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our friendship more.

I could tell Rass,

the group's kingpin,

had an eye for him

from day one.

I still could not

take lightly the idea

that people made love without me.

Yes

Darling.

Yes

Tom!

Tom!

How did you find me?

Never mind.

Come home.

- We belong together.

- How can you say that?

- I know what I'm saying.

- I don't belong with anyone.

You're wrong.

The search is still on for the

leper murderer of

Priscilla Monroe

and possibly

four other victims

yet to be identified.

Already the venomous cancer

has spread to hundreds of men,

Women and Children

and cases of sexual violence

are also on the rise. Be on the

lookout for a dark haired man,

with intense eyes

and a badly infected mouth.

You don't know anyhing

about that, do you, Tom?

Tom.

It's you, isn't it?

You're the leper they've all been

talking about... Shh!

Why didn't you tell me

that you were contagious?

When were you going to tell me?

I was scared that I

would frighten you away.

You are all

I have left, Nancy.

How can you be so sure

that I am safe with you?

Nancy, I love you.

Tom,

I have to think.

Tom, I need to be alone

time to think.

Nancy.

I'm sorry.

I'll call you.

Please.

Nancy Nancy.

In mid-November of 1984

Richie Beacon

was treated at

Cloyfield Medical Center

for injuries to the

thighs and lower back.

His parents claimed he'd been hurt

by the other kids at school,

but, frankly, I doubted it.

Why?

I felt they were being

purposely vague with me.

There were other strange

circumstances surrounding the case.

I found an infectious discharge,

it was genitally secreted.

Sharp yellow color.

Just stupid junk.

Like what?

Like, "You're the dad,

and you're all mad."

"And you know, the son."

I just did this thing,

or something.

It was just some stupid game.

What did he do?

He just totally forced me do it.

It was like he got into

trouble or something ...

If I didn't do it,

he just sat there and laughed.

And I'd get so mad

I'd finally do what he said.

Totally spank him.

Just to make him shut up.

It is very hard, but ...

Mrs. Beacon's account of

Richie's disappearance,

you know. him killing his father

and then flying away,

came directly from

one of his stories.

Nancy.

Nancy?

Nancy.

Nancy!

Nancy.

Oh God.

No.

Tom.

Atmospheric toxins

changed the magnetic field.

That's caused it

to spread.

Don't blame yourself.

Nancy.

I love you, Nancy.

Now it begins.

Miss Olsen!

You'd better open up in there.

Come on!

Sh*t, I gotta go.

Go ahead.

Want a drag, pal?

You're a slut,

You know that?

Your little man

can eat my f***ing prick.

What the f*** are

you talking about?

Look, John,

get lost, will you?

If they see us together

they're gonna start bullshitting.

Why?

- I do not know, but get lost.

- Why?

They think you are ...

Look, I tried to tell 'em

you're OK, but ...

Come on!

You're my man.

Bolton's friendship

with Rass and the others

filled me with jealousy,

but instigated

a transformation.

I felt myself growing mean,

icy, stiff,glowing like

a sword blade.

Hey, you!

Hold it right there!

Come on let's go around.

I'll take.

Well I don't know what kind

of shouting they heard,

but yes,

we were fighting.

Fred was very stressed,

and I was busy.

Richie kept getting hurt.

It was a bad time in general.

Did your arguments have mostly

to do with Richie?

No, not at all.

Fred was angry with me.

He thought I wasn't spending

enough time with Richie

and he wanted to know

where I was. Every second.

A neighbor claims she saw him

ripping up your flower beds.

He was just angry.

Had fired our gardener,

a Spanish kid called Joseph.

He was just very angry with me

so he tore up my flowers.

I know that I was wrong,

but my child

was watching over me.

My son was an angel of judgement

and I had sinned against the Lord.

We are at 69 Gold Street,

residence of Dr. Thomas Graves,

the notorious leper, murderer

cause of countless deaths

in the Centerville area alone.

Local authorities

have the building surrounded

We are presently escorting all other

tenants out of the building,

since the area

is heavily contaminated.

A surveillance operation ...

I have no doubt that we will be

able to cease this

menace to the community,

and stop the spread

of this despicable contagion.

About week before the third

Richie had sprained

his wrist at school. He twisted it.

And a teacher who lives

near here drove him home.

It was about 1:
15 or something

and I had no idea he would be

coming home when he did

so he walked in on me

with this kid,

Joseph,

the gardener.

Hey Broom, what's up?

What's wrong with you?

Alright, Dr. Thomas Graves,

It's Deputy Hansen of

Centerville County

I am required by law to tell you

that youare under arrest.

At this time we have you

completely surrounded,

and there is no

chance of escape.

I repeat, the apartment

is surrounded,

and you are ordered

to make yourself visible.

Dr. Thomas Graves,

you are under arrest.

Come to the window,

we have the house surrounded.

Why?

Open the window

and show yourself.

All I could remember thinking was:

"Oh my God, it's Richie."

But when I saw

his face,

It reminded me of this time,

years before

when Fred

was spanking Richie,

and I was watching,

and I swear he looked at me with

the exact same expression.

It was like some...

an oath

in some other language.

His face was so weird.

It made me feel ashamed.

Still,

Thank you ...

You needn't stop.

It's the same.

I've shot.

And I will

whenever I like.

Open your mouth.

Open it.

I told you to open

your f***ing mouth.

Open it.

Keep that mouth open.

Science tells us there

always a reason why

a star falls

or a body is ill.

And religion does the same.

This is the story of

a man whose quest

into the darkness.

True or false?

Both.

There it is!

I'll tell you something:

Don't jump!

Wait.

Do you think I'm scum?

You think I'm dirt,

Don't you?

Well, I'll tell you something.

Every one of you down there

is exactly the same!

But you'll never know it.

You'll never know it.

Because you never will know

what pride is.

Because pride is the only thing

that lets you stand up to misery.

And this kind of misery!

But the kind of misery

of which is made

this stinking world.

Nothing, Doctor.

He's gone.

Doctor.

I can hear the angels

farting on the ceiling.

Bolton!

Three days later,

Rass took Bolton with him

on an escape attempt

from Fontenal.

Rass made it as far

as Orleans.

Bolton shot by

a prison guard.

After Fred heard

about everything

he bought this gun.

He just came home one day

and he went totally crazy with it.

- Tell me who else knows!

- Richie, go away!

Get out of here!

Shut the f*** up!

He carried around the house,

showing it to Richie.

So when he fell asleep

on the couch later

I put the gun away

in the drawer.

But at some point,

in the middle of the night

he got up

and started again.

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