The Butchering Page #7

Whatever.

Look, never question an artist.

Now go get ready.

(thud)

Ready?

Buzzing.

Feel my heart, beating like

a dubstep remix, right?

(breathes deeply)

I'm liking the mask.

It makes you look taller.

Ready?

Message, I like it.

Do you know,

come to think about it,

I don't think I saw

Oliver at all today.

Neither did I.

Maybe something's

happened to him?

One can only hope.

(rock music)

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Ronnie Whitlock here.

I'm sorry for

speaking to you late.

I know your mom.

Anyway.

In spite of recent events,

I think I speak on behalf

of everyone when I say,

the Butcher is dead.

Dead and buried.

I know he's never coming back.

[Students] Boo.

How serious.

What's that?

- [Students] He's behind you!

- He's behind me?

What?

[Students] He's behind you!

Oh no!

I'm so surprised.

(metallic whooshing)

(cheering)

Why did that feel different?

(cheering)

Wait, hold on, wait a second.

(woman screaming)

(students screaming)

(yelling)

Run, Tommy, he's inside!

(gun clicks)

Relationship status.

Single.

What's your Wi-Fi

password again?

You all right?

As good as can be expected.

What about you?

Your love life seems

to be looking up.

Maybe, we'll see.

You might want to record this.

I'm only going to say it once.

What?

You could do a lot

worse than Danny Haggardy.

Right.

Where do you keep

your hard liquor?

Garage.

Sweet!

(dial tone buzzing)

That's weird.

What?

Danny's not

answering his phone.

He's driving.

He's got Bluetooth.

I guess you're right.

(keys clatter)

(dial tone buzzing)

Sh*t.

(door slams)

(bangs door)

(bangs door)

What?

I left the door open,

why'd you lock it?

You knew I was in the garage.

I did not.

You must've, the keys right...

well, it was right there.

(menacing music)

(screaming)

(yelling)

(pounds on door)

(haunting music)

(menacing music)

(screams)

(thuds)

(yells)

(menacing music)

(thud)

(dog barking)

(somber music)

Help me!

Please!

Help me, please!

Julie!

Believe me, he's back!

Get away from me!

No one believes me.

Kaitlin's dead.

He's got Kaitlin, we

need to stay together.

Where did you come from?

It's not me, okay, it's Tommy!

Tommy f***ing Miller.

He's back.

They were right there.

You have to believe me.

Kaitlin?

Kaitlin, I thought he got you.

He did.

Jesus, Julie help me out.

(ominous music)

(choking)

(bottles clanking)

(Kaitlin coughing)

Kaitlin, there's

so much blood.

Claudia, we gotta get

her to the hospital.

We can't go back out

there, he's out there.

There's nothing stoppin'

him and coming in here.

We gotta get her to the hospital

or she's gonna die on us.

Sh*t!

I think I'm gonna go get help.

Are you crazy, he's out there!

Carry on!

Help here!

Thank God!

Well, what the

hell is going on?

Are you okay?

You're a cop, right?

What has happened to you?

Why are you covered in blood?

It's Tommy Miller.

It's Tommy Miller.

She's, she's dying.

Who?

Who is dying?

Inside the hall.

Oh sh*t.

All right, listen.

I need you to go over

to my car, reach inside.

There's a radio on

the driver's seat.

Pick it up and

call for dispatch.

(gun bangs)

(thud)

Claudia?

Claudia, are you there?

(smacking)

(ominous music)

Stay with me, Julie.

It's just the beginning.

Like go live with the police.

Sorry about the width.

Cutting it fine.

Thought we had to change

plans there for a bit.

I wouldn't worry about her.

We're not doing too bad.

So this must be Julie.

In the flesh.

Nice to meet ya.

I've been working with your

uncle for awhile, actually.

He's a good cop.

(muffled yelling)

(Will laughs)

Calm down.

It'll be over as quick

and with as little

pain as possible.

Out with the old,

in with the new, eh?

I mean,

technically he should've

died a long time ago

but we give him a

stay of execution,

I guess you could say.

(muffled screaming)

(phone buzzing)

Fenton.

Fenton, where are ya?

I'm on my way

to the hall, why?

I'm here now.

We need you here.

It's not good.

I'm so sorry, Ryan.

What is it?

Please, just hurry.

Julie.

Almost showtime, kiddie.

Ready to be the final girl.

I was born ready.

(gasps)

He's back, Julie.

Tommy Miller.

He's back for the kids of

this town and he's got them.

He's got them all.

I can't imagine you'd

know how it feels.

Growing up feeling like a freak.

I do.

People making little

jokes behind your back.

Putting you down to make

themselves feel better.

No wonder he cut them into

a thousand tiny pieces.

I mean, I get it.

I get him.

I've always got him.

Have you been in

their house, Julie?

It's a pretty creepy place.

I have to go there all the time.

I found this.

This is kind of my bible.

After reading this, I realized

I didn't just understand him,

I was meant to be him.

I mean, this thing read like

a f***in' instruction manual.

I clung onto the hope that

some day he'd come back,

but then that got a little old.

You see I need him.

Necessity is the mother

of invention, Julie.

And so I decided

Tommy Miller would live on

and I would carry on his legacy.

Not without a little

help, of course.

So the two of you

are in this together?

Pretty much.

We met online.

Kind of a feast burg for freaks.

He has the sexiest

profile picture.

Stop it, Julie.

You'd have died.

We don't have any revenge

motives, daddy issues.

Murder is fun, Julie.

Chopping through Glendale

was one thing, but Braxton

a mass murdering

all-you-can-eat buffet.

So when the three of us got

together, it just clicked.

The three of you?

Uh-oh sh*t!

That's right.

I almost forgot about

our proverbial third man.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please will you kindly

welcome to the arena,

killer number three.

(muffled yelling)

Danny!

Julie.

Danny!

No!

(sobs)

You're gonna have to

watch the one you love

die right in front of your eyes.

It's like a f***ed

up Italian opera.

(muffled yelling)

Julie.

Julie, it'll be all right.

Julie, listen!

(Julie screams)

(spits)

(metallic whooshing)

No!

(Julie cries)

(Danny chokes)

Ethan!

Hey Julie.

Yeah, you got me pretty

good back there at the house.

I think you're a bit tougher

than we gave you credit for.

(crinkling)

Mmm (inhales deeply).

So.

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah

the f***ing slut.

Always with the little jokes.

No better than her

neanderthal boyfriend.

(Ethan scoffs)

You okay, Kaitlin babes?

You want me to take over?

I'm hangin' in.

How about you, Jules?

Look,

I know you probably really

want to blame me right now but

you've got to

understand, it's not me.

It's the man, the myth

that is Tommy Miller.

And I mean, I'll be sorry of

your family member thing but

for our plan to

work, you're perfect.

So you're gonna die.

Sometimes, bad things have

to happen to good people.

But think about what

it'll do for your fame.

You'll be more famous

in death than in life,

just like all legends.

Oh, I really liked you, Julie.

I really did.

Maybe in another universe

where there's no Tommy Miller

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