Some Guy Who Kills People Page #6

We never got that message - "I am a monster."

That was... "Son of Sam" or something like that.

- That's good water. Thanks.

- Yeah.

- So, is there, like, anything else you needed?

- Your cat doesn't sound so good.

Can I say, "Hi"?

No, you see, he's just skittish you know that's why

I put him in the room when I heard the doorbell.

- I'm really good with cats, though.

- I would rather you not.

- Why?

- I'm just a little overprotective, okay?

- I'll be nice. I promise.

- No, not today, Amy. Okay?

- Your cat sounds sick.

- Look, the cat, okay? She's fine.

- I thought it was a "he".

- Goddammit kid! I dont need any of this right now!

Look, Amy. I just think it would

be best if you went home, okay?

- Okay, I'll go. I'm sorry.

- Yeah, that's for the best.

Bye, Amy.

I've been looking at this evidence all wrong.

These drawings. They don't indict you. They

exonerate you. I mean, you get it out on the work.

Kill 'em on the page,

so you don't need to kill 'em for real.

I mean, you clearly hated the f***ing guys,

and you wanted 'em dead, but... Maybe you even...

I don't know, visited some of the crime scenes?

Maybe you even tried to convince yourself

that you could actually do it. But,

you're a creator, Kenny. You're not a killer.

The only person you could really hurt is yourself.

Ooh boy, that leaves us in a very...

a very interesting place here.

You kill a bunch of guys on paper,

and then these bunch of guys ends up dead.

Now, it may not have been you. But, it sure as sh*t

got to be somebody who hated them as much as you.

Who... you know. This thirst for... punishment.

Justice, sick. Sick... just...

So, what's your pal, Irv, been up to lately?

Quiet. Please keep quiet.

Your father gave him everything he had.

And then he wanted to destroy him.

They tore away his soul. They took away his life.

And I could have stopped it.

- You're hurting me!

- Something has to be done, okay?

- I couldn't let him get away with it.

- Please let me go!

- I can't. You'll tell.

It's over, man. It's over, okay?

Calm down. Calm down.

I never killed anyone before.

When I killed Prichard, it felt good.

And when I killed Wade Hutchinson,

it felt f***ing great.

My hatred began to build. With each a**hole

that I killed... Made things better.

Ken didn't have it in him.

He could never do what needed to be done.

You got your 5 guys, Irv. Why Fooger?

I failed to protect him once.

I wasn't gonna fail him again.

The bad guys need to be punished.

Ah, you're quite a friend, Irv.

You would have made a lousy cop.

I wanted to kill them, sheriff.

I wanted to kill them more than anything.

Yeah, I know, but you didn't. If thinking

about killing a bunch of pricks made us guilty,

we'd all be locked up for life.

You know, wait a minute. I gotta ask you, Kenny.

Why were you willing to go down for it?

I'm not really sure where I

fit in this world, sheriff.

Being locked away just seems a lot easier.

If you don't know your purpose out here,

Kenny, you're dumber than a bag of sh*t.

- Hi, may I help you?

- Yeah, I'm here for my daughter.

- Oh, sorry. You are...

- Her father. Amy!

- Ken, what are you doing here?

- Dad?

- Hey there. You want to come over?

- Hell, yeah.

Get your stuff.

- Ken you can't come in here and take her like that

- 11 years, Janet.

It's my turn now.

So how's it going? You're good?

- This is for you.

- What's this?

- It's a little something.

- Is it a puppy?

That is the best nickname ever.

Thanks, dad.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the other day.

I really am. I'm really sorry.

Oh, and innocent.

- I'm excited for the weekend. Who's excited?

- What do you have planned?

- Well, there's the owl festival.

- Oh, what else do you have planned?

We can shoot some hoops. How's your shot?

- Still sucks. But I hit backboard now.

- That's good. That's something.

Ma, Amy's here.

No sh*t, Ken.

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