Secrets of a Psychopath Page #3

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Now, how do you know that?

How do I know what?

How do you know she was a nice

person?

You said she'd never been here.

How do you know?

I'm just trying to be kind to

you.

You also said the word "was"

instead of "is."

So?

So, if something has happened

to my Gracie, I need to know.

You're becoming a pest.

Well... thank you for your

time, miss.

Uh, maybe the police will have

some information for me.

Wait.

I have a better idea.

Why don't you come on inside

and talk to my brother.

I don't know.

Something fishy going on

around here. Come inside.

I'm sure a nice talk with my

brother

will straighten everything out

for you.

Well, just the same.

I'm warning you

if your brother's answers

don't satisfy me,

I will still go to the police.

You-you'll tell him that,

won't you?

Of course.

I'll get my brother.

Like all people, the psychopath

is the product of happenings

in their early childhood years

that reside in their

unconscious mind,

influencing their actions in

their present life.

With the psychopath,

his or her past influences were

of an extremely negative nature,

resulting in an abnormally

excitable state

in their present life

that is constantly on the

verge of exploding into violence

when his or her ego is

threatened.

The psychopath feels no guilt

for their violence thinking

that it is justified.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Gracie!

Gracie!

Oh, Gracie!

London Bridge is falling

down Falling down, falling down

London Bridge is falling down

My fair lady

Build it up with wood and clay

Wood and clay, wood and clay

Build it up with wood and clay

My fair lady

Wood and clay will wash away,

Wash away, wash away

Wood and clay will wash away,

My fair lady.

You...

go... to... hell!"

A terrorist car bomb exploded

today in Beautenville,

killing 27 people and wounding

close to 100 others.

In New York, a man shot to death

is wife, four children, his

mother-in-law,

and 28 neighbors before putting his shotgun

into his mouth and blowing his head off...

Hm. It's terrible, isn't it?

Yes, it's terrible.

When are they going to stop

all the killing?

Why can't people get along

with each other peacefully?

That's the news for now.

Tune in again for more news

Henry?

On the hour, every hour.

When are you going to realize

that you don't need

all the others to regain your

masculinity?

To have sex?

You can still do it with your

sister, can't you?

I've got Georgette now.

I doubt if our victim knew her

killer.

My guess is that she picked

him up at a bar

or a dance or someplace,

and brought him back to her

apartment.

Then when she wouldn't give him

what he wanted, he killed her.

Wouldn't he have raped her

before he killed her?

Well, he might have been

incapable.

Couldn't get it up.

That's the way it is with many

rapists.

They substitute violence for

the sex act.

Bingo. We've got a lead!

Oh, yeah. I noticed her when

she went in.

She was alone, you know?

Long hair... nice ass.

And like I told this other

policeman,

she was with a guy when she

left.

Have you seen the man before?

Another movie perhaps?

No. No, I don't think so.

I'm going to take you down to

the station

so you can talk to our artist.

If there's any information you

can give

them about a description, it would be a big help.

Yeah, sure. Uh, happy to help anyway I can.

How come you remember them so

well?

Hey, man.

It's not every day you see a

girl with an ass that great.

Not the way she moved when she

walked.

Trying to remember your past,

Henry?

Trying to remember what f***ed

you up?

You're wasting your time, Henry.

You're wasting your time.

That squeaking noise you're

hearing from the backyard

is Henry's swing.

He's been out there all night.

You'd think he'd get tired of

it, wouldn't you?

He doesn't though.

I thought I'd go out there and

tell him to come inside...

he'd never leave that stupid

swing.

What does he think about all

the time?

You. He's wondering how long

he can control himself

before he'll kill you. But he

said...

It doesn't matter what he

said, he has to do it.

He'll try to make love to you.

And he'll fail.

And then he'll kill you.

It's the way it's been with

all of them.

You have to help me, Catherine.

How do you expect me to eat

tied up like a dog?

I'll free you,

but you have to promise to be

a good girl. Okay?

I have some money.

I-I can get more if you'll

just let me go.

Oh, money?

I don't need your money.

Mother left everything to me.

Every penny.

She knows how irresponsible

Henry can be.

You know, he's only a child.

Sick.

You're both sick.

Catherine, I didn't mean it.

And...

I didn't

mean it. Please.

Help me, Catherine.

Help me. Catherine? Catherine!

You have to help me. Catherine!

You have to help me.

You have to... Catherine,

don't go!

Father, I've come to confess

my misdeeds.

At times, I...

I talk mean at my sister and...

sometimes I treat young ladies

with disrespect.

I brought you some graham

crackers and milk.

Aren't you going to eat them?

I love graham crackers dunked

in milk, don't you?

You're a sick animal.

I really wish you wouldn't say

things like that.

You know, it wasn't over for

your roommate.

It really wasn't.

I took pictures of her.

You killed her. She's dead.

No. I took pictures of her.

She goes on living forever.

Please let me go home.

Why?

Because I need you to help me.

Please?

I just want to go home.

I just want to go home.

I just want to go home. Oh...

it's all right.

It's all right. I

just want to go home.

It's going to be all right.

You'll see.

One day a little boy came

walking in the store

He bought a pound of sausages

and laid them on the floor

He started out to whistle, and

whistled up a tune

And all the little sausages

went dancing around the room.

No. No! Please.

I just want to go home.

I want to go home.

Good morning, Georgette.

I have a surprise for you.

I'm going to take you outside

for some fresh air.

Do we have to have this

handcuff?

I can't have you run away.

You'll spoil everything.

I need you to help me.

And check the area for any

surveillance cameras

that might have picked up the

killer and Georgette.

Thanks.

Oh.

We have a lead.

It's a new sketch.

The usher at the movie theater

remembered him pretty well.

You ever see him?

No. Never.

That's too bad.

I was hoping.

Any other leads? Nah.

We picked up some fingerprints

at the apartment, but they're

no help.

They don't match anything we

already had on file.

Do you think she's still alive?

I don't know.

What are the chances?

What do you think they are?

I always love being out here.

The freedom that comes from

being this close to nature.

The reassurance and security

it provides...

Henry, please let me go.

Please?

Don't you understand that I

can't do that?

That you're different from all

the others?

It's like your roommate said...

You're beautiful on the inside

and you're not aggressive...

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