The Ungodly Page #3

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No, it's not.

Just let me take

him home, please.

I'll take him home.

We'll give him

his meds.

If we have to, well take

him to the hospital.

Im sorry about this.

Stay here.

Don't move.

All right.

You must be grateful

you got someone

looking after you.

I hope you don't mind.

I thought I'd grab it

while I took mom.

[whispers]

Please.

Tell me.

Tell me you didn't--

That you, that

you didn't kill her.

Do you think l

killed your mom?.

Don't do this to me.

How does it feel,

Mick, to be a subject?.

What do l

have to do?.

What do you think

you have to do?.

I don't know.

What do you have

that I want?.

I don't know.

What brought

us together?.

The tape.

And all the other

copies, of course.

No.

No?.

No.

Did you ever hear your

mother scream, Mick?.

[cries]

Oh, thats good.

Emotion sells.

Oh, I guess no

introduction

is necessary.

Are you out

of your mind?.

He's got my mom.

He's got your--

(Gino)

Oh, my God.

Why is he here?

Get him the f***

out of here. You

weren't supposed to--

I know, I know.

I wasn't supposed to--

F*** you, Gino.

He kidnapped

my mom.

F*** you.

F***, f*** you.

F*** you.

He's got

my mom!

Gino what's this?.

Come here.

Is that a movie?.

Uh, it's his

documentary.

The one before.

Before?.

Before what?.

Before my movie?.

I mean, it's, um--

Mickey tells me

you're a good editor.

(girl)

I was up to about four

or five bags of heroin a day.

He told me

I was blue.

And I felt--

I felt like l

was floating up

on the ceiling. Just--

Just looking down on

my lifeless body.

My soul, I truly believe

my soul left my body.

You know what?

I wasnt even scared.

Just looking down

on my body all

sprawled out.

It was

sort of beautiful.

[Mick grunts]

Oh, no, no, no!

No, please, please.

[cries]

T ake it easy.

Come on.

T ake it easy.

[cries]

C'mon, we gotta go.

[cries]

Did you kill my mom?.

Did you kill my mom?.

You killed my mom?.

[whines and cries]

Did you kill my--

[cries]

You--

[stammers]

Hi, it's me.

Put her on.

What do you mean who?.

The old lady.

I'll wait.

Hold on, sweetheart.

Sweetheart, hold on,

hold on, hold on.

Ma.

[nervous voice]

Mom! How did--

What did they

do to you?.

Are you okay?.

Give me!

That is the closest

you'll get for now.

[coughs]

[sobbing]

No.

Nine months

sobriety.

It's a long time away

from someone you love.

Do you still feel

like using?.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I didn't kill

these people.

Oh, these are

miscellaneous.

Killing alone.

A loner psycho.

How much time you

waste on that one?.

F*** is this?

"Victims. Ruth James,

Lynn Matthews,

Consuela Roman.

Perhaps following

the Bible."

Oh, l--okay.

These last names are

from the New Testament.

You gotta be

f***ing kidding me.

You have here a

coincidence, Mick?.

[laughs]

This is mine.

These are my

cigarette butts.

Where did you

get this?.

This is my

coffee receipt?.

Where did

you get this?.

You left it

in the garbage.

What garbage?

This documentary

is over.

Where did

you get this?

It's over. You

understand me?.

I'm finished!

[shouts]

Stop it!

Not anymore!

Where did

you get this?.

Oh, God.

In the park.

What park?.

Which one?.

Across the street from where

you killed your seventh

victim, you sick f***.

Oh, that's brilliant.

It's because of all

the butts in the cup.

You knew I'd spend the night

watching her through her

window waiting to get in.

But how did you know

which last drop

the receipt came

from the bunch?.

'Cause bastards like

you usually kill

their first victim

in their own f***ing

neighborhood where

they're comfortable.

So, you went to

the last drop nearest

to the first victim.

That's the one.

And then what?.

Then I measured the time in

the receipt with the time

in the surveillance tape.

They got surveillance

cameras in coffee

shops now?.

They do when they've

been robbed twice.

And then you staked

the place out for me.

You--

You are a

genius, Mick.

[whispers]

Let go off me.

You're helping me.

I gotta be

more careful.

I gotta change

my patters.

(Megan)

A happy memory from

Jimmys childhood?

Well.

(Mick)

Megan.

Can l, uh,

can I have

one of those?

One?.

Two. Two.

I got this, um--

Three, actually.

So, um, where

is she now?.

Your mother.

Dead.

Was almost a year before

Jimmy stopped screaming

in his sleep.

When did she die?

July.

Jimmy was--

Was?.

Finally free.

She had to die

for him to be.

What did she die of?

What do you mean?.

She died.

She just died.

People die.

She had an infection.

Influenza.

A sort of--

Three weeks in

Philadelphia Memorial.

Then one day she just

stopped breathing.

Ca-can we stop

right now?.

'Cause I now migraines

come when I start seeing

a white light.

Tell me about

the cellar.

[Little Jimmy shouting]

No, no!

You know, the walls.

The old bricks.

They're filled

with his

neatly folded screams.

(Little Jimmy)

Shes calling me again.

She says this time

[inaudible]

I wanted to stay in it.

I see the light.

Dear God, please,

help my Mommy.

[jumbled voices]

The dirt is

inside of me.

She says she would

leave me forever.

The angels

live in clouds.

I didnt mean

to touch it.

[jumbled voices

and screams]

[Little Jimmy crying]

[mother shouting]

Stop it. Stop it!

[Little Jimmy

crying and shouting]

[mixed voices]

He left this

note for you.

(woman)

Who is it?

Um, it's, um,

Mick Gravatski.

Who?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um--

Are you the girl,

I'm sorry, the wo--

Are you a waitress?.

Yeah. What

do you want?.

Did you serve me

the other night

at the diner?.

Yeah, so?.

[girl groans]

[smacking and groaning]

Put these on.

Put the gloves on!

And get the camera.

Now!

[groans]

[shouts]

No, no, no!

Film.

[shouting]

No, no!

No, no!

Help!

Somebody's coming.

Somebody's coming!

Batterys dead.

My batterys dead.

Replace it.

My battery's dead.

You carry

two batteries.

Replace it.

[sobs]

I cant--wait,

wait, please.

Dont do--

Dont let me see

you kill her, okay?

We can hear

about it.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, look.

I can't, I can't

use any of this--

Listen to me. Listen

to me. I'm gonna

remove the gag.

You look at me,

you scream, I'll

pluck out your eyes.

Jimmy.

Jimmy, please.

Do your f***ing job!

You couldve told me

on the first day you

found out who I was.

You could've taken

that tape to the Police.

And if you did,

none of this would

be happening.

Please!

Please!

Jimmy, stop man.

Stop. C'mon, man.

Jimmy, look.

Look at f***ing me.

[all shout]

No, Jimmy!

[all shout]

Jimmy, no!

No, Jimmy!

No.

[shouts]

No. Look what

you f***ing did!

No, no.

Don't go.

Don't go. Don't go.

Please, don't die.

Please, please.

Please, please.

Please, don't f***ing

die. Please. Please!

Oh, oh!

[pants]

[pants]

(Mick)

Damn!

That sh*t.

F*** you.

Ma?.

Ma, you think

I'm having fun?.

There you go, kiddo.

Cute kid.

A few more years

she'll be just my type.

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