Otis Page #3

What the f*** did I 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 I was sorry.

Sorry's not gonna f***ing cut it

when you lick the crotches...

...of all the panties in your sister-in-law's

hamper like a f***ing dog does, Otis.

You're lucky she lets me come here at all.

Look at this f***ing pigsty.

What the f*** is this? My footballs?

Jesus.

F***ing coach.

Played me once. I suited up every

goddamn game and he played me once.

Cocksucker.

Did you get this sh*t

down from the attic?

- I like to look at it.

- Yeah, well, I don't. Get rid of it.

And I've had it with the f***ing Froot Loops

and the pizza.

Next time I come here...

...I wanna see real f***ing food

in the refrigerator, and clean up.

You're a f***ing idiot, Otis, but you're not

an animal, so stop living like one.

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?

- 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.

Are you serious?

I'm upset. I can't remember.

Kim. Kim, Kim, Kim.

Kim, right.

Is she...?

Is Kim?

- Is 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 I just said that?

- Give me the phone.

- Stop him. He's gonna blow this.

Don't f*** this up.

Let them do their job.

Their job? Dad, I've watched the news.

I know how this ends.

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.

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...

...but is this just another futile attempt...

...to find something

that might be forever lost?

And what of the man

who has seen Riley Lawson...

...who might be looking at her right now,

raping her with his eyes?

Raping her, or doing much, much worse?

We're very fortunate to have with us...

...the special agent in charge

of the Riley Lawson case...

...Special Agent Ralph Hotchkiss.

Welcome.

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?

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 woman'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.

So is sociopathy, pedophilia,

sexual deviancy...?

Are these all on the rise in America?

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.

- Hello?

- Hello, ma'am.

- Who's calling?

- Oh, jeez, Mom.

You know who this is. It's me.

And I'm just calling because

I wanna find out...

...how late Kim can stay out tonight.

How late? Is 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 I'm gonna do?

She's my little girl.

She sure is, and I'm gonna f*** her.

You son of a b*tch.

You low-life f***ing scum.

- What did you say?

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 f***ing killed.

- Shut up.

You heard me. You telling me I'm wrong?

You telling me I'm wrong, you f***ing 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 I'm going to f***...

...right in the back seat of my car.

I will skin you. I 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 I do? What did I do?

- Hello.

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, I'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.

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 I love you.

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 f***ing ruin this.

- Baby, wait.

- Wait, what?

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 I, Otis?

Well, hello, ahem, big boy.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Otis, this is gonna feel so good.

Oops.

It's okay. It's okay, baby.

It's okay. Don't worry.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

- Wait. Just wait. Just stay there.

- No, stop.

F***. What are you doing here?

F***, f***, f***.

- Wait. Help, I'm...

- No.

Please stop.

No, please don't.

Don't. Please.

Please don't.

Oh, f***. Oh, okay.

You are f***ing back here.

- What the f*** you doing in there?

- I was play... Playing.

Play, playing what?

I was singing with your old toy,

the Mr. Microphone.

What?

What the f*** are you doing that for?

What are you, American Idol?

- No.

- No. F***ing 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 f***ing brother.

Because you're a total f***-up.

Because you're a f***ing piece of sh*t.

Forty f***ing years old.

What are you doing?

You're supposed to be at work.

Oh, God, please work.

Okay.

Okay.

Said I wanted this place cleaned up.

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