All language subtitles for Freddys.Nightmares.S02E17.720p.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

(Freddy)
No, no, no.
Don't touch that dial.

Here's what's
on my mind tonight..

(male narrator)
Alex is a sculptor,

dying to sell his work.

As I'm sure you know,
an artist's value skyrockets

just as soon as he or she dies.

Maybe I should just kill myself.

So he decides
to fake his own death.

The critics will eat this up
and we'll be rich.

But playing dead
can be a real nightmare.

The best insurance for my
investment... is to kill you.

On "Freddy's Nightmares."

[theme music]

[indistinct chattering]

You're in Springwood now

and you're all mine.

[screaming]

[laughing]

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

(male #1)
'Music please.'

Well, well.

What have we here?

[chattering continues]

Interesting piece, Alex.

Yeah, it's profound,
it's beautiful.

Not to mention frightening.

Is it Fabina's body?

No other woman on the planet
has such a perfect form.

[indistinct chattering]

And who is this young character?

Alex, I'm glad you came over.

Listen, I want you to meet

a fabulous new
performance artist.

'Alex, this is Art.'

Art, this is Alex.

Fabina's husband.

'It's nice to meet you, Arthur.'

Just Art.
That's my whole name.

First, middle and last.

Just Art.

You see, I'm the answer
to this question.

Yeah, Art's getting
quite a following.

I see.

What is art, sort of takes on
a whole new meaning, doesn't it?

Well, that's the idea, man.

Nobody really knows
the answer to that question now

do they, Art?

- No.
- Ah.

But I know what isn't art.

And what's that, man?

You.

I feel a sudden urge
to use the bathroom.

- Feel a performance coming on?
- Hey!

What I do... is..

Don't forget to flush.

Mr. Marx.

I respect your opinion.

Do you think this work

is something I might
be able to sell?

Something perhaps
you would even buy yourself?

It's a very disturbing work.

Yes, it is.

But it makes
a powerful statement.

I'm afraid powerful
statements don't sell.

In fact, only two things do.

And what might
those two things be?

The work must either be so
beautiful and attractive

that you want to have it
in your living room.

Or it must be so valuable
that it's a good investment.

And, uh, what is your
opinion of this statue?

This I'm afraid..

is neither.

I see.

I read that you paid
two million dollars

just last week for
a very ugly Levinsky statue.

Now tell me,
did you pay that price

because it was
a very good investment?

Oh, yes, Andre Levinsky
is a very good investment

because he's dead.

As I'm sure you know
an artist's value

skyrockets the moment
he or she dies.

In fact, possibly
the best career move

Elvis ever made was dying.

[laughing]

Maybe I should just kill myself.

[eerie music]

Bonjour.

[chuckles]

We're here for
the graduation ceremonies

of the famous Freddy Krueger

School of Art, yes.

World-renowned for
producing suffering artist.

We exclusively use the Van G..

[clears throat]
The Van G..

[gags]

Uh..

That guy's method. Ha ha!

Congratulations, class.

Go forth and suffer.

[snoring]

Has the refuse been removed?

Everyone's gone, Alex.

Everyone except, Mollie.

But then, Mollie is someone.

Aren't you, Mollie?

Sorry, we didn't sell
anything tonight, Alex.

Might take some time.

They're not the most commercial
things in the world.

Oh, explain that to me, Mollie.

Commercial art, explain that.

Alex, come on.
Let Mollie go home.

Thanks, Fabina.

[sighs]

Goodnight, Alex.

Goodnight.

[sighs]

Tsk.

Coming to bed?

In a minute.

[sighs]

Hey!

Wouldn't you rather see..

the original?

Flesh and blood
version of that body?

I'll be there in few minutes.

Okay.

[instrumental music]

[sighs]

[panting]

Wha.. Why?

It makes a statement.

A profit statement.

[breathing heavily]

Not you too.

Everyone at the party heard you
say you should kill yourself.

'So that's what
it'll look like you did.'

I'm gonna be rich.

[grunting]

Honey, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.
I'm okay. I'm okay.

I... had a nightmare.

[chuckles]
You tried to kill me.

Now, that's silly.

Why would I do that?

I love you.

Do you?

You know I do.

Wouldn't you prefer
a, a younger man?

Someone who's
a little more stable?

You're not unstable.

You're just, um..

full of passion

and creative energy.

And that's exactly
what I love about you.

[instrumental music]

I don't see why I can't wear
something underneath all this.

At least underwear.

I can't move.

Well, I worked a year developing

just the right cement compound.

Forms to every contour,
every muscle, every detail

So?

So, you took my class at
the university, don't you, Otto?

Yeah.

Well, then you should understand

the complex beauty
of the human form.

Believe me, I understand.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

- 'Fabina.'
- Mollie, Hi.

Alright.

I'm gonna cover your nose
and your mouth.

I want you to breathe
through this tube.

Good. Alright.

Now, we're gonna
cut you out of there

just as soon as it all dries.

Alex, it's for you,
she says, it's important.

Alright, alright.
I'm coming.

One second.

Go ahead and put
that last piece on him.

Alright.

Hmm. Hello.

Now, Otto, just
try to relax, okay?

I know, how uncomfortable
this can be.

I've been covered
by ten of them by now.

Only I didn't
have my head covered.

Okay, just breathe.

[shouting]
You did what?

I'll be right back.

[mumbling]

Well, thanks for nothing.

What?

That bitch she went
and sold my statue.

[grunting]

(Fabina)
'Oh, that's great!'

(Alex)
For a thousand bucks?

It was worth at least ten grand
she didn't even check with me.

[mumbling]

(Fabina)
Come on, Alex.

Forget it.

Just channel that passion
into the new work.

[thuds]

Oh, my God.

Hey, are you okay, in there?

[drill whirring]
Hey!

Don't worry, Otto, I'll get
you out of there in a minute.

[whirring]

[intense music]

- What did you do?
- I-I put the last piece on.

Like you told me.

You're suppose to leave the tube
in there so he can breathe!

[panting]

I thought I did.

It was an accident.

I-it was an accident, I swear.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Call the police,
what else can we do?

Oh, what if..

What if they wanna
put me in jail?

Alex, what are we gonna do

Alright, wait a minute here.
Wait a minute.

This can work for us.

What?

We can keep you out of trouble
and we can solve

our own money problems
all at the same time.

Oh, I don't understand.

We get Otto out of the cast.
We pour alcohol over him.

Put him in my car
and send him over a cliff.

What? Are you insane?

He's not gonna care.
He's already dead.

[sighs]

Cops will find the car.

They'll identify it as mine.

Uh, because the body was already
covered in so much alcohol

it'll be too burnt
to be recognized.

They'll assume it was me.

I can't believe
you're saying this.

You don't get it, do you?

In the eyes of the art world

I'll be dead.

Play up my death.
Make it sound laureate.

Sensational, an outrageous end

to an all too brief
passionate life.

Oh, boy, the critics
will eat this up.

'My works will
skyrocket in value.'

'And we'll be rich.'

- You're serious, aren't you?
- 'Dead serious.'

Yeah. Very dead serious.

Come on, we'll move to Paris.

Get a little flat
below Montmartre.

Open up our own
little artist cafe.

What do you say?

[intense music]

Can we get a house
in the Riviera?

(Fabina)
'I killed a man today.'

(Alex)
'It was an accident.
Now, don't torture yourself.'

Look, in a couple of months
we're gonna be in France.

Couple of months.

I don't know, if I can
stand to wait that long.

Hey, you've got the easy part.
You can come and go.

You know, I've gotta stick
around cooped up in here

I'll go stir-crazy.

You can keep doing your work.

What good is that gonna do
I'm dead, remember?

I'll say I found
them in storage somewhere.

I didn't even know they existed.

We can do a whole series.

The lost works of Alex McFain.

Right.

[instrumental music]

[door opens]

You look great!

Alex, don't start, okay?

No, really<TO

The full flush of morning
on your face.

Excuse me if I seem
a little pale.

I've been here for four hours
carrying on

a scintillating conversation

with these four headless freaks!

And I had been buying food.

For four hours?

Well, I ran
some other errands too.

Errands.

And what is this errands name?

What's that suppose to mean?

Is it that performance artist
that you're so fond of?

What's his name?
Oh, yeah!

Who can forget Art?

What are you talkin' about?

I haven't seen Art since
our party months ago.

Well, you're doing it
with someone

because you're sure not
doing it with me.

[scoffs]
Alright, if you must know.

I spent the last few hours

driving all over the place

trying to find... this
magazine for you.

Mollie told me about it.

(Fabina)
'Take a look on pages
78 through 95.'

It's a whole spread on you.

Aside from saying
you were a genius.

It says your art
has skyrocketed in value.

Garrett Marx himself has bought

over two million dollars worth.

I'm sorry.

[mumbles]

I-I-I'm scum. I'm..

I'm worse than scum.

It-it's just that

I've been locked up
here for months.

And seeing you come and go
it's-it's making me nuts.

Look, I-I-I'm sorry.

[sighs]
It's-it's okay.

I-I gotta get out of here.

I-I gotta take a walk
or something.

No, Alex, you can't do that.

This is a small town.

Someone sees you
and our whole plan is ruined.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

We are going to Paris..

not to jail.

[chuckles]
Hmm?

[chuckles]

Okay?

[crickets chirping]

[siren wailing]

[man laughing]

I suspected you might
try something like this.

[sighs]
Mr. Marx, I..
I can explain.

No need.
I understand completely.

You faked your death to increase
the value of your sculpture.

It's fine with me.

You see, I've acquired
almost all of your work.

Well, then we can, we can both
benefit from my little secret.

You don't need
to worry about me.

I won't tell anyone.

The question is..

How can I be certain that you
won't do something stupid

like go out in public?

Now it seems the best insurance
for my investment..

is to kill you.

- For real.
- Bu-b-b..

[screaming]

[gasps]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I think, it's time
we, uh, sold the statues

and just leave town.

[sighs]

I don't understand
why it took you so long

to find these statues.

Ah, I didn't know Alex,
had that, uh, warehouse space

where they were stored
until yesterday.

I got a notice saying
that they were evicting hi

for not paying the bill.

Do you know how much
these things are worth?

Um, no, not really.

Let's just say..

you'll never have to
work again.

You mean you
can still sell them?

[chuckles]
They'll be lining up
at my door.

I'll send a truck over
first thing in the morning

to pick them up, okay?

I'll be here.

Thanks, Mollie.

Poor, Alex.

He'll never get to enjoy
all this money.

You'll just have
to enjoy it for him.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(Alex)
'Did you hear that?'

You'll never have to work again.

I like the way
she put that, huh?

[laughing]

(Fabina)
Isn't that great?

Um, listen I have to go
to the travel agent

and pick up the airline tickets.

Oh, you have to go right now!

[scoffs]

Well, yeah. I told him
I'd be there this morning.

How far is this, uh,
travel agency?

I don't know, about, uh..

fifteen minutes each way.

Good, then you should be back
in about half an hour, right?

Give or take. Why?

Because if you're not,
that way I'll know

that you're at his place.

Whose place?

Whoever, whoever
you have an affair with.

That, that punk
with the tattoo maybe.

[scoffs]

You know, not that
you deserve a reply but..

why would I'd be so anxious
to go to Europe with you

i-if I'm having an affair
with another guy, right here?

[sighs]

I'll be back in half hour.

[sighs]

[intense music]

[Fabina chuckling]
'Oh, yeah.'

'Oh, yeah.'

[moaning]

[chuckling]

[moaning]

Hey, man, what do you
think you're doing?

[grunts]

[sighs]

[speaking in foreign language]

[intense music]

Whoa, hold on! Now, you think
about what you're doing.

Why? The moment's happening.

What, what, what moment?

It's a piece called
performance art.

It's called Art Imitating Death.

[thud]

- What are you doing?
- Uh, cleaning up, honey.

[door creaks]

Hi, Alex, how's the water?

Mollie, uh..

No need to get up, Alex.

You don't seem
very surprised to see me.

Of course not, Alex.

I knew you were alive all along.

What?

[chuckles]

This has been the happiest
time of my life, Alex.

I got to trade
the collected works

of the late Alex McFain

'which are worth more money
than I ever dreamt possible.'

Do you know why
I'm really happy?

No. Why?

'Cause I get to
keep the original..

[dramatic music]

Just, what's that
suppose to mean?

[sighs]

You were right, Alex.

I was having an affair.

We're in love, Alex.

You're not serious.

Mollie..

what are you doing?

I'm repeating history, Alex.

You're about to die again.

[scoffs]
You know, I just never knew

you had such a sense
of humor, Mollie.

Why don't you just go ahead and
kill me for real the first time?

Because then we wouldn't have
the lost works of Alex McFain.

Why these statues alone will
net us five million dollars.

(Fabina)
'Plus, we wanted to wait
until the smoke cleared'

from your first death.

That way no one will miss you.

Can't murder a man
if he's already dead, right?

(Fabina)
'Look up, Alex.'

Meet your maker.

No!

Hey, you!

Coming to my boudoir?

[chuckles]
I want to show you
some etchings.

[laughs]

Probably, a real good
investment too.

I mean, after all, I'm dead.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Wow! Too hot.

Stacy, you're spilling
crumbs all over.

So?

So, potential roommates
are coming over.

Who's gonna wanna live with us
if we look like slobs?

I don't know.

Another slob?

[bell rings]

Do me a favor, Stacy.

Don't act like a wild woman.

Only if you do me a favor, Gina.

Don't act like you have
a stick up your butt.

[door opens]

Ooh, there, looks like
I took the express elevator

straight to heaven.

Who are you?

I'm Art.

Ooh, burn.

Um..

I'm looking for Fabina.
Is she around?

Oh, there's no one
named Fabina living here.

[chuckles]
I just got back into town,
she's not even here?

[bell rings]

Uh, apparently not,
so, if you'll excuse us

we have company coming up.

Oh, I'm sorry, uh..

- Sorry I bothered you.
- Hey, it's okay. No harm done.

[elevator rumbling]

Um, I'm here about
the female roommate wanted ad.

Oh, yes, come in. I'm Gina.

- Hi.
- This is Stacy.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Art.
Gina's and Stacy's lover.

They share everything.

Um... I was kind of
looking for a bigger place

Thanks, anyway.

- Bye.
- Bye.

May I ask why you did that?

You certainly may.

I figure..

if I can chase off
one perspective roomie

then my odds get
that much better.

Odds of what?

Moving in with you girls.

- Not a chance.
- 'Why not?'

I mean..

you said you needed
a roommate, didn't you?

Afe

Male, female,
what's the difference?

Yeah, Gina,
what's the difference?

Art seems kind of fun.

Stacy, we'll lose our privacy.

We won't be able to
go to the bathroom

without putting
clothes on first.

(Art)
'Sure, you will.'

I-I can hang a sheet
from the corner

and, a-and that'll
be my bedroom.

I really need a place to live.

I just got kicked out
of my apartment.

Oh, great!
So, you're a troublemaker.

No, I..

[instrumental music]

I rescued a stray dog
that was hit by a car.

And I took it home
and nursed it back to health.

A-and then my landlord found out

and so he kicked me out
'cause he doesn't love pets.

[sighs]

I've been sleeping
in my car ever since.

Well, where's the dog?

Oh, I-I, I had to give it
to a family that, um..

had a kid to love her and..

this yard to play in.

Well, what do you say?

Save me from the homelessness.

Oh, we don't even
have a bed for you.

I can sleep in the bath tub.

Well... okay.

'Under one condition.'

'If it's not working out'

we can throw you out
at any time.

'Okay?'

[chuckles]
You got yourself a deal.

Deal?

Huh? That guy cut a bad deal.

Has he ever heard
about the old saying

whoever can't live with him

can't live..

with him.

[laughing]

[footsteps]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You're studying.

I'll come back.

What do you want?

Well..

I sense you don't
like me very much

and I figure if we're
gonna share this place

we should get along.

So?

So, I thought it might be
nice we could talk a little.

I'm really not that bad of
a guy once you get to know me.

Okay. Let's talk.

[chuckles]

So..

I see you're into ecology.

[sighs]
It's important.

I know.

Tell me more about
what you're into.

Maybe I can get involved again.

[chuckles]

Somehow I doubt you were ever
active in ecological causes.

[sighs]
That's where you're wrong.

I spent all of '88 on
a boat with a friend of mine

cutting tuna nets
to save dolphins.

You? I'm sure.

Scout's honor.

The only reason we quit
was because one of the..

tuna companies..

put a price on our heads.

See this scar?

'Harpoon.'

One of the fisherman shot me
when I was cuttin' his net.

How do I know that's
not from a motorcycle accident

or a football injury
or something?

[instrumental music]

Why would I lie
about something like this?

To make me like you.

[chuckles]

It's a good reason.

But I'm telling you the truth.

It's the reason
I'm in Springwood.

I figured the fishermen
will never look this far inland.

Well, I have to study.

Can we continue
this conversation later?

Yeah. Sure.

[instrumental music]

Study hard.

[doorbell rings]

Who is it?

'It's Troy Richardson,
friend of Art's.'

'Is he up there?'

Let him up.

Yes, come in.

Your friends always
visit this late?

No, something must be wrong.

[knocking on door]

Oh, my God.

Arthur, they're in town.
They found me.

Barely got away.

Art, they were trying
to kill me.

Troy, Troy, slow down.
Who did this?

Fishermen, two of 'em.

You need to go to the hospital.

I wanted to warn you Art.

Who are you?

This is Gina. My new roommate.

Gina, this is my friend Troy.

[groaning]

He was in the boat with me.

[groaning]

Listen, man, I'm taking you

to the hospital.

I'm sorry about this, Gina.

- Is there anything I can do?
- No, no, no.

I'll be back later.

[intense music]

[doorbell rings]

- Who is it?
- 'It's me Art.'

How long have you been home?

An hour maybe. Why?

I just buzzed you in.

[elevator rumbling]

[Gina whimpering]

[screaming]

[screams]

[exhales]

- What?
- I was just wondering.

Weren't you afraid out there?

Out where?

Out at sea.
Saving the dolphins.

Weren't you scared you
would get killed or something?

Yeah, I was scared.

But I figured..

hundreds of dolphins lives

were worth risking
my one life for.

[sighs]

Well, goodnight.

[instrumental music]

I was just wondering..

do you find me attractive?

I think you're the most
attractive woman I've ever met.

Strange.

Suddenly you're the most
attractive man I've ever met.

[music continues]

Oops. Sorry I didn't know
you weren't dressed.

Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know
you weren't dressed.

Oh, it's o, it's okay,
you can come in.

I-I just, I just wanted to talk.

Oh! About what?

Well, I figured as long
as we are going to be roommates

you know we oughta get to know
each other a little bit better.

Okay. Sounds good.

Come on.

[sighs]

So you're a Bon Jovi fan?

Oh, are you kidding?
He's all I listen to.

How about you?
You like Bon Jovi?

To tell you the truth,
I'm a little tired of him

after hearing live every night
for a year.

Oh, God, don't tell me
you're one of those groupies

that followed him
around everywhere.

No, no.

I worked, uh, security
for the, uh, Brotherhood tour.

Get out of here, you did not.

Yeah, I did.
Well, not for the whole tour.

Just... till I was injured.

You were injured?

Yeah, see,
there was this big guy..

you know one
of those groupies that you

just accused me of being.

This guy, he would follow us
everywhere we went.

And every night he tried to get
to Jon Bon Jovi backstage.

Finally, one night in Detroit

he got a little too close
and I had to deck him.

'That's how I got this.'

[gasps]

Turns out that this guy
was the son

of this big mobster named
Tony Pucelli.

That's a great fairy tale.

Tell me another one.

I'm telling you
the truth, I swear.

That's why I'm in Springwood.

I figure..

I figured, Pucelli's thugs

the-the-they'll never look
in a small town like this.

Yeah, and I suppose they have
a contract out to kill you?

No, not to kill me,
just to break both my knees.

Alright, look, I gotta study.

Alright, I'll leave.

Okay.

But I'm hurt
that you don't believe me.

[chuckles]

Okay.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello.
- 'Yeah, pizza delivery.'

Oh, that's mine. Buzz him up.

(Stacy)
Oh, okay.

You planning
to share that pizza?

With a girl
who thinks I'm a liar?

I didn't mean that.

Artie... how are ya?

Guido, how'd you find me?

Hey, you should know
by now, Artie

you can run but you can't hide.

Mr. Pucelli,
he wants your knees broke.

That's what I'm gonna give him.

Why don't you beat it on
outta of here, buddy?

Well, well, well,
what have we got here, Artie?

New girlfriend?

You leave her out of this.
This is between you and me, man.

What's your name, sweetie?

Stacy.

Stacy.

Hey, Stacy, you ever do it
in an elevator?

Hey, I said leave her alone.

You're one dumb guy, Artie.

Now, you're one dead one too.

[grunting]

There's a cop who hangs ou
at the station down there.

I think he might like
to meet a guy like you.

I'll be back.

[dramatic music]

Hope I didn't hit you too hard.

No, I couldn't feel a thing
with this cup on.

[both laughing]

I tell you, man,
that one would have earned us

an A in stage combat class

Yeah, you think she went for it?

I don't know.

[both laughing]

[elevator whirring]

[door slams]

I thought you were in jail, man.

Mr. Pucelli takes care
of his people.

What are you gonna do?

My boss wants your knees broke.

That's what he's gonna get.

[screaming]

[screams]

[sighs]
It's only me.

Oh, you scared
the hell out of me.

Gosh, that mobster guy
has you pretty jumpy, huh?

Yeah. I guess, so.

You really worked for Bon Jovi?

[chuckles]

Yeah, for, um, almost a year.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I bet you met a lot
of pretty girls on tour, huh?

Yeah. But, uh, none of the
came close to you.

Oh, God.
You don't have to say that.

I know I don't have to say that,
but it's true.

You're spectacular.

You're pretty special yourself.

[instrumental music]

[both chuckle]

Let's get naked.

[laughing]

He's kinda cute, isn't he?

Mm-hmm.

That poor boy
is in so much danger.

He told you about that too?

Mm-hmm.

You know what we should do

We should change the locks

Oh, I doubt if that'll help.

The guys that are after him
could probably

get through anything.

Yeah.

That mob guy is pretty tough.

Mob guy?

Yeah, the guy that's after Art.

I didn't know tuna fishermen
are tied to organized crime.

Tuna fishermen?

Yeah, that's who's after Art.

Tuna fishermen?

Yeah, he cut their nets
to save the dolphins.

Is that what he told you?

Yeah. Why?

[sighs]

What did he tellyou?

(Gina)
'Oh, A-A-Art.'

[intense music]

Good morning, Art.

Morning.

We've been comparing notes.

You are one hot lover.

Hmm, red hot.

But we thought you could be
just a little hotter.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

[screams]

[chuckles]

Good morning, girls.

We want you out of here
by nightfall.

Why? We were getting
along so good.

You know why you son of a bitch.

Take your scars,
take your lies and get out.

Wait, wait, wait.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

'Two beautiful girls like you'

should not be living
in this awful neighborhood.

'You need a guy around
to protect you.'

- A guy like me.
- Yeah?

And who's gonna protect us fromy

Get lost, dirt bag.

[instrumental music]

You sure you don't
want me to stay?

For your own safety?

Just get the hell out of here.

Okay, listen good.

Everyone does as they're told
and nobody gets hurt.

Well, if it isn't Art's friend.

What's your name?
Is it Troy?

No he called
himself Guido for me.

Oh, you're a very good actor,
pal, nice voice change.

Shut up!

Girls, this isn't
who you think it is.

Now put your hands up.

Why you think you can scare us

into letting you stay here

Hey, I don't know anything
about this. I swear.

Hey, I already killed
four people

three more ain't gonna make
much difference.

- 'Now do what I say.'
- No way.

- Not a chance.
- You want me to kill this guy?

Gina.

- Sure!
- We don't like him much anyway.

Pick up the gun!

Very good performance.

Kick him like you did
last time, Art.

Pick up the damn gun.

Now, point it at him
while I call the cops.

You know,
you could have at least used

a realistic looking gun,
that one's so fake.

It's a real gun, Gina.
Point it at him!

Games' over, Art.
It's fake.

And I'll prove it.

No!

[intense music]

[both sigh]

Very good.

- Nice death scene, guys.
- Mm-hmm.

Is that fake blood like
they use in the movies or what?

Okay, Guido or Troy
or whatever your name is.

We're not falling for it.

Ugh.

[intense music]

That's not Troy.

It's not Guido, either.

Oh, my God.
He's really dead.

(Freddy)
'Some people say
anything to get'

what they want from a chick.

This guy said
he was a friend of mine.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

[laughing]

Hey, babe.

[theme music]

[music continues]