Cornered!
- Year:
- 2008
- 83 min
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We've just gotten
information regarding another attack...
by the Convenience Store Killer.
Issues, man. Issues.
this time in the Santee Alley
district in downtown L.A.
The serial killer's...
I mean, the way he kills people...
Of course I am worried.
As a parent,
what am I supposed to do?
What if the killer decides
to do home invasions next?
The authorities still have no leads...
because, yet again,
the surveillance tapes are missing.
Police remain baffled,
still unable to find hard evidence...
exposing the identity of the killer.
He's probably just some punk fool...
with too much imagination.
Police discovered
four bodies earlier this morning.
All of them had been tortured
and brutally murdered.
The mayor's office has announced
an increased reward of $500,000...
for information leading to the arrest
and conviction of the serial killer.
Pinche Mona.
Mona, no, you don't.
Donny. No wonder
he's so f***ing fat.
A**hole.
Got yourself
a nice tan, Jimmy.
Huh? Oh. Yeah.
Weather sucked.
Hmm. Must've been
why you came back early, huh?
When do we get to see
the vacation pictures?
Didn't take any.
I didn't bring
a camera.
What about the one
on your cell phone?
What?
- Jacko? Man, I knew it. Come on.
- Damn, Donny.
- Let's go.
- I ain't doing a damn thing.
Man, what the hell you doing?
I ain't done a damn...
Let's go.
You know the rules. Get out.
- Aw, man.
- If you come in, I swear to God...
Man, how many times
I got to tell you? You are banned.
Oh, come on, Donny.
One little can
of dog food?
I mean, you wouldn't want old Skippy here
to go hungry, would you?
He ain't had nothing
to eat in three days.
Come on, Donny.
All right, man.
You're a good brother.
What was that? What...
Give me that.
Give me that!
Sh*t.
Those motherfuckers.
- Give me it.
- No, you ain't.
Get... off... of... me.
- My booze.
- A**hole.
- Don't slam my door, b*tch.
- Put it on my bill, you cheap bastard.
- Donny, just go back inside.
Just give me
my f***ing money.
You got half.
The other half was if you swallowed.
Hey, why don't you give
the lady her money, okay?
Stay out of this, you fat f***.
Just give her the money!
Huh?
Make me.
Jesus!
The first one's
on the house.
The next one
she'll put on your tab.
You're f***ing dead.
Really?
Jesus!
This...
This ain't over yet.
F***ing little b*tch! You f***ing
goddamn American piece of sh*t!
Eh, f*** you!
Thanks, Morty.
Sure. No worries.
What happened there?
I can't even start.
What am I gonna do
with you, Marie? Just leave.
And you, get the hell outta here,
you pervert. Never come back.
Steve, here's the stuff.
I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
You're late.
Jimmy.
What? What?
You okay?
Why can't you get
a normal job?
Don't judge me, Donny.
I have rent to pay.
- Oh, God.
- What?
Last bit.
Hmm.
You gonna pay for that?
If you ask me, you picked
the wrong time of year to be...
- in the store-selling business, Steve.
- I'm not asking.
Well, you really wanna
unload this stuff?
You got to make it something
Let me guess. This another one
of your sales pitches...
to try to get me to buy more sh*t
from you, right?
No, it's not a sales pitch.
This is friendly advice.
Remember the first rule
of retail:
your store is only
as good as your stock.
Nothing wrong with my stock.
No, you don't, Jimmy.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
Ah, Donny Doughnut.
Glad you could join me.
Just so we're clear, I'm deducting
from your paycheck this week...
three sugar glazed,
two chocolate, six creams.
Oh, and a new front door.
Hey, Steve, come on, man.
That was an accident.
Oh, there'll be an accident,
your fat ass doesn't fix that door.
I swear, the killer's got a thing
for liquor stores.
Four victims last night.
You should've seen the owners.
The a**hole wouldn't
find it as funny...
brain-dead delivery guys.
I heard the reward
is now half a million.
That would be
a good vacation, huh, Jimmy?
Whatever.
Screw the reward.
If I knew who the killer was... Ah!
- You'd pass on half a million bucks?
- Nah. I'd collect.
But they didn't specify
if they wanted him dead or alive,
so I guess he'll get his due.
Oh, yeah?
What do you have in mind?
Well, you know,
that guy, um...
from that movie, Jimmy, you used to watch
when you were a kid, hombre.
- The guy with the messed-up face.
- Who, Freddy?
No, no, no. The other guy. You used to
dress up as him and jump out on your ma.
- Oh, Leatherface.
- Leatherface.
Yeah. Remember him?
I mean, he was on the money,
but his technique...
He used to ram the meat hook
right between the shoulder blades,
giving 'em a lot of leeway for kicking
and screaming and carrying on.
See, what you do is you hang 'em
upside down like a regular animal.
You ram the meat hook
low through his back,
legs spread, cleft
of his ass cheeks exposed.
Ooh, sounds kind
of kinky to me.
Of course. Everything sounds kinky to you.
Anyway, what's the first thing you do
when you're sawing wood?
You mark a line with a saw
so you can get a straight cut.
That's the crack
of this guy's ass.
You line up the blade, fire that baby up
and...
It sounds like if you're gonna go through
all the trouble to string this bastard up,
it would be a waste
to just finish him off just like that.
What would you do besides
licking him to death?
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
What would I do?
Uh... let's see.
Ooh. I'd pull his eyes out.
- Ooh, that's original, Mona.
- Ha, ha, ha.
F*** you too.
Ha, ha, ha.
You got a sick plan, Steve.
Where you gonna get tools
like that?
Are you kidding, man? This place was a
turn-of-the-century butcher shop.
Most of the original sh*t's
still down in the basement.
You're kidding.
No, really.
Cleavers, knives, meat hooks.
Scary-looking sh*t.
Just what that prick deserves.
So, what's wrong with putting
half a million bucks in your pocket?
- Uh... nothing.
- Mm-mm. Absolutely nothing.
A Caribbean cruise. Ooh, a new crib
in a decent neighborhood.
- Oh, and a new pimped ride.
- Acting lessons.
- Mmm.
- And a big house in Malibu,
with a fireplace
and a view of the ocean.
Mmm. Ah.
What would you do, Jimmy?
A guy like that's
nothing but vermin.
Yeah, but how
would you kill him?
Well, he's still
hanging upside down, right?
I'd wrap him up
in Saran Wrap,
f***ing head to toe,
like a big chunk of dope.
Then I'd cut him up.
Cut him up really bad.
Let that plastic baggy fill up
like a used condom.
Let that son of a b*tch
choke in his own filthy blood.
Freako.
Well, before this goes on,
I will bid you adieu before I hurl.
Bye, Morty.
Ah. Hey, what
would you do, Jess?
- Finished.
- Hey, they locked us in.
Oh. I couldn't kill anyone.
Hypothetically, Jessita.
Let's say you're cornered. You or him.
Do or die. What would you do?
Cut off his head, I guess.
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