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911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

Why is this happening?

I'm talking serious!

Why are you doing this to me?

I have two more en route to the investigation.

4218 south bound, 0-1132.

371 to Medic-6...

O2, no release from the nebulizer.

We've tried two times in the past 30 minutes.

Here you go, Samantha.

Thank you.

You rolling?

This is Samantha Sellers reporting to you live

at a very active criminal investigation.

At home of the author Alan Schaeffer,

- whose pseudonym... - Oh, my God!

- Oh, man. - You've gotta let me in. You've gotta let me in.

I told you something was wrong. I told you!

Like stepping into a freaking sauna.

Okay today is my last crime scene,

but you my friend... oh, mm, mm...

you better get used to smell of blood in the morning.

Come on.

It's nothing...

About damn time! I called over half an hour ago.

There are other people sir.

Sure I'm the only one who's gonna die today.

What do you mean you're gonna die today?

If you leave me alone yes I will.

Why would you say that?

Because I know.

How?

I just do, trust me.

Don't you think you're being a little over dramatic.

No, I don't think I'm being a little over dramatic.

The hell was that?

You see you heard that.

It's outside.

You wait here I'll check it out.

Oh, no. No, no don't leave me here.

Stay here, I'll be right back.

I told you something was wrong. I told you.

Line 64 on...

Alex, Alex, I told you something was wrong.

So what do we know so far.

- Well... - What do you think?

I gotta get in there. I gotta get in there.

You know, the first 5 minutes of your first crime scene

will shape your entire career...

So pay attention and do not interrupt me.

There are two kinds of people, criminals and morons.

And for criminals are two kinds of people cops and morons.

We work for the morons.

Stay there don't move.

- What was it? - It was a raccoon.

A raccoon? There are raccoons around here?

What do you want me to say?

In a city it's rats, here it's raccoons.

Where are you going?

Going back to the security base.

You can't leave me alone.

Why what, are you afraid of raccoons?

Is that what's gonna kill you tonight?

- Don't condescend to me. - I'm gonna go.

Please don't leave.

Believe me, my life is in danger.

I'm gonna go.

Look there's something I didn't tell you.

At least listen to what I have to say.

I'm on duty. It's yours.

As you may know, I'm a writer.

That explains it.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You creative types you have vivid imaginations.

As a matter of fact I do.

But this isn't some product of my imagination.

- No? - No.

Okay, I'm a relatively well-known writer.

Have you heard of me?

I didn't think so.

But have you ever heard the name Ivan Tanner?

Yeah, I think I have.

Well I wrote two books about this character "Icaro's Blood"

and "The Way of Evil," both made The New York Times

bestseller list.

I've just finished the trilogy with "Alter Ego."

What does that have to do with anything?

Ivan Tanner the character is a violent psychopath.

The first book I wrote featuring him

made a fortune, put me on the map.

And I signed a deal for two more installments

I've just finished the third

and I need to deliver it tomorrow.

and once I do I'll be okay.

That's great but what does have to do with anything?

I don't understand.

I've been getting hate mail.

Not just social media Twitter trolls,

I mean letters, delivered here, written on paper.

Death threats.

Threats on my life all signed by Ivan Tanner.

Wait, that's it?

You don't understand.

Ivan Tanner wasn't the main character of the first book

he was the antagonist, the murderer.

and then he took on a life of his own.

He just became the protagonist of the second book.

Now in a sick way, I owe everything to him

and he's coming to collect his due.

Don't you think maybe you're overthinking this a bit.

A fan. Maybe some asshole's trying to get in your head

- Not possible. - Why?

I use a pen name.

The public doesn't know who I am You didn't know who I was.

Look, this is way too much for me.

- I'm gonna go back to the base. - Where are you going?

Going back to the security base.

Did you not hear everything I just told you?

- Weren't you listening? - Oh, I was listening.

Look, what do you want me to say?

What do you want me to do?

If you hear or see anything I'm right down the road.

If something happens give me a call.

And instead of drinking this shit,

get some rest, you'll feel better.

Hey, Alan, it's me your manager, bud.

You know forget about the business part

I am your friend and I just wanted to know if you're okay.

So I'm having some thoughts.

are you sure you want to go ahead with this?

You know Ivan Tanner's has been really important for us and...

Hey listen, just give me a call and we can talk about it.

You can call me anytime.

It doesn't matter what time just just call me

Why don't you give me a call and we can talk about it.

There's nothing to talk about.

I knew it, I knew it.

Everybody hates her. It's Lili Cintron, nice woman.

She owns the crime scene.

She doesn't allow a fly, a smoke, nothing.

- Bueno. - iYa! - Bueno.

But the key is keep it simple.

Look at this cars.

What's going on, I need to know.

Find out what's going on over there.

At the end of the drive way.

Oh, my God, It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

You didn't tell me everything.

- What do you mean? - You know what I mean.

I don't. I'm not following you.

Don't you think you left some important details out of your story?

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

Yeah? How about some guy's life you ruined?

That's what I'm talking about.

When you were out earning a fortune

you ruined some poor guy's life.

- That wasn't my intention. - It wasn't your intention,

but the fact is you ruined some poor bastard's life.

It's not my fault.

So you knew about this.

And you didn't tell me, why?

I didn't think it was relevant.

Oh, you didn't think it was relevant. Why?

Because he is some nobody from Bumblefuck, Louisiana?

Couldn't that be the guy that's sending you

fucking death threats?

When I named my character,

I didn't know that there was a real Ivan Tanner.

It's not exactly a common name.

Don't you do your research?

Don't you, I don't know Google, have attorneys?

Anyway, I didn't know that by naming my character

I would affect someone's life.

Lots of fictional characters share names with real people.

You know, that's the problem with people like you.

Excuse me. People like me.

Yeah, people like you. You live in your own little bubble.

Not giving a fuck what's going on in the world

- or whose life you ruin - That's not true.

Yeah? Tell that to Ivan Tanner.

Still, that can't be it.

- Why not? - As I said, nobody knows I'm the writer.

Oh, yeah?

Somebody knows

Obviously somebody knows.

The mother fucker writing you letters, he knows.

Okay, okay, somebody knows

- But I really doubt it's some swamp dog from Louisiana. - Why?

I don't know, I just don't think...

I mean, can this guy even read?

Wait a minute, are you for real?

Are you really judging me?

By what right do you judge me?

Huh? I am a writer. I create worlds, man.

When I create a character I don't have time to wonder

if that character happens to have the same name

as some schmuck from some backwater.

Everything I create everything comes from up here.

I don't write something to fuck with someone's life

it's all a fiction, it's not real!

Besides, when I wrote it I had no fucking idea

it was going to be a success, I just wrote it.

I didn't think people were actually going to read it.

That's right yeah, yeah.

I did okay for myself.

I made a bucket load of cash. Since when was that a sin?

I'm not going to apologize for that.

- Yeah? - That character made me.

He had a family you know.

Wife, kids...

I mean it's all it's all online,

He had no problems with the cops he paid his tax,

went to church, he was just an average guy.

What's your point?

You know how they died right?

Who?

The family do you know how they died?

Yeah, an accident.

In a fire, burnt alive.

He had a fight with his wife and toast.

His whole family's gone.

I read he was never the same.

But the cops, they cleared him.

But nobody believed him, they tried to lynch him...

I mean literally tried to lynch him.

Yeah, it's a goddamn human tragedy.

What does it have to do with me?

What it has to do with is he comes from a small town

and people read. Let's just say,

your character, your book, put a bullseye on Ivan Tanner's back.

And your Ivan Tanner, well you helped put it there.

Look, he killed a man, one of the guys

that were trying to get him in the mob,

self-defense I get it.

But people think it's an inspiration of some psycho

living out some self-fulfilled prophecy.

And the cops... the cops they never found him.

I read he spent the last night in the burnt out dwellings

of his home and then he disappeared.

- You didn't know did you? - Not all the details.

I avoided it.

Thank you for bringing me up to speed.

- There's more. - More?

Are you doing an exposé?

It's all online I just read everything,

everything's on Ivan Tanner.

There's this unsolved murders.

Suddenly the FBI is looking for Ivan.

- I know about that. - Oh, you knew about that?

Yes, they contacted me.

The killer's M.O. resembles some things I wrote.

- So you knew about that? - Yes.

- But they're speculating. - Speculating?

It's like you inspired these murders.

The killer, he's making it obvious

by leaving traces behind.

That is so typical of him.

What do you mean?

- Leaving traces. - How do you know?

Well, that's something he does because my character

- also does it. - The character...

Talking about a character?

Who gives two shits about your character?

Look, we're talking about a real life human being here

Not some character.

This guy's a real life fucking psychopath.

This is real, man.

You know what instead of sitting there

drinking your Johnny Walker Black,

your whiskey, your scotch you know what I would do?

Instead of bothering me every 5 minutes?

I would get my shit and I would get the fuck

- out of here that's what I would do? - Really? Really?

- Yeah. - I should run?

Where? Where should I go?

This is my home! Damn it. This is where I live.

And it's supposed to be safe

I shouldn't have to feel like I'm living in fear.

I pay a lot to live here a place with good security

and that is your job, friend.

I'm not your private security.

I have other people to deal with.

I get that, I get that there are other people in this community.

But what you don't seem to understand

is that today, on this day,

he is coming to kill me.

Today?

Why today?

What's different than any other day?

Why today?

You see that?

That manuscript contains the events

that lead to the end of Ivan Tanner.

Do you feel better now?

It's all my fault. I tried to stop it.

I called so many times.

I know who you are. You're the one who made a call.

It's too late.

You don't understand I know the man that lives here.

I need to get in that room. You better let me through.

You know what? Stop it.

Okay?

- You're not going in there. - I'm like family.

Actually, I'm more than family, I'm his agent.

Listen I know the man that lives here

you need to let me through right now.

No, listen. I don't...

- I'm like family. - ...understand what that means. Okay?

And I don't care. You're not going in there, okay?

I was supposed to keep the series going.

I could have gone on for at least another four books,

Money in the bank.

But I decided to kill him off.

My agent keeps calling me as in every half hour

He's going nuts he can't believe it.

I mean why would I kill the golden goose?

He doesn't understand.

And by the way, the situation is not good for him either.

In any case, the publisher is sending a messenger

to pick it up in the morning and this nightmare

will all be over.

We're talking about some psychopath

and you're talking about some some goddamn book?

How does it change anything if you kill this fake character?

- What does it change? - It changes everything.

It changes absolutely everything!

How are you not getting this?

You know what?

I can show you why today is so important.

What the fuck is that?

Postcards!

I know they're postcards. What are you showing me for?

Read where it came from.

- Louisiana - Read the date.

April 28th.

That's the day he killed the guy from the lynch mob.

Read this one.

New Mexico.

The day he killed two men in Santa Fe.

This is fucking nuts.

Yeah.

This is from Arkansas, this is where he

killed a guy for the truck.

And this one is from the day he killed a hitchhiker in Virginia.

This is crazy.

Now do you understand?

But why does it mean he's going to come tonight?

This one arrived today.

New York.

There's a storm coming.

You see why I didn't want to open it?

- No zip code. - Voilà.

That's exactly why I didn't want to open it.

Why I keep saying you need to stay.

- That's not rain. - No.

It's clear follow me.

Hey, hey, hey, your safety's on.

Look, if you want to cover me,

don't make a fucking sound.

You got me.

Don't think about moving.

Wait for me.

- Sir. - Sergeant?

I have a family member here

No, no. You don't understand.

What's in that room is a valuable manuscript.

I need to get in that part of the house

That's not a house anymore, it's a crime scene.

And no unauthorized person may enter, so...

I am authorized. I'm his friend I'm his editor

and I'm his manager.

I need to get that right now.

Well, buddy, here's my card.

Call me in a few days, I'll see what I can do for you

but for now this authorized personnel

will take your statement, okay? Go ahead.

- Hey, keep it simple. - Got you.

Come here, sir.

Let's go home. Nothing we can do here.

Come on.

Sweetie, let's go.

It'll be okay.

Defibrillator.

Don't let her any closer.

Si, señor. I mean, yes, sir.

- You're in charge of here. - Yes, sir, I got it covered.

Hey, you scared the living shit out of me!

I told you not to move.

- What's that? - Move!

Tell me what happened!

Enough!

What's enough?

You leave me standing there like an idiot.

I hear, like, a fight or a struggle out there

And you don't say anything.

I mean what the fuck happened out there?!

I'm not a moron, I'm not, a I'm not a fucking child!

Yeah?

How the fuck am I supposed to treat you, huh?

Just tell me what was that out there?

You tell me what happened out there.

Oh, you don't know?

Tell me what happened out there!

Oh, you're the the writer the the imaginary guy

the guy with the imagination the smart guy.

Imagine what happened.

What do you...

Do you feel helpless? Is that what it is?

You feel helpless.

Not being in control, you feel alone?

I really think you're a smart guy.

Fuck!

Mother fucker sit down.

Sit down! you see...

You see how your story turns?

How's that for a change of story, huh?

Say goodbye to your, alter ego.

Aah!

You want to play? Let's play!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

There's a huge obstacle here.

Welcome to the second act.

Mr. Schaeffer?

Mr. Schaeffer?

Mr. Schaeffer, wake up.

Mr. Schaeffer, wake up.

Wake up.

Your novel is calling you.

- You surprised me. - Why's that?

I didn't think you put up such a fucking fight.

So where are we going with all this?

- What's my name? - What?

My name. Say my name.

Say my fucking name!

Tanner.

Ivan.

Ivan Tanner. Don't forget it.

Mr. Tanner, I'm really sorry about...

- Shut the fuck up! - ...what happened to your family

This is no time to talk about family,

I have none. You...?

What about me?

You surround yourself in your work...

Books, characters, ego, fear.

What do you know about family?

Know what the funny thing is?

I'm your family.

I'm talking about your work.

Tonight...

...we're gonna have some fun.

Wrong hand.

Aah! Agh! Aah! Agh!

How's it feel?

The book!

The book!

The book.

The book is interesting.

Resolution? A little easy, rushed.

But you did introduce my character.

Which is basically the only thing that saves

this somewhat...

mediocre book..

"The Way of Evil," hmm.

Alan, it's me again.

Listen I just... I don't know what's going on.

And I don't want to bother you.

And I know you're a creative sensitive genius and all,

but I hope you made peace with Ivan Tanner.

It would be really great though if you don't kill him off.

Think of all the great things he's given us.

I know it's not just a regular night for you

but if you do choose to finally kill him off

I want you to know that primarily as your friend,

and editor, I will back you up.

In fact, more than that, I want to make

this new book a huge smash.

Okay, buddy?

I'm here for you.

I like him.

You were gonna make money off my death.

Whoo! A New York Times bestseller,

my dick is hard.

Why is this happening?

Because I'm a bad guy.

I'm talking serious!

You're serious?

How about...

you killed my family, everything I hold dear.

How about...

you ruin my life, I'm gonna ruin yours.

How about...

I don't give a fuck about my wife my family

and everything I hold dear.

How about...

I just like to kill.

I don't know. You created me. You tell me.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why... Why am I doing this to you?

Why?

You did it yourself.

You have only yourself to blame.

Own your shit, like everybody else.

You little cry baby fuck.

Ivan, stop.

Stop this.

Stop it now it's enough.

Enough?

I'm just warming up.

You're ahead of me, you warmed up a little faster.

Oh, really? What do you want?

Want money? Give me a number.

Just give me a fucking number.

Money?

Do you really think I want money?

- Yeah. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're not gonna buy your way out of this one, Alan.

This is between you and I.

You and I.

This time you and I we're playing for keeps.

Alan? Alan, are you there?

Honey, please answer me.

Okay, this is it, this is the last time

I'm gonna call. it's been a week now

And I know you're still torturing yourself

with that fucking novel

but, that's why I didn't hear from you, right?

I'm concerned, why are you doing this to me?

Why are you doing this to us?

Alan, just please know you can count on me.

Okay?

Hello.

Okay, everyone, places.

- Here you go, Samantha. - Thank you.

Copy that, we have a car coming down.

Okay.

- Perfect. - Alright.

Did you just offer me money?

Is that what you just did?

Nothing creative? Nothing expressive?

It's all about easy money.

Don't you dare touch that.

- Excuse me? - You're not worthy of getting close to that.

You don't fucking deserve even to be near it.

I created that with these hands!

What, with your own typewriter?

I get it.

This is the only copy.

How eccentric of you.

Your alter ego in that book, is much smarter than you.

You're half the man he is.

Yeah? How so?

My Ivan Tanner is cunning, he's complex.

You're just a dumb brute.

What you've done here today it's uninspired.

It's just a big mess.

You have no plan, no method.

You're blinded by rage, it's put you off balance.

- Makes you predictable. - Yeah?

Tell me what you would do.

Tell me.

I'll tell you what I wouldn't do.

I wouldn't leave the real guard's body

in a place heavily monitored by security cameras.

I'd find a fucking blind spot.

I would have spared myself, and frankly,

my victim the embarrassingly obvious ruse

of pretending to be the security guard.

If my goal was to kill, I would be much more subtle.

I sure as hell wouldn't have left myself so exposed.

I would have just done it, got it over with!

Without having all your coming and going

and everything recorded on the security cameras.

Don't you see that when you were doing all this...

What?

What? What didn't I see?

Do you think I give a solitary, single, royal fuck who sees me?

No one... is gonna take away...

is gonna ruin my fun.

Tell me, are you having fun?

Alan, it's me again.

I'm not calling you now as a friend,

I'm calling you as your manager.

Listen... despite everything that I've told you before

I think you're wrong, deadly wrong.

I believe that maybe it's a good time for you

to make peace with Ivan Tanner.

Take a moment and... and be with him.

He's part of you.

Yeah..listen.

You love him he's your best creation ever,

I love him.

He made us best sellers.

We owe this to him.

Alan, you owe this to him.

Stop this, Alan. Stop it.

I know you're not well. You need help.

If you don't answer me this time,

I swear I'm gonna call for help myself,

Do you hear me?

Alan, get out of that fucking novel!

For once I'm not gonna let you destroy yourself,

or us, for that damn book!

Alan would you just pick up the fucking phone already?!

I'm calling you! Alan!

This is Samantha Sellers reporting to you live

at a very active criminal investigation

of home of author Alan Schaeffer,

whose pseudonym was Sean Alan Smythe

who famously wrote the Tanner Series.

Hello, Mrs. Rothstein.

Lili, hear we got a bad one.

Everything is under control.

Too fucking early.

- Oh, man. Too much blood. - Mm.

- Gettin' soft. - Fuck you. Yes, I'm getting soft.

So what do we have?

Well, the subject contacted emergency services yesterday.

Called a few times complaining of noises

but then he refused the patrol car.

We've been scrambling his private security, right?

Mm-hmm. That's why they were probably pissed

that he was pestering them all night.

What about security cameras they show anything?

Investigators were shocked to make a gruesome discovery

of a dead guard, possibly murdered

from the author himself.

So what'd this guy, you know, do for a living?

He was some kind of a writer.

I am a writer. I create worlds, man.

He may have committed this horrific crime

just as he was finishing his novel.

This is between you and I.

And what's all those pieces of paper?

They're... looks like it's part of the book he was working on.

"What is now proved was once only imagined."

Can you write that?

You feel helpless? Is that what it is?

Do you feel helpless?

Oh, man.

Blake. William Blake.

Why are you doing this to me?

Did it to yourself.

Author Alan Schaeffer known as Sean Alan Smythe

was also found dead at the home.

It's all a fiction! It's not real!

- What was it? - A raccoon.

Raccoon?

- This is not some product of my imagination. - No?

No.

There lies another writer.

Sensitive people.

The name of the novel is "Alter Ego."

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