Psychopaths Page #2

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anyhow.

When that van overturned

and released

Hillgrove Sanitarium's

most dangerous inmate,

well, they were just

caught in the crosshairs.

Hell, they ain't never heard

of Henry Starkweather

before the night he came

knocking on their front door.

GEORGE:

Hey.

[FORCEFULLY]

Hey.

Hey, I'm trying to talk to you.

I'm trying.

Christ, and you're being

a f***ing child about this.

Absolute f***ing--

Look.

It is not as bad as they said,

I am telling you.

Okay, honey?

Don't.

Don't call me that.

Don't--don't--

don't call me honey

like we just got back from

some f***ing vacation cruise.

GEORGE:
I'll take care of it.

Oh, you'll take care of it?

Jesus Christ, George, that was

the most mortifying experience

of my entire f***ing life!

GEORGE:
Really,

do not be so dramatic.

[YELLING] Oh, dramatic!

When were you going to

tell me about any of this?

Oh, my god.

Are they gonna take the house?

No.

What about Hap's tuition?

No, that was a joke, okay?

And maybe if you spent

a little less time

flirting with Chet,

you would've heard more

about what he was actually

trying to talk about.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

How much of our f***ing money

did you gamble away?

Don't worry about it.

BRENDA:

These people, they're not--

they're not your friends, okay?

They don't think that

you're their friend,

they think that

you're their jester...

[DOORBELL RINGS]

sent here to make them laugh.

Well, now they're laughing,

heh-heh, at you.

They are, at just

how pathetic you are.

[GLASS SMASHES]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[SIGHS]

I'll check it out.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

And in the morning

It's quiet song...

[SCRAPES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Look at her

It's in our stars

Look at her...

[GASPS]

[STABS]

For what we are

[BODY THUDS]

[BRENDA SCREAMS DISTANTLY]

How could I

Ever see tomorrow

[BRENDA SCREAMS]

How could I

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

Ever see tomorrow

How could I

[CLATTERING]

Ever see tomorrow

[THUDDING]

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

How could I

[PHONE RATTLES, DINGS]

Ever see tomorrow

[DIAL TONE PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[GAGS]

[SONG STARTS PLAYING DISTANTLY]

[PHONE RECEIVER RATTLES]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[DOG BARKS DISTANTLY]

[CAR APPROACHING]

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[CLATTERING]

[KEYS JINGLE]

[HOUSE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

WIND CHIMES JINGLE]

["IT'S NOT LIKE YESTERDAY"

BY GARMENT DISTRICT PLAYING]

[ICE CUBES CLINK]

It's not like yesterday

It's not like yesterday...

Brenda.

Brenda!

I'm gonna take care of it.

Come on, Jesus.

[CLOCK TICKS]

[]

[LAUGHS]

NARRATOR:

The proverbial uprising

didn't go unnoticed

once violence started.

And from the darkness,

vengeance emerged.

A personal vendetta

that Starkweather

should have seen coming,

if he didn't already.

[LAUGHS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[CLICKS]

MAN [OVER PHONE]:

I hope I'm not being

too forward about this,

but your reputation

prompted my call.

If you don't

hang-up the phone,

I'll assume you're listening.

Is that fair?

You do nice work.

I appreciate your passion.

[SCREAMS]

[DRILL WHIRS]

MAN [OVER PHONE]:

I'm not gonna tell you

my stakes in all of this,

who I am.

But I know who you are,

and I know that

you're out for revenge.

And I know that you know

what's gonna happen tonight.

And I know that's why

you've been hunting

the flesh and blood

of Henry Starkweather.

Revenge makes a man do awful

things sometimes, don't it?

If you want to take revenge on

the man who burned you alive,

I've got a list of others,

flesh and blood.

[LAUGHS]

What do ya say?

MASKED MAN:

Show me.

[PHONE CLICKS]

[]

DJ [OVER RADIO]:

Now, if you're just tuning in,

Henry Earl Starkweather,

American monster,

notorious spree killer,

is dead.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Give me the f***ing chair.

My children will inherit

the Earth.

They're still out there.

They're living,

breathing vessels.

Just like I was.

Just like I am.

A Vessel.

They're walking all parts

of this goddamned,

godforsaken Earth.

They're doing

just what I've done.

They're the ones, they feel

the same thing I felt.

Do you understand,

the same evil,

it drives them

to do something awful.

But sometimes,

well, you just got to do

something awful.

I tried to fight them off.

They do not know.

No one.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

You know why?

If you can't see why,

it's because

it's f***ing useless.

That's why.

You burn one, you got

to burn them all, man.

Ain't no way

you gonna do that.

See, the truth is,

I got no idea

how many there are.

I lost track.

I spent my whole life

trying to find them.

[METAL SCRAPES]

Sometimes I did.

I'm just the one

that got caught.

That's all I am.

But they're all out there.

[DOOR SLAMS]

And just walking these streets.

I mean, there could

be thousands,

there could be millions of us.

What difference does it make?

You want answers?

You want answers from me?

You ain't gonna get them.

Because you're asking

the wrong questions, man.

Put a big f***ing question mark

on your film, man.

There ain't no why to evil.

Evil's a straight

and simple, "just because."

[STATIC BUZZES]

[BUTTON CLICKS]

[BUTTON CLICKS]

[STATIC BUZZES]

[BUTTON CLICKS]

[CACKLING]

My children will inherit

the Earth.

My children will inherit

the earth.

[CACKLES]

[]

[]

[PLASTIC RUSTLES]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[MUFFLED CLUB MUSIC PLAYING ]

[GATE SQUEAKS OPEN]

BOUNCER:

Hey, a**hole,

we're at capacity.

Rome is up the street.

Hey, slow it down.

What, did you not

f***ing hear me?

[GRUNTS]

[KNIFE PLUNGES]

[GROANS, GURGLES]

[BLOOD SQUIRTS]

["HANDSOME KILLER"

BY KINDEST CUTS PLAYING]

I'd like to take you

For a ride

To my hidden places...

Justin takes pottery classes.

Where the trees

Can cover up--

[GUNSHOT]

MAN:

What the f***'s going--

What the f***?

Who the f***

do you think you are--

What the f***!

[GUNSHOT]

[YELLS]

You motherf***er!

I'll kill you--

[GRUNTS]

F*** you!

Yeah, f*** you, motherf***er!

[THUDS]

I'll f***ing kill you!

You, f*** you, motherf***er!

F*** you, motherf***er!

Everyone loves to hate you

[SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Yes, they do

[MUFFLED]

Now I'll pass 'em up here

WOMAN:

Hey. I don't know

who the f*** you are.

MAN [MUFFLED]:

Shut the f*** up.

WOMAN [MUFFLED]:

F*** you, a**hole.

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

What the f***?

Who the f*** are you?

'Cause everyone loves

A handsome killer

MAN:

Who the f***...

Shut the f*** up.

I'm finally free of

this f***ing house here.

[WOMAN MOANS]

["HANDSOME KILLER"

CONTINUES PLAYING DISTANTLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DISTANTLY YELLING]

[WOMAN GROANING]

[PROJECTOR CLICKS]

[WOMAN MOANS]

[GUNSHOT]

[FEEDBACK ECHOES]

[THUDS]

This man came in

and he had a gun,

he was wearing a--

Call the cops.

[GASPS, SCREAMS]

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

NARRATOR:

The night of madness

hurdled onward,

and the certainty

of death grew stronger

with each passing minute.

MAN:

Help!

Help! Help me!

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