Otis Page #6

Get the bag.

Just get in the truck. Get in the truck.

Let's go.

- Reed.

Get in the goddamn car.

- Come on.

- In the truck now.

F*** this.

Go.

More to give.

More to give.

More to give.

The pizza was still hot.

And you said... You said

you wished you had more to give.

Mom?

Hm?

What?

We're gonna take you home, honey.

In the morning.

They said as soon as they sign your papers

for the release...

...we're gonna get to take you home.

Everything is gonna be fine.

Doctor said we could take you home.

Yeah. Mom just said.

Did they find him?

I didn't...

Didn't recognize...

...his uniform. It wasn't Slice of Heaven.

No.

They did not find him...

...yet.

You... You didn't. You didn't go there.

You went there.

To the address.

That's why you didn't want me to...

No, no, no, Riley. No, no.

You saw it.

All of it, and you saw him.

Honey...

Don't be silly.

Okay, do it.

I'll burn out his vocal cords.

- No, no, no.

No, no, no.

I've already smashed him

in the face with a shovel.

Motherfuckers. Motherfuckers.

Your dad could cut his fingers and

toes off we could blend them in a smoothie...

...and make him drink it.

No. No. Don't.

How was the cake?

What?

- The red velvet cake.

The red velvet cake.

Riley's favorite?

I bet it was really good.

Yeah. Um...

It was good.

- Sorry we didn't save any for you.

- It's okay.

Has there been any progress,

Agent Hotchkiss...

...finding the man

who did this to my daughter?

Um, yes, there has, Mrs. Lawson.

There's been some progress.

Did you know that this hospital

has a chapel?

What do you say we go

have a little chat...

...in the presence of God.

So we tracked down the residence.

Otis Broth. Found his whole setup.

Underground dungeon.

Chains, torture videos,

some pretty sick sh*t.

The only problem is...

...I don't think I'm ever gonna find him.

Why?

Well, it turns out that this Otis,

he videotaped everything.

Had these digital cameras, three of them,

activated with motion sensors.

Some pretty interesting sh*t.

Now, you would expect

your basic gore porn, right?

Snuff films.

Succulent young babes getting laid,

flayed, and death-delayed...

...till some whack-a-do busts his nut,

shoots them in the head...

...and gets to work with a hacksaw.

What's on the camera, Agent Hotchkiss?

What do you think, Mr. Lawson?

What's on it?

Well, unfortunately, all the cameras

were pointed in the wrong direction...

...to catch the entire spectacle...

...but we got audio.

Dolby, surround sound.

We captured everything

you guys did to Otis.

As far as I'm concerned,

he got everything he deserved.

The smoothie

had me worried for a little while...

...but the tape ran out before

it got too out of hand.

Out of hand.

Right.

You three are

some badass motherfuckers.

I gotta tell you, I wish I could've

had a crack at him too.

You heard us kill Otis?

It's all on here.

And you're not gonna tell anyone?

What, the other cops, the other parents?

Oh, they'd love this, but no.

I'm not gonna rat you out.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, thank you. Thank you.

- Thank you, God.

- Thank you, Agent Hotchkiss.

It's a 3-D jigsaw puzzle that very few

are trained to understand.

Let us pray.

You're lying to me.

Hm?

You guys did something. I can tell.

- Tell her.

- There's nothing to tell.

Honey, you're home and you're safe.

What would you like for dinner?

- Am I? I mean, am I safe?

- F***, no.

What is going on?

Nothing.

- Mom.

- Reed?

Riley, we went over there

and killed Otis' brother.

What?

We thought it was Otis, but it wasn't.

It was his f***ing brother...

You killed...

Otis is still out there coming for us.

- Reed.

- What, Dad? We're sitting ducks.

- You killed Otis' brother?

- It was your mother's idea.

- God, you're gonna start that again.

- It's the truth.

- Mom.

- Look.

Now would be a good time

to manage your anger, Will.

Oh, I'll manage it, okay? I'll manage.

I'm gonna call the cops...

...we're gonna turn ourselves in...

...they're gonna take us into custody,

and we'll be safe.

- F*** this.

Custody.

- Yeah. We'll be surrounded by police.

- Oh, great. That's just great.

Look, you're either in the marriage

or you're not.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Reed.

What the f*** are you doing?

They're gonna be at each other

for the next 30 minutes.

I'm not waiting around.

Mom and Dad went apeshit, Riley.

They really f***ed him up.

Why?

They thought it was Otis, he raped you...

...and he beat you and he's...

- Raped me?

- Yeah.

He didn't.

24-Hour Pizza.

- What?

- 24-Hour Pizza.

No, wait a minute.

- He didn't?

- No.

He wanted to, but he didn't.

He couldn't. He just...

He danced with me.

- F***.

- Excuse me, hello?

Yeah, I'd like to order a pizza.

- Thick crust or thin?

- Thick, with everything.

- Super extravaganza?

- Sure, large, whatever.

Extra tomato sauce.

206 Twin Oaks Avenue.

That'll be 19.84,

30 minutes with a smile.

Great.

Whatever you do, don't tell them

he didn't rape you.

What kind of man wimps out

when his women are being abused?

Wimps out? I hit the man

with a shovel, Kate.

- I electrocuted his a**hole.

- But you didn't want to.

- Of course I didn't want to.

- We're talking about justice.

Justice, yeah. An eye for an eye.

Your whole world

is about to go blind, Kate...

...because that son of a b*tch

is still out there and he is pissed off.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we call Hotchkiss.

Hotchkiss, the FBI, right?

Yeah, maybe he can zap him

with his laser pointer.

- It was your idea.

- No. I wanted to call the police, not the FBI.

Hey, here's a good idea.

Here's a great idea.

We wait for Otis to come, right?

We wait for the psychopath.

We wait for the pedophile to show up,

the serial killer...

...and then when he gets here, we burn

the whole f***ing house down, huh?

That'd be great, right?

We'll all burn together.

I'll get it.

- No.

- Reed, wait.

Reed, what are you doing

with a shotgun?

- Who is it?

- 24-Hour Pizza.

Wait.

- Done and done.

- Oh, my God.

- Pizza?

- Pizza?

Brilliant.

Is it him?

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