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work ethic. Man, she's got a

real commitment to this show.

Wait. But if she's in there,

who's messing with the fuse box?

EMMETT:
Tonight, Jimmy Beck's

soul has the power to cross over

into another living body at the

exact moment of his death five

years ago

today at precisely 6:66 p.m.

That's 7:
06, you fucktard.

And with the

proper incantation, his body can

enter our realm for exactly one

hour. How do I know this, do you

ask? Well, I happen to meet a

French Quarter voodoo priest

online who gave me the exact

invocation for this very ritual

here. Yeah. Uh, I am totally

rocking this whole spiritual

diversity thing. Some of

this sh*t's gotta work, right?

SHERYL:

What about the blood?

PETER:
We gotta find out what's

controlling these lights?

At this point,

I don't care if that blood's

from a

dismembered Labradoodle.

DANIEL:

What's a Labradoodle?

It's like when a

Labrador mates a Poodle,

or a Poodle

mates a Labrador.

SHERYL:

Mm-hmm.

I can't remember

who has to be on top.

EMMETT:

You know this

whole abbreviated serial killer

thing has not been easy on me,

you know? Uh, I'm a nice guy,

but I had to walk in his shoes

to get in the right frame of

mind. First, I did the cat. I

f***ing hate cats. Second,

I did that whiny little actor

friend of yours. Uh, third,

I f***ing raped

the sh*t out of his goat.

Oh, f*** me. And

last, last but not least,

I'm gonna be killing you.

LORRAINE:

Me?

Yeah. Uh, you see

um, I want his spirit to

enter a living body so I can

torment him like he did my

brother. Yeah. I'm gonna slice

him. I'm gonna slice him from

his throat all the way down to

his taint. I am gonna watch the

life leave his eyes just like he

did my brother.

He didn't deserve what he got.

He wasn't

even a tranny.

You lost me.

Jimmy Timmy Beck

only killed transvestite midget

circus clowns.

You did not know this?

I'm shocked. Yeah.

The f***ing papers kept it quiet

because they didn't want to

discourage the f***ing precious

carnival from coming in every

year, but, you know, still. I

don't know why he picked my

brother. He wasn't even a midget

or a f***ing clown

for that matter.

Okay. Let me get

this straight for one second.

You're gonna get a

murderer's spirit to enter my

body for one hour;

is that correct?

Yeah,

that's correct.

Okay. And then you're

gonna kill me, but you actually

think that you're killing the

murderer's spirit that is in

my body; am I correct again?

Correct.

Okay. So

listen to me. Why wouldn't you

have used, I don't know, let's

say maybe the actor who looked

exactly like the

murderer's spirit?

I'm not having sex with a guy.

What the f***? You

didn't say anything about sex.

Is this supposed to before or

after you're gonna kill me?

Correct.

What? Oh, no. This has to

be some sick f***ing joke.

Shh.

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

PETER:
Well, I guess that

rules out a Labradoodle.

[DOOR CREAKS METAL CRASH]

[SCREAMING]

Revenge is hard to explain,

it really is, okay?

It will be him,

but it will be you, you know I

mean, I have spent the last six

years in a men's prison, and...

and, and a woman with all of her

working lady parts, it'll be a

nice change for me.

I'm looking forward to it.

[MUFFLED]

You f***ing psychopath.

His body cannot enter

this circle here. I will be

protected, and you on the other

side, you're gonna die. Okay.

Uh, this is Viagra for my penis.

[ELECTRICAL FORCE FIELD]

That's the worst

bug bite I've ever seen.

SHERYL:

Mm-hmm.

Poor little actor guy.

Is he really, you know?

Dead? Either that or he's

a really good actor.

Check his pulse.

[DARK DREARY CHIMES]

I don't

feel anything.

That's not where

his pulse is. It's over here.

Or maybe over here.

Find it?

This dude is dead.

[GURGLING AND SCREAM]

DANIEL:
Hmm.

Maybe now he's dead.

LORRAINE:

[Screaming]

EMMETT:

[LAUGHING]

Uh...

Sh*t. Lorraine might

really be in trouble in there.

Then we should run away, guys.

We should run far away

right now. And get help.

Come on, Pete.

EMMETT:

Come for me, Jimmy Timmy.

Come for me, Jimmy Timmy Beck.

Enter this physical

vessel which I have

provided for you.

Welcome.

[DOOR RATTLES OPEN]

Whoo! Aah!

Beat me with a broom stick.

You have ruined my circle.

SHERYL:

Get away.

Unh-unh.

Oh. Oh, hey

Pete, could you, like, man up

here and do something, please?

Sh*t.

Technically that was something.

He's like a ninja.

You have ruined my f***ing

ritual. The spirit needs a body.

SHERYL:

[SCREAMING]

DANIEL:
[SCREAMING]

Oh, hey, we gotta go. We

gotta get to the car. Hurry up.

No, no, no. The car doesn't

work. He ripped...

he ripped the wires out.

SHERYL:

What the hell is going on?

We have to get out now.

You're kind

of dodging the question.

No, I'm dodging him!

Get over here! Ah!

[SCREAMING]

DANIEL:

Ah, ah, ah, sir, sir.

Seriously, man,

just take a pill.

No, no! No

more pills. No more pills.

Which one of you pieces of

sh*t murdered my brother? Hmm?

None of us!

None of us, sir. We don't know

what you're talking about.

LORRAINE:

Jimmy Beck. He's trying

to raise the spirit for an hour

of sadomasochism and mutilation.

I want revenge on that

motherf***er for what he did to

my brother Dale. He doesn't seem

to be in any one of you though.

Well, you don't see us lining

up for Ringling Brothers Circus,

do you?

What?

LORRAINE:
Oh, yeah. Jimmy's

victims were all cross-dressing

circus clowns under 5'7".

He killed poor little munchkins.

His spirit

is out. I can feel it.

But why didn't it

enter a body, hmm?

Sir, sir, we

don't know, okay?

Back. Hey, hey, do me a favor.

Just... just put down the knife.

Give... give Pete the knife.

Actually

Sheryl's closer.

Hand Pete the knife. Hand Pete

the knife. Hand Pete the knife.

Yeah.

Hand Pete the knife.

Yeah. Aah!

The body, it has

no choice but to enter

another one for one hour.

[EVIL LAUGH]

It's not supposed to go. F***ing

Jimmy Timmy! Just...

[ELECTRIC MELTDOWN SOUND]

What the f*** are you doing?

Get back! Stay back! Stay back!

F*** why didn't it work?

Oh, Sh*t! Maybe I

got this all wrong.

Maybe I got it all wrong.

[EVIL LAUGHTER]

I've done everything! I was

waiting a year for this sh*t!

Maybe the spirit can't

cross over into a living body.

Maybe it's gotta

be f***ing dead.

[HARD IMPACT PERCUSSION HIT]

EMMET:
Oh, f***...

Oh, I have been

waiting for this!

[GHASTLY SCREAMS]

[SHATTER SOUNDS]

Run! Hey, Mr. Dead

Guy! Hey, hey, hey,

Mr. Dead Guy! Get his knife!

Get his knife! Ahh!

JIMMY:

I'm the one who does the gutting

around here, Emmett. And I'm

gonna do you just like I did

your whiny little brother

while he begged and begged,

Just the tip,

Jimmy. Just the tip.

[GROANS]

[KNIFE STRIKE]

Oh, well, that

was a bit extreme.

[GROANING]

What's with the whole

last dying breath thing?

Ah!

[SHOCK SCREAM]

Who's next? You?

Me?

But you look like

the "cut my cock off and

grow a pair of tits type.

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