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911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

Why is this happening?

I'm talking serious!

Why are you
doing this to me?

I have two
more en route to the investigation.

4218 south bound, 0-1132.

371 to Medic-6...

O2, no release from the
nebulizer.

We've tried two times
in the past 30 minutes.

Here you go, Samantha.

Thank you.

You rolling?

This is Samantha Sellers
reporting to you live

at a very active
criminal investigation.

At home of the author
Alan Schaeffer,

- whose pseudonym...
- Oh, my God!

- Oh, man.
- You've gotta let me in. You've gotta let me in.

I told you something was wrong.
I told you!

Like stepping
into a freaking sauna.

Okay today is my last
crime scene,

but you my friend...
oh, mm, mm...

you better get used to smell
of blood in the morning.

Come on.

It's nothing...

About damn time!
I called over half an hour ago.

There are other people sir.

Sure I'm the only one
who's gonna die today.

What do you mean
you're gonna die today?

If you leave me alone
yes I will.

Why would you say that?

Because I know.

How?

I just do, trust me.

Don't you think you're being
a little over dramatic.

No, I don't think I'm being
a little over dramatic.

The hell was that?

You see you heard that.

It's outside.

You wait here
I'll check it out.

Oh, no.
No, no don't leave me here.

Stay here,
I'll be right back.

I told you something was wrong.
I told you.

Line 64 on...

Alex, Alex, I told you
something was wrong.

So what do we know so far.

- Well...
- What do you think?

I gotta get in there.
I gotta get in there.

You know, the first 5 minutes
of your first crime scene

will shape
your entire career...

So pay attention and do
not interrupt me.

There are two kinds of people,
criminals and morons.

And for criminals are two kinds
of people cops and morons.

We work for the morons.

Stay there don't move.

- What was it?
- It was a raccoon.

A raccoon?
There are raccoons around here?

What do you want me to say?

In a city it's rats,
here it's raccoons.

Where are you going?

Going back to
the security base.

You can't leave me alone.

Why what, are you
afraid of raccoons?

Is that what's gonna
kill you tonight?

- Don't condescend to me.
- I'm gonna go.

Please don't leave.

Believe me,
my life is in danger.

I'm gonna go.

Look there's something
I didn't tell you.

At least listen
to what I have to say.

I'm on duty.
It's yours.

As you may know,
I'm a writer.

That explains it.

What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?

You creative types
you have vivid imaginations.

As a matter of fact I do.

But this isn't some product
of my imagination.

- No?
- No.

Okay, I'm a relatively
well-known writer.

Have you heard of me?

I didn't think so.

But have you ever heard
the name Ivan Tanner?

Yeah, I think I have.

Well I wrote two books about
this character "Icaro's Blood"

and "The Way of Evil,"
both made The New York Times

bestseller list.

I've just finished the trilogy
with "Alter Ego."

What does that
have to do with anything?

Ivan Tanner the character
is a violent psychopath.

The first book I wrote
featuring him

made a fortune,
put me on the map.

And I signed a deal
for two more installments

I've just finished the third

and I need
to deliver it tomorrow.

and once I do I'll be okay.

That's great but what does have
to do with anything?

I don't understand.

I've been getting hate mail.

Not just social media
Twitter trolls,

I mean letters, delivered here,
written on paper.

Death threats.

Threats on my life
all signed by Ivan Tanner.

Wait, that's it?

You don't understand.

Ivan Tanner wasn't the main
character of the first book

he was the antagonist,
the murderer.

and then he took on a life
of his own.

He just became the protagonist
of the second book.

Now in a sick way,
I owe everything to him

and he's coming
to collect his due.

Don't you think maybe
you're overthinking this a bit.

A fan. Maybe some asshole's
trying to get in your head

- Not possible.
- Why?

I use a pen name.

The public doesn't know who I am
You didn't know who I was.

Look, this is
way too much for me.

- I'm gonna go back to the base.
- Where are you going?

Going back to
the security base.

Did you not hear everything
I just told you?

- Weren't you listening?
- Oh, I was listening.

Look, what do you
want me to say?

What do you
want me to do?

If you hear or see anything
I'm right down the road.

If something happens
give me a call.

And instead of
drinking this shit,

get some rest,
you'll feel better.

Hey, Alan,
it's me your manager, bud.

You know forget
about the business part

I am your friend and I just
wanted to know if you're okay.

So I'm having some thoughts.

are you sure you want
to go ahead with this?

You know Ivan Tanner's has been
really important for us and...

Hey listen, just give me a call
and we can talk about it.

You can call me anytime.

It doesn't matter what time
just just call me

Why don't you give me a call
and we can talk about it.

There's nothing to talk about.

I knew it, I knew it.

Everybody hates her.
It's Lili Cintron, nice woman.

She owns the crime scene.

She doesn't allow a fly,
a smoke, nothing.

- Bueno.
- iYa! - Bueno.

But the key is
keep it simple.

Look at this cars.

What's going on,
I need to know.

Find out what's going on
over there.

At the end
of the drive way.

Oh, my God,
It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

You didn't tell me
everything.

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

I don't.
I'm not following you.

Don't you think you left some
important details out of your story?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah? How about
some guy's life you ruined?

That's what
I'm talking about.

When you were out
earning a fortune

you ruined
some poor guy's life.

- That wasn't my intention.
- It wasn't your intention,

but the fact is you ruined
some poor bastard's life.

It's not my fault.

So you knew about this.

And you didn't tell me,
why?

I didn't think
it was relevant.

Oh, you didn't think it was
relevant. Why?

Because he is some nobody
from Bumblefuck, Louisiana?

Couldn't that be the guy
that's sending you

fucking death threats?

When I named my character,

I didn't know that there was
a real Ivan Tanner.

It's not exactly
a common name.

Don't you do
your research?

Don't you, I don't know Google,
have attorneys?

Anyway, I didn't know that
by naming my character

I would affect someone's life.

Lots of fictional characters
share names with real people.

You know, that's the problem
with people like you.

Excuse me.
People like me.

Yeah, people like you. You live
in your own little bubble.

Not giving a fuck what's
going on in the world

- or whose life you ruin
- That's not true.

Yeah?
Tell that to Ivan Tanner.

Still,
that can't be it.

- Why not?
- As I said, nobody knows I'm the writer.

Oh, yeah?

Somebody knows

Obviously somebody knows.

The mother fucker writing you
letters, he knows.

Okay, okay,
somebody knows

- But I really doubt it's some swamp dog from Louisiana.
- Why?

I don't know,
I just don't think...

I mean,
can this guy even read?

Wait a minute,
are you for real?

Are you really judging me?

By what right do you judge me?

Huh? I am a writer.
I create worlds, man.

When I create a character
I don't have time to wonder

if that character happens
to have the same name

as some schmuck
from some backwater.

Everything I create
everything comes from up here.

I don't write something
to fuck with someone's life

it's all a fiction,
it's not real!

Besides, when I wrote it
I had no fucking idea

it was going to be a success,
I just wrote it.

I didn't think people were
actually going to read it.

That's right yeah, yeah.

I did okay for myself.

I made a bucket load of cash.
Since when was that a sin?

I'm not going to
apologize for that.

- Yeah?
- That character made me.

He had a family you know.

Wife, kids...

I mean it's all it's all online,

He had no problems with the cops
he paid his tax,

went to church,
he was just an average guy.

What's your point?

You know how they died right?

Who?

The family do you know
how they died?

Yeah, an accident.

In a fire, burnt alive.

He had a fight with his wife
and toast.

His whole family's gone.

I read he was never the same.

But the cops,
they cleared him.

But nobody believed him,
they tried to lynch him...

I mean literally
tried to lynch him.

Yeah, it's a goddamn
human tragedy.

What does it
have to do with me?

What it has to do with
is he comes from a small town

and people read.
Let's just say,

your character, your book, put a
bullseye on Ivan Tanner's back.

And your Ivan Tanner,
well you helped put it there.

Look, he killed a man,
one of the guys

that were trying to
get him in the mob,

self-defense I get it.

But people think it's
an inspiration of some psycho

living out some
self-fulfilled prophecy.

And the cops...
the cops they never found him.

I read he spent the last night
in the burnt out dwellings

of his home
and then he disappeared.

- You didn't know did you?
- Not all the details.

I avoided it.

Thank you
for bringing me up to speed.

- There's more.
- More?

Are you doing an exposé?

It's all online
I just read everything,

everything's
on Ivan Tanner.

There's this
unsolved murders.

Suddenly the FBI is looking
for Ivan.

- I know about that.
- Oh, you knew about that?

Yes,
they contacted me.

The killer's M.O. resembles
some things I wrote.

- So you knew about that?
- Yes.

- But they're speculating.
- Speculating?

It's like you inspired
these murders.

The killer,
he's making it obvious

by leaving traces behind.

That is so typical of him.

What do you mean?

- Leaving traces.
- How do you know?

Well, that's something he does
because my character

- also does it.
- The character...

Talking about a character?

Who gives two shits
about your character?

Look, we're talking about
a real life human being here

Not some character.

This guy's a real life
fucking psychopath.

This is real, man.

You know what instead of
sitting there

drinking
your Johnny Walker Black,

your whiskey, your scotch
you know what I would do?

Instead of bothering me
every 5 minutes?

I would get my shit
and I would get the fuck

- out of here that's what I would do?
- Really? Really?

- Yeah.
- I should run?

Where?
Where should I go?

This is my home! Damn it.
This is where I live.

And it's supposed
to be safe

I shouldn't have to feel
like I'm living in fear.

I pay a lot to live here a place
with good security

and that is
your job, friend.

I'm not your
private security.

I have other people
to deal with.

I get that, I get that there are
other people in this community.

But what you don't seem
to understand

is that today,
on this day,

he is coming to kill me.

Today?

Why today?

What's different than
any other day?

Why today?

You see that?

That manuscript contains
the events

that lead to the end
of Ivan Tanner.

Do you feel better now?

It's all my fault.
I tried to stop it.

I called so many times.

I know who you are.
You're the one who made a call.

It's too late.

You don't understand I know the
man that lives here.

I need to get in that room.
You better let me through.

You know what?
Stop it.

Okay?

- You're not going in there.
- I'm like family.

Actually, I'm more than family,
I'm his agent.

Listen I know the man
that lives here

you need to let me through
right now.

No, listen.
I don't...

- I'm like family.
- ...understand what that means. Okay?

And I don't care.
You're not going in there, okay?

I was supposed
to keep the series going.

I could have gone on
for at least another four books,

Money in the bank.

But I decided to kill him off.

My agent keeps calling me
as in every half hour

He's going nuts
he can't believe it.

I mean why would I
kill the golden goose?

He doesn't understand.

And by the way, the situation
is not good for him either.

In any case, the publisher
is sending a messenger

to pick it up in the morning
and this nightmare

will all be over.

We're talking about
some psychopath

and you're talking about
some some goddamn book?

How does it change anything
if you kill this fake character?

- What does it change?
- It changes everything.

It changes
absolutely everything!

How are you
not getting this?

You know what?

I can show
you why today is so important.

What the fuck is that?

Postcards!

I know they're postcards.
What are you showing me for?

Read where it came from.

- Louisiana
- Read the date.

April 28th.

That's the day he killed
the guy from the lynch mob.

Read this one.

New Mexico.

The day he killed two men
in Santa Fe.

This is fucking nuts.

Yeah.

This is from Arkansas,
this is where he

killed a guy for the truck.

And this one is from the day he
killed a hitchhiker in Virginia.

This is crazy.

Now do you understand?

But why does it mean
he's going to come tonight?

This one arrived today.

New York.

There's a storm coming.

You see why
I didn't want to open it?

- No zip code.
- Voilà.

That's exactly
why I didn't want to open it.

Why I keep saying
you need to stay.

- That's not rain.
- No.

It's clear follow me.

Hey, hey, hey,
your safety's on.

Look,
if you want to cover me,

don't make a fucking sound.

You got me.

Don't think about moving.

Wait for me.

- Sir.
- Sergeant?

I have
a family member here

No, no.
You don't understand.

What's in that room
is a valuable manuscript.

I need to get in that part
of the house

That's not a house anymore,
it's a crime scene.

And no unauthorized person
may enter, so...

I am authorized. I'm his friend
I'm his editor

and I'm his manager.

I need
to get that right now.

Well, buddy,
here's my card.

Call me in a few days,
I'll see what I can do for you

but for now
this authorized personnel

will take your statement, okay?
Go ahead.

- Hey, keep it simple.
- Got you.

Come here, sir.

Let's go home.
Nothing we can do here.

Come on.

Sweetie, let's go.

It'll be okay.

Defibrillator.

Don't let her
any closer.

Si, señor.
I mean, yes, sir.

- You're in charge of here.
- Yes, sir, I got it covered.

Hey, you scared the living shit
out of me!

I told you not to move.

- What's that?
- Move!

Tell me what happened!

Enough!

What's enough?

You leave me standing there
like an idiot.

I hear, like, a fight
or a struggle out there

And you don't say
anything.

I mean what the fuck
happened out there?!

I'm not a moron, I'm not,
a I'm not a fucking child!

Yeah?

How the fuck am I supposed
to treat you, huh?

Just tell me
what was that out there?

You tell me
what happened out there.

Oh, you don't know?

Tell me
what happened out there!

Oh, you're the the writer
the the imaginary guy

the guy with the imagination
the smart guy.

Imagine what happened.

What do you...

Do you feel helpless?
Is that what it is?

You feel helpless.

Not being in control,
you feel alone?

I really think
you're a smart guy.

Fuck!

Mother fucker sit down.

Sit down!
you see...

You see how your story
turns?

How's that for a change
of story, huh?

Say goodbye to your, alter ego.

Aah!

You want to play?
Let's play!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

There's a huge
obstacle here.

Welcome to the second act.

Mr. Schaeffer?

Mr. Schaeffer?

Mr. Schaeffer, wake up.

Mr. Schaeffer, wake up.

Wake up.

Your novel
is calling you.

- You surprised me.
- Why's that?

I didn't think you put up
such a fucking fight.

So where are we going
with all this?

- What's my name?
- What?

My name. Say my name.

Say my fucking name!

Tanner.

Ivan.

Ivan Tanner.
Don't forget it.

Mr. Tanner,
I'm really sorry about...

- Shut the fuck up!
- ...what happened to your family

This is no time to talk
about family,

I have none.
You...?

What about me?

You surround yourself
in your work...

Books, characters, ego, fear.

What do you know
about family?

Know what
the funny thing is?

I'm your family.

I'm talking
about your work.

Tonight...

...we're gonna have some fun.

Wrong hand.

Aah! Agh! Aah! Agh!

How's it feel?

The book!

The book!

The book.

The book is interesting.

Resolution?
A little easy, rushed.

But you did introduce
my character.

Which is basically
the only thing that saves

this somewhat...

mediocre book..

"The Way of Evil,"
hmm.

Alan, it's me again.

Listen I just...
I don't know what's going on.

And I don't want to
bother you.

And I know you're a creative
sensitive genius and all,

but I hope you made peace
with Ivan Tanner.

It would be really great though
if you don't kill him off.

Think of all the great things
he's given us.

I know it's not
just a regular night for you

but if you do choose
to finally kill him off

I want you to know
that primarily as your friend,

and editor,
I will back you up.

In fact, more than that,
I want to make

this new book a huge smash.

Okay, buddy?

I'm here for you.

I like him.

You were gonna make money
off my death.

Whoo!
A New York Times bestseller,

my dick is hard.

Why is this happening?

Because I'm a bad guy.

I'm talking serious!

You're serious?

How about...

you killed my family,
everything I hold dear.

How about...

you ruin my life,
I'm gonna ruin yours.

How about...

I don't give a fuck
about my wife my family

and everything I hold dear.

How about...

I just like to kill.

I don't know.
You created me. You tell me.

Why are you
doing this to me?

Why... Why am I doing this
to you?

Why?

You did it yourself.

You have only yourself
to blame.

Own your shit,
like everybody else.

You little cry baby fuck.

Ivan, stop.

Stop this.

Stop it now it's enough.

Enough?

I'm just warming up.

You're ahead of me,
you warmed up a little faster.

Oh, really?
What do you want?

Want money?
Give me a number.

Just give me
a fucking number.

Money?

Do you really think
I want money?

- Yeah.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're not gonna buy
your way out of this one, Alan.

This is between you
and I.

You and I.

This time you and I
we're playing for keeps.

Alan?
Alan, are you there?

Honey, please answer me.

Okay, this is it,
this is the last time

I'm gonna call.
it's been a week now

And I know you're still
torturing yourself

with that fucking novel

but, that's why I didn't
hear from you, right?

I'm concerned, why are you
doing this to me?

Why are you
doing this to us?

Alan, just please know
you can count on me.

Okay?

Hello.

Okay, everyone, places.

- Here you go, Samantha.
- Thank you.

Copy that,
we have a car coming down.

Okay.

- Perfect.
- Alright.

Did you just
offer me money?

Is that what you just did?

Nothing creative?
Nothing expressive?

It's all about easy money.

Don't you dare touch that.

- Excuse me?
- You're not worthy of getting close to that.

You don't fucking deserve
even to be near it.

I created that
with these hands!

What,
with your own typewriter?

I get it.

This is the only copy.

How eccentric of you.

Your alter ego in that book,
is much smarter than you.

You're half the man he is.

Yeah? How so?

My Ivan Tanner is cunning,
he's complex.

You're just a dumb brute.

What you've done here today
it's uninspired.

It's just a big mess.

You have no plan,
no method.

You're blinded by rage,
it's put you off balance.

- Makes you predictable.
- Yeah?

Tell me what you would do.

Tell me.

I'll tell you
what I wouldn't do.

I wouldn't leave
the real guard's body

in a place heavily monitored
by security cameras.

I'd find a fucking blind spot.

I would have spared myself,
and frankly,

my victim the embarrassingly
obvious ruse

of pretending to be
the security guard.

If my goal was to kill,
I would be much more subtle.

I sure as hell wouldn't have
left myself so exposed.

I would have just done it,
got it over with!

Without having all your coming
and going

and everything recorded
on the security cameras.

Don't you see that when you were
doing all this...

What?

What?
What didn't I see?

Do you think I give a solitary,
single, royal fuck who sees me?

No one...
is gonna take away...

is gonna ruin my fun.

Tell me,
are you having fun?

Alan, it's me again.

I'm not calling you now
as a friend,

I'm calling you
as your manager.

Listen... despite everything
that I've told you before

I think you're wrong,
deadly wrong.

I believe that maybe
it's a good time for you

to make peace with
Ivan Tanner.

Take a moment and...
and be with him.

He's part of you.

Yeah..listen.

You love him
he's your best creation ever,

I love him.

He made us best sellers.

We owe this to him.

Alan,
you owe this to him.

Stop this, Alan.
Stop it.

I know you're not well.
You need help.

If you don't
answer me this time,

I swear I'm gonna call
for help myself,

Do you hear me?

Alan, get out of
that fucking novel!

For once I'm not gonna let you
destroy yourself,

or us, for that damn book!

Alan would you just pick up
the fucking phone already?!

I'm calling you!
Alan!

This is Samantha Sellers
reporting to you live

at a very active
criminal investigation

of home
of author Alan Schaeffer,

whose pseudonym
was Sean Alan Smythe

who famously wrote
the Tanner Series.

Hello, Mrs. Rothstein.

Lili, hear we got a bad one.

Everything
is under control.

Too fucking early.

- Oh, man. Too much blood.
- Mm.

- Gettin' soft.
- Fuck you. Yes, I'm getting soft.

So what do we have?

Well, the subject contacted
emergency services yesterday.

Called a few times
complaining of noises

but then he refused
the patrol car.

We've been scrambling
his private security, right?

Mm-hmm. That's why
they were probably pissed

that he was pestering them
all night.

What about security cameras
they show anything?

Investigators were shocked
to make a gruesome discovery

of a dead guard,
possibly murdered

from the author himself.

So what'd this guy,
you know, do for a living?

He was some kind of a writer.

I am a writer.
I create worlds, man.

He may have committed
this horrific crime

just as he was finishing
his novel.

This is between you and I.

And what's all
those pieces of paper?

They're... looks like it's part
of the book he was working on.

"What is now proved
was once only imagined."

Can you write that?

You feel helpless?
Is that what it is?

Do you feel helpless?

Oh, man.

Blake. William Blake.

Why are you
doing this to me?

Did it to yourself.

Author Alan Schaeffer known as
Sean Alan Smythe

was also found dead at the home.

It's all a fiction!
It's not real!

- What was it?
- A raccoon.

Raccoon?

- This is not some product of my imagination.
- No?

No.

There lies another writer.

Sensitive people.

The name of the novel is
"Alter Ego."

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