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Zulu
Throughout America in the early 20th century,
circus carnivals criss-crossed
the continental United States.
Carny barkers hawked and baited a curious public
to come and see the sideshow freaks.
There was everything from the fat lady
to the wild man of Borneo.
But of all the bizarre acts, the strangest was the geek.
The geek was a man so down on his luck,
he'd do anything for a drink.
But, to earn that shot of cheap whiskey,
he had to bite the head off a live chicken
and drink its blood in front of a stunned audience.
The geek.
An American phenomenon.
Geek. Geek.
Geek. Come on, geek.
Come on, geek. Hey, geek.
Geek, come on, geek.
Hey geek! Come on geek!
Geek, geek. Come on, geek.
Geek, come on, geek.
Ugh.
Luther.
Luther! Luther, you little turd.
I'm going to beat you bloody.
Luther is the story
of a different kind of geek.
Next case, state prisoner #879632.
Luther watts.
Gentlemen, I feel strongly about this particular case.
Based on my panel's interview at Dixon correctional
with the prisoner i must press for parole.
Why? Why in this case?
Because Luther watts is a model prisoner
and has been since incarceration twenty years ago.
His institutional adjustment has been remarkable,
given his childhood.
Jesus h. Christ.
What hogwash.
I feel Luther has more than paid his debt to society.
Debt?
Is that like taxes, Ms. Butler?
Very clever.
But we're talking about a man's life.
What about the three people he murdered?
Has he paid off his debt to them?
That really isn't the issue.
We are trying to rehabilitate prisoners.
Luther wants a second chance.
And the victims' families?
Has he paid off his debt to them, Ms. Butler?
That was twenty-five years ago.
Luther was just a teenage boy.
Bullshit.
He's a killer.
I know it, you know it.
We all know it.
Watts has been a model prisoner.
His institutional adjustment is remarkable.
In fact, in the background file from menard psychiatric,
{y:i}it states
Jason, we've all read the reports.
Sorry-
seems to me, the question is
do we let this watts character back out into the real world?
Yes, I think we do.
You're really convinced of this?
Luther watts has earned the right to a second chance.
You know what the guards used to call old Luther?
The geek.
Because he liked to bite his victims on the neck
and watch them bleed to death.
Human beings have the capacity to change.
You will admit that much, Mr. Walsh?
Should have hung the bastard when they had the chance.
You're disgusting.
I don't know how you ever got appointed to this board.
{y:i}' Up yours.
Bleeding heart bitch.
All right, Walsh.
There's no need for that kind of talk.
I suggest we bring state prisoner ♪879632 to a vote.
I vote for parole.
Against.
Against.
I vote, uh
for.
The board votes three to two in favor.
Parole granted.
Next case, state pfls0ner♪524391.
You gonna pay for these?
Listen, buddy.
You'd better get out of the store.
We're going to call the cops.
Billy, call the police right now.
We're going to escort this gentleman out of the store.
Now, come on, buddy.
Do you mind if i get in front of you?
No, go on.
You're sure?
My mom's always forgetting something.
I'm the one who gets stuck.
Hey, moms aren't so bad.
I forgot the pop.
Watch my cart.
Moms are a real pain in the ass.
Car 101 from Sterling.
Cancel 10-10 at kroger supermarket.
Go 10-6.
What's going on?
10-10 in progress, kroger parking lot.
Handle 1039.
Coming through, people.
Move.
Back up, back up, come on, back up.
Oh no.
Whew.
Argh.
Oh.
No, no.
Oh, no.
"Hm?
No.
You don't want me.
Don't touch me.
Sure feels good to be home.
Mom?
I'm home.
Watch out.
That's nice.
Real homey.
I bet my mom forgot her keys.
She's always forgetting something since my dad died.
Hey, mom?
Is anybody home?
You know, it's been four months since I've seen her.
Come on, you're a big-time college girl.
Maybe she wants Jim to look at the corn.
He's the guy who works our farm.
I'm thirsty.
Would you like a pop or something?
Or something.
Maybe.
Hey, you like banana splits, right?
I'm on a diet.
Great.
God, now I've got to go take a shower.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Beth?
I'm in here.
Relax, relax.
Hgy-
don't forget to wash behind your ears.
Don't stop, don't stop.
Damn.
Rob? What is going on?
Someone's stealing my bike.
Who's out there?
Where are my pants?
Rob.
Hey, that's my bike.
Damn.
Please.
Help.
Help me.
Mom.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
God.
Oh, thank you.
God.
Quick, quick.
Untie these.
Get these things off me.
Listen, it's okay.
Rob's here.
Listen to me, Beth.
Untie these knots.
Beth.
Okay-
Beth, you hear me?
Yes.
Quickly.
I can't.
I can't get them.
(Huff)'-
hurry, honey, come on.
It won't budge.
Come on, baby.
It won't budge.
The 939-
put the gag back in my mouth.
Beth, put the gag on me.
Goddamnit, put the
come on, quick.
Now, hide.
Hey, mister.
It was an accident.
God, he jumped up out of nowhere.
Are you crazy?
Qh_
god.
Oh, god.
Beth.
Beth, Beth!
Beth! Beth, snap out of it.
Beth! I need you to help me.
Beth, snap out of it!
Beth. I need you to help me.
Do you hear me?
He's gone.
He's gone for now, do you hear me?
That bastard is gone.
But he could come back.
Do you know what I'm saying?
Mommy, is rob dead?
I'm sure he's okay.
But, he had on rob's boots.
We can't help rob unless I get free.
Beth, go downstairs.
Get the scissors out of the closet.
Anything to cut these things off.
Hurry up, damn it.
Did you find them?
" No!
Beth?
Rob.
No, no don't hurt him.
Beth, help me.
Beth, you can't leave me.
Don't leave me like this.
{y:i}Ok, mom.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to try to stall him.
No, no, Beth.
Come back here.
Beth, come back here.
Beth?
Are you in there?
Rob.
Rob.
Who is this guy?
I don't know.
' Hey, you $968k English?
You know, English?
Like, what the fuck is going on?
Jesus, he looks like a chicken.
This is crazy.
Oh, no.
Hello in there.
Just a minute.
Ma'am.
You left the lights on to your car.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Jim giles asked me to look in on Mrs. Lawson.
Is she your mother?
Hmm. Oh, yeah.
Mrs. Lawson's my mom.
You alone here?
Um yeah, I mean, no.
Really everything's all right.
Truth is, I just broke up with my boyfriend,
so I'm just a little messed up.
Mr. giles?
He works our farm.
Yeah, when I told Jim about Luther watts,
he asked me to stop by.
Is your phone working?
Sure, I mean, I think so.
Well, maybe I should check.
Um, no, really.
It's okay.
My mom's taking a nap.
Who is Luther watts?
Paroled killer.
There's a two-state alarm out for his arrest.
Look, I don't want to frighten you or your mother,
it's just that this watts character is extremely dangerous.
Just be careful.
I'll tell my mom,
when she wakes up.
Don't go.
Could I get you a cup of coffee?
I'm on duty, ma'am.
My name's Edwards.
Mark Edwards.
Don't forget those lights.
Stop-
I didn't say anything.
Don't hurt me.
Mom, help me.
No.
Oh, no.
Beth.
Mommy?
Oh, Beth.
No, no.
Oh, Beth.
Oh.
I thought I'd come back for that cup of coffee.
Help me.
You've got to help me.
This maniac just killed my daughter.
Please help me.
Qkay, okay.
Calm down.
That's right.
You kill him.
You kill that son of a bitch.
Hey, hey.
Take it easy.
Promise me.
Just promise me that you'll kill him.
Shut up.
Oh, no.
Just show me where he is.
I'll do the rest.
Damn.
Freeze.
Son of a bitch.
Telephone?
Wait.
The keys to your car.
Battery's dead.
Okay.
We'll go inside, we'll wait him out.
Morning's soon enough to go for help.
Get the lights out there.
You got a gun in there?
Don't be afraid to use it.
Don't leave me.
Lock the doors, you hear?
And stay put til I get back.
Shit.
Alright, chicken man.
Colonel Sanders wants to fry your ass.
Come on.
Come on, chickenshit.
Buck.
Buck buck buck.
(Gunshon
ahh.
(Gunshon
(gunshon
damn it.
Oof.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Buck buck.
Oh.
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