The Ungodly Page #2

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Why is this womans

face cut out?

I, um,

I wanna show

you something.

Come on.

It all--

It all started here.

Let me focus.

Look.

I thought I would die

and no one would know

what she did to me.

The hours I spent

strapped to these pipes.

My God. If these

wall could talk,

they'd cry.

Oh.

What you got there?

[whispers]

The proof

that I was alive.

Jim.

[jumbled voices]

[kids voice]

I was here.

If someone finds this,

will you please

remember me?

Do you remember

when I asked you if

you could stop killing?

And you said that if

the seeds were never

buried in darkness--

Were never planted, that l

might be able to recapture

the innocence I never had.

I wondered.

Who planted

those seeds?.

She took you down and

left you there, huh?.

Who?. Who told

you that?.

Did you take me

down to that cell to

justify what you do?.

Not everything is

to your f***ing

benefit, Mick.

Right.

You know, it

just seems that--

Seems like

what?. What?.

What, do you think

I'm killing my mother?.

Yeah, it's obvious.

I mean, in your mind

you think you are,

but in reality you're

killing the innocent.

Do me a favor, all right?.

Remove those eight women

from the equation.

How do you remove

eight women lying in

pools of their own blood

with their eyes

taken out?.

Am I beneath

compassion?.

What?. What

compassion

did you have?.

I'm just asking. Just

try to remove them

from the equation.

[shouts]

It's not an

equation. It's life!.

It's body identifications.

It's funerals. It's families

torn apart!

It's mom's takin'

sleeping pills

praying to God

when they wake up

their daughters are

still alive!

You know what's

confusing you?.

You see parts of me

in yourself and that

makes me human.

You're f***ing nuts.

No, I'm not nuts!

But you also see

yourself in me.

The potential

we all have.

Potential?. Potential

is not action. Action

is what defines us.

You gotta ask

yourself one question.

You gotta ask yourself if

you still wanna find the

human behind the monster.

Because if you don't,

this whole documentary

is a waste.

Come on.

Are you hungry?.

Yeah. I haven't had

an appetite since

I met you.

Do you like pepperoni?.

Oh, yeah,

only the cheese.

Coffee?.

Thank you!

Jennifer.

Are you Polish?.

No. You?.

Yeah, a half.

I remember

in the holidays

when I was a kid we would

have huge pots of kebasi

and sauerkraut.

This place has

the best kebasi.

No way. No, my

mom's butcher,

Mr. Tomaszewski

hands down the best.

Tomaszewski's?.

Yeah. Two blocks

from my house.

Every Tuesday they

got these specials and

my ma, she's always--

Anyway, they are

the best.

So.

Thank you.

Thanks, guys.

Beautiful eyes.

Huh?.

Her eyes.

She's got a perfect

shade of blue. Puts

the sky to shame.

My name is Bob

and I'm a, uh,

an alcoholic addict.

I'm coming up on

But it ain't easy.

And for days now

I've just been

obsessed,

sweating,

and, uh,

I feel like lm

an inch away from

going out, but, uh,

at least I'm

still here.

I slipped last night.

As many of you know,

I've been wrestling

with it for days.

I still have her

blood underneath

my fingernails.

I was hanging out

later than I should.

That look in your eyes

is slowly pressing the

blades into your stomach.

My sponsor tells me,

Dont beat yourself

up about it.

Just don't do

it today."

My name is Arnold.

I'm a serial killer.

I have one day back.

Damn it. I cut off

part of Frank's hand.

(Mick)

Hey. Hey, you see the

footage I dropped off?

Yeah.

Did I tell you?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah, the cellar.

Mm-hm.

Sinatra had such

eyes. Beautiful eyes.

This man today,

he told me I had

pretty eyes.

You think l

got nice eyes?.

I, I got lots

of ideas, all right?

Yeah, coming right over.

What do you

think so far?.

Y eah. Oh, that

looks nice, Ma.

Sh*t. I need

some more glue.

Who was the guy?.

I've never seen

him before.

He was such

a sweetheart.

What'd he look like?.

Tall.

I think he

was tall.

And he specifically

complemented you

on your eyes.

Complemented me?.

[giggles]

He took my picture.

Said he'd send

me a copy.

Ma, Ma, you didn't

give this guy our

address, did you?.

Well, it might be

a nice picture.

[shouts]

Ma, how could

you do that?.

How could you give

a complete stranger

our f***ing address?.

I don't know! Anyway,

it's not our address.

It's my address.

Holy f***!

Youre drinking

again, aint you?

Thats why you never

stay home with me.

I smell it.

Mothers know.

Why don't you

go to a meeting?.

You'll feel better.

I just came

from a meeting.

You keep all

these windows

and doors locked.

All of them locked!

[Police radio

transmissions]

Hey, I need to see a

detective right now.

Sign down here.

No. I don't

have time for this

bureaucratic bullshit.

Have a seat over there

and I'll see what l

can do for you.

You're breaking

my wrist. Stop it!

[cell phone rings]

I know it was you.

Whoa, whoa.

What was me?

You approached

my mother.

I did?

Yeah, yeah.

You motherf***er!

Mickey, calm down.

Just tell me what

happened.

You know what happened.

What did this

guy look like?

It looked like you!

Me? What do

I look like?

Y eah, you, you.

You look like you.

You have brownish

hair and tall.

Im tall?

No.

Guess it wasnt

me then.

No, I mean--

You're not tall

to me but to my

mother you're--

Is your mother real

short or something?

No, no, no.

Ma's not short.

Listen, you sick f***!

I'm calling the shots,

you understand?.

I still got those tapes!

Oh, so you do.

Guess what I got?

(man)

You wanna see

a detective?

Ma. Ma!

Ma.

Ma!

[panting]

What did I do?.

What did I do?.

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

Where is she?

Get in the car,

Mickey Mouse.

You can f*** with me

but you cannot f***

with what I love!

What?.

You don't love yourself?.

Where's my ma?.

Come on.

[siren wails]

Oh, yeah, you're

gonna cry now!

You say anything

and your mother dies.

She f***ing dies.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, this f***ing

cock sucker.

Calm down.

Use your head, Mick.

Is this the way to

treat somebody who

cares about you?.

I'm talking about poor

Mom. She's worried sick

about you right now.

You know what?.

I'm gonna throw

the cuffs on you.

On me?.

Let me tell

you something,

officer. He--

I'm waiting.

My brother's off

his meds, officer.

I ain't in no

f***ing meds.

Hey! Let go.

Get off now!

Put your hands apart.

Get em up.

Get over here.

Get over here.

You got any

weapons on?.

No.

Any drugs?.

No drugs?.

No.

What the f***'s

wrong with you?.

I gotta tell

you something.

You can tell me down

at the station, right?

You stay right there.

No, no.

No, no!

[shouts]

Hey!

Sir, listen. Officer,

listen. My brother

is all messed up.

Please, let me just

explain you something.

Explain what?.

The kid's mouthing off

to me. He's gone nuts.

What am l

supposed to do?.

He just got out

of the hospital a

couple of days ago.

Is that my problem?.

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