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Ah!

A bizarre and shocking tragedy here in
Times Square last night. A young man

either fell or was pushed from the third
floor of the Brosnan Hotel.

But what makes this story particularly
eerie is that he wasn't alone.

According to eyewitnesses, accompanying
him on his fall was what they called a

small, grotesque monstrosity. This
creature is also described as a fleshy

of unknown origin and conflicting
reports tell us...

A small, twisted deformity whose most
startling feature is an unnervingly

face. A face that strongly resembles the
young man who fell from the Hotel

Brosnan with him.

This man has been identified as Dwayne
Bradley, a resident of Glens Falls in

upstate New York.

Police spokesmen have promised to supply
us with whatever information becomes

available. Absolutely.

Details are still sketchy, but
eyewitnesses claim that the monster...

if we may use that word, lived in a
large wicker basket that his companion

carried with him at all times.

So you knew him?

Dwayne was one of the nicest, sweetest
guys I ever met.

It's horrible what happened.

Did you see the creature?

I saw him. I saw him real well.

Do you know what it was?

Yeah, his brother. The little guy was
Dwayne's brother.

Do you believe that shit, man?

the records forwarded to us from
upstate, Duane and his brother were born

Siamese twins.

The smaller one was believed to have
died during a clandestine operation that

separated them. That's true.

We also have reason to believe that
among the victims of the Bradleys are,

evidently, the doctors that performed
that surgery.

Hey, handsome.

Hey, how you doing?

So how are the celebrities today?

They're not going anywhere.

Were you here earlier? I mean, when they
brought them in?

No, I only got on an hour ago. Oh, you
mentioned it. It was like a circus.

was TV cameras all over the place. It
was wild.

I'm sure.

So you want to do something after work?

There's not a heck of a lot you can do
at eight in the morning.

Well, I can think of a few things.

I'm sure.

Eight.

I was only talking about breakfast.

Yeah, I got work to do. Catch you later.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

That mean boy has distinct possibility.

I'll be right back, okay?

Give me your number, and I'll have Dr.
Drexler return your call when he gets

of surgery.

Is that all right with you, ma 'am?

Maybe.

I have permission to be here. The nurse
at the front desk let me in. Good. Then

that's who we'll talk to first. No,
we'll talk to Bradley's doctor. He said

was all right. He said I could have five
minutes with them. I am afraid you are

making a very big mistake. Yeah, well,
we'll just be about that.

I thought they were all gone.

She must have come up through the
cafeteria. I found her in the fourth

have permission from the head of this
hospital. Let me see some ID.

Oh, I was told this would all be
arranged, that I would have full

the entire staff.

I only want five minutes with them.

Nobody has to know.

Will this be a favor? No big deal.

Let me check on her.

I help you out. You help me out. We
agree?

No.

This ain't good.

This would just get me all depressed and
angry.

This is just the kind of thing that'll
make relations between us real ugly.

Real bad.

Is that what you want? You want me to
get real mad? I just want five minutes

with him. Lady, you've got a real
fucking attitude problem. You know that!

We're friends. I knew your aunt. We can
help you.

Please, get inside before someone sees.
Please.

Thank you.

Are we going to bring any outsiders in
on this?

No, don't want to risk it. I'll tend to
their wounds myself. Be safer that way.

Where am I?

He's awake.

You're safe now, Duane. You're with
friends.

Where's my brother?

He's here, too.

You'll both be taken care of.

What happened?

Who are you?

I'm called Granny Ruth, and this is my
granddaughter, Susan.

You don't remember?

No.

Blah must have been in my head.

We'll have to get his leg into traction.

Oh, and get my old X -ray machine out of
Mothball.

Where's his brother?

In the nursery.

He's very upset, very confused, very
frightened.

I'd better go see him.

Your name is Belial, isn't it?

I never met your aunt, but she called me
for help after your father died.

You know, we spoke very often.

And she told me all about you.

There are others here like you, others
who have been hurt and

need to be hidden and sheltered from the
outside world.

Others like you who have made these
walls a place they call home.

There you are.

And wealthy.

But you'll have to live by my rules,
under my

roof. And that means by contributing and
helping and becoming a

part of our little community.

Now I understand you feel comfortable
sleeping in a basket.

Would this one do?

Susan!

And now, I'd like you to meet the other.

Children, children, we have a new member
of our community.

He's been through a terrible ordeal
these past few hours.

So be kind to him.

If he wishes to be left alone, please
let him.

Come forward, children.

Come forward and meet the newest
addition to our family.

Let

me

introduce you to Lorenzo.

He comes from South America.

Born with an oversized head and an
underdeveloped body, He was abandoned by

parents, put on display in cheap
backroom exhibitions.

He also possesses one of the most
beautiful voices I've ever heard.

Would you, Lorenzo?

I'd like you to eat and eat.

No one has yet been able to determine
her parentage. She read of my work and

came to me on her own.

She's like a second granddaughter to me.

She's also our resident poet.

Hello, Malaya.

Now meet Frederick.

I purchased Frederick from his parents.

Yes, purchased.

It's either me or a sideshow.

He's very, very introverted, very
difficult to understand and the first to

comfort and help when one of our family
needs it.

And

here's

someone I hope you'll be able to help.

Someone very much like you.

We don't know her name, so we call her
Eve.

She's been with us now for a little more
than a year and seems so full of pain

and despair that, well, we're all having
a hard time reaching her. She seems to

be so withdrawn into her own private
world that she's been unable to share

happiness and bond.

So perhaps, Belial...

Perhaps you might help her.

Look after her.

Let her know she has a friend.

Great idea involving your favorite story
that I know you're going to love. I

hate it already.

A four -part anniversary special about
your favorite twins.

Look.

Let's see how far we can milk this.

I want you to rehash what we know.

And give me some bright ideas about what
we don't.

They're born Siamese twins.

And they get cut apart, killed from
doctors, and vanish from the hospital.

Don't remind me.

So where are they? Who the hell knows?
Dead, probably.

Oh, no, dead doesn't sell.

Keep them alive.

Lou, I followed this story till there
was nothing left to follow.

If there were any trail left on it, I'd
still be following it. But the story

still sells.

We've got nothing left to go on. No
leaves, no clues.

Zilch. Give me some guesses, opinions.

Ask a few doctors, eggheads, a couple of
psychics. You know, give me some what

ifs. What if they went here? What if
they went there? What about that

friend of yours?

Phil? What about him?

Years ago, he once tangled with a
character we call Dr. Freak.

Dr. Freak? Mm -hmm.

Ruth Smoller. She was before your time.

gave birth to a boy with 11 arms.

The kid died, but it made her sort of a
missionary for Freaks Right.

Even had a freak commune somewhere out
west.

We used to run tons of stories on her
years ago.

Is she still alive?

Find out.

Get her opinion.

But when you write this thing, don't
forget to mention that the Bradleys are

wanted fugitives and how this paper is
aiding in the cause of justice by

tracking them down, blah, blah, blah.

Four -part series?

Front page all the way.

And I'm going to heavily promote it.

And if I find them, do I get the
million?

Million?

What million?

Hello? Hello?

Hi, you're the fellow with the mermaid,
right?

Yes, ma 'am. Hi, my name's Marthie
Elliott, judge and jury, and I'm doing a

story on the Bradley twins.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I got one of
them here right now.

What? Say that again?

I said I got the monster one here right
now.

He's the newest part of my exhibit.

I just started advertising him. Yeah,
yeah.

Okay, okay, listen. You're about 40
miles from Manhattan. I can be there in

hour.

Well, it's been kind of late now, and
the exhibit's closed.

Look, I'll give you a hundred bucks if I
can see him tonight.

A hundred bucks, huh?

Yeah. Okay, you got my address. Okay,
I'll be expecting you.

Damn! A hundred smack of rules!

A hundred smackaroos. Whoa, boy, a
hundred smackarines.

All right, all right, yeah, yeah. Damn,
that was fast.

All right, all right.

Hold your horses.

Yes, I'll be right there.

Right so.

Mr. Barker? Yes, hello, how are you? Mr.
Barker? Yes.

And this is your ad?

Yes, it is, but we're closed now.

Oh, please, please.

I've driven such a long way. The traffic
was terrible. Look, I can only stay a

few minutes.

Couldn't you please, please?

Well, all right. Since I've got to wait
up for someone else anyway, the tent's

around back. I'll show you.

You're in for a big surprise.

Wait till you see my little children.

They're all my little children. Wait,
and I love them. Look.

I'll turn the lights on you to see them
better. Aren't they beautiful?

I love all of them. Come on inside if
you want one of your ladies to eat

something. Here they are, ladies and
gentlemen, mysteries of nature,

on your form of life.

Are they foreign of the earth itself,
like this little lady here?

Or are they spawned from space beings,
like this little lad here? I found him

abandoned one night in a field.

Or are they summoned up?

From the very pits of hell itself.

Like this little friend here, the
Bradley Monster.

This incredible little creature crawled
all the way here from the drug -infested

hell holes of New York City.

And when he arrived here, he was
dragging a girl under one arm and a dead

in the other. A local farmer shot him.

Then, you know what they did? They
stuffed his body.

Into a pit of lies.

Yes, pit of lies.

But it's so large. How could it have
ever fit into that basket?

Acromegaly.

Acromegaly. The accent is on Meg. It
means that he got bigger before he died.

Animal balls.

Chicken wire.

Plaster of Paris.

Paper machete.

I notice you call them mysteries of
nature.

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, what do you call someone who
exploits mysteries of nature?

Trash, low -life scum? Little lady,
there's no reason to get harsh. But you,

don't even care if they're alive or dead
or even real. You're contemptible.

Trash, lowlife, and scum. I'm just
trying to make a living, lady.

I wonder whatever happened to that gal
with the hundred bucks.

Damn these women. Damn them.

And I think you owe Mr. Bradley an
apology.

I owe him an apology?

You heard me. You two work it out
yourselves. I'll be in the car.

No way.

No way, but for me, no way.

Trash, the light has come.

Trash, the light has come. You're empty,
you're empty.

Mr. Barker?

Hello?

Mr. Barker?

So, after I got done puking, I called
the police.

I have to check with forensics later,
but where is that bottle?

Why didn't you call me, Marcy?

I only had an hour, Artie. I didn't know
I was going to be visiting a stiff.

But I thought we were a team. Not that
kind of team. Let's keep this

professional. Well, you got a great
lead.

Belial reaches out from the grave.

Monster mangled, man and a mermaid.

Lovely duck.

How about... Barker was killed by a cult
of Belial worshippers.

They hold his image to be anti -sacred
and don't like cheap reproductions.

Give me a break.

Okay.

Then... No, that's not good.

I know what happened.

A UFO landed in Barker's field.

Loaded with Belial lookalikes. They took
one look at the exhibit and thought he

had kidnapped one of their own. Get it?

Artie.

Maybe there was a third twin.

Maybe they were really born Siamese
triplets.

And the third twin prowls around
inventing the family name.

I'm going to go to Staten Island
tomorrow. You want to come along?

Staten Island?

I love that place.

All that food just for you and your
granny?

I don't know. You think you might invite
me for dinner someday?

Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly.

Maybe if I was a freak, you'd be a lot
friendlier.

My grandmother's retired.

She has nothing more to do with freaks.

What about you? I keep inviting you for
a drink. You never set foot in my joint.

My place ain't good enough for you, is
it? Oh, God.

I'll make you a margarita. I'll put an
umbrella in it.

I'll bake a sour for you. I'll put
cherries in it.

Bitch. Now just relax.

Relax. Just calm down.

Open up your feelings.

Just relax.

Now we're going to pick up where we left
off last time.

Talking about your separation from
Dwayne.

We've discussed this many times, but
today, I want you to really confront

feelings, really confront your anger.

I understand.

For you, it was more than losing a
brother.

You also lost a piece of yourself.

You don't feel like a whole person.

You miss him and need him and yet hate
him at the same time.

I understand that sadness. I

understand your pain.

But ripping the faces off people may not
be in your best interest.

Excuse me.

Just him?

Just the ankle. But I'm not complaining,
not after what you and Granny Ruth have

done for us.

Well, you can never turn a back on her
kin.

Thanks, honey.

You know, I may not hang around too much
with the others, but I do know how much

they love you.

And I love them even more.

I've never known anyone like you.

I've never...

Had anyone like you who cared for me,
who helped me. Well, you've always had

your brother.

Yeah, right. But it's kind of different
now, isn't it? I mean, everything's

changed.

He's happy here. There's no reason for
him to leave.

And as long as he's here, he doesn't
need me.

I'm finally free of him.

For the first time, I can live my life.

Just get in a car, drive off somewhere.

Drive off?

God, wouldn't that be great?

You and I just running away someplace.

Doing whatever we want to do.

Going wherever we want to go.

But I could never leave here.

No more than you could.

We belong here.

But why?

We're not one of them.

I am.

And so are you, as we'll always be.

We're all of the same flesh, Dwayne.

Shit, second thoughts. I've had 12 years
of doctor second thoughts.

We're talking about your child.

Child? Dwayne is my child, not that
other thing.

All I want is Dwayne to be normal. It's
too late to change the other one. Just

cut Dwayne from him. I don't know.

I don't know!

The hospital says no. Every doctor I've
asked says no. You two may be my last

hope. I don't know who you are or where
the Flanders found you, and I don't

care. No questions asked. Just separate
them.

He's right, of course. The boy should
have a chance at a normal life.

They don't share organs or bone, just
tissue and flesh.

If the operation is successful, the most
Dwayne will have is a nasty scar.

And the other one?

Doctor, I'm not even sure it's human.

Dwayne?

That used to be one of my... Special
favorites.

Are you okay?

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. I'm sure I'm fine.

I'm living in a house full of freaks in
Staten Island, and I still feel like

it's connected to me.

Everything is just great.

Dwayne, believe me, I understand how
confusing and difficult it can get. No,

don't. How could you? You have no idea.

Dwayne, you're not the only one. I've
just got to bury the past.

I've just got to walk away from who I
was.

I've just... I've got to be alone for a
while, okay?

It won't hurt, Dwight. I promise you,
this won't hurt. No, Dad, no, help!

Help! No!

No! Honey, hold still!

No! No!

If he's swarming around, this is not
going to work if he's swarming around.

him still!

Is my brother here?

No, he's not. We finished a while ago.
He's probably back upstairs.

Okay, thanks.

Just a moment, Dwayne.

I know you don't like it, but I want to
resume sessions with you.

I'm worried about you.

I'm concerned.

Don't be. I'll be leaving here soon.

I see. And where will you be going?

I don't know. I just don't belong here.

I mean, I'll forever be grateful to you
and all you've done.

I just don't feel I belong here.

You don't feel you're one of us?

I used to be, but I'm not anymore.

Does your brother know about this?

That's what I'm on my way to talk to him
about now.

Are you up here?

Bilal.

Elmo.

Hi.

How's it going?

Is my brother up here?

Yeah. He's up here.

Down at the end.

With her.

Well, uh... Well, uh... I

don't want to interrupt anything, but we
got to talk.

I'm not sure how to say all that's on my
mind.

You know something's been bothering me
these past couple of months because I

could feel you trying to get into my
head.

But everything's different now.

Everything's changed between us.

It changed the moment we came to New
York.

I've always loved you and helped you and
fought for you. I've always proved

that. But my debt to you is over.

The link between us is gone. I'm not a
part of you anymore.

I want to be free.

And I want to get away.

I want to start my life over.

Become a part of the rest of the world.

I mean, it's not like I'm abandoning
you. You found a home here.

And it looks like you found someone you
care about.

What?

Who?

Susan. What about her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I do love her.

And I think she loves me. You got a
problem with that?

Good. Because I want her with me.

She's important to me.

She's my hope. My key to a new life.

If I can have her, I can walk away from
the past.

I could say goodbye to the old Dwayne
Bradley and begin life anew.

If I could have her by my side...

Let me see how this goes first.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm just looking
in here.

Here, read it.

Ruth Waller, please.

You're amazingly persistent, Miss
Elliott.

Well, you wouldn't answer my phone
calls, and I just happen to be in the

neighborhood, so here we are.

Here we are.

I respect who you are. I just want your
opinion.

And I despise you. I despise everything
you stand for. It was people like you

and papers like yours that destroyed my
work, made it impossible for me to give

a handful of unique individuals the
responsibility respect and privacy they

deserve.

I find everything about you cheap and
contemptible.

I just want to ask a few questions about
the Bradleys.

If they were in the next room, I would
never admit it to the likes of you.

For the record, they are wanted for the
murders of at least five people. And

just for the record, you won't get any
help from me.

I'm retired.

My patients are a few elderly women from
the neighborhood.

I no longer have anything to do with
unique individuals.

And I believe this interview is over.

Well, perhaps next week we could... And
I'll thank you not to phone or in any

way bother us in the future. There's
nothing here that could interest you,

Elliot.

Susan?

Susan, I've got to talk to you.

Michael, you startled us.

Michael lives in the neighborhood. He
often runs errands for us.

Oh, yeah, right.

I got those groceries you wanted.

In there?

Hello, Michael.

Well, yes, as I was saying, for what
it's worth, I thank you for your time

for letting me see you. Oh, you're very
welcome, but I'm sure you understand.

Do you think she recognized me? I don't
think she recognized me. She didn't say

anything. She didn't act like she'd
recognize me. If she'd have recognized

she'd have said something.

What do you think?

You think she'd recognize me?

What,

the fire? Can we get the photo?

What's the matter?

Bradley's in there. He's in there.

What kind of... You sure?

He's just looking like that and I'm
staring him right in the face.

He said you found him. You fucking found
him.

What about the other guy? I didn't see
him, but Bradley was carrying a basket.

big fucking wicker basket.

Bingo! Holy motherfucking shit. Wait
till Lou hears about this. Forget Lou.

What? Throw this away on Lou?

This story is worth more than Lou could
ever pay.

How much more?

We're talking People magazine.

We're talking seven -figure hardcover
sale. We're talking TV and movie rights.

This could be the story of our careers,
and it's sitting right in our laps.

As long as we don't fuck it up.

What are you going to do next?

Let me catch my breath.

I thought you warned everyone.

I thought they were with the others.
It's not her fault.

We were in the garage and I didn't have
my key to the back.

Did she recognize him?

Absolutely. I have no doubt.

I'll go away.

I'll take Belial and leave.

I want it to go anywhere. But they'll
still come looking.

And when they do... They'll find the
others.

Oh, my God.

They'll come looking for us and find all
of them.

Exactly.

I can't let that happen.

So what will you do?

Whatever I have to.

If I can't run, I'll stay.

I'll stay and I'll fight. Do I have your
word on that?

You do.

I owe you that much and more.

I won't leave until you, Susan, and the
others are safe.

That's what I was hoping for.

Susan, call a meeting. Get everyone
assembled.

It's going to be like old times.

Children, children, the wolves are once
again at our door.

A reporter from a prying tabloid wishes
to again exploit

one of us.

And by so doing, risks exposing us all.

Risks destroying all that we have worked
for these past...

Once again, our right to live in privacy
and with dignity

is being invaded by sideshow mentality.

Once again, the hateful eyes of the
outside world

must either run and find a new place to
hide or we fight.

Now, I know there are those among you
who are either incapable of

physical confrontation or who are
philosophically opposed to it.

And this I respect.

This I ask you all to... your respect.

But to the rest of you, I beg

doors by now.

It's because she sees something else.

Most probably she or someone working
with her will first try to

gain entrance.

Someone will undoubtedly try to sneak
their way into our home.

So I say, let them.

Let us welcome them with open arms.

and let us give them a welcome they'll
never forget.

Maybe Bradley's in the van?

No, take a look at the house, Artie.

Obviously something else is home.

No, never.

Okay, just get a shot of Dwayne.
Remember, the other one is too rich.

You get a photo of Dwayne, I can get us
back in there tomorrow.

I'll get in there tonight.

Do what I say, Artie.

Don't fuck with me.

I'm a professional.

Get ready to burn some rubber.

Yeah, he's sick.

Real sick. He can't move.

He just sits in the basket and stares. I
think he's dying.

I... What?

No.

No, I can't move.

No.

No. He's up in the attic. It's too weak
to come down.

I... What?

Okay.

Okay.

Bilal? Bilal, can you hear me?

Granny went to get you some medicine.

I'll go down to the basement and get
some blankets and bring them up to you.

What?

No.

No, I told him that. I told him you
can't move.

I told him there was no way I could
bring you there.

He said wait until tomorrow.

Hold it.

I thought I heard something.

I better go look.

How you doing?

Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt
you.

You don't feel good, so I just want you
to relax.

I'll take a few pictures and then I'll
be gone.

It's kind of dark in here, so I'm going
to have to use a flash.

It's going to be a big burst of light.

But don't let it upset you.

Just relax.

Sit back and say cheese.

Oh shit.

Phil, this is Marcy Elliott.

I need your help.

I'm in big trouble.

Can't it wait till tomorrow?

I think Artie's been killed.

What do you mean, Artie's been killed?

You remember the Times Square Freak
twins?

Yeah.

Well, I found them in a house in Staten
Island belonging to Ruth Smoller.

Dr. Freak? Yeah.

That's a name I haven't heard in many
years.

I once had to liberate a freak from that
commune of hers she had out west.

Not what?

Look, I want Dwayne.

Before I go to the police, I want to
speak to Dwayne.

Well, walking into her house and asking
for him just won't work.

You gotta get Dwayne to come out.

Sit down and shoot the breeze.

Hello? Don't hang up, or I'll be at your
front door in five minutes with a

shitload of cops.

You dig?

Who is this?

Let me speak to Dwayne.

There's no one here.

It's working.

Who is this?

This is someone who knows who you are
and who your brother is.

Am I making myself clear?

What do you want?

I want to talk, Dwayne.

I want to meet you face to face, have a
few beers, talk about life.

Without your brother of course.

You Dwayne?

I bought you a beer.

Thanks.

My name's Phil. I'm looking forward to
meeting you.

Working with that reporter?

Sort of.

We're old friends.

But it's just you and me tonight, okay?

What do you want?

Well, for starters, I want to know what
happened to another old friend of mine.

A guy named Artie.

He walked into that house you're living
in now, and he never came out.

It never happened.

Oh, I think it did.

And I think he met your brother.

You're wasting my time.

Hold it.

Sit.

Sit.

Finish your beer.

Relax.

Relax.

What do you want from me?

I want to know where your brother is.

Why?

Because he kills.

And because he needs help.

Oh, you want to help him, right?

You want to help the little monster.

You want to help the little freak. I
didn't call him that.

I called him your brother.

That's what he is, isn't he?

But he needs help, Dwayne.

He needs lots of love and love. Lots of
help.

And I can get him to people who will
care for him.

Give him what he needs.

What if I told you he's already getting
that?

What if I told you he's already getting
all the help he needs?

Then I'd ask, what about you?

Me? What's wrong with me?

Nothing. That's your problem.

You're wrapped in your brother's shadow.

Everybody associates you with him as if
you're both still connected.

You're no freak.

You're no different than the rest of us.

You're even goddamn good -looking.

I can't imagine a gal who would say no
to you.

You could be a regular ladies' man.

I can't imagine anyone thinking you're
anything but a normal, average, all

-around kind of guy.

That's all I've ever wanted to be. I
just wanted people to think I was

I just wanted to fit in with everyone
else.

But you are normal, Dwayne.

You are.

You're as normal as I am.

But it can't be as simple as that.

I mean, you're saying I'm normal because
I look normal, right?

I look like the majority. I look like
everyone else. Keep your voice down,

Dwayne.

But in a house of freaks, things would
be different. In a house of freaks...

You and I would be the ones out of
place.

Right?

Right? I'm talking about the real world,
Dwayne.

Don't you want to be normal in the real
world?

Not if it has no meaning.

I mean, what about in here?

Are you and I considered normal in here?

Do we look like we fit in?

Of course we do.

Well, maybe.

And maybe not.

Let's make a vote.

Dwayne, sit down. Don't be a fool.
Somebody may...

Who are these people?

Oh my God.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Could I have everyone's
attention?

We want to take a vote.

We want to find out how many of you
think me and Mr., uh, uh, what did you

your name was? What the hell is going on
here?

How many of you think me and what the
hell is going on here are normal?

A show of hands, please.

Nobody?

No one?

Not one of you?

Gee whiz.

Okay, then.

How many of you think we don't belong
here?

How many of you think we are the free?

I just don't think this crowd agrees
with you.

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

I don't want any trouble here.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Okay, nice and easy.

Stay away from me.

God Almighty.

Are you okay? I heard shots. I'm fine,
fine.

Did you search his pockets?

Search his pockets.

I found it.

Ms. Marcy Elliott, 443 Palisades
Terrace, Apartment 4.

Flushing. It figures.

as soon as I can.

God damn it, Phil. Where are you?

I am worried sick.

Good evening.

What do you want?

What are you doing here?

I thought you wanted to meet me.

I thought you wanted to do a big story
on us.

Not now, not tonight.

Oh, jeez.

You're going to be so disappointed.

He was really looking forward to it.

But where's Phil? What did you do to
Phil? I mean, he's been all psyched up,

excited. He's just dying to meet you.

Who?

My brother, of course.

Belial, the little monster you want to
know everything about. Oh, my God.

I don't want to see him now. Not
tonight.

No, that's no way for a reporter to
behave.

He wants to grant you an interview.

A personal interview.

His very first.

He's all excited.

He's not in the basket anymore.

I let him out already.

He's probably hiding around here
somewhere with his friends.

His friends?

Oh, yeah, friends.

Like him.

Granny Ruth's house is full of them.

You really missed that, you know.

I mean, you really had no idea who else
was in there, did you? I swear I will

not write a story. I swear I won't tell
anybody anything. No one will know. You

have my word.

It's really up to Belial.

I mean, he was really looking forward to
an interview with you.

He figured you could ask him a few
questions, get to know him a little bit.

Then he could rip your face off. No big
deal.

He wants to meet me?

Then let's meet.

I'm not afraid of you or him or any of
you.

So come on.

Look me in the face. I can carve up his
thick, laughable body.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Gosh, I don't know.

He was here a few minutes ago.

Perhaps you upset him.

Maybe all those nasty words you said
frightened him.

Maybe he's afraid of you and he's
hiding.

Maybe...

Now two.

Is that good?

especially. Oh, where are the brothers?

I left a lie with Eve.

She's been so upset with him gone that I
thought, you know, it's her first

chance to be alone.

Lovely. What about Dwayne?

I'm not sure where he is.

I'm worried about him, Granny.

So am I.

I want to put on a sweater, so I'll
check on him while I'm at home.

There's plenty for everybody, children.
Go ahead.

Eat all you

Dwayne, what are you doing here?

I can't sleep. I have to talk to you.

I have to be with you.

You're all I want. You're all I need.

Oh, Dwayne, I don't know.

I... Let's get out of here.

You and I.

Tonight, now, right away.

But I can't leave.

I don't belong out there.

What are you talking about? You're no
different than me.

But you don't belong out there either.

We can't ignore who we are.

But you're as normal as I am. No, no,
I'm not.

I can feel it.

I don't know.

He, he... He's also in love.

Dwayne, wait.

There's something you should know.

I've been with a man before, once, when
I was very young.

So? I don't care.

But there was something about me that I
was never aware of, and being with him

made it worse.

It changed everything.

It got me all mixed up inside.

Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. I
love you, Susan. I love you.

Wayne, hold it.

Don't.

been pregnant for the past six years.

What? We tried to take him out, but he
doesn't want to leave. So Granny Ruth's

been taking care of me until he's ready
to be born.

What?

you for a minute?