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Hello?

Hey, do you mind if I take your picture?

Uh-huh.

Then what did he say?

Is he going or not?

I don't know.

OK.

You're kidding.

God, that was fast.

What channel?

...near the location where the body of Mark Warshaw...

was discovered by a sightseer earlier this morning.

An apparent suicide, police now say this is indeed...

the body of the Bay City Strangler,

the man responsible for the deaths of several...

No, his hair was kind of short and he had a goatie.

Eventually, Warshaw began to search elsewhere for his victims.

He found them in the alleyways and parks where...

gay men are know to cruise at night.

Then, an ending to the madness.

Late last night, Mark Warshaw shot himself in the head.

With this suicide, mark took away any hope of an explanation,

any hope of knowing why he did what he did.

Hang up the phone, Jeff.

Zoe, can I call you back?

Yeah.

Okay. Bye.

Did the cops leave?

Yeah.

Finally.

Did they find my camera?

I don't know.

Jeff, you want to tell me what you were...

doing in the park today?

Mr. Grant said I could skip first period as long as...

it was for my art project.

Uh-huh.

And when I call Mr. Grant he's going to go along with that?

Well, yeah.

Tell me again how you found this guy?

You just happened by?

I was taking pictures over by the lake.

That's where I found him.

Pictures of what?

Where they found Kyle. For my project.

Okay.

- Who's Kyle? -The first.

The first what?

The first victim of the Bay City Strangler.

- What did... -Dad.

What?

And this is what you want to make art about?

Hello?

Oh no, no, no, everything's fine.

I got a little spooked when the cops called at work.

Yeah, yeah, that's the one, the serial killer.

What are the odds, right?

I don't know what's going on in his head.

Oh God, don't say that.

Don't even say that.

I don't know where I'd be if I lost him too.

The sightseer.

What?

That's what they called you on the news, right?

The sightseer.

The boy who found the Bay City Strangler.

- Right. -That'll give you nightmares.

So...you're practically famous.

lam?

Yeah, you'll be in all the books.

They'll interview you for one of those serial killer...

shockumentaries on A&E.

You really think so? Yeah, you bet your life.

You, my friend...

You are the end of the story.

Uhm...where is my dad, exactly?

Oh, you're up.

I thought it was better just to let you sleep.

I see you met David.

We hadn't been properly introduced.

Hi. I'm David.

Jeff.

Nice to meet you Jeff.

Nice to meet you.

David's a consultant with...

well...

He's helping me out.

Yeah.

Try saving your ass.

We have that fund raiser thing I told you about,

at the Palace.

l'll be late.

You going to be 0K?

There's food in the fridge or you can just order a pizza.

I left money on the table.

Oh.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I have to do this thing.

You sure you're be okay?

Christ, dad.

I'm 17.

I'm not a stupid little kid.

Yeah, I know.

I love you, son.

Thanks.

- Hey. -Hello.

- I dig your room. -Wow, thanks.

- Most people can't see me. -I can see you.

Yeah, most people can't.

So...

what's it like?

This?

It's okay.

I'd kill for a cigarette.

But I get to walk through walls and stuff...spy on people and shit.

I saw Justin Timberlake naked.

Yeah.

Cool.

Except...what happens when you get bored with...

the whole voyeur routine?

Search me.

I guess I hadn't really thought about it.

Shit. Way to kill a buzz, Skippy.

- Thanks a lot. -Oh dude, I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I'm just messin' with ya.

Oh.

What was it like when that guy murdered you.

-"That guy?" -That guy-

That crazy guy. He killed you.

What was it like?

His name is Mark.

When you call him "that crazy guy"...

you're just like everybody else.

So.

So what?

You wanna know what it was like.

Yeah. Tell me.

Nah. I don't like to kiss and tell.

Whoops.

Gotta go.

- Wait, don't go. -Don't talk to strangers.

Enioying the view?

Hello. Wow.

I didn't know you came here.

- What? -You like this place?

I fucking love this place!

You're in the Ninth Circle now, baby!

Hey, can I buy you a drink?

Yeah. Okay.

I can get his number for you if you like.

What's that?

Dream Guy over there.

N0?

That won't be necessary.

Oh.

Just sightseeing. Right.

- Yeah, I was curious. -I bet you were.

Like your little swim in the woods yesterday.

I was taking photographs for an art project.

- For school. -Oh, yeah.

Taking photographs. Absolutely.

I only ask because...

it's kind of a cruisy park.

Is it?

That's what my sources tell me.

Here.

Drink this. It's good for you.

Okay.

Bottoms up!

- Uh-oh. -What?

Your boyfriend's on the prowl.

So go after him.

Ask him what his name is.

Lie on your stomach for me.

- Shit! -What?

Someone's out there. Right outside the door.

That's just my roommate.

God, you're so jumpy.

You need to chill it down a notch.

Just relax.

- You like that? -Mmmm...love it.

Come on, open up. Relax.

How 'bout if you just...put it in.

Lift your ass up a little bit.

Yeah. That's how I like you.

Relax.

Let it go.

Damn.

Sorry.

I'm guessing you don't get fucked very often.

Here...

like this maybe.

What?

Nothing.

Nah. I don't wanna do that.

Let's just...l just want to hold you.

Umm...l'm kind of all pinned down.

Come here, Nancy Drew.

You're closer now. You can see me better.

I know you.

Are you David's roommate?

Shhhhhhh.

Cool.

Still smells like him.

He really worked a lot.

It's like his whole room is a work of art.

He would have been such a good artist.

I know. It's sad, you know?

You should really steal some of this.

Totally.

Excuse me.

Hi.

We were friends with Jeff.

- Hi. -I know.

But I think it's best you stay downstairs...

with everybody else.

Okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Thanks.

Hey, Paul.

Umm, dad?

I don't know if you can hear me, but...

leave my room exactly the way it is.

Okay?

Don't mess with it.

I have it just the way I like it now.

Wow.

So, you didn't tell me that was Bruce's boy.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

You dirty, dirty man.

I love it!

God, they're so...malleable when they're that age.

Yeah, well...some are more malleable then others.

So tell me.

What was all the kiss and tell?

Did you get any videotape on the nanny-cam?

Really.

Interesting.

Well, he was only sixteen.

Seventeen.

Just totally out of his body.

Lived in his head kinda?

Wouldn't do anything.

Just...beyond passive. Just a scared little rabbit.

You waskally Wabbit!

Twix are for kids!

And tight.

No, I don't mean just virgin tight.

I mean like bear trap tight.

Ain't nobody gettin' in there!

I get so scared sometimes.

Scared to let you inside me.

want to.

I do, but... bodies are too sneaky.

And you'd see how fucked-up I really am.

But you didn't kick me out afterwords.

You held on to me.

And that felt good too.

That was...

that was good.

I don't feel so good.

Hey!

That's not even about me!

Jeeze!

You guys aren't even thinking about me!

Don't you even care that I was murdered?

My body is lying...

Let it go, let it go, let it go!