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Is Mine - Horror 2015 English

[WOMAN PANTING]

What's a pretty little thing like you
doing out here all alone?

No, no, no.

- [CRYING]
- Come here.

- [SCREAMING]
- [MEN SHOUTING]

[WOMAN] Angie.

I'm sorry, what?

Group therapy.
Have you thought any more about it?

I really think that it would help you
to spend some time around people

who share your experience.

No. no, no!

My experience?

Dreams again?

Do we have to do this today?

Yes.

[SIGHS] Okay.

Prance, show horse.

- [CRYING]
- Sweetie!

[PHONES RINGING]

Hey, Angie. Hey, Angie, wait up.

Please don't call me that.

Come on, what is it?
I mean, do I smell?

I have bad breath?

I just don't like
to be called Angie.

One minute.
What happened to you?

I'm just trying
to be friends here.

- Why?
- What's wrong with being friendly?

- Jesus.
- Go make friends with Gloria.

- Or Saperstein.
- You're really tough.

Look, not everybody's trying
to get into your pants.

No, not everyone. But you are.

Nice tits.

Great ass, too.

[SCREAMING]

- [DOG BARKING]
- [CAR HORN HONKS]

[MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING]

[DUCKS QUACKING]

[GRUNTS]

Damn, girl.

Where you running to
all fast like that, huh, girl?

Looking good.

Take you to the back of Dingo's car.
Ain't that right, Dingo?

Yeah.

Whoa, where you going?

Name's Chief, baby.

What's your name?

- [GUNSHOT]
- [MAN] Damn!

[SCREAMING]

Oh, you ain't got...
You ain't got no name.

Okay. That's cool, too, baby.

Angela: If you're having dreams
when you're awake,

that means you're crazy,
doesn't it?

Doctor: Not necessarily.

Are you having dreams
while you're awake?

More like fantasies.

What do you fantasize about?

Justice.

What about it?

You don't feel that
you've received justice?

Justice isn't something
you receive.

It's something you dish out.

Is that from a fortune cookie?

Out there,
it's all predators and prey.

You're either one or the other.

What about friends?

Everybody's after something.

Protection.
Companionship. Whatever.

But you're either getting or giving
no matter what you call it.

That may be a bit narrow.

You don't believe in altruism?

You mean the do-gooders?

Can't stand the do-gooders.

They're the ones who think
they really aren't after anything.

They just want to be friends.

Like that's some magical gift
to the universe

with no strings attached.

Pretty bleak world view.

There's always strings attached.

- Need a lift?
- No.

Come on, Angie... Angela. Angela.

You know,
if you ask really nicely,

I'm sure Saperstein will give you
a handy in the supply closet.

Look, not every guy
is an asshole.

But you'll never know that if you
don't give somebody a chance.

[WOMAN] They say that rape
is about power, not sex,

but that's kind of bullshit.

Of course it's about sex.

It's very specifically
about sex.

To hurt you as deeply
as possible.

Complete devastation.

Like when soldiers
don't just defeat their enemy,

they burn their villages
and foul their water supply, you know?

Don't just kill the natives,
kill the buffalo.

Kill what's sacred to them
so the body is just a shell

to be crushed beneath your boot.

Thank you so much for sharing
with us this night, Mallory.

Your views are always...
illuminating.

I do want to take a moment

to welcome a new member
to the group tonight.

Everyone, this is Angela.

All: Hi, Angela.

Now, Angela,
as this is a sacred space

where it is safe to share, I do invite
you to share with us tonight.

I'd rather not.

[CHUCKLES]

That's okay.
There's no pressure here.

Everybody participates
at their own pace.

Now might be a good time
to take a quick potty break

and let you caffeine drinkers
get your fix of free coffee.

Are you all right, dear?

Hi.

I'm Oscar Kosca.

Spelled with a SCA
but pronounced like a Z.

Nobody gets it right.

Angela Jitrenka.

Ah, it's Czech, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, Jitrenka.
It means morning star.

Like Lucifer.

I'm sorry?

Lucifer was also called
Morning Star.

Venus is actually
the morning star

since it precedes the sun
in the sky,

but the Romans
called it Lux Ferre.

Lucifer.

I thought he was the devil.

And God's most beautiful angel
before the fall.

One of the avenging
angels, actually.

You know a lot about this.

Well, my daughter,

she knew all the angels.

She knew their names.
She knew which one was for what.

You know, all that stuff.

Her room was just covered
with angels.

Just wings and..

And I'm sorry. Excuse me.

She's dead.

His daughter, I mean.

The guy who raped her
got off on some technicality.

She killed herself.
Cops and lawyers, right?

He's way fucked up.

I need a smoke. Want one?

[coughs]

First time?

No, but it's been a while.

First group.

Yeah.

Don't worry. I won't ask.

I'm sure I'll hear all about it
in one of our little weep sessions.

How do you stand it?

Ha, it's better than
slitting my wrists.

I think.

Look, it's not...

I mean, I keep coming back,
you know?

It must be doing something.

But some days...

Some days
I'd rather not think about it.

You know?
Of course, if I could do that,

I wouldn't be here
in the first place.

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

Maybe I'll see you around.

You're not going back in?

I've had enough victims
for one night.

See you next time, maybe.

What's up, baby girl?

I waited for you all night.

What's the matter, sweetie?

Got something special for you.

Something special? [chuckles]

I hope you've got a tennis bracelet
down your pants,

'cause there sure ain't nothing
special about your cock.

It is a cock, right?

It's not just like
a little puffy pussy?

Back off, bitch.

Oh, is that the best you got?

You're never gonna get laid
with game like that, Chief.

Get a job and a nice car,

not that piece of shit
I see you driving around in.

If you want pussy,
you're gonna have to pay for it

'cause I really can't see anybody
fucking you for free.

[SCOFFS] Dykes.

It's a sad thing
when a straight woman

would rather eat pussy
than fuck your sorry ass.

Men: Ooh! Shit!

- [MEN LAUGHING]
- What the fuck was that, man?

Don't mind them.

Their cocks make them stupid.

It's true.
I saw it in a documentary.

It sucks all the blood
from their brains.

The bigger their dicks,
the dumber they get.

He must be hung like a horse.

Come on,
you're buying me a drink.

- I live right there.
- Where?

- On 14th.
- I'm on Elm.

No kidding?
We should scissor each other.

[LAUGHING] Shut up.

So Chief's dad

owns some, like, electronics
franchise or something.

He's hardly an urban gangster.

Well, if it's an act,
it scared me.

I mean, do they have
mothers, sisters?

How do they learn to speak
to women like that?

You know what? I don't give a shit
how women are spoken to

or objectified by rap music lyrics
or whatever.

I mean,
people got raped in palaces

where everybody spoke poetry.

I'd rather he talked to me
like that than pretend.

At least it's honest.
I mean, like, talking nice,

it is just, like,
dressed-up bullshit.

Yeah.

- Like the do-gooders.
- Huh?

Oh, nothing.
There's this guy at my work

who just wants to be friends.

Oh, yeah, he wants you to say hello
to his little friend.

- His very little friend, most likely.
- Yes.

No chance
he's one of the good ones?

There are good ones?

Yeah, sure. And unicorns, too.
Haven't you heard?

- [LAUGHING]
- I'll tell you what.

He does put a hand on you,
you really ought to shank the bastard.

I mean, it's an office, right?
Grab one of those letter openers,

jab it in his inner thigh,
watch him bleed out.

That's graphic.

I'm sorry. I just say whatever.

I don't give a shit.
I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay.

All that political correctness
is pretty irritating anyway.

Mm-hmm.

That group lady Lynne
is really hard to take.

She's a fucking idiot.

Everything with her
is healing and forgiveness.

I can't take that
turquoise Sedona bullshit.

You know, you want
to give these women hope?

Give them vengeance.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not sure
that fixes anything either.

It fixes them.

All these women
in abusive relationships,

they should be learning
how to poison soup.

Yes, but do you have
any extreme views?

[LAUGHS] Look, I'm no angel.

I've done some weird shit
in the bedroom.

But that was consenting,
you know?

When my ex
came at me with his...

that was it.

I'm done.

I'm not kidding.
I'm not gonna be handled again.

Not by anybody.
I mean, you trust someone,

you let them in,
they fuck you up.

Fuck that, you know?
And the cops won't help you.

Nobody will help you.
You have to do it yourself.

You have to walk out
and never look back.

And if that doesn't work,

you take a paring knife
and you fillet it like a fish.

You pull the guts out
and you cut the fucking head off.

How you doing?

[DOG BARKING]

[CRACKLES]

- I'm so grateful for this group.
- Thank you, Kensly.

Want to get a beer after?

- Cassie.
- Sure.

Are you ready to share?

My parents got divorced
when I was seven.

My mom, she took it really hard.

And, you know, really.

Well, it was a big deal
when she met Ron.

You know, 'cause she'd been
so unhappy for so long

and now she was happy again
and everybody was, like, relieved.

And Ron was like this
big hero to everyone,

which I always thought was pretty shitty
when you think about it, you know?

So at first...

At first I didn't say anything,

like, when he started.

And, you know,
the weirdest thing about it

is that I still sometimes
think about it.

Like all twisted around
and stuff.

Like I deserved it or something.

And because of that,

because I didn't say
something right away,

like that meant that I liked
it or something.

I don't know.
It's dumb or whatever.

But that's just the way
I used to think about it.

- Are you kidding me?
- The guy still lives there.

How is that even possible?

Well, the stepdad Ron,
he denied it.

And the mom
never really believed

that anything happened
in the first place, so...

So she just has to live
with a guy who rapes her?

Mmm-hmm. And she's terrified...

Terrified that her mom's
gonna find out about group.

She thinks she's smoking pot
with the neighbour.

How fucked up is that?

A teenager sneaking out
of the house for rape counselling.

Shitty rape counselling.

It's just what I'm always saying,
you know?

Give a woman a fish and she makes
dinner for her piece-of-shit husband.

Teach the woman to kill
the piece-of-shit husband,

and she never has to make
dinner again.

A message of hope.
It's beautiful, really.

It's like an epidemic
of browbeaten women

too afraid to stand up
against abusive men.

I mean,
that's family values for you.

Wives and daughters
trapped in little boxes

stacked side by side
in neat little rows

with monsters in there
torturing them year after year.

That's the institution
of marriage

that everybody
is so desperate to protect

where women are slaves
to paedophiles and wife-beaters.

That's the way
some of them want it.

They get off on it.

Can only come if they're
getting the shit beat out of them.

That's the way mine is.

Yeah, we're gonna need
some shots.

- He's drunk.
- Come on.

Oh, my God.

- [LAUGHING]
- He's so drunk.

[DOG BARKING]

Man moves fast.

He's like the fastest drunk
in the world.

- What are you doing?
- He's got his... I don't know.

- [GASPS]
- That how she likes it?

- You old fuck.
- [SCREAMS]

- [SCREAMS]
- [LAUGHING]

- Whoo-hoo!
- [SCREAMING]

Whoo-hoe!

[CRYING]

[LAUGHING]

Check it out.

Adult circumcision.

[LAUGHING]

If you need a pole that long.

Eh, this is more like it.

This shit is just laying out.

Not locked up or anything,
no background checks to buy one,

and you can do some serious
damage with some of this.

See, I'm an old-fashioned girl
with simpler tastes.

[LAUGHING]

Okay, okay, Madame Thor.

Simplicity.

Bare-knuckle simplicity.

[BOTH LAUGH]

- Ow! Ow!
- Oops.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

Hey!

- Doctor: A friend?
- Isn't that what you wanted?

It's not about what I want.

Oh, can we skip
the Freudian double-talk, please?

No, I call bullshit.

You make a friend and you say
it's 'cause I wanted it?

What do you want?

Nobody out there is gonna
ask you that question

'cause they don't give a shit.

Do you?

- Do I what?
- Give a shit.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

You're a pain in the ass.

I believe that's Carl Jung
you're quoting, isn't it?

Do you trust her?

Do you feel like you
can trust a new person?

What about strings? You said
everybody has strings attached.

You still believe that?

Absolutely.

Bye. Have a good day, Ron.

Bye, honey.

[SCOFFS]

- Cassie, you're not gonna say bye?
- Got a hug for Daddy?

Why are we here?

Bye.

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

I was curious.

Angela: Why?

Some people deserve
a dirty trick.

Like a real dirty trick.

[Engine starts]

And some people

aren't strong enough
to deliver it themselves.

What is wrong with you?

What is the matter?
I don't understand.

Sweetheart.

These are my favourite.

- Damn it, Ron.
- What?

How long have you
been doing this?

Uh, a couple days.

How'd you find him?

[Clicks tongue]
I followed Cassie.

Hey, my mom told me

that a good person does the right
thing even when no one is looking.

He's a real peach, ain't he?

Can we be done playing spy now?

Almost.

He goes home every day
for lunch.

Come on.

- Here, put this on.
- What is it?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

- Pardon me.
- [GRUNTS]

Oh, God!

Stop!

Here, take it.
It's all I've got.

- Take it. Take it.
- Whoo!

[GROANING] Oh, God.

Whoa, this is you, Ron?

- [LAUGHING]
- God.

- Please, just take what...
- No. No.

No, Ron. I'm talking now.

You are listening.

Oh, this isn't your address,
but we already knew that.

You see, we've been watching you

and we're gonna
keep watching you.

And if we see anything
we don't like,

we're gonna pay you a visit.

Do you understand, Ron?

- Please, just...
- Do you understand, Ron?!

[WHIMPERING]
Just say it. I can't talk.

Just say it.

I understand.
Please, just don't...

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Listening again.

Go to the cops, we'll find you.

Harass anyone, eyeball anyone,

so much as make one woman
feel slightly uncomfortable,

and we're gonna
make you regret 'rt.

You are a piece of shit, Ron.

Quit being a piece of shit.

And if you don't, you will pay.

Ow.

You believe me, don't you, Ron?

Yeah.

Good. Now, last thing,

since I can't
have you following me.

[GRUNTS]

[SHOUTS]

[PANTING]

Whoops. Wink.

- [CLATTERS]
- Whoo-hoo.

[SHOUTING]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Can you believe that shit? Whoo!

[PANTING]

What did you do,
you crazy bitch?

Holy crap. Holy crap.
Holy crap, I'm shaking.

My God! Why didn't you tell me
what you were doing.

I was afraid
you'd talk me out of it.

I would have. What the hell?

Holy crap!
I can't believe we actually did it.

You conked him
on the head. A lot.

- You could have killed him.
- I was trying to knock him out.

Yeah, but you just kept
whacking him on the head.

[LAUGHING]

He's probably got a concussion.

I'm sorry, this isn't funny.

This is not funny.

Screw that piece of shit.

Score one for Cassie.

Let's go.

Ron's buying lunch. [LAUGHING]

Cassie:
It's not like he admitted anything,

but I don't know.

It is different.

It meant a lot when he said it,
you know?

Even not saying
what he's sorry for.

Then he's been,
I don't know, different.

Nicer.

I don't know
what happened to him,

but I hope he doesn't
bump his head again

and go back to how things were.

At least now you know.

He gets out of line again,
you just whack him in the head.

[LAUGHING]

I think we're all here
to get away from violence,

don't you think, Marla?

No, Lynny-Lynne-Lynne.
No, I don't think that.

In fact, I think the exact
opposite of that.

Maybe it's time this group of bitches
started getting a little of their own.

[Group laughs]

Hey, where you going?

- I got to meet somebody.
- I thought we'd celebrate.

Can you believe it?

What?

Cassie and Ron.
I mean, it actually worked.

Yeah. I got to go.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just ex-boyfriend shit.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

He's just got some stuff
of mine I've been trying to get back.

I should go with you.

No, it's complicated.

There's a restraining
order involved,

so I kind of have to go
through channels, you know?

Look, I'll meet you Thursday
before group.

- For coffee?
- Yeah, sure.

See you at Monty's.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Hey there. Hey.

Sorry to intrude.

I'm going down to Pits
with Gloria and Saperstein

for some drinks
if you'd like to come.

It's not a date.

It's just co-workers
going out for a beer.

Actually, I tried
to get Gloria to ask you,

but she's...
She's kind of scared of you.

- Scared of me?
- She's sensitive, you know?

- And I'm a bitch.
- Oh, no, no. I didn't say that.

No, I've been mean. I'm sorry.

Look, I'm meeting
a friend tonight.

I completely get it. No.

But, hey, ask me again sometime.

I will. I will.

Or have Gloria do it.

I'll try not to be
so terrifying.

[LAUGHING]
Sure. Have a good night.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [WOMAN] Hey!

- How you doing?
- [MAN] Over here. Come over here.

[CHATTER]

[DOOR OPENS]

- Thanks.
- Sure.

[GROUP TALKING QUIETLY]

Angela, I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's just terrible.
I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

You... you don't know?

I'm afraid that I don't
have good tidings.

The worst, in fact.

And I want you
to prepare yourself.

What?

It's Marla.

I don't know how else
to say this.

Our dear friend Marla Finch

has passed.

Has passed?

I know. I know it's hard.

She's passed on.
She's... she's crossed over.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Anger is a very normal reaction.

A normal reaction to what?

What are you telling me, Lynne?

- Are you telling me that Marla's dead?
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Stop fucking saying that
and tell me what happened.

Angela, I am sorry.
I don't know.

I was contacted
by a police detective this afternoon.

He told me that Marla
had been found dead

and that he needed to come here
to speak to the group tonight.

- How did she die?
- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I don't know.

I know it's a terrible shock.

I think that we need
to be here for each other.

This is a safe place
where we can feel and react

and start the mourning
process together.

[SCREAMS]

[GROUP SHOUTING]

You bitch.

[GASPING]

I'm sorry, Angela.

Oh.

I think that's him.

Sweetheart,
can I get you anything?

Something to vomit in.

Everyone.

This is Detective McDylan.

He's here from
the police department.

Please sit down.

Ahem. Should I...

Yes, please.

Ahem. Uh, hi, everyone.

First of all,
I really appreciate you

letting me come and talk
to the group tonight.

As most of you are already aware,

early this morning we did discover
the body of Miss Finch.

Now this is a homicide
investigation.

I myself, I'm actually with SVU.

A special victims unit
often assists...

I thought SVU
dealt with rape crimes.

Well, we do deal
with assaults, yes.

But SVU also assists
in homicide investigations

when there's issues of abuse.

Was she raped?

Oscar.
You're Oscar Kosca, right?

My name is Koza. Mr. Kosca.

Now, I don't mean to offend
you, Officer McDylan.

- It's Detective.
- Okay, Detective.

This is a sacred circle.

It's a place of trust
and I don't think

it's an appropriate venue

for you to be doing
your... your...

Whatever the hell
it is that you're doing right now.

Oscar, Detective McDylan
is an invited guest.

Well, I most certainly
did not invite him here, Lynne.

And I would not
have invited him here.

And I think it was a big mistake
for you to do so.

- Okay...
- I have the floor, sir.

- I have the floor.
- Okay, okay.

See? This is...
This is exactly what I was afraid of.

The police,
they don't care about us.

They don't care
about the victims.

These guys
with their investigations.

All they want to do
is document things.

They want to dot their Is
and cross their Ts.

You know, our friend
is dead, sir.

And while you're doing
your stupid paperwork,

- a beautiful girl is dead.
- [LYNNE] Oscar!

- [SLAMS CHAIR]
- [GROUP MURMURING]

Oh, my goodness.

That's okay. That's okay.

It's okay. Um, look, guys,

all I'm trying to do here
is just figure out her whereabouts

in the past 48 hours.

So anything you can think of
that might be helpful,

I'd really appreciate it.

Just anything at all.

Okay, tell you what.

I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee

and I'm gonna hang around
for a little bit,

and if you can think of anything,
please don't hesitate.

I'll be right over there, okay?

Thank you for your time.

[GROUP MURMURING]

Sorry about Oscar.

He's a bit high-strung.

Yeah, he seems that way.

His daughter was raped.

Then the guy who did it
got off on a technicality.

She killed herself.

So he's earned his distrust
of the police.

Jesus.

Can you tell me
what happened to Marla?

- Um...
- She was a friend of mine.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Maybe I can help you.
- Yes, absolutely.

If you can think
of anything suspicious

or anybody who maybe had
any kind of problem with her.

- Anything at all.
- So she was definitely murdered?

Unfortunately, yeah.
Yeah, she was.

Was she assaulted?

I can't really discuss
specifics of the case.

It was her ex-boyfriend,
wasn't it?

Would you let me buy you
a decent cup of coffee somewhere?

Sure, yeah.

I know a place.

Great.

Well, it doesn't make sense.

She knew better
than to put herself at risk.

People do stupid shit.

You know, even the smart ones.

I can't tell you how many times
strong-seeming women

refuse to press charges
when their boyfriend or husband

smacked them around or worse.

And you're right,
it doesn't make sense.

She was smarter than that,
I'm telling you.

She would not have put herself
in some kind of a situation

with somebody who could hurt...

What?

Hey, what is it?

If you know something,
you should tell me.

Uh, it's nothing.

No, no, hey.

You should tell me.

I think you want
to tell me, so...

She was a strong girl. Hard.

You think maybe
she was into weird shit,

like, I don't know, rough sex?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

Okay-

- You guys were close?
- Yeah.

I mean, I don't know.

I liked her.

But I only knew her a few weeks.

We used to come here.

She made me feel strong.

- What?
- Nothing, I just...

I see this stuff all the time.

You know,
it's the strongest-seeming people,

the rock everyone leans on,
but at home...

No, she was strong.

She did not take any shit.

Except from
her ex-boyfriend, right?

No, he attacked her
and she left.

Yeah, the last time.

But there are a ton
of domestic abuse calls on her file.

And again,
I didn't know your friend,

but, like I said,
I see it all the time.

These guys, they have a way
of getting under a girl's skin

and they can't shake 'em.

[SIGHS] This guy is a real
piece of shit, though.

And I'll tell you something,
I'd be very surprised if it wasn't him.

I'm sorry, I'm... I shouldn't...

I can't really discuss any details.
You understand?

Listen, thank you so much
for taking the time to talk to me.

I appreciate it, and I'm really
sorry about your friend, I am.

I will do everything I can
to bring her some justice.

I promise you.

Thanks.

McDylan.

You don't bring her justice.
You bring it to him.

Chief: It's sweet, yo.

That's how it's gonna be.

Well, if it isn't my favourite
damsel in distress.

Where's your dyke
in shining armour tonight?

What's the matter, sweetie?
She leave you for a real man?

Don't worry,
I got what you need.

Chief will take care of you.

You don't need that dyke bitch.

[SCREAMS]

What? Thinking about it, baby?

[MEN CHUCKLE]

We got her all scared.

I don't know if she was weak
and just very good at hiding it

or if she was outmanoeuvred.

That's an interesting
choice of word.

What do you mean by that?

Just that maybe things
didn't go as she planned.

Well, what do you think
she had planned?

I don't know.

Not being dead.

She wasn't weak.

A history of abuse doesn't mean
she was some fucking loser

who brought it on herself.

Then what do you think it means?

Hey!

Why the fuck are you
always lurking out here?

I'm just walking to my desk.
What's the matter?

Nothing.

Wow.

[DOOR OPENS]

He walked?
How is it that he walked?

He's fucking guilty.
You said so yourself.

Okay, okay, listen.
I'm really sorry, okay?

These things are complicated

and unfortunately the good guys
don't always get to win.

Who are the good guys? You?

I'm not a lawyer.
I'm not the DA.

So it's her own fault
she was killed

because she was weak
or scared or stupid?

I don't know what happened.
I don't.

I am truly sorry, okay?

I know there's nothing I can say
to make that any better.

I don't want you to say something.
I want you to do something.

Look, what can I do, Angela?

There is a system
in place, okay?

And most of the time
it actually works.

For who? Not for rape victims.

Not for my dead friend Marla.

Listen, you think he did it.
I think he did it.

But there is a burden
of proof here.

And you want that,
do you understand?

Otherwise someone could just
point their finger at you

and send you to jail
because they feel like it.

- He's guilty.
- What do you want me to say?

- They didn't fucking prove it.
- You didn't fucking prove it.

Okay, I didn't prove it.

He rapes and murders my friend
and you just let him walk away.

Not wearing a cape
and a utility belt.

I'm a cop. I did my job.

It's not all up to me.

Yeah?
Well, keep up the good work.

Angela.

Angela!

- Deep!
- [GROANS]

Deep, deep, deep, deep!

[GUNSHOT]

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING]

Where's all the hot girls
up in this joint, man?

There's a handful.

[MAN WHISTLES] Hey.

Where you going?

Hey, come on. Slow down.

What do you want?

I saw you looking at me.

So? I look at a lot of people.

I know you're interested.

I'm not interested.
I want to be very clear with you.

I don't want your attention.

I want you to walk away
and leave me alone.

[LAUGHING]

Hey, come on.

Yeah.

Angela:

I said no.

Come on.
You know you want to feel it.

What, your pathetic little
excuse for a cock?

I thought that
was your clitoris.

Is that all you got, pussy?

[GRUNTS]

- You hit like a girl.
- Yeah?

[GROANS]

You think you're funny,
you prick-tease cunt?

Come on now, smart mouth,
do something useful with it.

[GRUNTING]

You know you like it rough.

[WHIMPERING]

No teeth, show horse.

No teeth.

That's it.
Not just the tip, sweetie.

[MOANING]

[SCREAMING]

Just the tip, sweetie.

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

[GURGLING]

This is for Marla, show horse.

[GRUNTING]

It's like a switch gets thrown.
It just comes out in a rush.

And what is it that makes
you so angry?

Because it just keeps happening.

People are such animals.

Only they're even worse

because an animal doesn't relish
in the pain it causes.

An animal doesn't get sadistic
pleasure from torturing others.

- Only humans are that cruel.
- You're human.

Do you get sadistic pleasure
from committing acts of cruelty?

Fuck yeah, I do.

Sometimes.

Yo, Angela. Angela.

There's a detective
here to see you.

- Is everything okay?
- No.

I've really got a lot of work to do.
Can we play cops and robbers later?

Where were you on Tuesday night?

Is this official police business
or are you stalking me?

Marla's ex-boyfriend
was murdered on Tuesday.

Somebody beat him to death
with a crowbar,

amongst other things.

So what are you saying?
You think I did it?

[SIGHS] No, no.

But Bolton's definitely
gonna want to talk to you.

- Who's Bolton?
- Lead homicide.

- It's her investigation.
- What do I have to do with anything?

Well, you did come on pretty strong
when he got out, right? So...

So now I'm a murder suspect?

She's gonna want to talk
to all Marla's friends.

I barely knew her.

Well, she didn't have very many
friends outside of group, so...

She didn't have
any friends in group.

- She hated everybody.
- Except you.

Look, you said yourself
that this guy is a scumbag.

I mean, maybe it has nothing
to do with Marla at all.

No, the nature of the crime
suggests otherwise.

So what?
I mean, he was murdered.

So was my friend.
And if there's no justice for her,

then why should there
be any for him?

He was a piece of shit.

And to be honest,
I'm glad that somebody killed him.

Well, that's exactly what you don't
want to say in this situation, okay?

God damn it, you're more interested
in catching his killer

than you are in punishing hers.

Listen, you have
to calm down, okay?

Or Bolton is gonna have
a field day with you, trust me.

Okay?

Thank you for telling me.
I appreciate it.

But, you know,
if I'm not under arrest,

then I really need to get back
to my shitty job.

Hey, Angela, look. [sighs]

For what it's worth, I am sorry
you're mixed up in all of this, okay?

You should really leave
the murder investigations

to the homicide detectives.

[SCOFFS]

[CASSIE CRYING]

I can't go back there.

I don't know where to go.

I don't know what to do, but...

I can't take it any more.

You know, she pretends
like she can't hear it, but...

it hurts.

He really hurts me.

And...

I think he likes it.

Enough, enough, stop.

Cassie, I'm sorry.
I just... I can't listen to this any more.

It's too awful.

- [SLAMS CHAIR]
- It's got to stop!

Somebody...

Somebody needs
to stop this horrific man.

He must be stopped
and he must be punished.

Truly punished.
No. No, Lynne, no.

Someone should hurt him.
He should hurt.

He should...

He should be anally violated
with a metal pipe.

No, somebody
should do something.

Somebody should do something!

[CRYING CONTINUES]

Sorry, we're closed
for the night.

Very sorry.

I hate to bother you,

but I've been back and forth
like three times

and I just can't
find this address.

The buildings
don't have numbers.

Yeah, yeah,
it's tricky around here.

Sweetie, this is...
This is close.

It's just a few blocks that way.

That's what I thought,
but I just keep going back and forth.

You know, this isn't
the best neighbourhood

and this isn't far.

What if I walk you?

That would be great.

Okay? Okay-

Let's go.

Well, this is the address.

I don't like the looks of it.

Me neither.

Maybe I should come in with you.

Hello.

Weird place.

- I like it.
- Yeah?

Want to play?

What's the matter?

You don't like me, Daddy?

Oh, no, I like you just fine.

I'm not too grown up,
am I, Daddy?

I'm a bad little girl.

Daddy.

Sure you can get it up
for someone over 17?

We told you we'd be watching.

- [CRACKLING]
- [SCREAMING]

What?

Help. Help!

[GROANS]

Please, somebody help me!

God! Help!

You're awake.

Who are you?

What are you...
What are you doing?

Come on, let me out of this chair,
you fucking bitch.

God damn it,
get me out of this chair.

What... what is that?

What are you...
What are you gonna do with that?

I'm gonna educate you with it.

You should know
how it feels to be raped

over and over again.

I didn't do anything to Cassie.

Cassie?

I didn't say a name.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

She...

We had trouble,
she and I, but it...

It's better now.

[whimpers]

Did you pose for Cassie?

Please.

Do what you made Cassie do.

Come on.

Pucker up.

[KISSING]

[LAUGHING]

[GRUNTS]

You suck at oral, Ron.

[CRYING]

[SHRIEKS]

[GROANING] Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Please.

Please, I need a doctor.

Not for very much longer.

I'm sorry.

I have a... God, I have a family.

[GROANS]

Don't you dare try and use that.

Please.

I'm begging you.

[CRYING] I'm... I'm sorry!

Yes, you will be.

[GASPING]

You don't deserve the lubricant,

but it just won't
go in otherwise.

Oh, God, please don't. Please.

Please don't. Please, please.
I'll do anything you want.

Please, just tell me what
you want me to do.

That's a tough one, Ron.

'Cause what I want
you to do is suffer.

Oh, no! I'm begging you.

I'm... Oh! Oh! Oh, God!

[SCREAMING]

Oh, God!

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Oh, take it out! Take it out!

Take it out, please!
Please, please take it...

Out? It's barely even in there.

We have a long ways to go.

[RON SCREAMING]

No! No!

- Oh, God!
- Hold still.

Oh, fuck.

It's hard to hit
when it's wiggling like that.

No. no, no, no!

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING STOPS]

[BLOOD GUSHING]

Forgive me, Father,

for I don't give a shit.

Do you even want forgiveness?

Only people who are sorry
can be forgiven.

Are you sorry?

Don't you think that if you
get even with somebody,

then they have to get even with you
and the problem perpetuates itself?

Not always.

Like when?

Do you have any remorse
for what you've done?

Why should I?

Have you considered that
forgiveness might be a way

for you to release some of the anger
that you've been carrying around?

So am I forgiven?

Do you forgive yourself?

You're not responsible
for what happened to you.

Some people do bad things.
They make bad decisions.

Maybe somebody
did bad things to them.

But the only way out
is forgiveness.

I'll never forgive them.

They deserved to be punished.

But does that really help
you heal?

Maybe not, but at least they got
what they deserved.

Do you think you
deserve to be punished?

[CHATTING]

Should we wait for Lynne
or just start without her?

Everyone, I'm sorry
for the intrusion,

but this is the police.

You don't say.

I'm Detective Glenn Bolton.
This is Homer,

and McDylan I guess
you've already all met.

We'd like to ask you
all some questions.

Jesus.

You must be Mr. Kosca.

It's pronounced Koza.

Why don't we start with you?

Can we get a couple chairs?
Just set them aside

so we can speak to Mr. Kosca.

Koza.

And if this has anything
to do with Marla Finch,

I hardly knew the woman, okay?

So why don't you just leave
me out of this?

- You know Ron Merrick?
- I most certainly do not.

Oh, I think you do.
You threatened him the other night.

- I did no such thing.
- Right here in group.

Something about a pipe.

Mmm, does that ring any bells,
Mr. Kosca?

- Koza! It's Koza.
- [LYNNE] Oscar.

Hey, remember me?
I'm Detective McDylan.

I'm not delusional, Detective.
I know who you are.

- You don't have to handle me.
- Okay, what about Cassie?

You remember Cassie
from group here?

Huh? Cassie's stepfather
Ron Merrick was murdered.

Now that's three murders
with ties to this group.

Marla, her ex-boyfriend,
and now Cassie's step...

I didn't... come... guys, come on.

I come to group because it's supposed
to be a safe place to share things.

Hey, listen, all we're asking

is that you consider us
just new members of the group.

Just for tonight, okay?

Maybe we can find out something
that might be helpful.

We might not find anything,
but we'll never know if we don't ask.

All right?

Now that's three murders, guys.
We have to be here.

We have to talk to everybody.
You understand that, right?

I mean, you'd want that.

You don't want us
to make any mistakes.

Right?

You prick. How dare you?

Now? Now you're supposed
to be all caring for us?

You know what?

I think we'll have a little more
privacy down at the station.

You can share with all of us
downtown, Mr. Kosca.

Get your hands off.
Get your hands off of me.

Get your hands off me!

[SIGHS]

Well, that was real subtle.
You handled that very well.

- Bring them all in.
- [WOMAN] What?

[GROUP MURMURING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Front desk, please hold.

Hey, what's going on with Oscar?

Oscar is spending
the night with us.

You don't really think
he killed Cassie's stepdad.

He's not capable
of something like that.

Well, maybe you don't know
people as well as you think you do.

He's got a history of making threats,
did you know that?

The accused in his daughter's case,
the DA, the lead investigator.

These are the kinds of threats
people remember, too.

Did he actually do any of it?

Has Oscar actually hurt anybody?

I don't know. That's what
we're trying to figure out, okay?

So if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna get back to my shitty job.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hey.

You all right?

Do you want to talk about it?

Well, if you change your mind,
I'm a good listener.

Thanks. It's all right.

Okay-

Oscar.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Do you have a few minutes?

I read about
your daughter's case.

They really botched it.

It's bureaucracy.

All these functionaries

who only know how
to push paper around.

When the facts don't match up
with the paperwork,

they discount the facts.

They lost his DNA,
so he didn't rape my daughter.

Yeah.

I bet his high-priced lawyer
paid someone to lose it.

They couldn't move
forward without it?

No, without physical evidence,
it's her word against his.

And they made her out to...

To look like a slut.

And it devastated her.
It just ruined her.

And all this time, knowing this guy
Watson is still out there.

Why are you suddenly
so interested?

Because I know
how your daughter felt.

Hopeless.

One of the guys who raped me
was a cop.

You never talk in group.
You never say anything.

There were five of them.

I thought the sheriff
would protect me.

I was wrong.

Were they caught?

They weren't arrested,
if that's what you mean.

[SCOFFS]
You know, you tell your kids

to trust the authorities, right?

Call 911, call the cops.

Emma didn't want to do it.
I had to convince her to do it.

I told her,
You've got to do this.

You've got to report this guy.
He's just gonna do it to somebody else.

But the day that this guy walked,

I'll never forget the expression
on her face,

the disappointment
that she had in me.

Not in the cops,
not in the lawyers, but in me.

Because I told her to do it.

I let her down.

I think justice has a way
of finding people.

Yeah, well,
I've given up on justice.

How did her rapist get
a restraining order against you?

I thought if he saw my face

that he wouldn't forget her.

That maybe he would confess.

He owned this gym.
That's where it happened.

So I went there every day

and I talked to everybody
who went in and out of that place

and I wanted them to know
what he did.

So what does he do?

He turns around
and he sues me for libel

and gets a restraining
order against me.

He sold that gym,
but he's still a fucking trainer.

Some sleazy place
on 17th Street.

They made it sound
like you were dangerous.

[LAUGHING] Come on, look at me.

Compared to Watson,
that creature.

But I should have
done something.

I should have done something
to make things right.

Even if it meant me going
to jail for the rest of my life,

I should have done something.

Doctor: But you're not talking
about punishment,

you're talking about vengeance.

Taking the law
into your own hands.

I'd rather that
than leave it in nobody's,

which is where it is now.

You believe that?

Don't you?

Set aside for a moment
the countless rapists

who go unpunished,

what about people
like Cassie's mom?

Sewing her daughter
up to a monster.

She gets a big pass.

She's not even in the system.

Who's gonna make her pay
for what she did?

That's not your job.

Don't you think she's been affected
by her decisions?

No. That's bullshit.

I saw her
and she looked fine to me.

Everybody has their own problems,
their own destiny.

You need to worry about
your choices and actions.

I thought that was your job.

[SIGHS]

You know what I'm hearing?

Is that after everything
you've been through,

you have essentially
learned nothing.

No.

I've learned a lot.

[CRACKLES]

Why are you following me?

[GASPING]

Who hired you?

Fuck you.

[GASPING, COUGHING]

You fucked with the wrong guy.

[GRUNTS]

You're not gonna like this.

You fucked up, you stupid cunt.

[WHIMPERING]

[CRACKLES]

[GROWLING]

[CRACKLING]

This is gonna hurt a lot.

Police!

What the fuck is this?

Get your hands on
your fucking head right now.

You following me?

Hands on your head,
get on the ground now.

Is this cooze bait, is that it?
Entrapment.

Put your hands on your head
and get on the fucking ground now.

Fuck you, Pig-

Hey, hey. hell-

Okay, okay.

Angela, can you hear me?

Okay, okay. You're okay.

You're okay.
Call a fucking ambulance.

[SIGHS]

You all right? Yeah?

- You up for a few questions?
- Sure.

Great.

Okay-

Let's see.

- The knife was yours, right?
- Yes.

The Taser I'm not sure about

because it had your fingerprints
on it as well as his.

It's mine. I was raped.

Of course I don't go out
without defensive weapons.

Naturally.

And now, why were you
in that part of town?

I was looking at a gym on 17th.

On 17th.

So you were eight blocks
north of there.

I got lost going home.

Thought someone
was following me.

Guess I panicked.

Why not a gym
in your own neighbourhood?

Can't afford it.

All right, well, the gym explains
the change of clothes.

You found my bag, good.

But not the lighter fluid.

I was returning it.

- To whom?
- The store.

- It was the wrong kind.
- For what?

A lighter.
Started smoking again.

It was used.

I opened it before I realized.

What store?

Pharmacy on 15th.

- Where was the receipt?
- In the bag.

And the man? Who was he to you?

The man who attacked me.

Hmm.

So who's the little girl
in the picture?

It's just a girl.

Just a girl whose picture
you wear around your neck?

It reminds me of something.

Oh? What?

Innocence.

You need to be reminded of that?

I know who she is.

Chastity Storch.

Her father
was a Louisiana sheriff.

Killed in a murder-suicide

with some inbred
redneck buddies of his.

You know,
there was one missing piece.

Someone the police
wanted to talk to.

Jennifer Hills.

Why did you change your name?

I didn't want to be
Jennifer Hills any more.

All right,

let's just cut the shit, okay?

We've got you, you understand?

Do you understand?

See, this, all this,
it's just a process.

You know, the system.

But it's done.

We're not idiots, Ms. Hills.

And, you know, it's actually
a very easy storyline to follow.

You become buddy-buddy
with Marla Finch from group

and, you know, yes,
that was a terrible,

terrible thing
that happened to her.

Then the boyfriend walks

- and you snap.
- [snaps fingers]

I understand that.
I honestly do.

And there are some days, whew,
I want to do the exact same thing.

And then that girl,
what was her name?

Cassie. Jesus.

I can't imagine
what it was like sitting there

listening to that little girl
talk about being raped

by her stepfather and not wanting
to shove a pipe up that guy's ass.

That's actually what your buddy
Oscar suggested doing, right?

That exact same thing, huh?

- You know what?
- Hmm?

Now that I think about it...

Lynne seemed especially
upset about it all.

Have you looked into
her whereabouts?

Yeah, well, we didn't find Lynne

in a fight to the death
with Cole Watson.

Who's Cole Watson?

Man, don't kid yourself,
Jennifer.

We're looking at full-blown
premeditated murder.

That guy attacked me.

And if you hadn't shot him dead,
he would have killed me.

I'm guessing they're not gonna
charge you because you're cops.

[CHUCKLES]

That's funny.

You should hold on
to your sense of humour.

You're gonna need it.

Do I get a lawyer?

Or is that just for people who you
haven't already decided are guilty?

[PHONE RINGING]

She wants to make
her phone call.

Detective McDylan...

Detective McDylan!

I did it.

- [WOMAN] Oh, my God!
- [MAN] Everybody get back.

- I killed them all.
- Jesus Christ.

- No!
- I killed them all.

- I did it.
- McDylan: Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance now!

I murdered them.
I murdered them.

I murdered them.

Hey, Angela.
I'll give you a ride.

Go fuck yourself.

- I'm sorry about Oscar, okay?
- I'm sure you are.

Just let me give you a ride.
I'm trying to help you out here.

Like you care!

You fuckers are no better
than the rapists.

Let me ask you something.

Did you spend this much time
investigating Marla's ex?

Or were you saving
that all for me?

Honestly, if I had any idea
how incompetent the police were,

I would have spent my life
hiding in fear.

Angela, don't leave town.

I'm serious.
You skip bail, you're fucked.

I'm fucked already.

So are we gonna talk about it?

What's there to talk about?

Are you gonna tell me

that you ran into a door
or fell down the stairs?

[LAUGHING] Yeah.

Like you want to hear the truth.

Try me.

The truth is you want justice,
you take it for yourself.

No one can give it to you.

Is that how that happened?

You're damn right it is.

[SIGHS]

Maybe you were able
to exact some justice,

but it doesn't seem to have
brought you any peace.

I'm not finished yet.

[PANTING]

Angela.

Man, is that you?

Buy me a drink.

I think you've already
had a few.

Let me give you a ride home.

I'll bet you want
to give me a ride.

I'm sorry, excuse me?

You can drop the polite act.

Come on, Angela. Man, let me...

Let me just take you home.

I thought you wanted to fuck me.

Whoa, hey, I don't...
I don't know... what is this?

What do you want it to be?

Angela, come on, you are completely
freaking me out right now, okay?

Look, I'm gonna go.
You gonna be okay if I go?

Do you think I need a cock
to protect me?

Yo, is that a knife?

What, this?

Yo.

No, what the...?

Angela, what is wrong with you?

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[DOG BARKING]

Chief: Hey, honey.

Showing it off, huh?

That's real nice.

Let me see
what you're working with.

Mm, such a sweet ass.

Though if you're gonna
show it off like that,

you ought to let me have some.

Is that how it works?

Do I have to wear a sheet
to keep you from raping me?

What the fuck?
Nobody raping anybody.

Hey, what happened to your face?

I fell in love.

What?

What's the matter?
Don't you like me any more?

Bitch, you better
back the fuck up.

Come on, Chief.
I thought you had something

you wanted to show me.

[LAUGHING]

Come on, you gonna
turn down a little blowjob?

What? What the... come on.

[SCOFFS]

You serious?

Why don't you come over here?

Find out for yourself,
tough guy.

Wait, what?

Right here in the middle
of the park?

It's not gonna take that long.

Shit, I mean...

[GRUNTS]

Oh, shit.

Oh, your foreplay needs work.

Hey!

[GRUNTS]

- Hey, hey.
- Stop right there.

Okay. Okay.

Take one step and I'll slit
his fucking throat.

Hey, Angela, put the knife down
and get off him, okay?

You gonna read me my rights?

You're okay.
Just put the knife down, okay?

I have the right
to remain silent.

[SCREAMS]

Angela.

- Anything I say...
- Put the weapon down.

- Can and will be...
- Angela, don't!

- Used against me.
- [GUNSHOT]

Time's up.

So soon?

Feels like we were
just getting started.

And yet it's been two years.
You're out of here Friday.

How about you try
to keep out of trouble?

You think you can go
three days without fighting?

Maybe.
But if somebody steps up...

Well, you have a choice
in how you react.

You don't always
have to retaliate.

Predators and prey, Doc.

All right, a condition
of your probation

is that you continue therapy,
and I hope that you will try

finding a new group.

I know you had a bad experience,

but can you just set down
the attitude for an hour

and try to stay open?

[SIGHS]

Yeah.

All right. I will.

Really? That's great.

You know, you can make
better choices for yourself.

I worry about you.

I know you do.
And I appreciate it.

Okay, then.

You can wait
for me outside, please.

Wait for me outside.

[Radio chatter]

Back up, bitch.

[GROANS]

[SHOUTS]

[GROANS]

Stop it!

[GRUNTING]

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