The Laughing Mask Page #2

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back at work? Still, the body wasn't

going anywhere. Listen, I know

you don't care about how I feel, but Nancy's

your daughter. - I don't need this

sh*t from you right now. - You f***ed up

our marriage because of this stupid sh*t,

don't ruin your relationship with her too. - Let me talk to her. - Nancy do you want to talk

to your mom? She doesn't wanna talk

to you right now. - All right, well

tell her I'm sorry. I'll make it up to her. - Don't make promises

you can't keep. What you want, what you want What you want, what you want What you want, what you want - Stupid disgusting b*tch! (sobbing) The f*** you think

you're going, huh? Trying to get pregnant on me? You trying to run away? - (sobs) I wasn't

trying to run away. - Really? I found your f***ing

bags, you whore. - (sobs) Please stop. - And we found your

piece of sh*t boyfriend! Bring that motherf***er

over here! Right here, right here,

right in front of her. This him? Huh? Is this your knight

in shining armor? Is this your savior? Look at me, you f***ing

stupid b*tch, look at me! Look at him. I want you to tell him. I want you to tell him

you love him. - No, no. - Say it. Say it! - I love you. Oh God, no no no no. (gunshot) No, no! - [Voiceover] (laughs)

Yeah, man! Yeah! (sobbing) Stupid nasty b*tch. - [Voiceover] This is the

sh*t I'm talking about. (maniacal laughter)

(old blues music) The f*** is that? - [Voiceover] a laugh?. - No f***ing sh*t, Sherlock! Go check it out! Hurry up! - All right, all right! - [Voiceover] Check it. - Nothing serious. - [Voiceover] Man

don't be a p*ssy. - Nobody's here-- (dramatic sting) - What the f***?! - [Voiceover] What the f***?! F*** was that?! - It's blood, man! - Go check it out! - You have the gun! - Motherf***er, you

better go check it out. Move it! - [Voiceover] Oh sh*t! - Motherf***er! (gunfire) (bone cracks) (screaming) Son of a b*tch! (bone cracks) (screaming) 'Cause he runs on the floor 500 or more And he says he will come With a horrible sound Like a hundred million drums A million one, he really had

to Yes that man will really

affect you What you say, he almost tried

to Say have a super oogie woogie Better get by, more that you

try He will soon have you

feeling his rhythm He makes you sing Enjoying the beats

like the rhythm swings So if you don't go along - I'll f***ing kill you! (maniacal laughing) You're dead! I'm the oogie woogie boogie

man - Don't. (laughing) This is O'Malley. I need backup. (acoustic guitar music) - Double coconut caf mocha? And black coffee for you. - Thank you. - Anyone ever tell you

you resemble a young Angelina Jolie? - No. - My name is Markus Tipton,

talent agent. Call my office. This could be your lucky day. - Thank you. - A little early

in the day, Jake. - Yeah, well this scotch

is probably older than her. - Touche. Well I read your book last night and I gotta be honest,

my expectations were, how do I put this,

not very high. - Your confidence in my work

is overwhelming as always. - I was just expecting

a boring biographical type account of events,

but this, this is riveting. But somewhat suicidal. - What do you mean? - Well that masked character

is still out there. He's killed what, four people? I don't think this was the best idea taunting him this

way, don't you agree? - Maybe I don't care. - But I care, and if you're not thinking of yourself,

think about me and all the money I'm going

to lose if you die. - Well now Mark,

everybody knows an artist's work skyrockets

after his death. - That's a good point. But all jokes aside Jake,

this is suicide. - Don't worry about it. Everything's gonna be fine,

just set up the interview. I'll take it from there. - Fine. (phone buzzes) - Hey Red, what's up? You what, you sure, you okay? Are you sure? No, look, I've got a

meeting, I can cancel. If you're sure, okay. All right, well I'll see

you at the house then. All right. - What's going on? - I gotta go. - Check please. - What type of tea

do you prefer? - I don't cake, Jake. - Well chamomile then. Mine's black currant. Yeah, JC used to make it for me. I've grown quite fond of it. - Seriously? You went through with it? Are you f***ing kidding me?! This guy's a maniac! You know what he's

gonna do to you?! - What do you mean? - I saw him tonight,

in the alley. Yeah, he attacked me. - The laughing mask guy,

he attacked you? Did you kill him? - No, he's fast. Held a knife to my throat,

toyed with me for a little bit,

and then let me loose. What the hell you think

he's gonna do to you? - Did you want sugar? - Sugar? Are you f***ing kidding

me, what's wrong with you?! After JC died, did you just give up ever trying to find Barbara? This guy is our only lead to

finding out what happened. What are you planning on doing? - I wanna show you something. Follow me. I've been tracking him

for months. I'm convinced. This bastard knows what

happened to Barbara. - What the f***, Jake! You're tampering with

evidence from a crime scene! I'm a cop! This is the kind of sh*t

that gets people arrested! - Three months

you were gone, Kate. Do you know what the

cops did in that time? Nothing. This psycho killed

three people since then. Not a single arrest was made. - This is not a TV show, Jake. You're not a cop. You're just a writer. What could you possibly do that my department isn't

already doing? - These are the three deaths

since JC's. One was a lawyer. (muffled screaming) Second was an accountant. (gasps) And the third was a doctor. No connection, nothing

to tie them together. Besides of course

the beware signs. - Exactly. - Except this. - Who the hell's Lopez? - No idea. All I know is that he had paid each of them, and then

this laughing mask guy picked them off one by one. I don't know where this

trail leads, this is as as I can get with

my limited resources. Like you said,

I'm just a writer. You need to go out and

figure this out, Kate. - This doesn't change my opinion on you publishing this book. - Fine. I'll call Mark. (jazzy bass guitar music) - That's vintage there. Now we wait. Now we wait. Life is good. (notification beep) Will you look at that. It was a collectible after all. (laughing) (power fizzes out) (ominous music) Who's out there?! (door slams) I'll call the cops! And I got a gun! (groaning) Please, please. Oh man. Oh no, no, please please please. Stop! I got money. (blues music) Hidey hidey hidey hi Hidey hidey hidey hi Whoa oh whoa oh Whoa oh whoa oh You didn't see me

climb through the window - The f*** you want? Nobody had to open that door

- Son of a b*tch! Who are you?! I just climbed right through

the wall And I want you one and all - F***ing kill you, you bastard! To let me have the floor Take a look, I'm not

such a stranger Here's the face your

cokeys all ought to know - Bastard, I'll kill you. You can tell me I'm not wanted - Stop, come on, please stop! 'Cause I'm the ghost

of Smokey Joe - I'll give you anything

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