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Welcome.

Here we go. Donna,
check this guy out.

What kind of name
is captain howdy?

Do you like hip-hop? Love it.

What's "I.M me"? Not "I.M me."

"I," period, "M," period, me.

Instant message.

Now we can talk to
him one on one.

Whoa. Let me get this straight.

You're going on a blind date with
a screen name? Who is this guy?

Where have you been?

Someday we'll meet, marry and have cyber
sex with the man of our dreams on-line.

Everything I need to know
about this guy is right here.

Feel better? I guess so.

Hey, he didn't invite you.

Just kidding.

Get his address.

Mike?

Mike!

Yes, Toni? What is it?

Do you, uh, notice anything?

I don't know. What
am I looking for?

Genevieve didn't come
home last night.

Didn't she stay at Tiana's? Yeah.
She probably spent the night.

I'm gonna kill her
for not calling me.

That better be her.

Hello?

Oh, Mary Ann. I'm
glad you called.

What?

bye-bye.

That was Tiana's mom.

She didn't come home either.

Mommy! Aah!

- There.

- That's better.

Try not to speak.

Jesus Christ.

Here all night?

Everything's slow
motion but the clock.

Goddamn machine.

What'd you do with the
N.C.I.C. printouts?

N.C.I.C.?

The F.B.I. computer search.

I asked you to phone in the request for
a list of all known sex offenders.

You told me you'd
take care of it.

What, do I gotta do
everything here myself?

Hey, look, I'm on
your side. Okay?

I just got here.

It should've been
done yesterday.

Our success depends on the other
guy screwin' up, Christian.

We don't make mistakes. Ever.

Sure you don't want some decaf?

Hey, look, why don't you just go home,
grab a shower, get some rest, whatever?

I'll phone the F.B.I.
and get the list.

Anything turns up,
I'll page you.

I promise. Anything turns
up, I'm gonna page you.

Just go home. Okay?

Yeah.

The minute I hear anything,
so will you. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Okay? Okay.

That was Tiana's mom.

She's a mess.

She wants to know what's going
on. Like I know something.

She knows more than I do.

Toni, I tell you everything
that relates to the case.

Hey, I know the drill.

God.

I can't help Genevieve...

if my concerns as her father...

override my objectivity
as a detective.

You know this. Yeah,
well, it might help me.

Are you gonna let us in, or do I have
to cook dinner out here on the porch?

Forty-eight hours? Let
me ask you something.

Do you have any kids?

Yeah?

Well, let's just imagine he's
been missing for two days...

and some asshole file clerk tells you
that's it's gonna be two more days...

until you get the information
you need to find him.

Right. You got 12 hours,
not a minute more.

This is christian.
What do you got?

How are you holding up?

Awful.

I just want to scream.

You have every right, baby.

How's Michael?

The man of steel.

He's a good man. Don't think
that he's not torn apart too.

Who can tell?

Do you ever go
on-line, uncle mike?

No.

It's pretty cool.

Why is that, Angela?

Well, you can E-mail
people anywhere.

You could write 'em a letter,
too, pick up the phone.

No. It's more than that.

I don't have to be me.

Sometimes I pretend I'm some
goody-two-shoe prom queen...

and then I can change my on-line name
and become a hell-raising "B" girl.

I met... I-I'vechatted
with some killer guys.

It's all right.

Girls ever go out with
any of these guys?

It's okay, Angela.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Well, yeah.

How about Genevieve? She ever
go with a boy she met on-line?

Sure, sometimes.

Where are the rites of passage?

The initiations for
the young to endure?

How can they ever hope...

to become true adults
without them?

We live in a world
filled with people...

wearing middle-aged bodies,

yet they stumble to a crawl...

with their childlike minds.

We must all go through
a rite of passage,

and it must be physical.

It must be painful...

and it must...

leave a mark.

I think we got it! Yeah.

frank!

I think we got it!

You sure you want to oversee this
deal? I don't have a choice.

So, what do we got?

Evenin', Tom. Detective.

Okay, a couple of hunters spotted these
tire tracks veering off into the water.

You ready? Yeah.

- You ready back there?
- Good to go.

Then can we kill that music?

Stay clear of the cable, please.
Stay clear of the cable.

Easy. Easy.

There you go.

Slower. Let it drain.

Easy.

Whoa. That's good.

That's good. Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Hey, officer, let me... I wanna
get a shot on the left side.

This is Tiana's car.

Oh, shit.

Ohh!

It's Tiana.

Hey, Gage? Hey, come here.
Take a look at this.

What the hell is that thing?

Looks like a septum spike to me.

Industrial strength. A what?

A septum spike.

It's for a pierced septum,

and that's probably the
biggest one I've ever seen.

"Industrial strength." what,
this is bigger than average?

Yeah. That one's a
fuckin' monster.

A standard septum piercing is
made with a 14-gauge needle.

Eight gauge, max.

This is an eight-gauge. Get it?

That piece? That piece looks
like a double-zero gauge.

The owner of that spike...

has a hole in his septum big enough
to stick your finger through.

He must be a real
aficionado, huh?

What makes you such
an authority?

Welcome to my world, detective.

You think my only
interest in life...

is to chase ambulances
with this rig?

What do you mean, your world?

Body art. Tattooing.
Piercing. Branding.

Scarification.

These are all forms of
personal expression...

dating back to the
fuckin' caveman.

- Yeah, right.
- Hey, we have power over our own bodies.

As technology runs
away with itself,

we...
The modern primitives, man...

We remain grounded in the
tradition of body modification...

and tribal rituals.

- "Modern primitives."
- that's right.

You think it's something new?

Winston Churchill's mother had a tattoo
on her wrist, for Christ's sake, man.

- So, where do these "modern primitives" hang out?
- Xibalba.

"Xibalba"? Yeah.

It's a club in the city.
You're gonna love it.

I'm sure I will. What
does "xibalba" mean?

It means "the entrance to hell."

Hey! About time!

Let's get outta here.

It's like trying to find the
owner of the glass slipper.

Yeah, in a room full
of Cinderellas.

Let him down.

He said to let him hang.

He didn't tell us to kill him.

Why...

am I not dead?

We thought you were dead.

I was almost there!

The shamans call it
the small death.

I was crossing the abyss!

I was almost there.

Yeah, right.

Well, you don't need to know
the specifics of this case.

Yeah, fine.

Christian. Hey, captain.

Talk to me when
you wrap that up.

Gage.

Yeah.

Michael?

We're not gonna release
any information.

Coroner's report on Tiana Moore.

They have confirmed she was dead 72
hours before you pulled the body out.

- Because she's a minor!
- There's more.

Right, so why don't you go
crawl back under a rock.

It won't wait, church.
I can handle this.

They found a series of symmetrically
placed puncture wounds...

through the fascia and epithelial
layers of skin on her face,

her breasts and genitalia.

Have a great day.

The report says judging from the
crescent-shaped wounds, entrance and exit,

they were made with a number
eight surgical needle.

Damn.

None of the wounds were, of
themselves, life-threatening.

Very little blood, in fact.

That's not what killed her.

The cause of death
was cardiac arrest.

- She had a heart attack?
- Tiana had a congenital heart defect.

A trauma caused the attack.

What kind of trauma?

She was tortured.

Welcome.

Hello? Hi, Angela.
It's uncle mike.

Hey. Could you come down
to the precinct tonight?

I need a little help.

Okay, type "tinsel."

"comma. Butt munch. Period.

Tinsel bomb, exclamation point."

you're kidding. This is a band?

This is christian.

H-hold on a sec.

It's that computer geek Bendix
from the on-line service.

Hi, Mr. Bendix. This is detective
Gage. What do you have for me?

I have that list
you asked for. But let me explain...

So fax it through.
Shh, shh! But what?

Well, there's one name in particular
that you may be interested in.

The last person missxxx chatted
with before she disappeared,

you know, f-from the chat room.

I'm very interested, Mr.
Bendix. What is it?

Well, he or she used a stolen credit card
number and false personal information.

We have nothing
except a screen name.

This is detective christian.
What is this bullshit?

We gave you a court
order, not some request,

so I suggest you start processing
some useful information...

before I come down there and
arrest your megabytin' ass!

Hey, hey, hey! Steve.
W-what is it, Mr. Bendix?

You got a pen?
I-i-it's spelled...

upper case "C,"
lower case "a-p-t,"

upper case "H," lower
case "o-w-d-y."

"capt. Howdy"? Yeah, that's it.

I-I'll keep the account active
until you tell us otherwise.

Thank you, Mr. Bendix.
Good luck, detective.

What are you, my dad?
Don't ever do that again.

Don't you ever think? We want
the guy to help us, not hate us.

Got him. Got who?

Captain howdy.

I used the "locate a member"
on-line search engine.

What is a "locate a member"
on-line search engine?

A net pull-down menu.

Oh, Angela. Look at
you. There you go.

There he is.

So, how do we draw this guy out?

I know what to do.

Open up his profile.

This is why people like him.

He's a cool guy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do we even know
that this is a guy?

We don't. Okay, quick,
open up your profile.

Now, highlight "hobbies,"

delete "water skiing."

now put in "winter sports."

there are thousands hacking
at the branches of evil...

to one who strikes at its roots.

Ask if there's any
snowboarders in the house.

I told you. Tell him
"half-pipe, freestyle."

then ask what kind
of board he uses.

Gotcha!

The term "sadism"
is so maligned.

If a doctor performs a hair
transplant or a nose job,

that's okay.

But try and help
another human being...

achieve a higher level of spiritual
and sensual awareness...

by, say...

Piercing his genitals,

and everybody says you're sick.

Which one do you want?

Mmm, the Ampallang.

Well chosen.

Now that's a piercing.

Sure, it is a touchy operation.

You've gotta go through
the spongiosum,

and it does bleed a lot.

And god forbid you
hit the cavernosum.

Blood
squirts everywhere.

That said, there are
tribal women in Borneo...

who won't even consider having sex with
a man who doesn't have an Ampallang.

Those I've used mine on have
gotten a real kick out of it.

Isn't that right?

Clear! go!

- Move, move, move!
- Clear here! Take the stairs!

Clear! Let's go, let's go!

Go. go.

All right, then.

Let's have a whack at it.

Move!

- Move out to the right!

Look here!

M-my pills.

That went well.

Yeah.

Where's Gage?

I can't imagine what
he's going through.

You got that right.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

Officer, can you tell
us what happened here?

Want company?

No.

You wanna know what
gen's thinking?

No one's gonna find her.
Hey, come on, mike.

She just might be right.

Look, mike, we're
gonna get this guy.

Welcome.

Using the concept of "sick"
to minimize and disparage...

draws a veil across a reality...

which you are in no
position to interpret.

Nice show tonight. Hope you
weren't too disappointed.

It's part of the job.
It's part of finding you.

You're an intelligent man. Why
don't you give yourself up?

Don't you find a victory by
forfeit to be a hollow one?

Come on. Find me.

To be a hollow one.

Come on. Find me.

Find me.

- Oh, gen!

Oh, genny. It's daddy. Genny.

It's okay, baby. I'm here.

Don't move, honey.
Shh. It's okay.

- it's all right, baby.
It's almost over with.

It's okay, baby.
Hang on, all right?

Shh! It's all right!
Daddy's here.

We'll all be out of here in a
minute, okay? Backup's on the way.

- here it comes...

Aaaah!

Aaah!

- Aaaah! Ohhh!

Just give me a reason.

Give me a reason, you sick fuck!

Son of a bitch!
Give me your hand!

Son of a bitch!

It's okay, genny.

- All right.

Almost over.

I haven't been afraid of
anything in my whole life.

Do you know why?

Because I wish I was dead.

"Why do you wish that?"

there's nothing left to fear.

I have only hatred to live for.

It's my only pleasure.

I wish you were dead too.

It's over. It's okay.

There you go.

Come on. Shh. It's
okay. Don't cry, baby.

Come on. Let's get you out of
here so I can help these people.

Time, weather and...

In the halcyon town of
Helverton, Colorado,

a veritable house of horrors
was discovered today...

by a detective searching
for his missing daughter.

Unfortunately, he found much
more than he was looking for.

Captain howdy went with
this insanity plea.

Look at the guy. He's a nut. Looks
have nothing to do with it.

The only question is, can
this man understand...

Well, the big story is...

Carlton Hendricks was found not
guilty by reason of insanity.

Captain howdy. That's great.

The cops should've killed him.

Despite intense local protests,

Carlton Hendricks, the notorious
captain howdy, is being released.

Doctors report he has made a
complete and total transformation.

Carleton Hendricks
is a changed man.

Line three, please.

Beyond.

Beyond!

Beyond!

Beyond!

Beyond!

They must have misunderstood.

They couldn't have said
that. That's insane.

They're really letting him out?

Hendricks? They've got to.
Carleton's a changed man.

He's passed every
treatment plan review...

and got great reviews from
the disposition committee.

Courts couldn't find a reason to
hold him. The man's good to go.

Not by me. What he did to those
kids was unconscionable.

What captain howdy did, okay?

Carleton Hendricks,
he's as good as gone.

Are you ready to rock
and roll? Hey, Sam.

The big day's here, and you got
your face buried in a book.

"I have withdrawn myself...

"from the confusions of
cities and multitudes...

"and spend my days
surrounded by wise books,

"bright windows in
this life of ours...

lit by the shining
souls of men."

uh-huh. Is that a
Hendricks original?

I wish.

It's H.G. wells.

So, what does ol' H.G. got to say
about you going home today?

Unfortunately, nothing.

I'm a bit nervous.

They wouldn't be letting you go if
they didn't think you were ready.

Just keep up with
your medication.

You'll be fine. Hmm?

Let's go.

Carleton, I think I'd
better warn you.

There's a welcoming committee
waiting for you on the outside.

They ain't too happy.

I can imagine.

No.

I don't think you can.

Mom? Dad?

I'm home!

The act of slow piercing...

is a transcendent spiritual
event. No! no!

There is no pain.
Just sensation.

You observe the body
experiencing the sensation!

Surrender to the experience!

Feel the endorphin rush...

as the surgical steel
slices through!

- Daddy!

Hey, genny, genny, genny. Honey.

Shh. It's okay, baby.

he was here. It's
okay. It was just a dream.

Daddy's here.

Nobody's gonna hurt you, honey.

Shh. Ohh, baby.

Don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry.

Don't cry, honey. It's okay.

Okay. All right.

Okay.

You got the extra
battery pack, right?

This is the scene outside the
home of carleton Hendricks,

a man who, three years ago, was responsible
for the kidnapping and torture...

of five young people and the untimely
death of a 16-year-old girl.

Carol Anne Chalmers-Perez
at the scene.

Could you let us in
on your feelings...

Carol Anne Chalmers-Perez
at the scene.

No comment. You must
have some thoughts.

This man violated your daughter.

I'm carol Anne Chalmers-Perez,

outside the home of carleton Hendricks,
reporting for channel 4 news.

Go back to the psycho ward!

You are the son of Satan.

Burn 'I.M, you bastard!
Psychotic nut!

- I have a brief
statement to make.

Please. Mr. Hendricks is trying to
make a difficult transition here.

You're hounding him.

The courts have found Mr.
Hendricks not guilty.

Get out of town, sick ass! He spent
a year in jail during his trial...

and three years in a
state-run facility.

Mr. Hendricks has been
treated and released.

Mr. Hendricks has
nothing to say.

Yes.

I do.

You murdering monster!

I-I'm sorry. Move.

My lord, Jesus Christ,
will see you burn in hell,

you sorry son of a bitch!

You sorry son of a bitch!

Somebody's gotta
take that boy out.

Right?

Darling, where the fuck
is your daughter?

She's probably with her friends.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll tell you where she is.

She's out humping some high
school football player.

Honey, I'm sure she's fine. She's
probably just lost track of time.

Over the release of a
potentially dangerous parolee...

from a state-run mental
hospital earlier this week.

Carleton Hendricks, also
known as captain howdy,

has parents and concerned
citizens there outraged...

at his discharge...

back into the Helverton,
Colorado, community,

where the memories of the
heinous crimes he committed...

only four short years ago...

are still fresh in the
minds of local residents.

Colorado officials have been quoted
as saying their hands "are tied."

they must "follow the
letter of the law."

he spent a year in jail
during his trial...

and three years in a
state-run facility.

Mr. Hendricks has
nothing to say.

Yes. I do.

I-I'm sorry.

My lord, Jesus Christ,
will see you burn in hell,

you sorry son of a bitch!

The forecast... showers, heavy at
times, with occasional thunderstorms...

What about that piece of shit,
huh? Back on the streets.

He goes near my little
girl, I'll kill him.

Jack!

Honey, are you sure you
want another one?

Kelly's fine.

Some psycho animal is out there right
now... with our daughter, perhaps...

And you say everything's
just fine?

And who are you to tell me when I've
had enough to drink? All right.

Where's the phone? Hmm?

Where's the phone?
Gimme the phone!

We'll call the police... Jack!

It's too late for that.
They've had their chance.

What are you gonna do? What
should have been done already.

Hello?

G-man. Jackson here.

Hey, jacks. What's
up? Listen, I, uh...

I think howdy's got Kelly.

Shit. Yeah.

Make some calls and meet
me at the club. And Gino?

Yeah? Bring the equipment.

Eric?

Don't you pass out on me. I've gotta be
home by midnight, or my dad'll freak.

When everyone just runs away ♪

All right.

I'll wake you up in,
like, a half an hour.

- Come on!

You fuckin' monster!
Where is she?

- What have you done with my daughter?
- You psychotic!

You like pain, psycho?

Come on! Get back there!

- Gino.

- Let's take a little drive.

Gonna get yours now, boy!

That-a-boy!

Come on, now. Get in the car!

We're gonna have a party!

Let's go get the others.

Whoo-hoo!

Let's go!

Move your damn feet!

This'll hold. Make it tight.

Come on!

Let's go!

Get the rope. I've got it.

Give me his hands!

- Die, you bastard.
- Get him up here.

Death... is like an old friend.

- Hang the son of a bitch!
- Yeah!

- Bastard!
- Hang him!

Yeah!

Come on! We're outta here!

What a rush.

It's okay. Come on in.

Have a seat.

Is this your homework?

Yeah, it's for science.
It's really hard.

Madeline? Come on out now.

I'm starting to lose my hard-on
here, for Christ's sake.

I'll be right there. This stuff
isn't easy to put on, you know.

What the hell's
going on in there?

Dumb bitch.

Hey, all right. That's it.

Give her what she
wants right now.

Oh, yeah.

Come to daddy.

Oh!

Damn, get out of here.
You're turning me on here!

Enough of this shit.

Come here.

You deaf?

I said, enough of this
dancing sh... my god, Maddy.

What?

What's the matter
with your neck?

Maddy! You!

- Wanna play ball, scarecrow?
- Ohh!

Don't be so hard on us.

Come on, we're doing
everything we can.

Hey, mike.

Poor Kelly Roth thinks this
vigilante thing's all her fault.

I mean, this was gonna
happen, with or without her.

Tell him yes, sticking out of
his fucking lower intestines.

- Pick up that.

Twelfth precinct. Detective
christian speaking.

I'm one of those who finds
the superfluous essential.

But you, I could do without.

I-it's him.

You ready to come in, carleton?

You think your badge is power.

It's not. Knowledge is power.

Your badge isn't even permanent.

My badges, I can never take off.

They set me apart from all
others until the day I die.

My badges are forever, but
yours is a convenience.

Your badges have no meaning.

My badge represents the law.

I need a trace on
Gage's outside line.

And which law is that, Michael?
The law that found me not guilty?

Or the law that allowed others to
take matters into their own hands?

- That was wrong.
- No, you were wrong!

You all were wrong.

Now I've found a whole
new flock in need of...

a spiritual awakening
through my steady hand.

Where are you, carleton?
Tell me where you are.

Fuck!

Some people want everything given
to them with a big, red bow,

but not you.

You don't want a thing, do you?

How much is enough, hmm?

It's been said that
the road of excess...

leads to the palace of wisdom,

for we never know how
much is enough...

until we know what
is more than enough.

oh, stop being a baby.

You don't like me very
much, do you, jacks?

I understand.

In our society, physical
difference frightens people.

Oh, you can be as...

deviant as hell on the insides,

but do one little physical thing
like... oh, I don't know...

Tattoo your face,

and man, do people freak out.

It's a curse of our
society that we must...

fit in to a rigid
pattern to belong.

There's no room for
imagination...

and creativity.

Are you crying?

Jacksy.

Jackson!

There's no crying.
You're not a child.

Your childhood was over the moment
you knew you were going to die.

Sunny.

It's time to expand...

your spiritual horizons.

Trust me.

You need an out-of-body
experience.

What's that?

You're already
spiritually aware?

Sunny, my dear, old
dad always told me,

never confuse desperation...

with a spiritual awakening.

Prepare for the kavandi bearing.

Embrace the spears of Shiva.

Suffer, my daughter,
to wear the itiburi.

Will the daughter
accept the itiburi?

I'll take that as a
yes. Don't move.

This pain is an important
part of our bonding,

a physical horror
that binds us...

even tighter.

The very intensity of
this experience...

helps to widen the
gulf between us...

and those who have not
shared it with us.

You must transcend what
the body feels as pain.

Turn it into pleasure,

and then into a spiritual event.

You do not feel the pain.

- The body feels the pain.

Well, maybe you
do feel the pain.

Thank you.

- Yeah. Gage.
- Hey. This a bad time?

We're headed over to the hospital
to see how Madeline Roth is doing.

How's things at your mom's?

She's good, I'm good.
I wish you were here.

Yeah, me too.

So gen's back home?

What are you talking
about? She's at school.

I called the school. They
said she left yesterday.

What?

The school said that you called.

- Uh, uh...
- Mike?

Uh... I'm on my way to the house.

Oh, god, please don't
let this be happening.

Genevieve!

Toni?

Oh, no. Oh, man.

What, no hello?

Where's my daughter, Hendricks?

- Genevieve's with me.

I'm taking especially
good care of her.

You've got to love
this technology.

Detective what's-his-name.

Falling apart at
the seams, I see.

And is that the
lovely Mrs. Gage?

What an unexpected, yet
pleasant surprise.

What have you done with my
daughter, you fuckin' bastard?

Ooh! Fiery.

I need that. Maybe I
took the wrong one.

Why Genevieve? What
did she do to you?

She didn't do a thing.

Didn't you tell her?

You didn't, did you?

- How human.
- What is he talking about? What didn't you tell me?

Mike, we're on it.
Keep him on-line.

You know, pain is a uniquely
personal experience.

Long is the ornament,
short is the pain.

- Oh, god. Oh, no, no.
- It's too bad you're not here.

When the piercings are fresh,
the sexual excitation...

is to die for.

You sadistic sack of
shit! I'll kill you!

I swear to god, I'll
kill you! Stop, stop.

Sadistic? Really?

This animal has genny. Do you
really want to set him off?

I find sadists rather dull. I'm interested
in heightening people's awareness,

altering states through
primitive rituals.

Hey, where'd everybody go?

It's okay, honey. Daddy's gonna
find you. You just hang on.

Ooh! "Daddy's gonna find
you. Hang on." scary! When?

Please, carleton,
I'm begging you.

Take me. Let my daughter go.

Tempting, but you see,

gen and I have only...

brushed the surface
of our relationship.

So much flesh,

so little time.

- What's... what's going on?

- No.
- Oh, no!

No.

No!

Toni?

What did he mean by that?

What didn't you tell me?

What did you do?

What did you do?

What I didn't do.

Unit nine, investigate a report
of unauthorized activity...

at 410 east Halifax.

Unit nine on the 10-7. the lock
was jimmied. We're inside.

Requesting a code one.

10-4, unit nine. You now have
a code one. You may proceed.

Unit nine. We have unidentified
intruders on the premises.

Requesting immediate
backup. Over.

proceed with caution.
Backup is en route.

Shit!

Oh, my god.

- Unit Nine - I need an
ambulance down here.

Send me a supervisor
immediately!

Let's go! Roll, roll!

Okay, ready? Ready.

Go.

We're taking this one to
county general. Okay.

Let's go. Get 'er up!

What was god thinking...

when he made carleton Hendricks?

What makes you think it was god?

"Xibalba."

you know, I could give a shit who
made it, 'cause I'm gonna kill it.

There's nothing more I'd like
than to see this guy dead.

But that's what he wants.

We can't, and I won't.

I'm gonna go check on Genevieve.

Hendricks?

What?

For a man who's gone to such great
lengths to modify his appearance,

you certainly are
reluctant to be seen.

Where are you at, carleton?

A name is not a matter
for indifference.

It implies a whole series
of relationships...

between the one who bears it and the
source from which it is derived.

Call me captain howdy.

"Derived"?

Your father was a
marine war hero.

Captain Bradford Hendricks.

Is this how you honor his name?

Call me captain howdy.

I need to talk to you.

So? Talk.

Why can't you face me?

Maybe you're not used to dealing
with anyone who's not restrained...

and mouth isn't sewn shut.

Is that what's
bothering you, Carl?

Some regard it as
evidence of bravery...

for a man to go into battle
bearing no weapon...

that can do any
harm at a distance.

It's easy to be hard from
behind your mama's skirt.

Gage!

What is it? My gun?

Is that what's bothering you?

Here.

You know what I find intriguing?

That for all your rhetoric
and endless preening,

you're no more than a schoolyard
bully with a persecution complex.

You pick on those that are weak.

You run off and hide. Huh?

How 'bout I come over there and
beat the dog shit out of you?

Who's stopping you?

First you dream,
and then you die.

Ah-choo!

Ah-choo!

They all... fall down.

Good-bye, Michael.

Mmm.

You know, daddy,
Genevieve screamed.

No!

Aaah!

Michael.

Don't be afraid to die.

Death is the standard by which the reality
and depth of all things can be judged.

Genevieve will be
joining you soon.

Long is the pain, short
is the ornament!

No!

- What's the matter, carleton?

- You angry with me?
- You know,

Michael, I'll bet Genevieve...

I bet Genevieve felt
a lot like this...

when I was inside her.

No.

Oh, what are you gonna
do now, arrest me?

What's the matter, carleton?

You afraid?

You told me you've never been afraid
of anything in your whole life,

'cause you wished you were dead.

Isn't that how it was?

This is for Genevieve, you fuck.

No. no!

Yaaah!

Yaah!

Pain is a uniquely personal
experience, carleton.

You...

No! No! no!

No!

No!

Aaah!

Mike, it's me. Come
on, he's dead.

It's over.

Aaaah!

Mike, man.

You didn't have a choice.

Everybody's got a choice.

I just made mine.

Tell internal affairs I'm going
to the hospital. Are you hurt?

I'm fine.

I'm gonna go see my family.

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