Chain Letter Page #5

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- Too bad for them.

- You're f***ing tripping right now.

- Just chill out for a second.

- Hey, I sent the message to you,

didn't l?

F*** you guys, man.

I'm f***ing outta here.

So listen to me. I know how

we can pass these on, okay?

And then once it's over,

we just have to get rid of our phones

and our e-mail addresses, okay?

Whatever.

What the f***

does it matter now, huh?

You've received chain mail.

Why the f*** do you keep

sending these to me, man?

I'm doing everything you want me to do.

I keep sending them on.

F***er!

You've received chain mail.

What the f***

you want me to do?

I've sent off these goddamn chain letters

to everyone I f***ing know.

You've received chain mail.

F***ing relax, man.

I just gotta take...

I gotta take a deep

f***ing breath.

I just gotta think

what I'm gonna do.

You've received chain mail.

F***ing Rachael.

You've received chain mail.

All right.

I gotta f***ing--

- You've received chain mail.

- I gotta f***ing do something.

- I gotta f***ing do something.

- You've received chain mail.

He wants to f***ing

play games with me.

That's what he f***ing

wants to do, huh?

You wanna f***ing play games?

You wanna f***ing

play games with me!

- Kill my goddamn sister!

- You've received chain mail.

F***ing delete this.

Delete your f***ing message, man.

Why don't you come and get me?

Why don't you f***ing

come and get me?

- Jessie, what's going on?

- Just forward me the chain letter.

Forward it to me,

and then change your number.

Change your e-mail address,

and never use those old accounts again.

Crenshaw has it set up so that

all the e-mails are going

to some police computer

that tracks them.

I don't feel good about this.

If it doesn't work,

everything's gonna fall on you.

Just trust me, okay?

Just send it.

I'll be fine. I'll be okay.

Just send it.

Crenshaw.

Remember that link you were looking for?

Oh, Mr. Bradford.

I remembered.

Used to be a place

out on Ramsey Road.

Wilson. Dead now.

One of his sons

went off to that war.

Used to supply chains

to the meatpacking plant.

Plant went out of business.

So did they.

"They brand themselves with bar codes."

Oh, my God.

Come on. Pick up.

Crenshaw. Oh, shoot.

Crenshaw, I know these are our guys.

They're an old cult

that grew in the 20th century.

They call themselves

Technology Terrorists.

They were vocal until Y2K,

and when nothing happened,

they dropped out of sight.

They brand themselves

with bar codes

to demonstrate how technology

destroys individual identity.

Oh, shoot.

- Who are you?

- I'm Kevin Daniels.

I'm Kevin Daniels.

Ooh, you're all gonna die.

Delete.

Hey, man, I wanna go home.

Okay, son.

I'll help you.

- Please! The line!

- Okay.

All right.

Where'd he go?

No. No.

I don't know where he is.

I'll get you down.

I'll help you.

- Hello.

- Investigation.

This is Crenshaw.

I need to speak to Wiggins now.

Crenshaw,

where have you been?

We've been trying

to reach you all day.

- Our security system 's been hacked.

- What?

The guy claiming to be Wiggins yesterday

turned out to be an imposter.

You're not gonna believe this,

but the actual Wiggins

turned up deceased

less than an hour ago.

We need you back at the station.

Where are you?

It doesn't matter about

the result or the application.

They don't like technology.

- Antech.

- They're a cult.

- They're a cult.

- What's his name?

- They're a cult.

- Wiggins?

- Fight fire with fire.

- They're a cult.

We all got these chain letters.

They don 't like technology.

Cult. They're a cult.

Where there is a good side

there is also a bad side.

- They're a cult. They're a cult.

- Both are out there

- ...lurking somewhere.

- They're a cult.

Jessie, can you forward

this chain letter

from your phone?

I want you to send it

to this address.

And then send it to me.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

We can handle it.

Hey, Jessie, it's Michael.

Look, I need you to call me back

as soon as possible,

'cause I'm seriously worried

about you, all right?

I don't know if this whole

sending the chain letter things

to you was a good idea.

Just call me back as soon

as you get this, all right?

If not, I'll be there

early in the morning.

And we are live on the scene

at the Carlson Police Department

with a shocking new development

in the teen murder spree.

A police detective investigating

these heinous crimes

has now gone missing.

All right.

So what are you thinking?

Maybe she needs more

than a counselor.

Jessie's gonna be fine, sweetheart.

Crenshaw's gonna solve this thing.

He's the best there is.

And in the meantime,

I promise you she's safe.

Just forward me the chain letter.

Crenshaw has it set up so that

all the e-mails are going

to some police computer that checks them.

Damn it! Slow down!

Damn it, Michael.

Jessie! No!

- Oh, God!

- No! Jessie!

No! Jessie!

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