How to Be a Serial Killer Page #7

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I want to show people

there is a purpose

or all this.

I'm proud of you, man.

You're really takin' the bull

by the horns on this one.

Now go get me that case.

That's a big gun.

It has a big task at hand.

(Officer)

Do yourself a favor, Mike.

Come out now!

I'm afraid I can't do that!

[gunfire]

I'm out! Cover me!

Sean?

Sean!

F***.

What the f*** are

you doin' in here?

Nothin'.

This son of a b*tch

just took out half our guys.

These guys got families.

You just gonna sit there

and let that happen?

He's got a f***ing

machine gun.

I don't care if he's got

a f***ing grenade launcher.

I've been friends with these

guys since you were

a baby shitting diapers.

Did you f***in'

call the cops, Bart?

No.

No?

No.

Then how the f*** did

they get out there?!

I don't know.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Don't you f***ing lie to me.

I wouldn't call the cops.

I swear.

We're gonna give

him to the count of ten.

If he doesn't come out,

we're goin' in.

You got me?

They'll cut us apart!

We stand our ground, all right?

Now put your f***in' balls on.

Mike, I'm gonna give

you to the count of ten.

If you don't come out,

we're comin' in.

Can you hear me,

you son of a b*tch?

Shut the f*** up or I'm

puttin' one in your head.

We're on the same team.

...nine...

You really

disappointed me, Bart.

...eight...

You really disappointed me.

Seven.

Six.

(Bart)

Don't shoot,

don't shoot!

(Mike)

I'm comin' out

with a hostage.

You move, he dies.

I know you're my friend.

Shut the f*** up, Bart.

Mike, release the hostage.

Release the hostage, Mike.

Release the f***in' hostage!

You need to f***in' relax!

Please don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

You need to listen

to me, Bart.

You tell them you're my hostage.

Do you understand me?

Yeah, yeah.

You say that

and you say nothing else.

Okay.

You got to trust me.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Mike, thank you.

Thank you for everything.

It's been a real honor.

Come on.

He's alive.

Good, come on

Go see if he's on

the other side of this shack.

On the count of three,

you go left, I go right.

We're gonna kill

this son of a b*tch.

We should stick together.

We're gonna split up

on the count of three.

One...

two...three.

Drop it.

No...

You drop it.

Drop the f***ing weapon

or you're a dead man!

You gonna shoot me?

I will if I have to.

How you gonna do that

if I shoot you first?

Don't make me do this.

I'm gonna give you to the

three to drop your gun, son.

I'm warning you.

One...two...

Drop your f***ing weapon!

...three.

[gunshot]

Textbooks tell us

that serial killers

don't have the capacity

to care for others,

to establish

functional relationships.

That's the clinical definition

of a sociopath.

And...that's very hard

for us to comprehend -

that a serial killer

cannot differentiate

between going into a liquor

store to buy a six pack,

and going into a liquor store

to shoot the clerk in the face.

How's it goin'?

It's going all right.

How are you?

I'm well.

Thanks for comin' down.

What happened to your eye?

Oh, some guys were

trying to rape me again.

They didn't succeed though.

My a**hole's still a virgin.

So...any thoughts

about the verdict?

Thoughts about the verdict.

Um...

Well, I guess I knew

it was inevitable.

I've always thought about

the terminus of my lifestyle.

Glimpsing my own

mortality is the reason

I became a serial killer

in the first place.

So as far as

the verdict goes...

Yeah, I expected it.

Things fall apart.

They do.

Mmm.

Have a bite.

Oh, no.

It's your last meal.

Doesn't mean I can't share it.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

What?

It's always somethin'.

You can't ever just sit down,

can't ever just talk.

Can't have a f***in' meal.

It's okay.

I never wanted

to hurt Abigail.

But you did.

I never wanted

to hurt Abigail.

And I believe you.

I do.

You know, I'm not

a spiritual person,

but I like to think of...

her bein' around

somewhere right now.

Being lovely.

God, I loved her.

You should have met her.

I'd like to think

maybe she'd understand

why I did what I did.

You know what pisses me off?

What?

Every time I read an article

about myself it says

I was a motiveless killer.

It makes me think they

didn't even get it.

It?

My message.

My purpose.

Which is?

Oh, come on!

You don't know?

It's not my message

to articulate, Mike.

I simply want to remind people

that this is a beautiful

world that we live in,

and I want them to

wake up every day...

and appreciate it.

It's a privilege

to be here, Doc.

And I hope you appreciate it.

It's a privilege.

["Amazing Grace"

plays on an organ]

[applause]

(Bart)

He's such an amazing person.

It's like, most people just

go through life complaining,

but Mike...

Mike saw through it all.

And he, like, only focused on

what was good about the world.

And that, that is

such a special thing

to be able to do, and he did it.

And I don't, I can honestly

say I don't know anyone

in this entire world who

has the, the joy of life,

you know, that Mike has.

The joie de vivre.

All those people

out there saying,

saying bad things about him.

They don't even know what the

f*** they're talking about.

Mike Wilson saved my life.

And I, I just hope

that I can make

a fraction of the difference

that Mike made, you know?

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