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(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Jerry.

Hey, Mr. Kowalski.

Call me Dennis. It's okay.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Just wanted to say, we're very pleased.

You're doing a great job.

Thank you, Mr. Kowalski.

That's what I told that lady from the courts.

"A great job," I said.

- She's your lawyer? - She's a court-appointed psychiatrist, Dennis.

Thank you, for... Thank you for saying that.

No problem. So, Jerry, the thing is,

is Milton Fixtures, every year, has the company party.

- A barbecue. - Okay.

And we get one representative

from each department to help put it on,

usually the new guy.

And the new guy in shipping is you.

So you want me to help plan a party?

It's voluntary, off-the-clock.

There will be others, too.

Someone from sales, a guy from design,

that cute English chick in accounting, Fiona.

- You wanna do it? - Yes, I do.

Of course, I do. Thank you.

Cool. First meeting is tomorrow night at 5:00

in the sales conference room.

Yeah, I wanna get it on. I wanna get it on.

- The company buys pizza and beer. - Okay, I'm in.

- Thank you, Dennis. Thank you, Dennis. - It'll be fun. Okay, okay.

(LAUGHING)

(DOG PANTING)

Bosco.

Who's my guy? Who's my guy?

Who's my guy? Who's my guy?

Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?

You're a good boy. You're a good boy.

- (MIMICS EXPLOSION) - (BOSCO WHINING)

MAN: What you doing, Jerry?

Something for work.

MAN: Those assholes give you homework now?

Trying on a shirt for tomorrow.

They got something that they want me to do.

MAN: A shirt?

- Shouldn't that be a straitjacket? - Shut up.

MAN: You act like they're doing you a favor letting you work there,

like they should be able to fuck you in the ass without lube whenever they want.

Like some big privilege,

letting you work for free on their picnic.

How do you know about the picnic?

MAN: I know everything, Jerry.

- At 6:00... - I'm not talking to you.

MAN: They mock you the second you leave the room, Jerry.

You're an unstable crybaby.

I am not a crybaby.

MAN: You're crying right now, liar. Come on.

The only reason they don't fire your ass

is because you're so hopelessly pathetic, you amuse them.

Shut up!

Before we break up here, I wanna go over the assignments.

We're just gonna go around the table, okay? Can your comment wait?

I just wanna say that the picnic is gonna be a good place

to reach out and form relationships with other people.

Duly noted, Jerry.

We all wanna get out of here,

so, John, you'll be setting up the barbecue grills in the parking lot.

Dave's bringing drinks.

Sheryl's providing decorations,

and Fiona's doing the music. Any questions?

Oh, yeah. I've got an idea, while we were sitting here.

Um, you know the office corridor?

I thought it would be the perfect place for a conga line.

Mmm, like at a wedding?

Or a cruise ship.

It's really easy, anyone can conga.

I'll set my head on fire before I conga.

Men are afraid to dance.

The male ego is too fragile.

I'm not afraid. I'm a man.

I think it sounds real fun.

Thanks, Jerry.

Well, it's not the coolest thing in the world,

but we are talking about a party in a toilet factory after all.

Okay, it's settled, we'll go with a conga line.

Moving on. Jerry?

Uh, I'm setting up the PA system tomorrow,

so if everything works out, I'm good to go.

And I thank you all.

And my extension in shipping is 5-1865.

Running for office, Jerry?

- No. - SHERYL: Dave, go screw yourself.

Sheryl, Dave, come on. We're done here.

We'll see you all at the picnic.

Anyone who wants the leftover pizza, please take it.

(DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GAME SOUNDS ON PHONE)

Hey, do you want any of this pizza, John?

Cold pizza? No, thank you.

Oh. Free pizza. What's better than free pizza?

Lots of things.

Sushi, for example.

Ugh. That's like raw fish, right?

No.

It's perfectly cooked rice, seasoned by a master chef,

on top of which he places specially selected slices

of the highest quality, line-caught ocean fish.

Raw fish. Gross.

You should stick to fast food.

- Jerry? - Hey, Fiona.

Hey. Um, can your sound system play music from an iPod?

I think so, yeah.

Cool, it's a plan. See you.

How are you doing, Jerry?

Very well, thank you. Excellent. Yeah.

Do tell.

Well, uh, they like me at work.

You're a likeable man.

We're having, a what-do-you-call-it, a picnic.

And they asked me to help out on it.

I was afraid to say yes.

And then I said yes.

And?

Um, and now I'm setting up the sound system.

That's wonderful news. You're becoming part of something.

Any side effects with the meds?

I don't know.

Are you taking them?

I don't know.

You have to take them.

Okay.

Any thoughts of suicide?

No. None.

Do you ever hear voices?

Um, voices? No. I mean,

when someone is talking to me.

You hesitated a little bit there.

It just makes me think of my mother.

"Angels" was what she called her voices.

Yeah.

Angels were her coping strategy.

The voices were real to her.

Angels were a reasonable attempt

to craft a logical explanation.

I know, I know that. I know that, yeah.

I know. She was the best mother that she knew how to be. You know?

Right. Exactly.

Do you have any questions for me, Jerry?

Oh, yeah. I got a big one for you.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

There's a girl. I like her.

Go on.

I don't know how much to tell her, you know,

about you and this, and my mom and stuff.

And?

I don't wanna scare her away,

but I don't wanna lie to her either.

I'm thinking that if the subject comes up,

I'll just tell her, but if it doesn't,

I'll just leave it be.

You answered your own question, Jerry.

Why are you smiling?

Um, we're gonna conga tomorrow.

Conga?

Yeah.

Yeah, like at a wedding. It's gonna be amazing.

Conga?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh.

Hey, buddy. Oh, Bosco, what a day, what a day.

I wish you could have been there.

(SIGHS)

Did you fuck the bitch?

I don't have to answer that.

And you'll never fuck her either

because you disgust her.

- Shush. - Yeah, shut up, cat.

MR. WHISKERS: She's from England, Jerry.

In her eyes, you're a ridiculous peasant.

Oh. Oh. Yeah.

Guess what? I'm not a peasant,

Mr. Whiskers, hmm.

I'm thinking that this is a real good time for a walk. Jerry?

I think that's a fantastic idea.

You're out your league.

She drinks tea in carriages and fucks men

with names like Nigel or Aidan or Lord Ribblesdale.

- Not Jerry Hickfang. - (JERRY SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

Go choke on a hairball.

Cat-hater.

JERRY: Come on, Bosco. Let's go, buddy. Come on.

(DOOR CLOSES)

JERRY: Sing a happy song

Come on, sing along, sing a happy song

Get up and dance, sing a happy song

Come on, make some romance Sing a happy song

Hey, Jer, give me a break.

Oh, okay, I'll tone it down a little bit.

You have the greatest hair, Tom.

In the back, it's awesome.

(HUMMING)

(ALARM RINGING)

Shift's over, Jer.

- Jerry? - Hi.

(WHISPERING) Fiona.

You said I should come by accounting some time.

- I did? - Yeah.

When we were getting ready for the picnic.

No. I don't recall saying that.

Hi, Jerry. I'm Lisa. Accounts Receivable.

Jerry, Packing and Shipping.

Um, some of the accounting chicks

are going out for a couple of drinks.

If you wanna pack and ship out with us?

Oh, yeah. That sounds... Yeah.

- Let's go. - Yeah, let's get going.

Okay.

(SCOFFS)

FIONA: So he looks me in the eye and he says,

"Let's move to America, Fi. Let's get married."

So, after I've sold everything and moved,

that's when the knobhead decides

- that he's not the marrying type. - Oh.

Yeah, six months later, he marries Jill.

Now they got three kids, and I'm stuck in this stupid temp job.

I think it's time to move back home.

I know karate.

(COUGHS)

Thanks for coming out, Jerry. It's cool.

(FIONA SLURPING)

Do you want my last Krunchy Choo Choo? I only had a bite.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, can you give me a ride to my car?

Or just home, you know.

Sorry.

Um...

You're giving a ride to Fiona.

No, no, no, no, no. It's okay, Jerry. I've got a lift so...

I don't mind, Fi, I'd love to give you a ride.

Okay. So you...

You... Okay. I can just get a cab.

What are you doing this weekend?

- I was hoping on... - There is this cool Chinese restaurant

that I wanna take you to, Shi Shan.

Chinese?

Yeah, but it's more than just egg rolls and fortune cookies.

Do you wanna go?

- When? - On Friday night.

I'll pick you up after work.

No, it's... It's all right. I don't need a lift.

Or just meet there, then? The show starts at 7:00.

There's a show?

A show, yes.

More than just a show.

The best spectacle in the world.

- You'll love it. Prepare to be amazed. - Wow.

Okay. Cool.

I'll get there early. I'll save you a seat.

(CHUCKLES)

- All right. - All right?

(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

All right. Thanks for the ride, Jerry.

All right. No problem, Fiona.

Have a good night.

(WHISTLING)

I got a date with Fiona on Friday night, from England.

Well, fuck me. I'm an asshole.

I apologize, man. You were right.

Cat food's in the kitchen, Jer,

and I can't open the can.

I don't have thumbs.

(SIGHS)

Who's my good boy? Who's my good boy?

- LISA: Hey, Jerry. - Hey, Lisa.

- Hey. - Alison.

- What's up? - Where's Fiona?

Oh, she just left. Do you have something for her?

Yes, she needs this address. Shi Shan.

It's the restaurant where we're gonna meet.

I'll make sure she gets it.

- Is there anything else? - No.

Make sure she gets that, okay? It's important.

- Yeah, we'll make sure. - Okay.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Is he gone?

Yeah, he's gone.

What is this about?

(GROANS) It's this Chinese restaurant.

I said I might meet him over there.

Oh, no. You can't. Tonight's karaoke.

Oh, yeah, karaoke. Oh, he'll get over it.

Well, just call him and tell him, you can't make it.

No, I don't want to upset him.

I'll wait until the office closes

and then I'll leave a message on voicemail.

You're a real sweetheart, Fiona.

(GONG RINGS)

I got a girl named Li She really drives me crazy

I got a girl named Li She really drives me crazy

She got tiny feet and almond eyes

Long black hair and golden skin

She makes me want to scream

I got a girl named Li She really drives me crazy

I don't want to lose you This good thing

That I got 'Cause if I do

I will surely

Surely lose a lot

'Cause your love

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING)

- Like thunder - ALL: Thunder

- Lightning - ALL: Lightning

The way you love me is frightening

You better knock, knock, knock on wood

Baby

Hey, fish.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Hey, Jerry. How are you doing, man?

(NORMAL VOICE) I'm a little bit bummed.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) No, duh. She stood you up.

(NORMAL VOICE) I'm sure there's a reason.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) I sure hope so.

I wish could help you, Jerry but I'm just a fish.

For any MC in any 52 states

I get psycho killer Norman Bates

My producers slam My flow is like, "Bam"

Jump on the stage and then I dip down

Oh, yeah

Oh, baby, I like it raw

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(LIGHTNING CRACKING)

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Have you seen Alison?

No. I think she's gonna keep going, actually.

Oh! Shit.

- Oh. - Now my phone's fucked.

- Aw! - No, it's all right.

I was gonna walk back to the plant.

Oh, no, I'll give you a ride.

- Yeah, okay. - FIONA: Thank you! You're the best.

- Okay, you ready? - Okay.

- Go! - Go.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- LISA: Are you okay? - FIONA: Yeah.

It's so horrible! It's like being in England again.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

LISA: You want me to wait?

FIONA: No, have a good night.

(FIONA GROANS)

(CAR ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(ENGINE CONTINUES SPUTTERING)

Bloody hell.

(GROANS)

Shit.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(WHISTLES)

(SCREAMS)

- Jerry! - (TIRES SCREECHING)

JERRY: Fiona?

Jerry!

Fiona. You're soaked. Get in.

Wow.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

What are you doing out here?

I was listening to music.

I went to Shi Shan. I didn't see you there.

Didn't you get my message?

No. No. No.

I am so sorry, Jerry.

You want a hot chocolate or something?

I suppose I owe you, don't I? Go on then.

I'm freezing.

I... You're sitting on a blanket.

- Oh! - (CHUCKLING)

Don't stare, Jerry.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

- It's all right. - I'm really sorry.

It's not the end of the world, Jerry.

Oh.

God, I'm starving.

Let's get something to eat.

I got crackers in the glove box.

Oh, no.

We need something horrible and greasy tonight. Do you know Doran's?

Uh-uh.

You gonna love it. It's this terrible, cheap,

all-night burger joint out by the county line.

- We go. - And you wanna go there tonight?

Yes and yes.

Full steam ahead, Captain, and don't spare the chili.

Yeah. All right. (CHUCKLES)

(BOTH MIMIC EXPLOSION)

You know, they say a lot of things about you up in accounting.

Like what?

Well, that arty chick Lisa,

she thinks you're hot.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And everybody else, we just wonder where you're from.

Oh, my family moved here from Berlin when I was seven.

You know, a kid's got to go where his parents take him.

FIONA: I don't even have that excuse.

Why do you live here then?

Oh, God. Well, if you find out, call me.

- Mmm. - No, sorry.

No, that came out wrong, I'm sorry.

You don't like Milton?

No, no, no, it's... It's nice.

You know, the people are friendly. It's pretty...

No. High-school football and karaoke bars isn't enough.

I'm bored.

Insanely bored.

You like heaven better, huh?

Heaven?

What?

JERRY: Where you're from.

Heaven? (LAUGHING)

Hardly. No, I'm from Reading.

Reading is a lot closer to hell.

Oh. (LAUGHING)

You like trivia?

- Yes. Why? - I got a good one, okay?

There is tons of angels in the Bible,

but only four of them have names.

Three of which are Michael, Raphael and Gabriel.

Who's the fourth?

You're not getting all religious on me, are you, Jerry?

No, I... This... This is fun. Come on. Guess.

- Who's the fourth? - I don't know. Freddy, the angel.

No, not Freddy. You know this.

You know his name, I promise you.

You're forgetting one thing.

You're forgetting that he's an angel.

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DEER GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(FIONA WHIMPERING)

Jerry, kill me. I wanna die.

Take your knife and cut my throat.

JERRY: Don't worry, I'll help you.

What?

- No, no, Jerry! No! No! (SCREAMS) - I got to do it, I got to do it!

FIONA: Oh, my God.

- (JERRY GRUNTING) - (SCREAMING)

The fourth angel is Lucifer.

What?

Lucifer is an angel. A fallen angel.

(WHIMPERING)

Fiona!

Fiona! He asked me to do it!

Fiona, don't run! You'll get lost!

(FIONA GRUNTING)

Fiona!

(FIONA CRYING)

You okay?

(GRUNTING)

(FIONA WHEEZING)

Oh, I don't know how that happened,

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

(GRUNTING)

- (GURGLING) - (JERRY GROANING)

(FIONA CHOKING)

You're... You're in pain?

(GROANS)

You're suffering.

I love you.

(FIONA CONTINUES CHOKING)

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(JERRY CRYING)

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mmm. (SNIFFLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(LIGHTNING CRACKING)

- BOSCO: Hi, Jer. - Not now, buddy.

What the hell you been doing?

It's okay, Bosco.

Pretty bad situation, buddy.

I know.

Maybe the best thing to do is just, um,

go to the cops and explain everything.

Just tell them what happened?

Mmm, yeah.

I think you're right.

Be good to get off my chest.

If I wait, it'll be a million times worse.

Thanks, Bosco.

You are both so fucking naive.

You go to the cops and you say,

"Hey, man, I accidentally

"stabbed that English chick."

Oh, oh, oh.

You think they'll all nod and understand

501

the way your stupid dog does?

- I don't know. - Well, I do know.

They're gonna throw your ass in jail

where tattooed, meth addicts

will butt-fuck you daily for 15 years to life.

BOSCO: You're a good man who made a mistake.

Nobody is gonna rape you, Jerry.

MR. WHISKERS: But he did mean to do it.

No.

Not the deer. That was an accident.

I'm talking about the girl.

You wanted to kill her.

Never.

Why'd you take the knife, then?

Oh, my God. I'm evil.

No, you're not. I've killed things on purpose, Jerry.

There's no shame in it. It's instinct.

The only time I felt truly alive is when I'm killing.

The only time I've ever felt truly alive.

MR. WHISKERS: You see what I mean?

But you have to do something about the body, Jer.

What about the body?

Well, some hiker stumbles across it,

and pretty soon it's CSI: Milton.

And guess whose hair and fiber and spit and blood are everywhere?

Yours, Jerry. Go get rid of the fucking body, dipshit.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

SHERIFF WEINBACHER: Hey, Jerry. How you doing?

Oh, hey, Sheriff Weinbacher. I'm good.

Really good.

Oh. What happened here?

A deer jumped in the window. It's horrible.

But you're okay?

Uh, yeah.

Well, what did you do with the deer?

That's probably good meat.

Oh.

I left it on the side of the road.

I shouldn't have done that.

I screwed up. I'm really sorry about that.

No, it was an accident. I'm not gonna write you up for hunting out of season.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Thank you. Thank you, Sheriff Weinbacher. I appreciate it.

No problem, Jerry. You get that window fixed, okay?

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - Yeah, I'll do it right this afternoon.

- Cool. Drive safely, Jerry. - You, too.

Hello?

Oh, crap. That's... That's right now, isn't it?

Okay.

Yeah, no, I'm on my way. On my way.

DR. WARREN: Headaches?

Trouble sleeping?

JERRY: No.

Suicidal impulses?

Uh-uh.

Do you hear voices?

I hear your voice, now.

Disembodied voices.

Voices that seem to be coming from somewhere else.

Not really.

Jerry, do you find yourself crying a lot lately?

Uh-uh.

No.

No?

Mmm-mmm.

Are you still taking the medication?

Usually.

You have to take it every day without fail.

I know. I know, but...

But what?

(SIGHS)

The medication, it smooths things out and that's okay, right?

But even though there were bad moments...

Very bad moments.

Very bad.

There are also moments of inspiration and beauty

when all the world makes sense,

and the elegant secret mechanics of man and God are revealed

in their many dimensions,

and the universe is laid out before mine eyes

and it is a blessed place.

You totally stopped taking the pills, didn't you?

Totally.

Thanks for your honesty, Jerry.

Our relationship depends on the cooperation

of the Department of Corrections.

If you become non-compliant, I have to report that.

And they'll put me away?

Let's not find out.

Let's make you compliant. Take the pills.

Okay. Okay. Let's not find out.

Ow!

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLING)

BOSCO: Oh. What's the matter, buddy?

JERRY: I really liked her.

BOSCO: I know you did, buddy.

She's a good kid. I bet you miss her a lot.

Yeah.

I love you guys.

(MR. WHISKERS CLICKING TONGUE)

MR. WHISKERS: Don't take those pills, Jerry,

unless you wanna say goodbye to your old friends.

I'm not sure it's a good idea to be talking to your cat, anyway.

Yeah.

Or dog, either.

Hmm...

Take those drugs and you will enter

a bleak and lonely world, Jerry.

FIONA: Jerry.

Jerry.

Hi, Fiona.

Look what you did to me.

I'm so sorry.

Friday, I had a pretty cushy gig.

Had lots of friends. I was the office hottie.

Now I'm a severed head in a fridge. Sucks to be me, Jerry.

What can I do about it now?

Take the meds, you useless wanker.

Take them. Take them!

(PILLS RUSTLING)

See? That wasn't so hard, was it?

BOY: Mama!

- BOY: Mama! - WOMAN: Jerry.

Mama!

WOMAN: Where are you?

Jerry.

- MAN #1: Pass him over. - MAN #2: Come on.

Yeah, pass him over.

Yeah, I got him.

I love you, Jerry.

Bunny Monkey is my friend.

Bunny Monkey is not real.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

JERRY: Mom?

Dad?

(MAN LAUGHING)

You got to learn reality from fantasy, Jerry.

You got to.

It's a sock.

Be brave, Jerry.

I love you, Bunny Monkey.

It's a...

No, don't listen to Mack.

...a fucking... - Stay with me in my world, Jerry.

...sock!

Sock! Sock! Sock! It's just a sock!

A fucking sock!

- (WOMAN SOBBING) - I wish you were never born!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

- (SOBBING) - You and your mother,

you're fucking psychos!

Bosco? Hey.

Mr. Whiskers.

Say something.

Come on, say something. Tell me to go "F" myself.

Don't leave me alone, come on.

(JERRY RETCHING)

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Tally ho, Jerry.

Fiona, you're back.

Quite. And jolly well high time.

Bloody blooming right, it's jolly well high time.

You look smashing.

Those bleeding pills are rubbish.

I super-hate those pills.

I only took them because you told me to.

Beastly drugs.

They made me look like a sodding jack-o'-lantern.

You know what?

And you were stinky, too. But now you smell like... (INHALING)

You smell like baby shampoo. You're beautiful.

Thanks, Jerry. What a fab, cracking day to come back.

Perfect day.

And I'm eating Honeynut Crunchys with 2% milk.

Hip, hip, hooray!

How's the cereal, chummy chum?

Mmm. Delicious.

Scrummy. God Save the Queen.

- Hey, Jerry? Jerry. - Mmm-hmm.

Can you get me a friend?

A friend?

I get so lonely in the fridge.

Mmm.

Like... Like kill someone on purpose?

By George, that's it.

Kill someone.

What about Lisa from accounting?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please, Jerry.

Don't be such a nancy-boy about it.

Please?

(SIGHS)

I don't know.

I love you, Jerry.

I love you, too, Fiona.

I love you so much.

You want some of my Crunchys?

All right then, guvnor.

Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

- Ow! - (LAUGHING)

(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Jerry.

Hey, Mr. Kowalski.

I saw you on Friday.

You saw me?

Yeah, I saw you. You didn't see me?

No. I didn't see you at all.

You were at Shi Shan.

I saw you in the window, eating beef chow mein.

Oh. At the restaurant.

Yeah, it's my favorite, Shi Shan.

Thank you for seeing me.

I didn't do it on purpose.

No. I mean, I'm just thankful for seeing each other.

You okay, Jerry?

Oh, yeah. I'm fine.

If you say so. See you, Jerry.

Okay.

Oh. One more thing. Have you seen Fiona?

- Fiona? - English Fiona. From the party.

Mmm-mmm.

No. What's up?

It's the end of the quarter.

We're trying to close out the books and she's not answering her phone.

Plus, her car is still in the factory parking lot.

That's sad. She was nice.

Maybe she went back to her own country.

She wouldn't need her car anymore.

I'm gonna miss her a lot.

(LAUGHING)

Jerry.

MR. WHISKERS: Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's very good.

(BOARS GRUNTING ON TV)

Oh, that's even better.

(LION GROWLING)

Oh, Jerry, change the fucking channel before I explode.

Oh, that's more like it.

(SIGHS) I feel so much better.

MR. WHISKERS: Jerry is back. Yeah. Fuck those pills.

That headshrinker doesn't care if you're happy.

She just wants you to be obedient.

She's not a bad person.

Not if you want to be a slave to drugs.

Just say no. I do.

Check it out.

Crocodile killed a motherfucking antelope.

It's a gnu.

Oh, yes, of course.

Are you gonna kill someone else?

Me? No. Of course not.

Sick, disturbed cat.

MR. WHISKERS: Why not, Jer? We both know you want to.

- No. - MR. WHISKERS: You killed by accident,

that felt good.

Now do it on purpose, Jerry.

Just once. See what it's like.

Shut up. I don't have to listen to you. You're just a cat.

Well, a cat that can talk and reason,

that's a miracle for the ages.

(BLOWING RASPBERRY) So what?

MR. WHISKERS: But a guy who talks to his cat...

Well, that's one step away from the loony bin.

Find someone else. Kill them.

And you'll discover what it feels like to be truly alive.

By killing?

It's better than sex.

He is wrong. We're not like the pussy, Jerry.

- We have morals. - That's a good boy.

Did you hear that?

I earned the right to be called a good boy.

You earned the right to be hit by a minivan.

Knock, knock.

- Hey, Jerry. - Hey, Lisa.

What's up, big guy?

I was over here.

Just thought I'd see what you're up to.

- Same as always, you know. - Yeah.

I'm trying to figure out how to get out of here early.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Early? Shoot, man. It's past 5:00 now.

Oh.

- Do you wanna get a drink? - Yeah.

You wanna go to TGI Fridays?

Fridays kind of sucks on Tuesdays.

We could go to David's though.

It's cool, you'll really like it.

Good.

- Yeah. - Okay.

You wanna... Now?

- Yeah, now, just... - Yeah.

Yeah, if you're ready, I'll...

The divorce was final in September or something.

I mean, it went like really quickly

because I basically agreed to everything.

You know, he got the house and the car and I got the cat.

What kind of cat?

Um...

I don't know. Like a black and white...

It's a rescue. It's cute.

Are you good with cats?

No, the real question is, are cats good with me?

Because they pretty much own us,

- not the other way around. - (LAUGHING)

Oh, my God, yeah.

- Right? - You've got that right.

Yeah, I mean, if I don't give my cat everything he wants,

it's just like, watch out!

Yeah, me too, me too, me too.

Um, yeah, I tried switching to dry cat food.

He was not having it.

No! He tore up my couch.

I know. Serves me right, though. I guess.

They're very demanding.

Yeah! What's your cat's name?

Mr. Whiskers. And he is a son of a bitch.

- How about you? - Pighead.

'Cause that's what he is. A pig head.

Oh.

- Pighead. - He's so cute though.

- Yeah. Yeah! - Do you wanna meet him?

He probably tearing up my apartment right now.

Oh, now?

Yeah?

Yeah!

Okay.

Uh, yeah, okay. If you're okay to drive.

I'm just gonna go to the bathroom.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, I'll be right back.

I'm not, um,

in the habit of going home with somebody after one date, you know.

But... Um...

Sometimes you just got to say what the hell, I guess. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. You just gotta cut loose.

Oh, actually, I'm that way, actually.

Can we go... Can we go somewhere else?

- LISA: Where? - JERRY: It's a surprise.

(BRANCHES THUDDING)

LISA: Where are we?

JERRY: This is where I grew up.

LISA: It's beautiful.

- JERRY: You think so? - LISA: Yeah, it's so romantic.

What did you guys grow?

(CHUCKLES) Nothing.

My stepdad had big plans,

but he was gone all the time with the Army.

- And my mom, she pretty much... - What was she like?

German,

beautiful,

but mostly sad.

Why was she sad?

He made her choose between

leaving him and leaving Berlin.

She spent the rest of her life homesick.

LISA: You okay?

Huh.

That was my favorite window.

I spent a lot of time there.

You didn't have many friends?

Well, not really.

They called... The kids called me

Gesundheit and Fahrvergnugen

and The Ultimate Crying Machine.

- Kids are cruel. - I know.

I used to sit there and look up

at the night sky and I'd make believe

that the stars were my friends.

(CHUCKLES)

It's stupid.

- No, it's sweet. - Mmm.

They're coming for me, Jerry.

I'll stop them.

It's too late.

They already know. I told them.

What did you tell them?

I told them that sometimes I can hear the secret conversations of the world.

Things no one else hears.

The animals, the angels talking to me.

Sometimes I hear them, too, Mom.

I know you do, Jerry.

Never tell anyone.

I told them and they won't let me alone.

Promise me you'll never tell. Promise.

I promise.

Never!

They don't understand.

They can't understand.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

What's that sound?

JERRY: It's the hospital people.

They have the Sheriff with them.

I can't go back.

- (JERRY SOBBING) - I can't go back.

I can't go back. I can't go back.

Oh.

Finish it.

Finish it. Finish it, please.

Jerry, finish it, please.

(CRYING)

Please!

Jerry, finish it, please!

Jerry.

What is it?

(VOICE BREAKING) My mama died up in that room.

- Sorry, I'm sorry. - No, don't be. Hey.

It's okay.

It's just... I'm so sad.

(SNIFFLING)

Take me home, will ya?

(MEOWING)

- Hey. - Thanks.

That was a wonderful night, Jerry.

I think so, too.

I'm really glad you asked me out.

- Me too. - (GIGGLING)

You're so mysterious, you know.

The first time you came up to accounting,

I could tell there was something deep about you.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm.

You seem a million miles away.

What's on your mind?

This night turned out differently than I was expecting.

Different, good?

Definitely.

I don't feel alone.

Me neither.

We have to get going.

(GASPS) Work!

Yeah.

I know. It seems like the last thing I wanna think about.

I know. I gotta go home and feed my cat and dog.

- They're gonna be furious with me. - Oh, yes!

Do you want me to give you a ride?

No, no, no, it's okay. I'll walk.

- Yeah? - Yeah! Come up to accounting later,

just pretend you're delivering something.

We can make out in the copy room.

- I'll try. - Okay.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Who is a good boy?

Who is a good boy?

BOSCO: I want to smell her crotch, Jer.

Come, here. Hey, sit!

Where the fuck's my food, fuck-face?

Oh. That was the best night in my whole life. Mwah!

Who's a good boy? Yeah.

Oh. Oh.

Food!

Hey, Mr. Whiskers.

MR. WHISKERS: Food!

Now!

I left you a little gift on the sofa.

A reminder why you can't leave us alone without food.

(HUMMING)

(MIMICS EXPLOSION)

(SPOON CLATTERING)

Jerry, hey.

Get me a friend!

BOSCO: What's the matter, buddy?

JERRY: What am I supposed to do?

BOSCO: I do not know.

MR. WHISKERS: Same as always.

Pretend everything is fine.

Really?

MR. WHISKERS: It got you this far, didn't it?

I guess so.

(PANTING SOFTLY)

- Hey, Jerry? - What?

They need you up in accounting.

Some problem with payroll or something.

Okay.

LISA: I found some irregularities in your records.

We need to do an audit.

- What? - Come on!

- Close the door! - Close the door.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come here.

Oh.

Oh, thanks, Jerry. Jerry was just, uh...

Just faxed... Fixed the copier.

I can make a copy later.

- I gotta go. I'm gonna go. Okay. - Okay.

- Lisa, you dog. - Woof, woof.

Hey, um, are you still doing payroll?

Yeah, I'm a payroll lifer, why?

Can you give me Jerry's address?

I wanna bring him a gift or something.

Like a whoopie cake. It's nothing.

Or you could just ask him.

I want it to be a surprise.

Please?

That's a lot of cheese sandwiches to eat in one sitting! Forty one!

WOMAN: And that tiny Sonya Thomas always wins!

And now a grimmer story.

A woman murdered. Her partial remains dumped in the woods!

- So sad! - So terrible!

Reporter Sheila Hammer has an Action One News exclusive.

The grisly discovery Tuesday,

near Milton, of an unidentified female stabbing victim,

has local police on the hunt for a serial killer.

- Jerry, you're a serial killer! - Sheriff Weinbacher.

- No, he isn't. - (JERRY SHUSHING)

Now with the aid of the FBI, we have developed

a profile of the unknown killer.

Male, late 20s or early 30s,

white, lower or middle class. Trouble fitting in.

- That's you, Jerry. Can I have an autograph? - JERRY: (SHUSHING)

Will he kill again?

Well, if he's not stopped soon, every indication is

he will kill again.

You hear that, punk?

- Oh, no! No! No, no. - You're a killer.

- God. - A serial killer!

I don't wanna be a killer.

Too late, shitbag. There's no turning back.

You're a stone-cold murdering maniac.

MR. WHISKERS: Told you so.

Told me so what?

I told you you like killing.

And now the cops, they say the same thing.

FIONA: Jerry!

Jerry!

Jerry!

What they saying about you, love?

That I'm a killer.

Take me out.

Let's talk about it.

What if I am?

FIONA: Serial killer?

Yeah!

FIONA: Well, is it something that you are?

Like being brown-eyed or right-handed.

Or is it something that you choose?

Like being an accountant.

I wish I knew.

You can still make the choice, Jerry.

You're still a good man.

I try to be a good man. I wanna be a good man.

Then there's the cat...

Fuck you, blaming it on me.

Hold on a second! Look, I know what is good.

I know. I wanna lead a righteous and just life.

I wanna be an upstanding member of the community.

But, you know, Mr. Whiskers,

he makes me do bad things.

The cat was nowhere near when you killed me, Jerry.

See? See? Thank you, lady-head.

Okay. First of all, not true.

Second of all, um, I know right from wrong, okay?

I know it. I try to be good.

But then certain

horrible things happened and I am filled with...

With terror and dread, standing outside of myself.

Even though I know what I've done, I also feel like...

Like it wasn't me.

Pretty complicated inside the human mind, huh?

It was you that killed me, Jerry. You.

Okay, that's true, but in a certain sense, it wasn't me.

It was, uh...

You gonna say it was me?

No, I wasn't gonna say that.

MR. WHISKERS: All right. Devil's advo-cat.

Let's say it was me, but you know that

I'm a talking cat. There's no such thing.

Everything I say is really you.

- (LAUGHING) - It's true, buddy. It's all you.

What?

Come on, Jer. You know that.

Your pets are spot-on, Jerry.

I kind of suspected that.

But if there's me,

you know, regular me, standing here, the me who is talking now,

and I wanna be good.

Then there's you, you and you,

trying to make me be something else.

- Am I good? - No.

- You're bad. - She's wrong. You're a good boy.

They're both wrong. You are what you are.

That's it.

I am...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- BOSCO: Someone's here! Intruder! Intruder! - Bosco, Bosco!

BOSCO: I got your back, Jerry!

I got your back, Jerry! I got your back, Jerry!

JERRY: Stay! Stay! Stay! Stay! Stay! Stay!

Just a second! Just trying to put my dog away!

Hey, Jerry, is that my new friend?

Oh, Jerry, I just need a whiff of her butt.

Jerry!

Oh! Jerry!

- Hey, Lisa. - Hi, Jerry.

(PANTING)

Um, surprise, sorry.

(STAMMERING) No, I'm so glad that you came.

No, no. I'm imposing. I can tell.

- Oh, you look beautiful. - Thank you!

Um, I brought you some cakes.

You're amazing. Thank you for this.

There's four of them.

Sorry, if... Do you have company? Or am I interrupting?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Wait. Yeah, I...

It's just that... What you heard is, um,

that I sometimes... I talk to my pets.

- A lot of the time. - No, me too.

All the time. And they sometimes talk to me. Sometimes.

I get that.

- Thank you for the cake. - Are you locked out?

Uh, it's okay.

I'll figure out how to get in somehow.

You don't need to stay around.

And how are you gonna get in?

There's a skylight.

I can totally get in through the skylight.

Really?

You know, I'm pretty good at getting in places.

I lose my keys all the time, so...

I'm gonna use the skylight.

Oh.

(LOUD CLATTERING)

Jerry, you okay?

JERRY: I'm fine.

- How are you? - Fine!

Jerry, I'm...

Jerry, I'm gonna just... Okay.

JERRY: Okay! Bye, Lisa! Thanks for stopping by!

Jerry! I got it open!

Oh, oh. Hey! Hey, buddy.

- Oh. - (BOSCO WHINING)

Hey, Jerry! Jerry!

Come on.

Come on. No. No, no, no. I don't wanna play. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on. Come on.

Okay, good boy, good boy.

Lisa.

I told you I was gonna go through the skylight!

Jerry, I'm sorry.

Why would you...

I apologize.

...go through the door like that?

I'm sorry, it's my fault.

- I'm just gonna go home. - No, no, no, no.

Please. Please, please, please stay. It's okay, okay...

She's the best thing that ever happened to me!

She's the best.

Jerry, who are you talking to?

No, no. Wait, wait.

No! No, no, no, no.

Jerry, I'm just gonna go.

No, I'm not gonna hurt her.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

No, no, I'm not gonna hurt you, it's fine. That's fine.

It's...

They're gonna hate me.

No.

No, no. Lisa, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Lisa! Hey! Lisa? Please!

(WHIMPERING)

JERRY: I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?

(TOILETRIES CLATTERING)

Please, open the door!

No!

No! Lisa, come on.

Ow!

Lisa.

(SOBBING)

Ow!

Lisa?

I'm gonna come in now, okay?

I'm so, so sorry.

Jerry, I won't tell anyone.

I wish that you didn't have to see that.

I just wish that we could go back to the beginning, you know.

We can.

We can.

I'm really sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I got scared earlier.

I know. That was scary. I...

I didn't mean to scare you.

It's okay.

I'm fine now.

I know, I know. I know.

And you hit me so hard.

It's okay.

(LISA GROANING)

Are you okay?

Oh, God. I don't know how that happened.

Uh...

- I'm so sorry. - Jerry.

I wanna go home.

Jerry.

JERRY: It's okay. It's okay. I know you are suffering.

I'm gonna help you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

MR. WHISKERS: Hey, you did what you had to do, Jerry.

Figure it out in the morning.

Meow!

(IN BOSCO'S VOICE) Oh, it's okay, buddy. Everything...

Everything's gonna be okay. You're a good boy.

Woof!

Woof!

What?

You want a piece? Huh?

What?

Huh?

What? Want some of this? Ha!

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTING)

What?

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

Make Jerry and Mr. Whiskers and Bosco good boys. Amen.

Hey, Lisa, sweetie,

maybe give me a call or a text when you get this.

Hope you're okay.

I can't reach her either.

Are you guys watching the video

of the baby peeing on the senator?

No email, no Facebook updates.

She was going out with that Jerry guy from Packing and Shipping.

I can't reach him, either.

Jerry, the pizza guy? God, he's weird.

You heard the rumors, right?

No.

Go to the Tri-State Herald website.

July 9th, 1997. Front page.

(ALISON GASPS)

Oh.

(MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR)

BOSCO: Intruder! Intruder!

I'll take your bullet for you, Jerry.

I'll take your bullet for you, Jerry.

BOSCO: Oh!

Don't pee yourself, it's not the dog catcher. Unfortunately.

Shh!

What do we do?

Ooh! Jerry, I got an idea.

Hi, Jerry.

Hi, Alison.

(KNIFE SLASHING)

Hey, Jerry?

JERRY: Yeah?

BOSCO: You remember last week

when you said there was an invisible line

that separates good from evil,

and you thought you'd crossed it.

And I said, "No, no, no, no, no! You're a good boy!"

Yeah, I remember. So what?

I've changed my opinion.

So you think I'm evil, Bosco?

I'm certain of it.

Welcome to my world, Jerry!

I don't wanna be a part of your world.

MR. WHISKERS: You're already there.

Become what you're meant to become.

JERRY: Fiona?

What do you think I should do?

Well, you can't go back to work,

can't stay here, either.

I think it's time to see if the cat knows what he's talking about.

She's right.

I totally agree.

Well, meow to that.

Just go around killing people? I like people.

Aye. Fuck the dog.

Do it for the pleasure it brings.

Come on, Jerry.

We'll get a bigger fridge.

The first five are always the hardest.

ALISON: Oh, don't listen to him, Jerry.

FIONA: I don't know about you girls,

but that Jerry guy, he's going crazy.

He's losing it.

LISA: He convinces himself it's all fine.

(ALL VOICES TALKING AT ONCE)

Come on now. You can do it.

FIONA: I will vomit in my own mouth.

...pretend you've been taking care of Jerry. - Yes.

I'm so bloody...

- Of course. - He's so sexy when he's dark.

LISA: Who can tell he's crazy just by looking at him?

WOMAN: This whole situation is kind of...

- Stupid fridge! - It smells like...

MR. WHISKERS: You da man.

WOMAN: All these stupid talking heads...

Shut up!

Hi.

Jerry!

I got a lot going on right now.

What happened?

Well, uh, I've been crying a lot.

All the time. And I stopped taking the drugs.

What? Why?

The cat made me do it.

Your cat made you?

Mmm-hmm. No, no, kind of.

I mean, Mr. Whiskers does the talking, but it's really me.

See? I'm making progress.

It's not the cat! I know that now.

Jerry, we had an agreement.

I know. I'm sorry.

Dr. Warren! I'm a bad person.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I appreciate your honesty.

I'm disappointed,

but hey, it's not like you killed someone.

Um...

What, Jerry?

It is kind of like that.

Kind of like that times three.

What are you saying, Jerry?

Three people who aren't alive anymore because of me.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. I know.

I feel terrible about it.

And I really need your help right now.

I'll help you, Jerry.

Thank you.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

Okay. You know the conga line?

At your company party. Yeah.

Yeah.

Everybody sang A Happy Song.

And you know that English girl, Fiona, we conga-ed

and we were supposed to go to Shi Shan,

see an awesome show and...

What are you doing, Doctor Warren? Give me that.

- DR. WARREN: No! - Sorry, wrong number!

- Help me! I'm being held hostage. - JERRY: It was an accident!

I liked all of them and wish they were all alive.

But there's nothing that I can do about that now.

Wait, do you have packing tape?

What? Why?

Because I can't let you go.

And I still need a lot of therapy.

No! Stay there! You stay there now! Back! Back!

Jerry, you're really upset right now. Let's discuss this.

JERRY: Okay.

Stay calm. I understand.

- Jerry, don't do this. Don't do this, Jerry. No. - (JERRY SHUSHING)

JERRY: Okay. We haven't got a lot of time,

so we gotta get into the big issues.

Do you believe in God?

Mmm.

Me too. But I totally think that he has it out for me.

He cuts everyone else slack

and then totally craps all over me,

and I wanna know why.

Why would he put a little boy

in a home with a father like that?

Make my mother lose herself so completely

that she'd rather die than be with me?

But if he is all-knowing, God must be okay with me killing people.

(MUMBLING)

A shrink who wants to talk.

Mmm.

Good, if I un-tape you, we're going get on the fast road to mental health, okay?

Hey, you start doing the silent shrink thing and I can't predict what I'll do.

Oh.

Now, why do I hear voices?

Oh.

A lot of people hear voices.

Or thoughts they can't stop.

- A lot of people? - Yeah.

It might be a voice

telling them they're worthless or stupid.

Or it could tell them to indulge every desire.

"Drink that drink." "Take that drug."

"Follow every sexual impulse."

Or it could be a cynical voice

telling them nothing matters,

that their efforts are insignificant.

You hear stuff like that?

Yeah. I have thoughts.

Not exactly the same as you,

but similar.

They tell me that I'm fat,

or psychotherapy is not a worthwhile exercise.

That it's not real.

That I should have aimed higher than a government job,

that my potential is being squandered,

that I'm unworthy of love.

But none of that is true. So what do you do about it?

Well, I can't shut them off entirely,

nor would I want to,

but I can argue against them.

Just because you have thoughts,

doesn't mean you have to act on them.

You don't have to act on them?

No!

Being alone in the world

is the root of all suffering.

But, Jerry, you are not alone.

Oh.

(SIGHS)

See, that's like 10 years of therapy in 10 seconds.

DR. WARREN: Where are we going?

JERRY: Home. I gotta feed my pets.

All right, let's go.

No, no, no.

You go inside, I'll wait here and watch the road.

So that if I see him coming, I can honk the horn

and warn you, and then you can run back immediately.

You're a real hero, John.

Alison!

(BOSCO BARKING)

(DAVE GROANING)

John, call the police. Call the... (RETCHING)

(GROANS)

(DR. WARREN WHIMPERING)

Mr. Whiskers.

Bosco.

- Oh, my God, Jerry. What've you done? - Please be quiet.

Please be quiet.

Let me go, for God's sake!

- Mr. Whiskers? - What are you gonna do?

I told you, I don't know already. All right?

Bosco!

DR. WARREN: What are you gonna do?

What are you going to do?

I told you, I don't know.

My pets are missing.

Jerry, let me go, for God's sake!

Everything's gonna be okay.

(MUFFLED MUMBLING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mr. Whiskers!

Bosco!

Bosco!

(DOOR OPENS)

MR. WHISKERS: Hey, loser.

Is this the bitch you've been fucking?

No! No! No! Mr. Whiskers. That is my psychotherapist.

MR. WHISKERS: Great job she's doing.

You're the picture of mental health.

Where's Bosco?

He got hit by a minivan.

- I'm lost without him. - Good.

Now you can kill her without all his pathetic yelping.

(WHIMPERING)

JERRY: No, no, no, no. It's okay.

It's okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna just do this.

Oh, God.

- Jerry? - Yeah.

I'm scared.

She wasn't scared last week

when she threatened to send you back to the looney bin.

Me too.

What can I do to make you more comfortable?

I want to make a phone call.

She'll call the cops.

You'll call the cops.

No, no, no! I just don't wanna be alone.

(PANTING)

Ooh! Ooh!

Stay right there. Hold on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You don't have to be alone.

Here, here, here.

(SCREAMING)

Mr. Whiskers! Dr. Warren! Fiona! Cut it out!

Mr. Whiskers!

Ah!

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

Hey.

You did the best that you could. It's not your fault.

What are you gonna do to me?

Nothing. Nothing.

It's fine.

MR. WHISKERS: Put me the fuck down, you goddamn psycho.

I'll shit in your hand.

- Here. Here. - OFFICER: I want you two on the right.

Fan out and spread around the building. Cover all exits.

All right, keep low, guys.

Round the back, round the back.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

MR. WHISKERS: Is this your brilliant escape plan, Jerry?

Sneak out the back door.

It's your favorite door, isn't it?

It's the best I've got.

MR. WHISKERS: That's good, Jerry. This will fool them,

since you are bulletproof and invisible.

Run, Jerry.

It's been nice knowing you, pal.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

- Sheriff's department. - DR. WARREN: I'm here!

- Nobody move. - DR. WARREN: Don't hurt me!

I smell gas.

(COUGHING)

Can't you smell that?

FEMALE OFFICER: We'll check on it.

- MALE OFFICER: Where did Jerry go? - DR. WARREN: He went in there.

MALE OFFICER: Suspect last seen in the bathroom.

- FEMALE OFFICER: Was he armed? - I don't know.

(DR. WARREN COUGHING)

MALE OFFICER: I found a cat.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

FIONA: Jerry.

MAN: Hey, we found a cat and a dog.

- Call the animal shelter. - Are you okay?

Uh-huh.

We believe he's in the bowling alley. You think he's armed?

I don't know.

Then we have to assume he is.

Please don't hurt him. He's very ill.

Our first priority is our own safety, Doctor.

MAN: Tactical team on scene.

First responders, clear.

Bedroom, clear.

Go! Go!

MAN: Preparing to descend.

Gas leak!

FIONA: Jerry.

Jerry.

LISA: Jerry, you're almost home.

WOMAN: Come home, Jerry.

LISA: Come. Come with us.

WOMEN: Come, Jerry.

FIONA: We are all waiting for you.

LISA: Come. You will never be alone anymore.

WOMEN: Come home, come. You will never be alone again.

Jerry, come.

We're waiting for you.

Jerry.

MR. WHISKERS: Well done.

As in, you're going to be char-broiled, Jerry. You run.

BOSCO: No! You stay.

You're no good to yourself or anybody else.

You let the fire put you to sleep.

MR. WHISKERS: "Put you to sleep." Isn't that what

they say right before they kill you?

BOSCO: Jerry knows that.

He can end the suffering tonight.

MR. WHISKERS: Unless you want to be Jerry the Human Torch,

get the hell out!

BOSCO: Stand your ground, buddy!

There's nothing left for you in this life.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

MR. WHISKERS: We could have filled 10 more refrigerators, Jerry.

BOSCO: Shush, pussy.

If he survives he'll only cause more suffering, pain and death.

It's over. Jerry's going home.

MR. WHISKERS: You win, pup.

I have to confess, this alpha thing suits you well.

I kind of like you, Bosco.

Me, too.

I like you, Mr. Whiskers.

But now, it's time for each of us to go our own way.

Goodbye, friend.

Goodbye, Mr. Whiskers.

(JERRY EXHALES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- Mom? - Hey, Jerry.

- Dad? - Creep.

Hey, Fiona! Lisa!

- Good evening, love! - Hi, Jerry!

Mmm...

Alison?

Hey, Jerry!

I'm sorry I killed you guys!

Let's not bring up the bad things. Let's just be happy.

Jesus!

Hi, Jerry.

Thanks for the love and thank you for coming.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Are my pets going to be okay?

You betcha!

ALL: ♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Why don't you sing along? Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Get on up and dance Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Come on, clap your hands Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Music's good for your soul ♪

♪ It can bring a real good feelin' ♪

♪ Good for the young and old ♪

♪ Brighten up the darkest day, oh ♪

♪ It can be your release ♪

♪ It can supply you with peace ♪

♪ Some peace of mind ♪

♪ Why don't you ♪

♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Why don't you sing along? Sing a happy song? ♪

♪ Why don't you? ♪

♪ Why don't you dance a while? Sing a happy song? ♪

♪ Come on, get involved Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Can't you feel, feel the beat? ♪

Go ahead and pat your feet and

♪ Let the rhythm take control ♪

♪ Move your body from side to side, oh ♪

♪ If you are feelin' down ♪

♪ Tune right into the sound ♪

♪ The sound of music ♪

♪ Why don't you ♪

♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Come on, chase 'em away ♪

♪ Chase all your blues away Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Hey, now ♪

♪ Get on up and dance Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Y'all, y'all, y'all ♪

♪ Come on, clap your hands Sing a happy song ♪

♪ You know, you can do it ♪

♪ 'Cause it's easy So easy to do ♪

♪ Sing it loud and hearty ♪

♪ Come on, everybody Let's get down and party ♪

♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Come on, sing along Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Everybody now ♪

♪ Why don't you dance a while? Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Come on, get involved Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Music, make your life ♪

♪ And make your soul happy ♪

♪ Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Music, music, music, music ♪

♪ Music, music, music Music, happy music ♪

♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Come on, clap your hands Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Sing a happy song Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Sing, sing ♪

♪ Come on, sing along Sing a happy song ♪

♪ Music, make your life ♪

♪ And make your soul happy ♪

♪ Sing a happy song ♪

(GONG RINGING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

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