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Hey!

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Hey lady, are you okay?

Hey! Wake up!

Hello?

Die

Easy night tonight or?

This week on In Search of Niagara's

Myths and Madmen,

we followed the Killer and his possessed 1978 Newport,

simply known as the Beast.

We meet the people in his life who watch him struggle

to achieve his life goal as a serial killer.

This week on In Search of Niagara's Myths and Madmen.

I'm a mechanic. Pretty much sums it up.

I've known the Killer since 1988.

But this was before he took on the persona of the killer.

Back then, he was called Doug.

Well, I always thought he was kind of strange, you know,

like I'm no professional,

but this guy is lacking some serious people skills.

The killer watches nervously

as James attempts to determine why the Beast won't

start.

Well, your battery still holds a charge.

I think it's probably your alternator.

You might have to upgrade to a higher amp.

I don't even know if you can get one around here, man.

You probably have to go online

That doesn't even solve the problem about why it stalled in

the first place.

I'm telling ya. You should get rid of this thing.

Get something more practical.

The beast is dead right now.

Ha! Oh, dude!

I think he wants you to give the car mouth to mouth.

How did you become acquainted with the

killer?

Well, every Thursday our mothers would get together for

Trivial Pursuit.

We'd all hang out. Dale and I always had a good time.

What do you think of that, Killer?

When the Killer was around,

he refused to take off his mask.

So we couldn't go swimming. His a sacrificial gown

kept getting stuck in the BMX spokes.

I mean, this guy is allergic to cut grass.

There's not a whole lot that you can do when he's around.

So yeah, we just figured eventually he'd just (bleep) off

if we just keep ball busting him, right?

But you know, he stuck around,

took all of our jokes like a pro.

Eventually, he kind of grew on us actually.

His mom is hot.

Hi guys.

I'm so nervous.

I've never had this many guys in my house before.

Can I get you anything, a beer or anything?

We're good. You look great, Rita.

Thank you.

Nothing to be nervous about at all.

Okay.

We're just going to ask you a couple

questions about your son.

Just try to answer them as honestly as possible.

Keep it really casual. It's just, just us in the room.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm ready when you are.

Perfect.

How do you feel about your son's life goal of being a serial

killer?

What?

Well, that's kind of why we're here.

Oh, you mean because of the mask and the car thing.

Oh, that's just a phase he's going through.

He'll-he-he'll grow out of it.

He'll move on to something else. That's what kids do.

Does your son have any communication with his,

estranged father?

Um, not really.

And I'm not even sure if he's around anymore, and we're

better off not finding out if he is anyways.

After the interview concluded,

I invited Rita back to James's garage,

in hopes to capture a bonding moment between mother and son,

but she had her own agenda.

Hey.

Goodness, that was so nerve-wracking.

Nah, you did good.

Yeah. What was your name?

Justin.

Justin, yeah.

I could go for a few drinks right now.

Where's a good place to get a drink around here?

I actually have, like, a full fridge of pretty much

everything you could think of.

You have beers?

Definitely.

Condoms?

Did I say that?

I meant, I meant hard stuff.

You have some hard stuff.

I'd totally do her, you know, but I tried once,

but the Killer totally cocked blocked me.

What a dick.

You know, as kids, we always have dreams.

What we want to become,

and, uh, most of us just become victim of the

mundane nine to five lifestyle. Not the killer.

He wants to see his dreams come through to fruition.

Takes an enormous amount of effort to live the

lifestyle he's chosen.

Especially when you fail consecutively each and every time.

I think the only reason James, like, works on his car

is 'cause he's known him for so long,

and kind of feels bad for him, right?

Besides, no other garage will serve him.

'Cause he walks in there. Right?

Looking all-like creepy and shit. You know?

And they're like, "nope."

You know, you know, right? Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't really feel sorry for him, man.

I mean, he chose this.

James, would you consider yourself an accomplice?

Accomplice to what?

His murders?

Listen, I don't know what he told you,

but he hasn't hurt anybody.

But what about the Cooks Mills incident on Pearson road in

2006?

Listen, this is how it went down.

What the fuck?

You fucking pervert!

No. I wasn't looking at you peeing, okay?

I'm bird watcher. I study birds.

What do you do? You just jerk off to girls,

here, in the middle of fucking nowhere?

No! I haven't touched myself at all. I don't do that.

Maybe at home, once in a while, but not--

Yeah, whatever! You little bitch. I'll kill you. Fuck you!

Oh, this is very embarrassing.

What are you, a sicko? I'll fucking fight you you piece of

shit! You got a little fucking dick. Yeah, that's what I

thought.

My dick's not really that small.

What?

What.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yep. I planned this.

I planned it just the way it happened. Bam! First kill.

Okay, listen to this, officer.

Jay was just-just driving, but he didn't understand what was

on the street.

It was some kind of a road structure. But being Jay, he got

a little defensive.

As it turns out, the driver who hit the girl was

quite the character himself.

Apparently he's some kind of local celebrity,

so the police deemed him a reliable witness and officially

on the record was recorded as an accident.

But Jay is innocent. Jay is innocent.

Freakazoid's innocent. This world is innocent,

Officer. Freakazoid.

Hey, man. You wanna get in on this?

What? Why not?

What are you talking about, man?

The sound guy and the camera guy on their way over here to

get in on this sesh.

Got a light?

No, no it's off.

♪ Never knew an asshole, 'til I met an asshole like you. ♪

You know, man. Your mom's hot.

I almost did her once!

It's funny when you say, "asshooole."

No it's not recording.

Oh, shit.

Look at him looking. Look at him looking.

After diagnosing the charging system with no

issues, James discovers the real problem was a clogged fuel

filter that was blocking the fuel supply from the gas tank.

After that quick fix, the Beast is ready to roll.

Say, "asshole" again.

After two weeks in the hospital,

the Killer was released.

He wandered aimlessly around James's property, tormented

by his failure and grief-stricken with

his loss of the Beast.

Although his wounds had healed, the emotional scars were

much deeper.

I've never seen him like this.

He's given up. Nothing left behind that mask.

And I always knew this day would come, but

I didn't think it'd be this depressing.

The killer spent a week moping on the couch,

watching reality shows and eating cheeses until James came

up with a plan to boost his morale.

It will be worth it. Trust me.

Look, me, Dale, the documentary crew,

we all felt pretty bad for you when the Beast got destroyed.

So we all pitched in and got you a little something.

This is the new Beast.

Now, I know it's not like your old car,

but it's not the car that matters.

It's the driver behind the wheel.

Just gotta believe in yourself.

Like we believe in you.

You know the documentary crew chipped in a little bit.

Dale over here, he jumped in the pond and got your Sumerian

dagger.

Man, we made a killing on eBay with that, by the way.

Yep. Went in the pond.

Yeah, I've got six leeches on me and 13 ticks.

One of them even burrowed into my second asshole.

You wanna go for a test drive?

Wait for what?

Tonight,

the gates of hell will open.

Pain and suffering will line the bowels of the abyss.

As the moon is high, the slaughter will ensue.

The Beast is hungry for flesh, and it needs to feed

on the innocents.

There is no escape,

no place to run,

And no place to hide from the ultimate and pure evil.

Fuck my life.

Take your time with it.

Yeah, I gotta take my time.

You're going way too fast.

I did go fast.

Way too fast.

Take one

Jay was watching his windshield wipers going

swoosh, swoosh. And he slammed into this

and she went up into the air and came down like a strawberry

Popsicle.