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[THE SHOCKlNG BLUE'S "VENUS" PLAYlNG ON RADIO]
[PHONE RlNGING]
MAN [OVER PHONE]: Morning, sleepyhead.
-Morning. OTlS: Hey, baby.
I can't stop thinking about tonight.
You excited, Kim?
You have your dress all picked out?
Yeah. l guess so.
Can't wait to see you in it.
Didn't l tell you, "Don't bite your nails"?
Yeah, l know l did.
I'm sorry.
OTlS: My mom helped me pick out my suit. I think it's super groovy.
It's gonna make you hot.
Is it making you hot, Kim, thinking about me?
Yeah.
Whatever.
[OTlS MOANS]
OTlS: Is it? Is it making you wet?
Kim?
[ELECTRlClTY CRACKLlNG] [KIM YELLlNG]
KlM: Yes. Yes, it is.
OTlS: lt is what? KlM: It's making me wet.
OTlS: Oh....
Say my name.
Oh, say my name, Kim.
Say my name.
KlM: It's making me wet...
...Otis.
It's prom night.
It's gonna be magical.
How we gonna get?
How we gonna get? Say the words.
Wild, wild, wild.
No. No more.
No prom, no fucking prom.
Fuck you and your fucking disco ball.
OTlS: Kim, pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone, Kim.
Kim? Play-- Play along, Kim.
What are you doing? Please.... Kim....
Play-- Play along, Kim.
Kim, what are you doing?
No, no, no. No, Kim, no.
Fuck you.
No, Kim, no, no, stop.
You stop it right now, understand me?
You understand? Stop it, Kim. Stop it.
-l told you not to-- -No, no, no--
[KIM SCREAMS]
No. No, Kim. No. No.
[MUSlC STOPS]
Oh....
No, no, no.
No.
Stupid.
We were gonna make it tonight.
Magical.
You.... You didn't love me.
[GRUNTS]
Six weeks!
Huh? Six weeks down the fucking drain!
[GRUNTlNG]
[HlP-HOP MUSIC PLAYlNG ON RADlO]
Day 41 , and still no break...
...in the case of missing Mayfield teenager Ashland Warner.
Weeks of uncertainty have torn this family to shreds...
...as you'll see in our live, exclusive interview.
I swear to god, Kate, I just wanted to, I don't know, punch the guy.
Maybe you should have.
Two hundred square feet of porch shut down...
...because the homeowner's name is misspelled on the permit.
All I'm saying is maybe you should let your anger out once in a while.
You know, stand up for yourself, Will.
Anger is something you manage, Kate.
Yeah, so is cancer, and I'm telling you...
...you sublimate your anger for long enough and you're gonna need an oncologist.
So l should have assaulted the city building inspector today?
And, what, called it preventive medicine?
Well....
-Hey, you hear that? -What?
It's my stomach. That is my stomach, Kate. When did you call this in?
On my way home from the hospital, half an hour ago.
I tried a new place, 24-Hour Pizza.
Slice of Heaven was shut down by the health department.
Rat poison in the pizza.
We actually had a victim admitted to the hospital last week.
Is that the one that--?
Yeah, he puked right on my fucking clogs.
Bless his heart.
MAN [ON TV]: You see this kind of thing on television...
...and it's always happening to someone else...
...and you don't think it could ever happen to you.
That you would be searching for your missing child.
And it's not knowing.
It's torture.
MRS. WARNER: Whoeveryou are, you need to come forward.
-We just want our little girl. -Or what's left of her.
What did she just say?
Four missing girls, dead, mutilated.
One grieving family, hoping against hope...
...that their little girl isn't number five.
And the desperate manhunt continues...
...for a killer known only by a voice on the phone.
A voice who insists that his victim's name is Kim.
Hey, hey, hey. I'm watching that.
They're grief parasites, Will. Bottom-feeding grief parasites.
Riley.
Would you please turn the music down?
The food's gonna be here any minute.
[ROCK MUSlC PLAYlNG ON RADIO]
Assholes.
Ow.
Mom said no hitting.
Oh, did she say hide in the bushes with a camera like a couple of perverts?
-lt was your brother's idea. -Shut up.
What were you gonna do, post this on YouTube so l look like a total loser?
Loser? No, that's for the online viewers to decide.
Okay, take your skateboard and roll home.
You are so dead.
[CAMERA WHIRRlNG]
What is wrong with you?
I wasn't the one dancing nude in front of an open window.
I wasn't nude, you dirtwad.
No, I really wanna know, Reed. It's not a rhetorical question.
What is wrong with you?
Whatever Riley was doing, she was doing it in her own room, Reed.
She has a right to privacy.
She has the right to privacy, but you can go through my stuff all the time?
[CAR APPROACHlNG]
Yeah, because there's something wrong with you.
You're selling pills at school...
...you're making Chinese throwing stars in shop class...
...and now you're videotaping your sister in her underwear?
-You can make anything look ugly. -Reed, please sit down.
[DOORBELL RlNGS]
Food is here.
Reed, please do not walk away while we're talking.
Hey, if you think you're misunderstood, mister, you're absolutely right.
Hi. How much?
Uh....
Nine-- Nineteen eighty-four.
Okay. Hey, Dad? There's not enough for a tip here.
Dad.
Hold on.
Um....
I'm sorry. I wish l had more to give you.
Okay. Thank you. They're still hot. Okay, thank you.
Want a piece of this? I'm in your base, killing your dudes.
[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYlNG OVER HEADPHONES]
Die, fucker. That's right.
-Reed. REED: Go to Sector 5.
You're gonna get wasted. Dude, Scott.
Dude, look out. Douche bag.
Reed.
[MUSlC STOPS]
-Don't you have finals today? -l don't know.
You don't know. This ends now.
-Oh, for fuck.... -What? What did you just say?
"For fuh"? "Fuh"?
For fun, from now on, Reed is going to turn his name into a verb.
You lose that? Fall out of your backpack?
-l already read it. -Oh, yeah. Prove it.
-No, really, I did. -No more lnternet, okay?
No more gaming, not until you get your grades up.
-No way. -Way.
-Dad, l have 1 57 kills. l'm not-- -The frog.
Huh? Yeah, oh-- Your mother told me that the principal...
...suspects you of nailing a dissected frog onto his office door.
-He'll never prove it. -The locker?
Did you stuff some kid into his locker last week?
No.
I thought so.
-Dad.... -You are a sick boy, Reed.
-He is an adolescent. -Yeah, I'm an adolescent.
It's puberty.
-No, it's delinquency. lt's Satanic. -That's a whole other thing.
How am l supposed to get good grades if l can't get online?
-l need to get online for research. -Research.
Oh, yeah, like how to make methamphetamines?
Okay, l gotta go. Wish me luck. I have my big physics test today.
-Oh, you go get them, kiddo. -You're gonna do great.
Why don't you ever get on her case?
Because your sister's a good student. She gets perfect grades.
So does that mean she gets to leave the house without wearing a bra?
-Huh? -Riley.
See you. Wouldn't wanna be you.
-Riley. -What?
Dad, it bothers me, okay? The underwire is very uncomfortable.
You try it, okay? You wouldn't last an hour.
Besides, it's not that big of a deal to go braless.
I work with construction guys all day. It's a damn big deal.
-Now go, you know, put the bra on. -Mom.
Riley, look.
Wear it today, and after school we'll go shopping...
...and l'll get you something more comfortable.
[SCOFFS]
[IMITATES RlLEY SCOFFING]
Not too comfortable.
I'm thinking Kevlar, you know? One of those flak vests.
Okay, you go get them, Papa Bear.
RILEY: Oh.
Hi.
-Help! Help! -Stop it.
[RlLEY SCREAMING]
RILEY: Help!
KATE: Okay, any thoughts about dinner?
Uh, anything but pizza.
Oh, my god.
What is this? No, no, no.
[PHONE RlNGS]
Hello? l need help. I'm in trouble. Please.
-Hi, Kim. -No, my name is Riley Lawson.
I don't know where l am, but I'm chained.
-Please help me. -Relax, Kim.
We're gonna have a good time together, babe.
Hi, Kim.
What do you want, you sick fuck?
Stop-- Stop talking to me like that, Kim.
[PHONE RlNGING]
Pick up the phone, Kim.
-Kim, pick it up. -Stop calling me that.
Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim.
Stop it. You fat loser. Fucking pervert.
I'm not fat, Kim.
And you need to play-- Play along right now.
Go to hell.
Ow! You're burning me.
What's your name?
Riley.
Ow!
You're all the same. There's no way out.
Look, look here. Look, look there.
There's no escape. Just me.
Just us.
Help! Can anyone hear me?
I can hear you, Kim.
I wouldn't do that.
[GRUNTS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Reed, get in here right now, young man.
Reed.
-Where the hell have you been? -Hanging out with Scott.
Wasn't doing anything.
What, did you guys narc on me?
I found it on the side of the road. I thought it was oregano.
-Oregano? -Yeah, the spice.
-When was the last time you saw Riley? -What? l don't know.
-Did you see her at school? -l don't-- No.
Oh, man. So, what, having pictures of my sister, is that a crime?
I can't believe you'd do something like that.
-lt's artistic. OFFlCER: Any idea what kind of people...
-...prowl websites like this one? -People like me.
-Reed. -Predators, Reed.
[PHONE RlNGING]
Oregano, huh?
-You got a drug problem? -Yeah.
It's really hard to get the good ones.
That's enough.
-Hello. -Hello. Hi.
-Good evening, sir. -Who is this?
A boy from school.
I know your daughter.
-You know-- Where is she? -Be cool, man. She's with me.
-Well, who--? Where are you? -We're on a date.
A date. You're on a date with Riley?
No, man. Kim, your daughter. Kim.
No, there must be some mistake. I don't have a daughter named Kim.
My daughter's name is Riley.
Her name is Kim.
I'm gonna hang up if you call her that other name again.
Now, l'm calling, sir, because l wanna find out...
...if I can get your permission to take Kim to the prom.
Prom?
Let me talk to her.
Will you fucking play--? Play along?
[DOORBELL RlNGS]
All I need is your permission, and for you to know...
...that l'm gonna treat your daughter right, okay?
What does that mean?
Treat her with respect, even when I fuck her.
Oh, my god.
OTlS: Nineteen eighty-four.
No fucking way.
[PHONE RlNGING]
Okay, what do you want me to do?
Hey, Kim.
You wanna hang out after practice today?
Practice? What practice?
Football practice.
We're gearing up to play the Panthers.
You wanna hang out a little bit?
Okay.
Yeah. Sure, but then....
Then l gotta go home, because l gotta study, you know?
No, I talked to your dad.
-What? -lsn't it cool? I talked to him.
-What did he say? -Oh, he's cool.
He knows we're dating, and....
I was gonna wait to tell you this, but l can't.
He gave me permission to take you to the prom.
That's a fucking lie.
[DlAL TONE HUMMlNG]
Hello?
[LOCK CLICKS]
Is it so hard, huh?
-Can't you just play--? Play along? -Ow! Ow!
Can't you do it, huh?
Listen, l don't wanna smash your face, because you're pretty...
...but if you keep pissing me off, you're gonna eat your teeth.
Understand?
Yes. l'm sorry.
Okay.
Can you play--? Play along?
Yes. l'll play, play along.
Okay.
Now, you call-- Call me Otis. Okay?
Otis.
Now, what's your name?
Kim.
My name is Kim, Otis.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay. Let's go.
Come on.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
We're gonna be settled here in a minute, Mr. and Mrs. Logan.
-Lawson. -Yeah.
You should feel good now, confident. This is all state-of-the-art, Mr. Lawton.
I want the trap-and-trace over here--
[POTS CLANGlNG]
What's a trap-and-trace?
It captures the incoming electronic impulses that identify the originating number...
...of an instrument or a device from which an electronic communication...
...or wire was transmitted.
-Nogi, ETA on the cappuccino machine? -Working on it.
What do I gotta do, light a fire under your ass?
Baker, grande cap, semi-dry, stat.
I want a coffee now. Fuck.
So the caller, he referred to your daughter as Kim, right?
"I wanna date Kim," "I wanna bone Kim."
-Whoa. -What does it mean?
It means he's crazy as a shithouse rat.
It means we are knee-deep in dookie. He's a nut job. He's completely unzipped.
It means he is the looney tune who offed five teens in the last six months.
Five? l thought it was four.
Mm-mm. There was another one, the one with the missing tits.
-Missing ti--? What? -Tits.
-Ashland Warner. -Yeah.
Ashley Walker, lovely girl. A mathlete.
Turned up in four different Dumpsters at four different locations.
-My God. -You're tracking this man.
-You have a lead on him, right? -No.
-No? -Mom? Mom, they're tearing apart my room.
They ripped out my hard drive.
Reed, let them do what they need to do.
How the fuck is destroying my computer gonna help find Riley?
Oh! You are gonna need to put a sock in that, son.
That drive might be the missing piece to a three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle...
...which you aren't trained to understand, and it is that training...
...that has helped me to achieve an 80 percent recovery rate.
-Eighty percent, really? -Really.
Well, we only recovered 60 percent of Debbie Pilter.
Right. Beautiful legs. Track star.
Hey, Kim.
Hi.
You see that catch I made?
Yeah. lt was awesome.
No-look, over-the-shoulder.
QB was supposed to hit me at the 45, but I felt the wind gust...
...so l ran an extra 1 0 yards.
Coach says I got lightning moves, like Jerry Rice.
Wow.
Can l ask you something?
Will you be my girlfriend?
Uh-huh.
I knew you liked me. You know how?
That cheer you did for me.
I could hear you cheering my name...
...and when l looked to the sidelines...
...l could see, when you jumped...
...you're not wearing panties. I saw your cooch.
Will you do it for me again?
That cheer?
Nobody's watching.
Do it.
Otis, Otis, he's our man. If he can't do it, no one can.
Good. Now with the jump.
Otis, Otis, he's our man. If he can't do it, no one can.
Otis, Otis, he's our man. If he can't do it...
...no one can.
[SIGN BUZZlNG]
-Oh, shit. He's early. -Who? Who's here?
Come on. Come on.
-Otis, what's happening? Who is it? -Shut it. Shut the fuck up.
Don't make a fucking sound.
ELMO: You are here.
-Aren't you supposed to be at work? -Not yet, later. Later.
Later. You sure about that?
Because I'm getting lots of fucking calls from Tony saying you've been late.
Customers complaining you're giving them cold pizza. You can't keep doing this.
I'm calling friends asking for favors just so you can fuck up?
Is it so goddamn hard for you to just play along?
Oh, fuck me. What died in there?
Goddamn it, if Mom and Dad were still alive...
...and they could see what you've done with this place....
I can't keep doing this.
I got a life. l got a family!
-You need a girl. -How is Kim?
No! Otis, no. What the fuck did l tell you?
Don't-- Don't say her name. Don't say Kim.
Otis!
She had to change the brand of her underwear.
She can't even look at Victoria's Secret.
I said-- Said l was sorry.
Sorry's not gonna fucking cut it when you lick the crotches...
...of all the panties in your sister-in-law's hamper like a fucking dog does, Otis.
You're lucky she lets me come here at all. Look at this fucking pigsty.
What the fuck is this? My footballs?
Jesus.
Fucking coach.
Played me once. I suited up every goddamn game and he played me once.
Cocksucker.
Did you get this shit down from the attic?
-l like to look at it. -Yeah, well, I don't. Get rid of it.
And l've had it with the fucking Froot Loops and the pizza.
Next time l come here...
...l wanna see real fucking food in the refrigerator, and clean up.
You're a fucking idiot, Otis, but you're not an animal, so stop living like one.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[PHONE RlNGING]
What do I do? What do I say if it's him?
Just like in the movies.
Just keep him on the line as long as you can.
Do you mind?
Keep him on the line. We'll try and get a lock on him.
Hello?
[ROCK MUSlC PLAYlNG ON CAR RADlO]
-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.
-Let me speak to Riley. -Oh, man. Oh, man.
She's so smart and you're so stupid.
He gets disturbed if you don't use the name "Kim."
My bad.
I'm sorry, what did you say her name was again?
-Kim. -She's stalling.
-She's trying to keep him on the line. OTIS: Are you serious?
I'm upset. l can't remember.
Kim. Kim, Kim, Kim.
Kim, right.
Is she--?
Is Kim...?
-ls she all right? -She's better than all right.
She's my steady girl now.
And that means nobody gets to put their fingers inside her but me.
Can you believe l just said that?
-Give me the phone. -Stop him. He's gonna blow this.
Don't fuck this up. Let them do their job.
Their job? Dad, l've watched the news. I know how this ends.
HOTCHKISS: Keep going. We're close.
What do we need to do to make sure that Kim stays alive?
Just let me take her to the prom.
[SLURPS]
[BEEPlNG]
Hello? Hello?
This guy's good. Can't get a lock. Must be using analog.
Signal's roaming...
...and keeps getting bounced back to our position. Could be anywhere.
Twenty-one hundred kids are reported missing every day.
Gone, vanished...
...never to be heard from again.
In the case of Riley Lawson, hope continues...
[ELECTRlClTY CRACKLES] [SCREAMS]
...but is this just another futile attempt...
...to find something that might be forever lost?
And what of the man Rho has seen Riley Lawson...
...who might be looking at her right now, raping her with his eyes?
Raping her, or doing much, much Rorse?
We're very fortunate to have with us...
...the special agent in charge of the Riley LaRson case...
...Special Agent Ralph Hotchkiss. Welcome.
[DOORBELL RlNGS]
So, what's it gonna take to catch this maniac?
Twenty-seven fifty, please.
I'm a profiler. I live with the burden of empathy.
FBI, huh?
HOTCHKISS: I see the world through the eyes of the bad men.
When I see a woman's ankle, I see it with a shackle on it.
The delicate bone of a Roman's wrist...
...seems incomplete without the flourish of a restraint.
-Mm-hm. -The hollow of her neck....
Sometimes it seems a blank canvas...
...without a studded choke chain.
[PHONE RlNGING]
So is sociopathy, pedophilia, sexual deviancy--?
Are these all on the rise in America?
HOTCHKISS: Deviancy has been around for millennia.
The center for pleasure and the center for pain...
...are located right next to each other.
You stimulate one, you often stimulate the other.
What exactly is it that separates you from the people you hunt down?
I like to use a condom.
[PHONE RlNGING]
-Hello? -Hello, ma'am.
-Who's calling? -Oh, jeez, Mom.
You know who this is. lt's me.
And l'm just calling because I wanna find out...
...how late Kim can stay out tonight.
How late? ls she coming home?
It's prom night.
And, you know, king and queen of the prom and everything.
You know, everything?
Prom night.
We're gonna groove on the dance floor...
...and she's gonna tell me she loves me.
No, she's not.
And then you know what l'm gonna do?
She's my little girl.
She sure is, and I'm gonna fuck her.
You son of a bitch. You low-life fucking scum.
-What did you say? KATE: You heard me.
Nothing we do, nothing we say is gonna stop you from hurting Riley.
-Riley? -You're gonna get her killed.
-You're gonna get her fucking killed. -Shut up.
You heard me. You telling me I'm wrong? You telling me I'm wrong, you fucking pig?
I must have dialed the wrong number. I mean, who's Riley?
Riley is my little girl.
Riley has her whole life in front of her. She's my baby girl.
But it's Kim l'm going to fuck...
...right in the back seat of my car.
I will skin you. l will debone you.
I will feed your entrails to our neighbor's Shih Tzu.
Yes.
I'm sorry, but it's late. Gotta go.
I gotta put on my-- My-- My-- My-- My boogie shoes.
You--
Oh, my God.
What did l do? What did l do?
[PHONE RlNGING]
-Hello. OTIS: Hey, baby.
Tonight's the night. You excited, Kim?
-Yeah. -Me too.
You have your dress picked out?
I sure do.
Oh.... Heh-heh.
Can't wait to see you in it.
My mom helped me pick out my suit.
I think it's super bitchen.
It's gonna make you hot.
I'll bet.
If it's anything like the dress, it'll probably make me wet.
That's right, that's right. Well, l'm gonna be there in just a sec.
I'm gonna pick you up in the old Trans Am.
Try not to get my seat too wet, baby, okay?
And, Kim, it's gonna be magical.
[QUlET RlOT'S "CUM ON FEEL THE NOlZE" PLAYlNG OVER SPEAKERS]
[BLUE OYSTER CULT'S "(DON'T FEAR) THE REAPER" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
You know what this is?
Um, like, BOC?
Come on, Kim.
"Don't Fear the Reaper."
Kim, don't tease me.
-Our song? -Yes. Yes.
You know what that means?
That you love me...
...and l love you.
[OTlS KISSlNG AND MOANlNG]
OTlS: You like that?
It's nice. Right?
-Oh, it's good. Now, let's get-- -Please, don't.
Don't you ruin this.
Don't you fucking ruin this.
-Baby, wait. -Wait, what...?
[PANTS UNZlP]
I, um....
I want to get you out.
Won't you let me take you out, Otis?
I could, um....
I could touch you with my hand, and then....
Can l, Otis?
Well, hello, ahem, big boy.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Otis, this is gonna feel so good.
[OTlS GASPS]
Oops.
[SIGN BUZZlNG]
It's okay. It's okay, baby. It's okay. Don't worry.
No, no, no.
-Wait. Just wait. Just stay there. -No, stop.
Fuck. What are you doing here? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
-Wait. Help, l'm-- -No.
Please stop.
No, please don't.
Don't. Please.
Please don't.
Oh, fuck. Oh, okay.
You are fucking back here.
-What the fuck you doing in there? -l was play-- Playing.
Play, playing what?
I was singing with your old toy, the Mr. Microphone.
What?
What the fuck are you doing that for? What are you, American Idol?
-No. -No. Fucking how about American Idiot?
I should give them a call. I'm sure they need contestants.
I'm not an idiot.
Really.
Why did you hit me?
Because you're my fucking brother.
Because you're a total fuck-up.
Because you're a fucking piece of shit.
Forty fucking years old. What are you doing?
You're supposed to be at work.
Oh, God, please work.
Okay.
Said l wanted this place cleaned up.
Bet there's no fucking food. No, there's no fucking food in there.
Froot Loops and pizza.
It's gotta be damn near 7:00. What time does your shift start?
-Now. -Now?
Get in the fucking car, Otis.
-But l gotta-- -l gotta? I gotta? Now, Otis.
Cut it out.
Mr. Latham....
Lawson.
I'm a criminologist, trained to hunt down today's modern-day monsters...
...who do things to the human mind and body...
...that Hollywood can only hope to imitate...
...and now your wife may just as well have put a Sawzall, a blowtorch...
...and a pair of vise grips into this killer's hands.
Do you really expect me to work under these conditions?
I have a good mind to go out there right now and tell them all to just go home.
-Who? -Who?
The candle people, that's who.
Standing out there in the dark, alone, shivering, holding candles...
...and singing songs like "Where Have all the Flowers Gone?" and "Eleanor Rigby."
No.
I don't even think the candle people can help you now.
What a dick.
Hey. I'm gonna make you pay for that, you little shit.
Hey, hotshot, if you ever talk to my son like that again...
...l'll grab you by your scrotum and pull it up over your head.
Wow.
Mama Lion's got herself a mad on. You'd better go after her...
...and tell her what an asshole I am. It'll make her feel better.
Shut the fuck up.
Oopsie.
WlLL: Kate. -Oh, gosh, l'm sorry.
What l did to Riley. Sorry.
Mom, don't worry about that asshole. You did what you had to do.
Dad. Dad, tell her. Tell her she was right.
Kate, Hotchkiss is an idiot, all right?
There's no rules for dealing with something like this.
[CELL PHONE RlNGlNG]
-Hello? -Mom? Mom, it's me.
-Oh, my God. lt's Riley. -What? Riley!
-Baby. Hold on. RILEY: Mom, I got away from him.
I got away.
KATE: Oh, my God.
Riley, we're here. We're all here. Daddy's here, and Reed is here.
-We're all here, baby. We're all here. -Honey, honey, where are you?
The Trip-D Market in Fairview.
[WlLL STAMMERS]
Honey, are you hurt?
[RlLEY SOBS]
My.... My head, but....
-l'm bleeding, but.... -Bleeding? What the fuck did he do to you?
Who is he?
Where is he?
Otis.
His name is Otis Broth.
-739 Brighton. -Honey, listen to me.
Is there a bathroom in this market?
Yeah.
Okay, l want you to get in that bathroom and l want you to lock the door.
We'll be there soon. We're gonna send you an ambulance...
...but, Riley, do not tell anyone what you just told us.
Don't tell anyone where you were. Do you understand me?
-No. Why? -Riley, listen to your mother.
Don't repeat the address to anyone.
-Kate, what are you doing? -You've gotta promise me, Riley.
Please, promise me you won't repeat the address to anyone.
Okay. l won't. l promise.
Good girl. We love you, baby.
We'll be with you soon.
Okay.
Bye.
-What the fuck was that? -Anything l need to know?
-Good timing, douche bag. -We found her.
She found us. Nice going, G-man.
-Come again? -lt's Riley.
She's alive.
Hi, honey.
Hi. Hi, honey.
I love you, baby.
We're here, honey. We're all here.
I wanna go home. Please take me home.
We're gonna take you home, sweetheart, as soon as we can.
I knew you'd make it, Ri.
Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, may I see you for a moment?
Okay, okay.
We'll be back as soon as we can, okay?
Remember what I told you.
Your daughter has sustained a head injury.
-Well, how serious is it? -Well, we're not sure yet.
There's been some hemorrhaging.
Riley?
What--? What is his name? What's the bad man's name?
I don't know.
Where is he? Where's the bad man?
Riley.
-Where is he? -House.
Where? Where's the house?
I can't tell.
What did he do to you, Riley?
Dance.
-Tried to-- -Danced?
--rape me.
--the possibility of partial paralysis.
Oh, my God.
As soon as we get the results of the MRI and the CAT scan...
...we'll have a better idea of the damage, and--
-Yep, he raped her. -What?
I fucking knew it.
She's, um, passed out.
Something you can give her to bring her back? l haven't finished.
-l'm afraid that'll have to wait. -Doc. Tell me she's gonna be all right.
-l can't question a vegetable. DOCTOR: Excuse me.
-There's been damage, but we don't know-- -Fuck.
We're talking colostomy bags and wee-wee pads, am l right?
Sir?
Did she say anything to you about who it was...
...or where she was being held, anything at all?
No, Agent Hotchkiss, she didn't say a thing.
Go have another cappuccino, Agent Ass-kiss.
It's the trauma.
Fuck Hotchkiss and fuck the FBl.
-Let's just go to the cops. -Dad, get real.
Right. You really think that this pig deserves due process, Will?
-Kate. -What? Do you wanna take the chance...
...that Hotchkiss won't fuck up the investigation and the arrest...
...so thoroughly that this Otis won't walk on a technicality?
I've got two words for you, Will: O.J.
-Those were initials. -Don't you nitpick.
No. No, Dad's right. Let's play by the book.
Then we wait for a year, then we go to court...
...we get on Nancy Grace and Larry King, a Dateline special...
...48 Hours investigates. Then what? Dad, let's go visit the fucker in prison.
Prison? That's exactly what I'm talking about.
No, not just prison, supermax. A prison within a prison.
Solitary confinement for life.
Eating our meals through a hole in the door.
I'm talking about a place that's so bad it's unconstitutional.
A place where terrorists go and they don't come back.
And it's not gonna be Otis in there, it's gonna be us.
At least if you're alone, you can't get cornholed.
-Cornholed? -l'm sorry, ass-fucked.
Honey.
He beat up your little girl, okay?
He deflowered your little Ri-Ri. Now tell me the truth, Will.
Down deep inside of you, don't you just wanna...
...fuck up this guy six ways from Sunday?
Yes. Yes, l do, but....
Giddyup.
Will, I love you.
Now, please, go get some power tools.
Motherfucker.
How we gonna get in?
REED: Bust a window and bust a move.
-Goddamn it, no. -lt'll be like squashing a bug, Will.
He's a human being. Not the kind we're used to, but--
-What is wrong with you? -He's got a heartbeat. Eyes. Looking at us.
It wasn't a rhetorical question. I really wanna know.
It's not a person we're talking about, Will. It's a worthless piece of scum.
He's a pig, and l did read Lord of the Flies.
-l know what happens to pigs. -So you're a savage now.
-We're all savages. -You're a nurse, Kate.
Exactly, which is why l'm best qualified...
...to understand what some thing can endure.
Somebody. You almost said it.
-He stuck his penis in my sister. -That's enough.
He's her brother, Will. It's a perfectly natural reaction.
-Natural. -Primal.
And you're her father. That's primal too.
It's the brutal, primal order of things, Will.
-ln the wild, nobody manages their anger. -We're in the wild now?
Yes, Will. Deep in the wild.
-The horror. The horror. -This is what you want?
-You really wanna do this? -More than anything, and so do you.
[CAR APPROACHlNG]
Shh!
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
[CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
Here he comes.
Fuck.
-What the fuck--? KATE: Hello, Otis.
How did you get in here?
-Broth. What kind of a name is Broth? -My kind of fucking name. Who are you?
-l think you know who we are. -We? Get the fuck out of my house, bitch.
Hey.
Get him, Reed.
[BOTH SCREAMING]
[GLASS BREAKS]
[BOTH YELLING]
REED: Come on, motherfucker.
[ELMO GRUNTS]
[COUGHlNG]
KATE: Okay, do it. -Kate....
Do it.
[YELLING]
Christ!
ELMO: Wait, wait. No. -l just gotta scoot you back--
[ELMO MUMBLlNG]
[YELLING]
For fucking out loud.
Just get back here, okay?
Just do the goddamn thing.
ELMO: Hey! Wait, wait, wait.
[ELECTRlClTY CRACKLlNG]
[ELMO SCREAMING]
Whoa. Dude.
Whew.
-Dude. -Okay, there we go.
Oh....
You know, I'm a little worried because you might like wires up your ass, Otis.
-l'm not-- -Shut up.
-l'm not Otis. -You ever hear of Albert Fish?
You know, the Brooklyn Vampire?
He was a pedophile such as yourself.
He used to like to stick needles in his own perineum.
He thought electrocution was the ultimate thrill.
-Kate. -What?
These serial-killing perverts, they're all alike.
You know, they can't get a woody...
...unless they're doing something that no sane person would do.
You getting a little blood to the lower extremities, there, Otis?
Like a little red needle on your freak meter?
-Honey. -Are you gonna deny it?
You're gonna deny that you raped my daughter, that you tortured her...
...that you killed and cut up five other girls in your little playpen down there?
Yeah, that's right. We found it.
We found it, your little girl's bedroom, your little sweet 1 6 party.
Reed?
[ELMO MUMBLES]
A Cinderella story.
This guy, this unknown...
...comes out of nowhere to lead the pack at Augusta.
He's got about 350 yards left.
He's gonna hit about a 5-iron, don't you think?
He's got a beautiful backswing.
No.
Oh!
He got all of that one.
My God. Somebody's gonna hear us, Kate.
-l know. Do something about it. -Like what?
I've already smashed him in the face with a shovel. l've hotwired his rectum.
Rectum. Damn near killed him.
-He's in pain. -You think?
You think it's anything like the pain that he inflicted on your only daughter?
[ELMO GROANS]
-He's crying out. -l know he's crying out. Shut him up.
I'll do it. l'll burn out his vocal cords.
[GROANS]
No, let your father handle this. Come here, Will.
Kate....
What if she's pregnant, Will?
What if right now this genetic mutant's seed...
...is joining with Riley's beautiful, young egg...
...and his spawn is growing inside our daughter's belly?
I am the decider, Will, and l am telling you, shut this serial-killing son of a bitch up.
I will.
-l will. ELMO: No. No!
WlLL: I'm gonna shut this son of a bitch up.
[SIZZLlNG] [ELMO SCREAMING]
[HOTCHKlSS WHISTLING]
[HOTCHKlSS CHUCKLES]
It's okay, dear.
I'm Agent Ralph Hotchkiss.
I'm in charge of your investigation, and l helped find you.
Now, we wanna catch this sicko for everything that he's done.
So can you tell me anything about where you were?
I can't remember.
You don't remember? Nothing? You don't remember anything?
You were just there being raped by a madman over and over...
...and you remember nothing?
I mean, was it a...?
Was it a blue house, was it a pink house?
Nothing. Right.
What about what he looked like, Riley?
Can you help me in that area? A description of...?
I know, what about a name? Can you give me a name?
So you don't want to know where he is, just his name?
-l thought you didn't know where he is. -Right.
Right, I can't tell--
Riley....
What is his name?
Otis.
His name is Otis.
Otis.
That's a nice name.
REED: What's the blender for?
Well, l thought your dad could cut his fingers and toes off...
...and we could blend them into a smoothie and make him drink it.
Thinking outside the box. Mom, l like it.
Giddyup.
-Will, wait. -Yeah?
I don't know if you're gonna get through the bone with those.
Here, why don't you try this?
WlLL: Thank you, dear. -Yeah.
[CELL PHONE RlNGlNG]
-Christ. Hotchkiss. -What?
-All right, quiet. REED: Put it on speaker.
-What? -So we can all listen.
-Hello? HOTCHKISS: Mr. Lawson, where are you?
Where--? Where are we?
Where are we?
-We're out getting a cake for Riley. -Mrs. Lawson, is that you?
Yep, it is, Agent Hotchkiss.
Yes, we're out getting Riley her favorite cake.
-Red velvet. -Cake.
Great, well, you might wanna get back here, because she's awake and she's talking.
What's she talking about?
She gave us a description of the perp. Guy is 6'4", 300 pounds...
...early 40s, fucking huge.
Probably hasn't seen his johnson since third grade.
His name is Otis. Otis. And get this:
She remembers him. He's the pizza guy that delivered to your house.
-What? -That's right. That's what I said.
If we figure out which parlor he delivered for...
...we get his address, we have the fucker in jail by midnight.
There's 37 pizza parlors in the greater metropolitan area.
Do you remember which one he delivered from?
This isn't the pizza guy.
Of course it is. lt has to be.
No, it's not. I've seen that guy. He's a freaking ape. This is not him.
Six-foot-four, 300 pounds. This guy's a fucking munchkin.
Yeah, a really mean munchkin.
Elmo. Elmo Broth.
This isn't his address.
-We got the wrong guy. KATE: What? Oh, God.
Oh, my fucking God, what have we done?
This is not the pizza guy.
Kate. Fix him.
-What? -Help him.
-You're a nurse, for chrissakes. -Fix him?
Oh, l know, maybe I'll just get some super-glue.
Maybe some duct tape. Fix him?
He was just about to drink his own toes, Will.
[KATE GASPS]
-Just about to drink his own toes. -Wait, wait, wait.
-He's not. He's not, is he? -Oh, yeah.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What did you do?
What did we do?
Yeah, we just gotta book it, just get out of here.
Book it?
Book it? To where? To Pelican Bay?
To Sing Sing? Look at what we've done.
We've mutilated and killed the wrong man...
...and there is evidence every-fucking-where.
-All right, get a grip, Will. -Get a grip. On what?
The turgid phallus of my 300-pound cellmate?
Cellmate? You said we'd get solitary.
Oh, you think this is funny, Mr. Smart-Ass, Mr. Lord-of-the-Flies.
Well, Hotchkiss is gonna figure out this address.
Fuck Hotchkiss. He can't even find his asshole.
-l don't give a fuck about Hotchkiss. -Then what?
-Otis. REED: Fucking A.
The freakazoid's out there, and we're standing in his garage.
And we just killed his fucking brother.
-Mama fucking Lion. -What?
-Well, l didn't wanna do this, Kate. -That is so not helpful, Will.
-l can't believe you're gonna go there. -Fucking bloodlust.
REED: What is wrong with you guys?
You didn't maybe think to check his wallet before we fucking filleted him?
Oh, this is my fault. Now you're gonna blame me for this.
Guys.
Otis.
Get a mop.
[GASPS]
[TlRES SCREECH]
KATE: Jesus.
Will, will you turn the goddamn lights off? Someone's gonna see us.
[CHIMING]
Jesus. Take the key out of the fucking ignition.
WlLL: All right.
[CHIMING STOPS]
What are you doing? I didn't say turn the engine off.
You have to turn the engine off to get the keys out.
Just start getting the goddamn bags out of the back.
Will you two fucking help me?
[KATE GRUNTlNG]
WlLL: Pull.
Get it out, Reed. Come on. Get it in the Dumpster.
Can't you do anything? That's not helping. Get the bag.
Just get in the truck. Get in the truck.
Let's go.
-Reed. KATE: Get in the goddamn car.
-Come on. -ln the truck now.
REED: Fuck this.
KATE: Go.
[OTlS SNlFFLlNG]
OTlS: More to give.
The pizza was still hot.
And you said-- You said you wished you had more to give.
Mom?
Hm?
What...?
We're gonna take you home, honey. In the morning.
They said as soon as they sign your papers for the release...
...we're gonna get to take you home.
Everything is gonna be fine.
Doctor said we could take you home.
Yeah. Mom just said.
Did they find him?
I didn't....
Didn't recognize...
...his uniform. lt wasn't Slice of Heaven.
No.
They did not find him...
...yet.
You-- You didn't. You didn't go there.
You went there.
To the address. That's why you didn't want me to--
No, no, no, Riley. No, no.
You saw it.
All of it, and you saw him.
Honey....
Don't be silly.
KATE [ON RECORDlNG]: Okay, do it.
[ELMO SCREAMS ON RECORDING]
REED: I'll burn out his vocal cords. -No, no, no.
No, no, no.
WILL: I've already smashed him in the face with a shovel.
[ELMO SCREAMING]
[OTlS SCREAMS]
Motherfuckers. Motherfuckers.
KATE: Your dad could cut his fingers and toes off we could blend them in a smoothie...
...and make him drink it.
[THWACKING]
No. No. Don't.
[THWACK]
How was the cake?
WlLL: What? -The red velvet cake.
The red velvet cake.
Riley's favorite?
I bet it was really good.
Yeah. Um....
It was good.
-Sorry we didn't save any for you. -lt's okay.
Has there been any progress, Agent Hotchkiss...
...finding the man who did this to my daughter?
Um, yes, there has, Mrs. Lawson.
There's been some progress.
Did you know that this hospital has a chapel?
What do you say we go have a little chat...
...in the presence of God.
So we tracked down the residence.
Otis Broth. Found his whole setup. Underground dungeon.
Chains, torture videos, some pretty sick shit.
The only problem is...
...l don't think I'm ever gonna find him.
Why?
Well, it turns out that this Otis, he videotaped everything.
Had these digital cameras, three of them, activated with motion sensors.
Some pretty interesting shit.
Now, you would expect your basic gore porn, right?
Snuff films.
Succulent young babes getting laid, flayed, and death-delayed...
...till some whack-a-do busts his nut, shoots them in the head...
...and gets to work with a hacksaw.
What's on the camera, Agent Hotchkiss?
What do you think, Mr. Lawson?
What's on it?
Well, unfortunately, all the cameras were pointed in the wrong direction...
...to catch the entire spectacle...
...but we got audio. Dolby, surround sound.
We captured everything you guys did to Otis.
As far as l'm concerned, he got everything he deserved.
The smoothie had me worried for a little while...
...but the tape ran out before it got too out of hand.
Out of hand.
Right.
You three are some badass motherfuckers.
I gotta tell you, I wish l could've had a crack at him too.
You heard us kill Otis?
It's all on here.
And you're not gonna tell anyone?
What, the other cops, the other parents?
Oh, they'd love this, but no.
I'm not gonna rat you out.
WlLL: Oh, God.
Oh, God, thank you. Thank you.
-Thank you, God. -Thank you, Agent Hotchkiss.
It's a 3-D jigsaw puzzle that very few are trained to understand.
[SIGHS]
Let us pray.
[KNlFE CLATTERS]
You're lying to me.
KATE: Hm?
You guys did something. I can tell.
-Tell her. -There's nothing to tell.
Honey, you're home and you're safe. What would you like for dinner?
-Am I? I mean, am l safe? -Fuck, no.
What is going on?
Nothing.
-Mom. -Reed?
Riley, we went over there and killed Otis' brother.
What?
We thought it was Otis, but it wasn't. It was his fucking brother--
You killed--
Otis is still out there coming for us.
-Reed. -What, Dad? We're sitting ducks.
-You killed Otis' brother? -lt was your mother's idea.
-God, you're gonna start that again. -lt's the truth.
-Mom. -Look.
Now would be a good time to manage your anger, Will.
Oh, l'll manage it, okay? l'll manage. I'm gonna call the cops...
...we're gonna turn ourselves in...
...they're gonna take us into custody, and we'll be safe.
-Fuck this. KATE: Custody.
-Yeah. We'll be surrounded by police. -Oh, great. That's just great.
Look, you're either in the marriage or you're not.
I'm not so sure anymore.
[KATE AND WlLL SHOUTlNG]
Reed.
What the fuck are you doing?
They're gonna be at each other for the next 30 minutes.
I'm not waiting around.
Mom and Dad went apeshit, Riley. They really fucked him up.
Why?
They thought it was Otis, he raped you...
...and he beat you and he's--
-Raped me? -Yeah.
He didn't.
MAN: 24-Hour Pizza.
-What? -24-Hour Pizza.
No, wait a minute.
-He didn't? -No.
He wanted to, but he didn't.
He couldn't. He just....
He danced with me.
-Fuck. -Excuse me, hello?
Yeah, l'd like to order a pizza.
-Thick crust or thin? -Thick, with everything.
-Super extravaganza? -Sure, large, whatever.
Extra tomato sauce. 206 Twin Oaks Avenue.
That'll be 1 9.84, 30 minutes with a smile.
Great.
Whatever you do, don't tell them he didn't rape you.
What kind of man wimps out when his women are being abused?
Wimps out? l hit the man with a shovel, Kate.
-l electrocuted his asshole. -But you didn't want to.
-Of course l didn't want to. -We're talking about justice.
Justice, yeah. An eye for an eye.
Your whole world is about to go blind, Kate...
...because that son of a bitch is still out there and he is pissed off.
Maybe you're right. Maybe we call Hotchkiss.
Hotchkiss, the FBl, right?
Yeah, maybe he can zap him with his laser pointer.
-lt was your idea. -No. I wanted to call the police, not the FBl.
Hey, here's a good idea. Here's a great idea.
We wait for Otis to come, right? We wait for the psychopath.
We wait for the pedophile to show up, the serial killer...
...and then when he gets here, we burn the whole fucking house down, huh?
That'd be great, right? We'll all burn together.
[DOORBELL RlNGS]
REED: I'll get it.
-No. -Reed, wait.
Reed, what are you doing with a shotgun?
[DOORBELL RlNGING]
-Who is it? MAN: 24-Hour Pizza.
Wait.
-Done and done. -Oh, my God.
-Pizza? -Pizza?
Brilliant.
RILEY: Is it him?
[ENGLISH SDH]