Original subtitles

Police are sure only of the following:

He is male and savagely powerful.

In almost all cases he has battered his way to his victims through locked doors,

and he is so intelligent he has managed not only to allude police for these 9 months,

but escape identification of any kind.

And now it has happened again.

In the early hours of this morning, the killer struck once more.

Again killing an entire family, again escaping without being seen.

And this city’s descent into frustration

- and terror deepens. - Jonathan?

Schneider caught five touchdowns against Dallas last night.

What are you watching this crud for? Where's my Coke?

I haven't had a good night's sleep in over a month because of that creep.

If you don't like the news, Doreen, change the channel.

I hope you don't play football like you live your life.

- Hey, Jon. - Get a job, Carson.

Go. Hut!

Go, go, go!

I'm very good.

Way to go, Jonathan.

Keep looking at the girls, Romeo.

- You're making me look good. - It was a lucky shot, Rhino.

What the hell has happened to your concentration, Jonathan?

Are you staying in training, or what?

Or are you sneaking out at night?

Training, Coach, I swear to God.

You know, you could be one for the record books, Jonathan.

You come up the hard way, you got great talent...

but I don't know if you got greatness.

In order for you to be great, you gotta be able to concentrate your will to greatness...

or when you look the other way...

someone's gonna come up and help cream your ass!

Like that poor young lady sitting over there in the stands with no shirt on.

You see? That's what I'm talking about.

It won't happen again, Coach. I promise.

Now get the hell on back to the huddle.

Get back to the huddle, let's move it!

Looks like you've been up all night screwing, boy.

No, man. I haven't been able to sleep, that's all.

You get more ass than a toilet seat. Don't lie to your man Rhino.

Just do me a favour. Shut up and fix your laces before you kill yourself.

All right!

Go. Come on!

Sorry, Rhino. Where there's a will there's a way.

Are you okay?

- Instant karma. - Karma? I got hit by a karma?

That's more like it, Jonathan. That's concentration.

That's using your will and your head.

Oh, you look like shit, incidentally. Come on, get up.

Take it in for the rest of the day.

Attack from the rear. Let's go.

You okay?

No problem.

All right. You guys, back to the huddle.

You could have a mild concussion. Do you wanna see the doctor?

No, I'm okay, Pac Man. I'm all right.

Oh, God.

Christ.

- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah.

- Are you sure you're okay? - I'm all right. Go ahead. Seriously.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Do I know you? - Alison. Alison Clement?

I sit next to you in chemistry.

We've been going out on and off for a year.

You once told me you wanted me to bear your children.

- Did you? - Did I what?

Did you bear my children? I mean, maybe we...

We haven't had children yet. We haven't even slept together.

That's good. I wanna be respected as a person first.

That's good.

Come on, I'll walk you home.

- Straight to bed with you. - Now we're talking.

You're crazy, you know that?

What?

Something...

Jonathan, where are we?

I was raised on this street. My family still lives here.

That's their house right there.

Who's working on the TV at this hour?

Alison, I don't think you should...

Bobby?

No!

Jonathan, help us!

You get away from her.

What are you doing here, dipshit?

- Do you wanna watch? - Jonathan, do something!

Shut up, bitch! Do you wanna watch?

Watch this.

- Get him out of here! - Diane!

Come on!

No!

Jonathan, are you okay?

Where am I? What happened?

Remember, you ran into the goal post? You whacked your head.

- What are you doing here? - I stayed. I was worried about you.

Are you sure you're okay? You seem different.

Something's different.

Hello.

Hello, Lt. Parker. Hold on.

It's your father.

Don.

Don, is the family all right?

Jonathan?

Okay, I'm gonna need another ambulance here.

Okay, I'm gonna need another ambulance here.

It's gonna be okay.

You don't wanna go in there. I mean it.

Jonathan, hold off. Don't. Just listen to your dad.

Bobby?

Hey, guys, come on, let's go. Let's make this snappy.

Sally and Mum?

They're all gone. I tried to tell you, there's nothing you can do here.

Hey, get that reporter out of there. Get her out.

Come on, we got a gurney coming in.

Donnie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. She was the best.

- Lt. Parker? - I knew this was gonna happen.

Lt. Parker, with the killer now murdering your own family, will this intensify...

...phantom-like devastator of families struck again late last night.

This time, killing the wife and two foster children...

of the detective leading the search for the killer.

Local college football star Jonathan Parker, seen here...

was also a foster child raised by the couple.

After being found beaten and near death when he was just 7 years old.

For a while this rainy afternoon, the city took time to mourn its latest loss...

as the close friends of Lt. Donald Parker and Jonathan Parker...

gathered with them to lay their loved ones to rest.

As yet, Parker and his police have still not so much as identified the killer...

who has claimed seven families to date. Almost 30 souls.

And left an entire city afraid to sleep.

Who is this man? What motivates him?

And more importantly...

Oh, God! Change the channel.

Can't go anywhere without hearing about the son of a bitch.

Hi, Jonathan. What'll you have?

- Jack Daniel's on the rocks. - I'll have a Coke, please.

- I guess you're wondering why I called you? - Yeah, I guess I am.

I dreamt of the murders, Don. Just the way they happened.

Things like this happen, people get bad dreams.

I've had a few of my own lately.

Don, no, I dreamt of it the night it happened.

Before you called me.

I saw what happened in the house.

You don't know what happened in that house.

You don't wanna know.

Bobby was killed in the living room.

The flashlight was laying right next to him.

The fingers on his right hand were broken.

These three.

Diane and Sally got it up in Sally's room.

- What is this shit? - That's how it was, isn't it?

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

This is so crazy.

I knew it was more than a dream, Don. It was so real.

I could smell the blood.

I know what this guy looks like.

I even know he has a limp.

Because I'm your father doesn't mean I have to listen to this crap.

Don, just hold on a second.

Hey, what the hell's with you? Are you on drugs, or what?

Did you find tracks of a van in front of the house?

How'd you know that?

I saw it, Don. I saw him. I saw his van.

I saw his name on the van.

I bet I can take you to where he works.

You tell me, I'll check it out.

No, I'm in on this. I'm there. That way or no way.

That's against procedure, you know it.

Yeah. Well, fuck procedure, Don. Do you want this guy or not?

I didn't even know this place was here.

- This is it. - This is it?

- Mike, come here. - I can feel him.

- This is screwball beyond belief. - It's just like the dream.

- You two go around back. - Okay.

- What's all the lights inside? - Televisions.

Look at them all.

Look, if I get a chance, we'll come back when the place is open. Okay?

He's in there.

Break it.

Now, wait a minute. We don't have a warrant.

- This is breaking and entering, you know. - The place has already been broken into.

We're investigating an apparent burglary here.

Right. You're right.

This is all because he had a dream?

- Thought you said he was here. - I thought he was.

Keep dreaming, Lieutenant.

Dan';?

- Wasn't one of your guys just here? - How the hell should I know?

Sarge?

Sarge?

He was just there.

Jesus Christ.

Call for backup.

Call for backup!

Parker gonna keep us here all night, or what?

Really. I could use a cold one.

Judas.

You scared the crap out of me, Sarge. Did you find anything?

- I can find him again. - You stay out of this!

This is my business, police business!

And this fucker just killed four of my men!

You think you can mess with a guy like that?

You get the hell home and let me deal with this!

Good morning, Maryville.

Although the sun has finally come out today...

it doesn't help for a city afraid to unlock its windows.

Last night, a man thought to be the long sought after slasher...

was surrounded by police, only to escape in a burst of new killings...

that left four officers dead and a police department in shock.

His name is Horace Pinker. A virtual phantom until yesterday...

he was described for this police drawing through a most unusual means.

According to the police report...

Jonathan Parker, foster son of Maryville Police Department's Lt. Donald Parker...

dreamed of the killer.

A junior at Mid Western Tech, Jonathan...

apparently was able to find Pinker's name in a local phone book...

after recalling it from a dream he had the night of the murders.

Now, strange as it...

Twenty.

Jonathan?

Aren't you forgetting your 9:00 practise?

No. I'm going.

I'm going.

- Where the hell's my philosophy book? - Under your jacket.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm just worried about this exam.

Your dad's gonna catch him now that he knows who he is.

He's never seen him, Alison.

Only I have.

I almost forgot.

Happy birthday.

Jonathan, in the middle of all this I can't believe you'd even remember.

It's beautiful.

Thanks for sticking around.

You'll be late.

- Are you okay? - I'm happy.

Go. I'll see you at practise.

- Bye. - Bye.

Jonathan Parker, I love you so much.

...suggest a man with shaven head.

The storm continues to remain in the area.

Last night, pouring three inches of rain in outlying districts...

accompanied by high winds.

In local news, Maryville': college football hero, Jonathan Parker...

has pledged to play in Saturday's game...

despite his harrowing brush last night with the Maryville Slasher...

now known by name as Horace Pinker.

A man who apparently, from evidence uncovered in a hidden room in his shop...

practiced black magic and animal sacrifice.

Police Lt. Donald Parker described the place as a "Hell hole filled with evil instruments...

"strange symbols, and hundreds of mummified cats."

He apparently struck again early this morning...

killing a family of live in their sleep.

In this, the latest work of what is thought, because of distinctive patterns...

police refuse to make public, to be the Family Slasher.

Although Pinker was thought to have escaped a police dragnet and left the city...

recent evidence suggests he has mysteriously doubled back...

Please, God, keep him safe.

All right! That's more like it. Okay.

Take five!

- You guys seen Alison? - No.

Hey, Jonathan.

Come here.

- You better go home, son. - Why's that?

You better go home.

Jonathan.

Who let him in here?

Jonathan, you don't wanna go in there.

- Go outside and see if you can find his dad. - Somebody go get him!

Right this way. In there, sir.

Come on. You don't want to see this.

What the hell did you let him in there for?

For Christ's sake!

Poor baby.

I'll love you forever.

...when our Lord takes us all to be with Him.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

And now, may Alison Clement rest in peace.

Do you know what to do?

Yeah. I think you're tripping but I know what to do.

Good. Fasten your seat belt.

- Don't leave me hanging. - Son of a bitch!

No!

No!

- No, help us! - Pinker!

How you doing, Horace?

Why don't you let her go? Come take me on!

You wanna play, you little piss-ant?

For God's sake, do something!

Do you wanna play in this game, boy?

Rhino?

- Rhino? - Rhino.

You got it, asshole!

Rhino!

Yo, yo!

- Shit! - I do it right?

You did it perfect, Rhino. Perfect.

Maddalena and Wagner.

Yeah. This looks like the place. I think.

You swear this ain't a put on, right?

All right. Hold it. Don't move.

You heard what he said.

- Lieutenant? - Yeah?

Evening, Jonny.

- What are you doing here? - My job. What are you doing here?

- It's coming from upstairs. - Keep these two guys here!

- Back it up, boys. - Let's go, move it!

No!

Freeze!

You bastard. I'll blow your head off.

Go ahead! Take your best shot! She won't mind!

I see you had to bring Daddy along, huh?

Hey, you boys hungry down there? You hungry?

Well, eat this!

- Jonathan! - Come on.

No!

- There he is. - Yeah.

All right, back down. Cover the other building.

All right, let's go.

Jonathan, forget it, man.

Oh, Jesus!

Come on!

Drop it!

Drop it! God damn it, I mean it! On the ground!

- Cuff him and get him out of here. - Go ahead, man, shoot me.

And by the way, boy, she died real hard, you know?

Your girlfriend?

I'll see you dead, you son of a bitch!

You like killing, too, squirt? It's in the blood.

- You and me, we're killers. - You'll die, you motherfucker!

I'll see you die! You fucker!

You're breaking my fucking heart!

Easy now. You want him gone, let the State do it for you.

He'll fry for sure. He's history.

I wanna be there.

- What? - If they give him the chair, I wanna be there.

Don't be crazy.

It's over. Now let it go.

I wanna see him die, Don. I've earned it. I wanna see him die.

Yeah, maybe we've both earned it.

I'll get box seats.

Where is he?

Choking on his last meal, I hope.

Do you know what his last wish was? TV set in his cell. Can you believe that?

He must like his soaps?

All right, my son, it's time to...

Pinker!

You all right? Stay away from the bars!

Get up!

Come on, give it to me!

You got it, baby.

Get those cables off him.

What the hell was that in the air? Did you see it?

Smoke, I guess. Must have fried his fucking brains.

Asshole.

Put him down here.

God damn this!

God damn this blasphemy!

You better do mouth-to-mouth.

My ass. You do mouth-to-mouth. This guy's an animal.

The Warden hears we let him zap himself, we're gonna get our asses canned.

- No way. - Shit!

Open up!

Finger-licking good.

Fucking animal!

Shut the fuck up!

Get those men down to the infirmary!

Is the fucker alive?

I don't know.

Well, I'm fine, boys. Just fine.

Let's get on with the killing.

Okay, pretty boy.

You come to look death in the face, school boy?

Strap him in.

It isn't right. It just isn't right.

They're treating him like some kind of animal.

Why give animals such a bad rap?

Would you like to pray with me, my son?

I'm no son of yours. Go pray with your choir boys, you little pederast!

Ladies and gentlemen.

As warden of this facility, I'm directed by the State...

to request that you all bear witness to the execution of Horace Pinker...

in accordance with the laws of this great state.

In most cases, this is a duty that I'd rather not be mine.

However, today, I feel justice is being served.

- Does the prisoner have any final words? - Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.

Your pitiful little memory's wiped it all out, hasn't it?

I used to beat you good, boy.

I was beating you good when your mama tried to stop me with a gun.

You shut your mouth, you fuck!

The witness will sit down and remain silent.

- The prisoner has a right to speak. - That's right.

I was beating you real good when your mama tried to stop me with that gun...

that she brought into our happy home.

You saw me kill her. Don't you remember how she screamed?

And how clever you were grabbing that gun...

and shooting me right through the fucking knee, you little peckerhead!

Such a big gun...

just blasting away at your daddy with murder in your eyes.

Like father like son?

What are you waiting for, dickhead?

You wanna fry me? Then do it, you fucking insect!

You heard the man.

The chair is armed. Repeat: The chair is armed.

The inner chamber is now sealed.

Get the lights!

Oh, my God.

Shit.

Get in there, Doctor, and check him out.

God damn it!

All right, everybody. Keep your seats. The guard will show you out.

Lieutenant, the executioner's fried.

- Get me a backup and get your ass back! - You got it.

- Go, Pastori! - I'm right behind you, Lieutenant.

I need backup in the chamber! Now!

The guy's had it.

- Help me. Get me to a hospital. - All right, she's alive.

- Sergeant! - Yeah?

Call the ambulance.

I can't. It's already gone with two of our guys.

Get me a car and get this doctor to a hospital!

- Yeah, hold it down here. - All cell blocks sealed.

UP here!

Come on, move it, move it! Check that corridor.

He's not in here. He's gone!

Seal the cell block off! Hurry! Move!

He couldn't have gone far after taking a hit like that.

Lock down all units.

Forget what he said, Jonathan.

Was it true?

It's been in the papers you're a foster kid. He's messing with your mind, that's all.

Forget it.

Jon, relax. He's not going anywhere.

They'll find him. Are you all right?

Oh, Christ!

Jesus! That chair really kicks ass.

Yo, get that car in here!

I've got her. I'll get her in.

Leave me alone. I'm fine. I just need to lie down.

Get her in. Let's go!

What the hell's with her? I didn't touch her.

What do you expect? She just got knocked on her ass.

Open up!

How's she doing? Is she gonna make it?

- Yeah. She looks good. Sleeping like a baby. - Great.

- What the hell are you doing? - Just feel like a little head, sport.

Let go of him!

What the hell do you mean, "Where's the doctor?" She's in there.

You got an asbestos ass. Go take a look!

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you, crazy?

Listen. How come you're so interested in the doctor all of a sudden?

Pinker is dead, Jon. Go home, get drunk or something.

- I don't think he's dead. - What are you, crazy?

Yeah, all right. I know it sounds crazy...

but when I saw that body back there, I didn't feel anything like I used to. Nothing.

It wasn't him any more. He wasn't there.

That's right! It's nothing but a bunch of fried meat. And good riddance!

It's just too bad he took so many people with him, that's all!

Lieutenant? Lieutenant, over here!

- Come on. - Keep on it, keep it on there!

- He must have been thrown clear. - Oh, thank God.

- He's lucky. - Is he gonna make it?

- Yeah, I think so. - All right, Pastori, hang in there.

Now, we're gonna get you help. You're gonna be all right, you hear me?

Hang in there now.

- Watch his arm. - Get him back first.

Okay, get that mask on. Let's go.

Hey, what are you doing? That's one of my guys.

Watch that bump, push hard.

You go home! This is enough of this shit!

You gotta trust me, I know something! You ask him!

You ask him. What happened to the doctor? Go ask him!

You ask him!

What the hell's with that kid, anyway?

- You've gotta stop him, Jonathan. - My God.

Alison, he's gone. He's dead.

He's learning how to move.

He's gonna be uncatchable soon. It'll be slaughter.

Alison, he's gone. I stopped him.

No, he's not.

He's on the move. You've gotta stop him.

Remember our love. Use this.

It'll drive him out. Keep him away.

Alison, please go back. Just go back.

Hold me. I'm so cold, Jonathan.

- Hold me. - Stop, Alison. You gotta stop!

Alison!

If you're here to see the house, go next door to the landlord's.

Jonathan, police.

Jonathan, your father, Lt. Parker, wants to see you down at the station.

I got a car out here.

Jonathan?

This is Jonathan. I'm not home. Leave a message at the beep.

Jon, this is your dad.

Jonathan, you hear me?

I thought I'd call and tell you, Pastori, my cop...

that survived the car wreck yesterday?

Well, he's disappeared from the hospital.

I wondered if you knew anything about it.

Jon?

Jon, you there?

Open up!

Pastori?

If you won't open up, I will!

Jesus!

Hold it right there, Jonathan!

Why don't you just calm down and...

Jesus!

What's your problem, Pastori?

You shut your fucking face, shithead!

Get down on the ground! Now!

Pinker?

- And let you shoot me like a dog? - Then eat this, asshole!

Running out of gas, Pinker?

You should've picked a better body, you gimp.

Jonathan, help me, please.

Pastori?

How did I get out of the hospital?

Jesus, help me.

Feeling yourself, Pastori?

Hey, man, is he all right?

Yeah, he's all right. He's a little under the weather.

- Oh, mother. - Come here, kid.

I didn't do anything.

Got you.

Sorry, mister.

It's all right, sweetie, you just banged my funny bone.

You ought to try being a little more careful with that thing.

I will. Sorry. Bye.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you seen a little girl, blonde, on a bicycle?

Sorry.

No, I saw her. She was up by that light pole up there.

Well, thank you. Amanda!

Help me. Please help me.

Come on, you fucker! Move!

Christ.

Come here, you little... Come here!

Come here!

Get away from my daughter!

Pinker?

I'm gonna rip your lungs out, you son of a bitch!

Get away from her!

What the hell are you doing?

Amanda!

Amanda!

Stop, Mandy!

Come here.

Get out of her, Pinker. Get out of her, you bastard!

Mandy.

God.

Is this creep bugging you, ma'am?

No!

- No! - Eat your heart out, sucker.

How do you like this body, Jonathan?

I don't get it.

Are you saying that Pinker is alive somehow?

And he just jumps in and out of people like a goddamn crab or something?

I know it sounds crazy, but that's exactly what he's doing.

Maybe he's using electricity or something because of the way he died, I don't know.

All I do know is that I saw him do it five times today.

- Let's go just grab the fucker then. - And break his neck.

- I'd love to break his neck. - You can't do it that directly, Rhino...

or you'd be killing whoever it is that he's inside of, that's the whole point.

Then, why don't you just do like you said you did with this cop?

I mean, you can outrun anybody Pinker gets into...

and then, when they're out of energy Pinker's just forced out.

- Then we'll break his neck. - It doesn't work that way, Coach.

You don't force him out of the body until he's used up the life of the body he's in.

We can't go killing people just to get Pinker out, you know.

But there is something we can use, to get him out before he kills the body.

Well, what is it? I mean, I'll get you 10 of them.

There's only one of them. It's in the bottom of the lake.

The bottom of the lake?

I know pretty much where it is. I think we can find it.

I have a diving mask in my closet at home.

I just need you to go and get it, Coach. I can't go back to that house.

All right, I'll go get your mask.

- Meet me at the lake in half an hour. - I'll go with you.

I'll get you some fresh clothes and something to eat, too.

- You guys be careful. - You be careful.

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Where the hell is he?

Coach isn't coming. He's out laughing it up with Pac Man somewhere right now.

No way Coach'd jerk you around.

He's an hour and 15 minutes late, Rhino, an hour and 15.

Does that sound like Cooper to you?

I mean, for all I know the cops are all over my place.

God knows, enough people saw me running from Pastori.

Pinker's gonna start killing again tonight if I don't stop him.

I can feel it. I gotta get that thing, Rhino.

- I just gotta get it. - Jon, wait.

Man, what are you doing? Jon, wait, hold it. Okay.

All right, maybe if I go look. Tell me what it is.

But you can't see a thing in here, Rhino, without a mask. No one can.

- I gotta go back to my place. - What are you doing?

I gotta go back to the house.

You gotta go? What the hell you talking about?

- We gotta go. I'm with you on this. - Get lost, no deal.

Fuck you, you need a friend. That's Rhino, that's the deal.

What are you, God?

You know what I could do to you if I wanted to, right?

But that ain't what I'm about. What about you? What you about?

You're not my friend on this, Rhino.

Look, I already got one person I love killed, I'm not gonna do that again.

I gotta do this by myself.

You wanna be my friend, leave me be.

Alison?

Coach.

Good evening, Jonathan. Alone now?

What are you doing?

If someone ever gets in your way, Jonathan, you gotta run right through them.

Understand what I'm saying?

Remember what I told you? I'm gonna rip your lungs out, Jonathan!

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Coach, please, not you!

Coach Cooper's bye-bye, asshole.

And the closet, don't look. I made a mess on the floor.

God, no more!

Pac Man liked you too much, Jonathan. He wouldn't let me in.

That's a no-no. Time to die, sweetie!

Don't even think about it, Pinker.

Cooper, for your own sake, fight him.

Don't let him take your soul.

It's like you say, Coach!

Coach, it's like you say, I know you're in there!

Everything is a matter of will.

Will him out.

Jonathan, he's too strong. I can't will him out.

Yes, you can.

I can eat this wimp's will power for breakfast, Jon-bo!

No.

I want to tell you, Jonathan, to get this bastard!

- Coach. - No!

No, Coach! No!

No!

Get out of my way, bitch. I need a body.

Go back to hell where you belong, Pinker.

Jonathan. Jon.

Jonathan.

I have something very important to tell you.

Listen very carefully.

Wait a minute.

There's a little power.

- Why not? - Jonathan?

I think I can.

Damn!

Contact!

Jon, what's going on in there?

Jonathan, open up.

Jonathan.

It smells like the goddamn electric chair in here.

Don.

- Hold it! - Oh, jeez, you scared...

- What the hell's going on around here? - It's been a bad day, Don.

You'd never believe me.

It may interest you to know there's an APB out on you.

Half a dozen people witnessed Pastori chasing you in the park.

He's dead now, too.

Yeah, well, what the hell was Pastori doing out of the hospital...

wearing his uniform?

What have you been up to?

I wanted Pinker dead so bad, when I got my wish...

it just made him stronger.

You think I killed that cop.

You're talking crazy enough, that's for sure.

If you did, you must've scared him to death.

What do you mean?

I mean, there wasn't a mark on him. He was just dead.

You're family a long time, Jonathan.

Been through a lot of tough times.

I saw you turn a screwed up childhood into straight A's.

Football scholarship. I've been proud to be your father.

I can't see you a killer.

Besides, Pastori's body was just a...

- A husk, just like... - Just like Pinker's.

Shit.

Is that how you knew about Bobby's fingers?

I gotta take you in, kid.

Don't do that, Don.

Called for backup when I heard the fighting in here.

What do you want?

- Read him his rights. - Yes, sir.

Jonathan, you're under arrest.

"You have the right to remain silent.

"Give up the right to remain silent...

"anything you say can and will be used against you."

Shit!

What is it with the electricity around here?

- Put him in my car, I'll take him back myself. - Yes, sir.

"You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning.

"If you so desire and cannot afford one...

"one will be appointed to you without charge."

Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you?

Sure as shit can't tell a book by its cover, huh, boys?

All right, boys, wrap it up. I got something to do here.

- Check that car. - Yes, sir.

- Hey, Smitty, you got a key for this thing? - Yeah, inside.

No. Shit!

Move. Come on, Jon, get on your feet. Let's move! Move, boy.

Come on. Go! Explain later, go!

Jesus!

- Freeze! - Shit!

Get him!

No, I'll get him! This one's mine!

Don! Can't we just talk about this?

Guess not.

- Don, you gotta fight him. - Eat shit and die, you little fuck.

That's nice.

Dead end, asshole.

Motherfucker.

Hey, kid, eat this.

Come on.

Where you gonna go now?

Don, you gotta fight him. You can't let him do this to you.

You gotta get him out! Don't let him do this, Donnie!

Don't let him do this! You gotta stop it! Stop him!

What's going on?

Don, are you there?

- Talk to me. - Oh, God.

Jonathan, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

My heart. I...

Jonathan, help me!

All right, asshole, I'm nationwide now.

Donnie, give me your hand.

Donnie, give me your hand!

I got you. Okay.

Donnie, I never even knew you had a bad heart.

I don't.

I knew that. You knew that...

but Pinker didn't.

With the arrest of Jonathan Parker who was increasingly implicated...

in the copy-cat murders following the electrocution of Horace Pinker...

the horrors seemed to be over.

But last night, while Jonathan Parker was in the city jail...

the copy-cat murderer struck again...

killing an entire Maryville family and leaving a grizzly threat...

to Jonathan Parker scrawled on the wall, signing the name Horace Pinker.

Police are further baffled because there were no signs of forced entry.

The family apparently awake and watching TV at the time the killer struck.

Meanwhile, Jonathan Parker has been released by authorities...

following the testimony of his father, Police Lt. Donald Parker.

Indeed, police lab reports confirm that the deaths of Coach Sydney Cooper...

and Student Assistant Coach Roy "Pac Man" Stewart...

now appear to be the results of a murder-suicide.

Coach didn't do it, you guys, neither did Pac Man.

You still up for this?

- We're friends, right? - Yeah, we're friends.

- And we're a team, right? - Right!

So we'll do what you ask us to do.

Just make sure you do it exactly at midnight. Give me enough time, okay?

Right.

- All right, let's go! - All right. Come on. Let's do it.

Come on, 17 minutes and counting.

- This is crazy. - Sometimes crazy is what it takes.

Shut up and get in there. Let's go.

Come on.

- You all set? - Yeah.

Let's go.

The stuff's all set up and ready, just like you asked for.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You want me to go on the air live at five minutes to midnight...

and if I do, you guarantee you'll deliver the guy...

responsible for the copy-cat killings last night?

That's right.

- Don't make a fool out of me, live. - I'm gonna make you a network anchorman.

You're ready for that, aren't you?

Where're you going?

I'm gonna go get the killer for you, bring him right here.

All you have to do is make sure this camera's on...

feeding the station by five to midnight.

No way I'm doing what you tell me, with you not here.

Really?

Well, we'll just let the other networks get the story first, I don't care.

- Do you want us to pack back up? - No, leave it.

I have a feeling this kid's for real.

I wish Pac Man were here for this.

A maze.

There it is.

The central unit should be in there.

- Too bad it's locked. Let's get out of here. - Pick it.

- That's a felony. - No, that's a lock, pick it.

Come on.

Please!

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

The red-crested nuthatch is one of the largest arboreals found in the British...

- Don't be afraid, Jonathan. - You're not alive, Alison.

So? I'm here.

All right.

That's it.

- Give me the crowbar. - Crowbar.

- Mask. - Mask.

All right, move it. Get back.

Jonathan.

Jonathan, stop sleeping.

- Please. - Wake up, Jonathan.

- Don't let him catch you sleeping. - Watch your ass, boy.

Don't get caught napping.

I don't wanna go through with this. Why should I go back?

Why should I be away from you in that madness?

You've got to, Jonathan, or you'll die.

Then I die. I don't ever wanna be away from you again.

You'll never be apart from me again, ever.

$5,000, praise the Lord, for a total...

a grand total of $1,542,000.79...

But glory be, we hear you, Lord.

The Lord wants more. We still need more cash for Christ.

Let it rain, let it rain dollars for Christ.

More.

And the beast shall rise out of the pit and walk among the world...

and great will be the devastation and desolation.

And I tell you woe to the man who is without the Lord.

And woe to the man and woe to the woman...

who has not given generously to this ministry.

Who has not dug deep and sent cash...

or check to this anti-beast brigade...

of true believers who are girding now for battle.

I beg you, send your dollars to Jesus now!

Beware! Beware of the beast!

He's among you! Prepare!

Check your perimeter!

Die!

This Barcalounger's gonna kick your ass, boy.

It's hard to outrun Reddy Kilowatt, asshole.

In the last 80 years alone, over 125 million people have been killed...

in warfare between civilized nations.

This total is the equivalent of murdering the entire population...

Come on, boy, let's take a ride in my Voltswagen.

Alison, if you're in me, give me the power to do this.

Bastard!

Who the hell's that guy?

Take cover!

Do as your father asks. Roll up the window.

Hey, Beaver!

Well, it's all out in the open now.

So we still have no word from our reporter at the home of Lt. Parker.

However, incredibly, we have begun to receive unconfirmed reports...

of unexplained appearances of Jonathan Parker...

and a man who looks very much like executed mass murderer Horace Pinker...

- fighting at least what appears to be... - Kick his ass!

...the programming of several local stations during the last several minutes.

And that's the way it is.

Did you get that?

My kind of town!

Move it out.

- Come here, you shit! - Dial 911!

We got any cheese spread?

Now wait a minute, that's my drink.

- Honey. - Do we have any cheese spread, or what?

Come on!

Get him, honey.

Now watch out.

Now wait a minute.

I've heard of audience participation shows, but this is ridiculous.

Give me that!

You can't take that.

He's taking our remote.

Sweet Jesus!

Shut up!

Come here.

Brother, are you all right?

Get up, you shit!

Holy shit! It's him! Horace Pinker.

What are you staring at? Get the camera on him!

A special bulletin? I'll give you a show!

Let's get out of here!

I killed your mama and your little sister here.

Right about there. I'll do you here, too.

Say your prayers, squirt.

I'm gonna do you real slow.

Hey, what the fuck?

It's show time.

What the hell are you doing?

You bought into TV, Pinker, now you're bound by its rules.

I'm gonna show you something. Remember Bobby, my little brother?

My mother? My baby sister?

Let's try and remember all the other families, Horace.

Fathers, mothers, sleeping defenceless in their beds.

Try. Try to remember the pain. No?

Then get up on the bed. Up!

- God damn you little bastard... Stop it! - Just freeze.

- That's good. - And what the fuck?

I just showed you what you can never remember.

What it feels like to victimized.

Give me a violin, why don't you?

At the mercy of some guy's hate. Weapon?

- Doesn't feel so good, does it? - Go ahead, do it.

You know you wanna do it. Go ahead, you little pussy, do it.

- It's not my style. - It is your style.

You're a chip off the old block, like it or not.

No good, Pinker, Alison told me the secret.

Maybe you were my father, but you know who my father is now?

Know who's responsible for me? Me, no one else.

I get down from here and you're dog meat.

Three minutes to midnight, Pinker. Rhino blows the Maryville Power Station...

we'll see who's dog meat.

Town power goes, TV goes...

and anybody in this TV room's gonna go right with it.

Anybody who gets out first might just survive.

Wait a minute, it was three minutes before.

Your watch has taken a licking. And I don't think it's ticking no more.

Rhino, no!

One, two...

You should've killed me when you had the chance, prick.

Shit. It's working!

Shit!

- It's sign off time. - No!

No!

You bastard, come back in here. Come back in here, you shit!

Don't ever turn the TV on, boy, I'll be there. I'll be there waiting for you.

I'll look over your shoulder, you little bastard.

Come back in here! Come back!

Bob, you got any lights in your place?

Looks like the power's out all over.

- Beautiful. - Look at that sky.

- Look at that. - Isn't it beautiful?

Jon, I just saw you on the tube.

- Was that real? - Yeah, it was real enough.

Howard?

Wow, what a storm that was.

And look at that sky.

Are you there, you see those stars?

- Absolutely beautiful. - It sure is.