity...

appearedin the science journal at MIT.

Your discoveryof the white cellular clottingpredominance in neurasthenia...

completely alteredmy understanding of...

conditional bioflavonoidneuropathology.

I wrote my doctoral thesison your molecularcoagulation theory,

and I'm nowa hormonal specialist.

I've come here with the hopesof assisting you.

Well, how do you do?

Very well, Doctor.Thank you.

And now I reallyshould leave youto record your success.

But, please,feel free to call on meanytime that you need.

And congratulations, Doctor.

You're making medical history.

[ Graves's Voice ] ...molecular coagulation--

[ Nancy's Voice ] ...conditional bioflavonoid neuropathology.

...Evaluationsof Molecular Sustentionof Hormonal Conductivity...

appeared in the science journal at MIT.

[ Graves's Voice ] Putrefacted condensation sustained--

[ Nancy's Voice ] You're making medical history.

[ Gasps ]

[ Clock Ticking ]

[ Woman Narrating ] The quiet residential community of Glenville...

was stunned to learn of the strange death of Fred Beacon.

[ Woman ]It gave everybody the creeps.

All the neighborswere afraid to comeout their door.

It was absolutely...

the mostdreadful thing Ihave experienced...

in my entire lifetime.It was awful.

Oh, it was terrible.

You know,I heard every shot.

You never knowwho your friends are.I heard every single shot.

You think you know people,but you reallydon't know them...

and you livenext door to them.

You don't, till somethinglike this happens.

[ Woman Narrating ] Richie Beacon's disappearance provoked...

one of the toughest missing person investigations in Long Island history.

Whole thing lastedat least a year.

His face is stillon milk cartons.

[ Man ]What was found?

Nothing.

[ Woman Narrating ] Felicia Beacon became the center of Glenville controversy...

following her extraordinary account of her son's disappearance.

I guess I just didn't--

I definitelydidn't know what he was.

I mean, I punished him.

His father hit him,just like any kid.

But I definitelydidn't realize--

[ Man ]Realize what?

That he wasa gift from God.

[ Broom Narrating ] By the time I was 16 years old,

I was notorious as a kid with a terrific knack for theft.

Foster homes would no longer take me,

and I was sent to the Boys' Reformatory of Baton.

There, in the counterfeit world of men among men--

Down![ All ]Three!

I found my true family. Four!

Halt!

Step to the left! At Baton, I was astounded by the discovery--

Step to the right! that each male had a male of his own.

Step to the right! And that the world of force and manly beauty...

loved in that way within itself...

from link to link.

[ Leader ] Down! [ Boys ] Five!

It was from then on, when they merged in shadow,

that each group offered me a puzzle.

The stiff, silent males possessed the violence of love.

And my life's study...

would be to find it.

Sixteen years had passed...

when the maximum security prison of Fontenal...

brought me face-to-face with my deliverance.

Jack Bolton. Age 28.

175 pounds.

Seventy-five inches.

Formerly a captive of Baton.

[ Man ]Oh, poor kid!

Somebody up there knows.Come on, pussy!

You know what?You make me want to puke!

You want to suck it, bitch?When was the last timeyou saw rock?

You want to suck it!You want to crawl for it!

Yes, you do!

Is it Jack Bolton?

[ Man ]You hear that? Pussy!

Canon!

Here?

Since today.

Coyle, Jack Bolton.

Hey, John.A friend of mine, man.

- [ Man ] You make me want to puke!- Jack Bolton, Johnny Broom.

Baton?Yeah. Yeah.

I knew it.

You swallow itby the mouthful,don't you, Birdy?

Jism by the jug,right?

You want it real bad,don't you, punk?

Don't you, slug?Don't you, pretty boy?

Hey, you! Shine!

Annoying Mr. Rass?

Not me, chief.

That's a good boy.

That's a smartlittle fag.

Think fast, faggot!

You want it real bad,don't you?Don't you?

You want meto shoot it up your hole.Is that it, huh?

Huh?

Go on. Marry him.You know you love him.

What?Me marry him?

[ Man ]How's the wife shaking?Keeping you out of trouble?

[ Woman ]You gotta be kiddin'.

[ Man ]Lookin' like a dream.A bad dream.

[ Man Laughing ]

What do you say,angel-puss?

Mmm.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Screams ]

[ Woman ]Richie was a complicated boy.

On the one hand,very intelligent,

but at the same time,

uh, withdrawn.

What's really strange,though, was, uh,

the amount of animosityhe would induce...

in the other children--out of nowhere.

Like this one kid,Brad. Yeah.

He startedhitting him--Yeah.

'Cause he didn't believethat he was really a princeand his dad was a king.

The weird thingwas that Richiedidn't fight back.

He just sat there until--He just sat thereuntil the teacher came.

And he wasall bloody.

He was a perfect child.

A perfect baby.

Very independent.

Very smart.

Never fussed.

He always kept himself busywith stories and coloring.

He was always doingthese private things.

Private games.

[ Man ]All right, keep it moving.There's no rec for today.

All inmates proceeddirectly to shop.

All inmates proceeddirectly to shop.No rec today.

Move it along.

A trip to the brig, Gecko?Is that what you want?Move it along!

Would you fuckin' pigsshut up?

Thanks a lot, man.Forget it.

Guy from Baton.

It's loyalty.

Man, to a shithole.Maybe.

Better than this one.

No way, man.

The guys are--They're straightwith you here, you know?

You know what's what.

Don't be too sure.

Hey, uh,you got any rolls?

Thanks a lot, man.

Look, forget it, okay?

Baton.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

[ Broom Narrating ] Bolton's reemergence in my life...

contradicted any memory I had of him as a child.

At Baton, he was sullen and small.

Even I picked on him.

Stay out of my way,Bolton.

You hear me?

** [ Men Singing, Indistinct ]

Something about my memory of Bolton disturbed me.

But I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

All night long I built an imaginary life...

of which he was the center.

And I always gave that life--

which was begun over and over and transformed a dozen times--

a violent end.

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

Hello.

[ Nancy ] Hello. Dr. Graves?

This is Dr. Olsen.Nancy Olsen?

I've beentrying to reach youfor quite some time now.

Are you--

Is everything all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good. I'm relievedto hear that.

I didn't knowwhat happened.

I thoughtmaybe you had decidedagainst the internship,

that perhaps I hadinterrupted youat such a critical moment that--

It's just that afteryour terrific success,

I wanted to be the firstto congratulate you.

Hello?

Hello. Dr. Graves?

Hello!

Hello?

[ Knocking ]

[ Nancy ]Dr. Graves?

Dr. Graves, this is Dr. Olsen.

Dr. Graves,I know you're in there.

Dr. Graves.

What happenedto your face?

Do I... look lascivious?

Like the pitiful,decrepit result...

of somehideous indulgence?

Huh?

Well,

take a good look,Miss Dr. Olsen.

Because that's exactly...

what I am.

- Dr. Graves--- Please, call me Tom.

Tom.

What happened?

I...accidentally ingested--

The serum?Yes.

Oh, God! All of it?

What are you going to do?

There's nothingI can do.

You know as well as Ithe hormonal systemis self-perpetuating.

The biomagnetic fieldis irreversible.

I'm a monster.

No, you're not.

Then look at me.

Now...

kiss me.

Sorry. That wasuncalled for.

No.

I havethe greatest respectfor you, Doctor.

And of all the peoplethis could happen to...

why it had to be you,I just don't know.

The fact is...

it doesn't disgust mein the slightest.

On the contrary.

It breaks my heart.

Don't.

He was a meek soul.

People pick on meek souls.

It's somethingin human nature--

something very sadabout human nature.

We have to pick on thosethat are weaker than us.

And that's exactly what startedhappening at Park Street.

[ Woman Narrating ] During the two and half years...

that Richie attended Park Street Elementary School,

he allegedly made 47 visits to the nurse's office.

His mother was called as many as 25 times,

and Richie met with the principal at least 10.

Twelve classmates were suspended, and three expelled.

He was a little kid,

and I remember havingto pull him out of a fewfights in the cafeteria...

and even in the playground.

For a little kid,he was noticeable.

Well, some peoplefelt sorry for him,

but most of themwanted to hit him and stuff.

It was weird,

'cause he's just a personthat you want to seeget creamed.

Once I was right in the middleof giving him an injection...

and he called me "fatso."

You know, I mean, I could havehurt him or something. I--

I just--I--I think he was evil.

If it wasn't a bloody nose,it was a sprained ankle.

If it wasn't-- I don't know--

skinned knees, it was somebodyput something in his milk.

Um--

Once, unfortunately,I discovered himand a slightly older boy,

Gregory Lazar,in the equipment room.

And, uh,

Gregory had the poor kidover his knee...

and was apparently, uh,really giving it to him.

Everything the principal saidabout it was completely a lie.

I didn't attackRichie Beacon at all.

He just...

kept bugging me,kept bothering me every second.

He-- He-- He made me.

I got this when I was a kid.

This guard was always justcalling me "pretty boy," right?

"Pretty boy."

Until I caught him.

This is a tough one though.Look at this.

I mean, that looks tough, right?

Yeah.

You're a kid, you getsomething like that, you thinkyou're gonna die, you know?

This one--

I was crashing in church.

You know, you shouldnever crash in churches.

It's just bad luck.

I told Nick.

This one over here--

You can't really see it.

But it's--

it's right there.

It's the pink, see?

Uh-huh.

I got it in-- in LaSalle.

Nah, in Leden, I think.

Anyway--

There's nothing wrongwith being outin the world, Tom.

I don't know why you'reso nervous about it.

People come downwith all sortsof conditions.

This is justone of them.

Hello.

[ Nancy Gasps ]

Just ignore them.

* Reach up to me

** [ Humming ]

Don't!

Why?

I can't.

Well,I can't do this.

Not now.

But, Tom--

I'm in love with you.

Look at me, Nancy.

Think aboutwhat you're sayingand look at me!

Tom!

Tom! Tom!

Well, Richiewas extremely gifted.

Imaginative.

Always tellingthese elaborate stories.

He was a chronic liar...

and, uh, would often engagethe other classmates...

in these stories of his.

And they'd get very angry.

He liked controlling people...

and watching them boil over.

I was back one dayin the garden--

I think it was a Sunday.

And all of a sudden I sawsomething coming running...

from the Beacons'house over here.

And I thoughtit was a deer at first--a little deer.

But then, as it came towards me,

I saw it was a little boy,about five or six.

And he was naked.

And he came running closer,

and he was exhibiting himselfright in front of me.

As he got closer to me,he squatted down...

and--

and he made a B.M.right in front of me.

He turned ar--He got up.He turned around...

and he ran awayjust like a wild animal.

I didn't know what he'd do,so I just...

came into the houseand closed my door.

I just was so shocked.

Shh.

[ Singsongy ]Pus-sy.

Like a lookee!

Like a, like a lookee!

Oww!

[ Imitating Cat Meowing ]

Like a, like a lookee!

Like a, like a lookee!

Like a,like a lookee.

Like a,like a lookee.

Like a, like a lookee.

Pus-sy.

[ Bolton ]Every time I do a job...

I get stiff.

Every single time.

'Cause you weredoing them with, uh--What's his name?

Nick.

That goof of yours.

What?

I do my jobs solo, man.You can't do themwith somebody else.

That's notwhat I heard.

Well, what you hear?[ Man ]Hey! Hey, Diego!

Nothing.What?

Bitch!Got a present for you.

Nothing.

What?

Just that you and Nickwere partnersor something.

Who said that?Don't remember.

Who?

Look, I don't remember.

What do you thinkyou're looking at?

You fucking queer.

Fucking scum.

You think Nick gives a shitwhat people think?

You knowwhat Nick would do?

Man, he's bustedinto a joint.

He'd fucking pissall over it.

But first he'd do it up,you know. He'd--

He'd drink or eat...

and take a bath.

Screw.

I'm telling you,that guy--

One time, we were inthis bankers' joint, right?In Orleans.

- We?- What?

Listen, don't you fuckingstart with me, man.

I mean that.Hey.

I mean that.Don't you start with me.Bolton.

So what?So we did shit together.We got busted.

Big fucking deal!

And who the fuckare you anyway?

You know, you walk around--You try to act like a big shot.

Who are you kidding?

You are the biggestfucking fruit in this joint.

[ Man ]Hey!

[ Broom Narrating ] It was only a matter of time...

before Bolton would be accepted by the big shots.

Go ahead.

And nothing threatened our friendship more.

I could tell Rass, the group's kingpin,

had an eye for him from day one.

[ Grunts ]

I still could not take lightly...

the idea that people made love without me.

...all over his foreheadand coming down like a--

...all pussyon his cheek like a--

Hey. Hey, lady.

[ Woman ]My goodness.And in such a hurry.

La-di-dah.

Yeah.

Sugar.

Tom.

[ Woman ]Vodka, tonic.

Tom.

How'd you find me?

Never mind.

Tom, come home.

- We belong together.- How can you say that?

I know what I'm saying.

I don't belongwith anyone!

You're wrong.

The search is still on for the leper murderer of Priscilla Monroe...

and possibly four other unidentified leper victims.

Already, the venomous cancer has spread to hundreds...

of innocent men, women and children,

and counts of sexual violence are also on the rise.

Be on the lookout for a dark-haired man...

with intense eyes and a badly infected mouth.

You don't know anythingabout that, do you, Tom?

Tom?

Do you?

It's you, isn't it?

[ Man On TV ] Remain calm--

- You're the leper they've all been talking about.- Shh!

Why didn't you tell meyou were contagious?

When were you goingto tell me this?

I was--

I was scared that I wouldfrighten you away.

You're allI have left, Nancy.

What makes you so certainthat I'm safe with you?

Nancy.

I love you.

Tom.

I have to think.

Tom, I needsome time alone to think.

Nancy--I'm sorry.

I'll call you.

Please.

Nancy.

Nancy.

[ Object Clangs ]

[ Woman Narrating ] In mid-November of 1984,

Richie Beacon was treated at Cloyfield Medical Center...

for injuries to the thighs and lower back.

His parents claimedhe'd been hurtby the other kids at school,

but, well, frankly,I doubted it.

[ Man ]Why?

I felt they were beingpurposefully vague with me.

There were otherstrange circumstancessurrounding the case.

Um--

I foundan infectious discharge.

Uh, it wasgenitally secreted.

Um, sharp yellow color.

[ Man ]What didyou guys used to do?

Just stupid junk.

Like what?

He'd go, like,"You're the dad, and you're really mad,

and I'm,you know, the son.

I just did this thingor something."

It was justsome stupid game.

What kind of game?He just totallyforced me to do it.

I mean, it's like he gotinto trouble or something.

Well-- Well--

If I didn't do it,he'd just, like,sit there and laugh,

and I'd get so madI'd just finallydo what he said--

totally spank him--just to make him shut up.

It's very odd,

but...

Mrs. Beacon's accountof Richie's disappearance--

you know, him killinghis father and flying away--

came directlyfrom one of his stories.

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man Speaking, Indistinct ]

Nancy?

Stop it!Piece of trash!Hear me, you slut?

[ Nancy ]Let go of me!

[ Man ]Slut! Slut!

You're hurting me!You are a pig!

[ Man ]What did youjust call me, huh?

Nancy?What did you just call me,you little tramp?

Just go,you rotten filth.

Good for nothing!

What did youjust call me, huh?

[ Laughing Continues ]

Nancy.

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy!

Nancy.

Oh, God. No.

Tom.

Atmospheric toxins...

changedthe magnetic field.

That's whatcaused it to spread.

Don't blame yourself.

Nancy.

I love you, Nancy.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Now it begins.

[ Man ]Hello, ma'am.

Miss Olsen?

Better open it up in here.[ Knocking ]

Open up! Come on!Come on. Open up.

[ Chattering ]

So, um--

Hey.

Shit. I gotta go.

Go ahead.

You want a drag, pal?

You're a slut, you know that?Anyone ever tell you that? Huh?

And your little man,he can ride my fucking prick.

What the fuckare you talking about?

[ Man ]Hey, smile.Take your cap off.

Look, John,get lost, would you?

[ Man ]Got my handsin my pockets.

If they see us together,they're gonna startbullshitting about me.

Why?I don't know.Just get lost.

Why?

They thinkyou're a--

Look, I tried to tell 'emthat you're okay.

Come on.Let go, man!

You're my man.

[ Broom Narrating ] Bolton's friendship with Rass and the others...

filled me with jealousy but instigated a transformation.

I felt myself growing mean, icy, stiff,

gleaming like a sword blade.

Hey, you! Stop there!Come on. Let's go around.

Halt! I said halt!

- We'll get you!- Get outta here!

Get outta here!

[ Shouting ]

Well, I don't know what kindof shouting they heard,

but, yes, we were fighting.

Fred was under a lot of stress,and I was busy.

Richie kept getting hurt.

It was a bad period of timein general.

[ Man ]Did your argumentshave mostly to do with Richie?

No. Not at all.

Fred was angry at me.

He thoughtthat I wasn't spendingenough time with Richie,

and he had to knowwhere I was every second.

A neighbor claimedshe saw him ripping upyour flower beds one night.

He was just angry.

He'd fired our gardener,this Spanish kid, Jose,

and... he was justvery angry at me,

so he tore up my flowers.

I know that I was wrong.

But my childwas watching over me.

My child was an angelof judgment,

and I sinned against the Lord.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Clock Ticking ]

[ Ticking Continues ]

We are at 69 Gold Street,

the residenceof Dr. Thomas Graves,the notorious leper murderer...

who has been the causeof countless deathsin the Centerville area alone.

Local authorities havethe premises surrounded...

and police arepresently escorting all othertenants out of the building...

which is consideredhighly contaminated.

[ Man ] To think I've beenliving next door to himfor three years,

not so much as suspectingwhat he did.

[ Woman ]I knew somethingwas odd about him.

[ Man #2 ] I'll neverforget the first timeI laid eyes on him.

[ Man #3 ]Get your Dr. Graves maskright here.

Authentic maskof the leper murderer.

[ Chattering ]

I have no doubt that we'llbe able to seize this menaceto the community...

and stop the spread of thisdespicable contagion.

About a weekbefore the 3rd,

Richie had sprainedhis wrist at school.

He twisted it,and this teacher that livesnear here drove him home.

It was about 1:15 or something.

I had no idea that he would be coming home when he did.

So he walked in on me with this kid--

Jose, the gardener.

Hey, Broom, what's up?

What's wrong with you?

Huh?

[ Siren Blaring ]

[ Man ]All right,Dr. Thomas Graves,

this is Deputy Hansenof Centerville County.

I'm required by lawto tell you...

that you are under arrest.Get yourDr. Graves masks here!

- [ Tires Screeching ]- This time we have you completely surrounded,

and there isno chance of escape.

I repeat: The apartmentis surrounded,

and you are orderedto make yourself visible.

[ Dogs Barking ]

Dr. Thomas Graves,you are under arrest.

Come to the window.

The apartment is surrounded.

Why?Make yourself visible.

Why?

Dr. Thomas Graves,come to the windowand show yourself.

[ Felicia ] All I could remember thinking was, "Oh, God. It's Richie."

But when I saw his face, it reminded me of this time years before...

when Fred was spanking Richie...

and I was watching.

And I swear...

he looked at me withthe exact same expression.

It was like some... oath...

in some other language.

His face was so weird.

It made me feel ashamed.

[ Spits ]

Oh, my God.

Still, I did you.

You justdon't think.

It's the same. I shot.

And I'll do itwhenever I want.

Oh, God!

Don't worry.

- Come on.- Let's get that open.

Don't worry.

Open your mug.

Open your mug!

Shorty, play Jacobs.Yeah.

You're dead.We're gonna fuck you up.

Open it up,cocksucker.

I said openyour fuckin' mug.Open your fuckin' mug.

Yeah.

- Cocksucker.- All the way.

Open it up.

Lookee, lookee.

Chanchi. Chanchi.

You keepthat mouth open, bitch.

All right, Shorty.

Yeah!

Go get him. Go on.

Open.Wider.

Keep your fuckin'mug open.

Yeah!

[ Man Narrating ] Science tells us there is always a reason why...

a star forms or a body is ill.

And religion does the same.

This is the story of one man's quest into darkness.

True or false?

Both.

[ Man ]There he is.

I'll tell you something.

- [ Woman Screams ]- [ Laughing ]

- [ Screams ]- [ Man Shouting ]

Oh, my God!

Don't jump!

We'll talk. Wait.

Let's talk.

You think I'm scum.

You think I'm dirt,don't you?

Don't you?

Well--

I'll tell yousomething.

Every one of you down thereis exactly the same.

Only you'llnever know it.

You'll--You'll never know it...

'cause you'll never knowwhat pride is!

'Cause prideis the only thing...

that lets youstand up to misery.

And not this kindof misery...

but the kind of miserythe whole stinking worldis made of!

- [ Woman Screaming ]- [ Clamoring ]

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Nothing, Doctor.

He's gone.He's gone.

Doctor?

[ Flies Buzzing ]

I can hear the angels...

farting on the ceiling.

[ Door Clangs ][ Alarm Blaring ]

[ Man ]We'll head him offat the north wall!

Load up and go standat the north wall!

It's the North Tower.

Bolton!He just told us to shoot!

Fire on escapee.Fire!

[ Gunshots ]Bolton!

[ Broom Narrating ] Three days later,

Rass took Bolton with him on an attempted escape from Fontenal.

Rass made it as far as Orleans.

Bolton was shot by a prison guard.

[ Felicia Narrating ] After Fred heard about everything-- Leave me alone! Will you stop?

he bought this gun. I told you!

I told you!

And he came home one day and he just started going totally crazy with it.

You tell me who else knows.Richie.Richie, go away.

Just go in your room.No! Leave it.

Go on.Get outta here. Just go--

Don't hit him.You shut the fuck up!

You know, he's swinging it all over the place and he's showing it to Richie.

So when he fell asleep on the couch later,

I put the gun away in the drawer.

But sometime in the middle of the night,

he got up and he just started in again.

He was smacking me around and screaming his head off,

and, of course, it woke up Richie.

I wanna know! But Fred was like some crazy man.

He just kept coming at me and coming at me,

and he just throws the lamp at me, [ Screams ]

which knocked me down.

How many times did youfuck him in my bed?

Fuck him in my bed, huh? Huh?Listen! Listen!

Bring some fucking spicin my bed? Huh?

Tell me! Tell me.

How many people know?What do youwant from me?

I just wanna knowthe goddamn truth!

I just remember him coming at me around the throat...

and me trying to hold his arms down, but he was like steel,

and I just thought, "This is it."

And then, all of a sudden,

I hear this explosion.

It was like a bomb. [ Gunshot ]

And then another. [ Gunshot ]

And then Fred just collapses on top of me.

I look up, and Richie's standing there with the gun.

I think he looked at me...

and then sort of took off toward the window.

I was pulling Fred off of me...

when I saw him standing on the ledge.

And I screamed. I thought he was gonna jump.

And then, all of a sudden, he did.

He just jumped off the ledge and went up...

like a wind or something had come and taken him 'cause he was so light,

but it wasn't the wind.

He just took off.

It was so weird.

When I ran and watched him go up,

he just flew up.

And I called to him,

and he sort of tilted my way...

before he kind of rolled out of sight.

My little boy.