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Are we there?

[SHUSHING]

It's gonna be okay.

But we got to go. Okay?

Okay.All right, come on.

Look, I can see it over there.

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

Do you see the bad things?

No.

No.

I think we can rest here for a minute.

What do they look like up close?

The bad things?

They're just, uh...

Evil.

[SHUSHING]

Can you tell me a story?

Well, we have to be real quiet.

But when I'm scared, Mommy tells me a story.

Well, Mommy knows all the stories.

I don't know any good stories.

Can I tell you a story?

But I'm scared. I'm really scared.

Okay, okay, okay.

But you have to whisper.

Okay?

[WHISPERING] Like this?[WHISPERING] Yes.

[SLOWLY] Just like that.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Okay. Once upon a time...

[SIGHS]

What do you want?

Look, man, I just need to talk to you, you know, for a second.

I already told you, you call my lawyer if you got something to say.

Just hear me out for a minute,

and I'll leave you alone.

I promise.

Please?

[BASKETBALL THUMPING]

You've got five minutes.

[THUMPING CONTINUES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

DAVID: Take a look at this.

Why are you showing me this?

Well, 'cause this is what you're holding up.

A new medical complex that this area desperately needs.

Since when do you care about the neighborhood?

You know, I heard a rumor

that this whole medical building thing

is just a hoax to get people to move,

that you're really planning on building more condos

with much higher rent.

Everybody else took my generous offer and moved.

Your family is the last ones here.

Okay, I shouldn't do this,

but, um, I'll up it 10 grand

if you get out by the end of the week.

I can't do that.

My son is halfway through chemotherapy,

and the doctor says it's important that he has no extra stress.

Moving is stressful.

And I'm not going to risk my son's health

for anything or anybody.

You keep your money.

We will leave when Ethan is well.

Stop bouncing that damn ball!

[STOPS BOUNCING]

Ethan, you keep bouncing that ball, son.

You get the fuck out of my place now!

This is not your place.

It is right now.

Get out!

I am not gonna tell you again.

Hey.

That's my boy. That's my boy.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hey, Joe, uh, what's up?

I'll tell you what's up.

I need to clear escrow on this damn building in two weeks

or my financing falls through.

You told me there'd be no problems,

and now, I hear there's a family

that you haven't been able to evict.

It's just, you know, a tiny snag.

You know, some, uh...

Some judge's mom was, you know,

probably frightened by, by a landlord.

[LAUGHS]

Ah.

[COUGHS] Um...

Listen, man, they got a sick kid, okay?

They claim they can't move until the little brat's finished chemotherapy.

When you sold me this building,

you said it was all free and clear.

If you screw me up, I'll have my lawyer sue you for fraud

and send you to the fucking poor house.

Yeah.

Yeah, man, I got it. [STAMMERS] No biggie.

[COUGHS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY][CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hey!

Jesus, Mickey!

Got you that time, huh?

Come on inside, man. Come.

Haven't seen you in a while, man.

You need another job?

Have you been taking your medication?

Which one?

Stuff fucks with my head, dude.

I like to be clear.

Anyway, um, I need to ask your advice.

Fire away.

I got some people I need to get out of one of my buildings,

I mean, like, yesterday.

Hey, David, how have the Bears been doing?

Hey, man. Stop tripping out

and concentrate on what I'm saying.

How do you start a fire that...

You know, that won't kill anybody or anything,

but do enough damage to make them go?

I can do that if you want.

Like that building I torched on 83rd

so you could collect the insurance.

Yeah, that... That went smoothly.

Maybe we can work something out.

Which building and which apartment?

Ruby Gates, third floor, east corner.

Apartment 313.[CHUCKLES]

That dump?

It's easy.

The place is already a fire trap.

All you gotta do

is start a big grease fire in the kitchen.

When they hear the fire alarm,

they'll have lots of time to get out of the rear exit

before the fire can get anywhere close to them.

Hey, man, how you, uh...

How you know all that stuff?

You weren't thinking about torching one of my buildings?

[CHUCKLES] I think about a lot of things.

Same price as the 83rd Street job?

Double.

I didn't have to sneak past anybody on that one.

Okay.

I'll show up with the money after I hear the job is done.

Okay.

LeBron dribbles across the key.

He cuts between defenders. Goes to the hole!

And down!And the crowd goes wild!

Yeah!Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

[PAUL EXHALES HEAVILY]

Time to hit the hay, Mr. MVP.

You need your rest.

Joey told me that people with tumors die.

Will I die?

Of course not.

We have the best doctors around working to cure you.

You are going to live to be an old man,

just like your daddy.

That's pretty old.

Tell me about it.

[KEYS JINGLING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING OVER PHONE]

Hello?

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING OVER PHONE]

Hello?[CALL DISCONNECTS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Who the fuck is this?

Um, sorry, Detective.

Um... [CLEARS THROAT] Is something wrong?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, Officer...Sorry, no. Restricted.

I'm David Burr. I'm the owner of the building.

Okay. Go ahead.

Mr. Burr.

Detective Powers.

Um, what happened?

Fire up in apartment 313.

Was anybody hurt?

STACI: No, no!

[WAILING] Where are my husband and my son?

Where are they?

[SOBBING] No.

Paul! Ethan!

No! Oh, God, no! [WAILING]

Oh, God, please! No!

Um...

How did this happen?

Looks like a grease fire. We're not sure how it started.

Why didn't they try to, you know, to take the fire exit?

Looks like they tried.

As far as we can tell, smoke alarm failed.

By the time they realized the place was on fire,

the smoke was probably overwhelming.

And then when they tried to break the window,

sudden rush of oxygen created a fireball.

Um...

Well, the mother's still alive. You think she's gonna make it?

Don't know. She burned real bad.

Excuse me.

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING OVER PHONE]

[CALL DISCONNECTS]

[LINE RINGING]

STACI: [ON VOICEMAIL] You've reached the Bradford residence.

We're not available right now because you burned us alive.

[GASPS]

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING]

[BOUNCING CONTINUES]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

David.

I didn't expect you till later. Come on.

I figured you... You'd want your money.

MICKEY: No rush. I trust ya.

Let's celebrate, man.

That family is out of Ruby Gates, right?

They sure are.

I got a malt liquor in here with your name on it.

You don't watch the news, do you?

Hell no!

Don't you know,

if you watch people on TV, they watch you back.

It's creepy.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GROANING]

Why?

People are dead, Mickey.

Now I'm an accomplice to a murder.

If the cops haul you in, what you gonna say?

[GROANING] Nothing, man.

I wouldn't tell them nothing.

Bullshit.[SCREAMS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[CLEARS THROAT] Hello.

You and me have got to be

the two luckiest men alive today.

Escrow on the Ruby Gates building just closed

and we made a big-ass ton of cash.

That's, uh... [CLEARS THROAT]

That's, that's great.

Yeah. I'm going on this cruise on this boat out of Thailand

they call the Love Boat.

International waters.

You can come with me if you like.

Uh, that sounds... That sounds fun, but, um...

I got some, uh...

Some paperwork I gotta do around here.

Suit yourself.

Don't spend it all in one place.

[CALL DISCONNECTS]

[SIGHS]

[LINE RINGING]

WOMAN: This is ICU.

Um, hey, um, is there a patient

there by the name of Staci Bradford?

Are you a relative?

Yeah, um, I'm a cousin.

Just wanted to see, how she was doing.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Bradford passed away about 20 minutes ago.

Her brother is here. Do you want to speak with him?

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[COUGHS AND CLEARS THROAT]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[SIGHS IN RELIEF]

Hello?[BASKETBALL BOUNCING OVER PHONE]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Who is this?

[SHOUTING] Who the fuck is this?

[GRUNTS]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING IN DISTANCE]

Oh, okay.

You wanna play, huh?

[GUN COCKS]

Let's play, then.

All right. I'm here.

[INDISTINCT SCREAMING]

[LAUGHS]

All right, this is Staci Bradford's brother, isn't it?

Hey, listen, man, why don't you stop playing fucking games.

Right? Come on out here, face me like a man.

Stop being a little bitch.

Okay. [LAUGHS] Okay.

All right. How about we have a civilized conversation?

You know, come to some sort of agreement, man.

[DISTANT WHISPERS]

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING]

What the fuck is...

Oh, shit.

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[RATTLING IN DISTANCE]

[WOMAN AND MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[MAN AND WOMAN COUGHING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

BOY: Mom! Dad!

[SCREAMS]

Oh, shit! Oh.

Pick me up. Pick me up.

Pick me up.

Pick me up. Pick me up.

Pick me up.

Pick me up. Pick me up.

Pick me up.

[GRUNTS]

Whoo! [EXHALES] All right.

I see you've got tricks.

Gonna take more than that, you maladjusted motherfuckers.

[DOORS CREAKING OPEN]

Oh, shit!

All right, I see there's more of you clowns up in this bitch.

No problem, I've got bullets for all of y'all.

More of y'all to shoot.

[PANTING]

[DISTORTED SCREAMS]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[GROWLING IN DISTANCE]

[DOORS CREAK AND SHUT]

[GRUNTS AND GASPS]

[PANTING] Oh, shit.

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[PANTING]

You need to stop messing with me before you get hurt.

Go open a haunted attraction or something.

Fuck!

[GROWLING IN DISTANCE]

[SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

[DISTANT SHARP EXHALE]

Fuck!

[DISTANT SHARP EXHALE]

Shit.

[SCREAMS]

[PANTING]

No.

[SCREAMING]

[GROANS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BASKETBALL BOUNCING]

Your momma told you that?

No, we saw it on the news.

You shouldn't be watching the news.Mommy lets me.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to talk to her about that.

Okay, because...

[CLEARS THROAT] Yeah.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Because...

You're too young.

[SOBBING SOFTLY]

[SNIFFLES]

Are we gonna be okay?

Are the bad things still here?

I don't think so.

Look!

Is that them? Are they the bad things?

I can't see them.

You know, the bad things, they...

They know how to hide.

They know how to make themselves look normal.

Evil has a way of looking

really nice and shiny on the outside,

on the surface when it has to.

That's why we're gonna go that way.

Okay?

I'll tell you what...

You can tell a story,

but you gotta whisper, okay?

You gotta use your quiet voice.

Okay?

Okay. This one is different.

Good.

So, once upon a time...

What you looking at?

You think I won't?

I will.

I most certainly will.

[RADIO TURNS ON]

Greetings, patriots. This is Denton Willbury,

reporting from bunker five, Alpha Eight.

I'm still here and still engaged.

For those who have managed to sneak me in

food and other preventions, I am truly grateful.

The fact that you've been able to get them to me

on the regular is just proof

as to the utter incompetency of those in charge

in running this damn country.

[SIGHS] Given time, I know there'll be enough of us

to unite and reclaim our greatness once and for all.

It is never too late to return to what we once were...

A country of values.

Based on a constitute patient,

as told by a white God to white men,

where Second Amendment conspirators, black monkey loons,

illegal beaters, ragheads

and L-G-B-Q-T-U-R-X-W-Y-Z,

weirdos and sinners were rightfully unwelcome

in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Thirty long years, they've been trying to move me off my land.

Ignorant domain, my ass.

Hell, this land is my land,

only thing ignorant on this land is me and my guns.

So I shall continue to resist

the notion of surrendering this post, friends.

I will not give in to a government

that wants to take my guns or take a white man's rights

and give them to a bunch of murderous infidels!

Aw, they had badges and bullhorns, troopers

and sharpshooters, commies and coons.

Oh, they came for me. They did.

They even built some wall around me.

Believe that? They couldn't build the wall we needed.

The one invasion by this country's last truly great leader.

When he was elected to power, he had more people

at his incarceration than any president ever.

If you don't believe me, you can read about it

in the mystery books.

Educate yourself on the mystery of white America,

so you can see what is real

and avoid all fake Jews.

Yet they had the gumption to build one around me

as if I'm the problem, as if I'm the threat.

Don't matter none. I'm dug in

and I will remain dug in protecting this bunker

until my final breath,

if that is what it takes to reignite the evolution.

[EXPLOSION]

Oh, shit. You're at it.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

[GRUNTS]

MAN: [ON PA] Please refrain from any antagonizing...

That's right.

That's right. Refried. Refried.

I see you trying to wear me down

with crushing grenades,

making me go crazy from the sound.

How many years wasting your time,

wasting taxpayer dollars.

I'm too mentally challenged for you to break me.

MAN: [ON PA] I said stop. We're not here to antagonize the man.

Yeah. I don't need to be aggrandized.

You don't want to aggrandize me.

You damn commie fools!

[DOOR SHUTS]

DENTON: I can see gorillas at the gates.

Damn. Traitor.

I know of you, missy.

I've been victim of your lack of ethnic orality.

Your debatement of your inhernient superiority.

I could give you a taste of this

that gets you back on track.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Mmm-mmm.

Brothers, this is a lonely mission.

At times. Times I want companionship,

company of a good white woman who knows what and who she is,

one that doesn't sleep or parade about with monkeys,

like one traitorous whore I know.

So fuck that bitch I once loved.

Patricia and her monkey-loving madness.

In fact she's not a bitch, she's a witch.

That's a white bitch.

I took out the "B" and added a "W" to come up with "witch."

Clever, I know, but I'm not talking about her.

I need me a white woman that is true blue.

Yes, I do yearn for female companionship.

Thirty years is a long time to be alone.

Even if I do have a quorum of inferior harlots

to attend my kernel desires.

In fact, there's only one thing a female of any race

other than white are good for.

It's to get down on her haunches,

hind quarters raised,

to be of proper service for my Uncle Sam

when he's standing in ascension.

Yeah, Come here, baby.

Yeah.

Yeah. You like that? Hmm? You like that?

You here to serve this white bastard? Hmm?

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA]

Oh, enough of you.

Not enough for me.

Take one in the knee, Sir Washington!

Yeah. Can you feel that white power

between your legs? [GRUNTING]

[SQUEAKING]

DENTON: [ON PA] Y'all listen here, that's the sound of the mucky-poo.

[DENTON GRUNTING]

[SINGING] Mucky-poo, mucky-poo

Coming soon in mucky-poo

[SQUEAKING][GRUNTING]

Go ahead. Fire away.

I'm firing in here,

on all cymbals.

[GRUNTING]

Time to kick boots, you border-crossing ho.

Have some ass taco.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, don't worry. I'll save you some white seed for y'all.

Take you along, let you chop this stick.

And, Aunt Selma, I'mma run a jihad on that janky ass, and for you, Jesus killer,

I'm gonna break that hymen, Jaime. Right now, I'm the mayonnaise,

on a, in a black and bean-a sammich.

[GRUNTS] Ow!

You nappy-head harlot!

Oh, you think it's funny making me slam Uncle Sam

into a concrete wall, huh? [GRUNTS]

[DEFLATES]

[GROANS] No.

[GROANS] Oh.

[BLOWS AIR]

[SIGHS] For Christ's sakes.

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry.

Do you forgive me?

[CRYING] I'm sorry.

I laid down alongside those inhuman harlots

in front of you.

But it was only to show them their place.

Not to defend you, my queen.

You're my goddess.

My pure white,

delicious

goddess.

[KISSING]

Oh. [MOANING] Oh, oh, yes.

[POSTER RIPS]

Oh. Oh, Jesus.

Should've not, I done hurt you.

I, I can fix it.

I'll make it all better. Promise. I promise.

Just you wait.

Ah.

Ooh.

Okay, it's gonna be better. It's gonna be better. It's gonna be better.

To any of my supporters out there that sometimes feed me food,

I'd really appreciate, well...

[GROANS, CHUCKLES]

A nice new poster of a fine white woman.

Giving my brothers one striped in red, white and blue

and perched up on a big monkey-maiming, spic-smooshing,

camel-jockey-jacking, Jew-killing white missile.

Also, if possible...

Uh, a couple of new dolls for my quorum, a black one and a brown one.

Seems I've about given the ones here all their subhuman asses could handle, so...

If you could arrange that, then you will have my humble thanks and gravitas.

Well, times are late.

Gonna go out, fill the canteen,

take one last look at the dirty diaper spore of ethnic scum

they got keeping an internal watch on your humble servant

and come back in and lock down for the night.

Till tomorrow, this is Denton Willbury.

Constipation-loving,

ain't taking my gun, Second Amendment-supporting, illegal-alias hating,

L-G-B-Q-R-S and rest of them goddamn letters despiser.

God-fearing true American signing off.

[CLICKS]

[LOUD THUD][GASPS]

[GROANS]

God damn it!

[GRUNTS] All righty then.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang.

Come on, buddy. Let's go. Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

[SIGHS]

That was it.

Final straw.

You can call that the straw that broke the mammal's back.

So what? Y'all want a piece of me?

Come get some.

I'll shoot your black asses, I sure as hell will.

You want to try me, any of you?

Bring it on, infantels.

Bring it the fuck on.[GUN COCKS]

[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]

[GROANS]

[ELECTRIC CRACKLING]

I thought we got all those real bullets out of there.

[SIGHS] You going to hear about this.BOY 1: Is he dead?

BOY 2: Yeah, is he dead?

[POUNDING]Don't.

GIRL: Don't bang on the force field.

BOY 3: Yeah, Jimmy. It disturbs the animals.

You think they're all extinct?

No. I think the Mississippi zoo might still have one.

Hey, do we have time to go see the misogynists exhibit?

ALL: Yeah!

Well, the zoo doesn't close for another 20 minutes, so if we hurry. Okay?

Let's go.

BOY: I can't wait. I hope it's as cool as the last one.

So where did that tall tale come from?

What's a "tall tale"?It's a story that isn't real.

It happened. Mom told me.

But will she be okay?

Yeah. Yeah. She's gonna be fine.

Because you never come to pick me up. It's always Mom.

Yeah, well, this time she called me.

And she asked me to come and get you.

All those monsters and stuff.

She's gonna be okay.

And look here, we're gonna be fine, too.

We just got to get to our spot.

Then she's gonna meet us there.

Those demons, they're scary.

Demons?

You said that's what's chasing us.

No, I said monsters.

Mom takes me to church. They talk about demons.

You don't come to church. That's why you can't see them.

You never go to church. Mommy goes every Sunday.

Yeah, well, your mother is a saint.

I'm more of a, uh, work-in-progress.

All right, we've got a rendezvous.What's "rendezvous"?

Rendezvous, that's where we are going to meet your mother.

Carry me again? On your back this time.

Come on. You're too heavy for your size.

On the way, can I tell another story?Well...

Since you're right by my ear,

I guess I don't have any choice.

Once upon a time...

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm feeling kind of drunk Drunk

Feeling down Down

Right now Right now, right now

Need to touch, need to love wanna fuck, make me come now

Right now, right now

You say you want to have a wonderful time

I'll give you climax if you're up for the climb

I'll make your last one feel like nothing

If you want to fall in love with a dime

Can't be a pussy if you're fucking with mine

I'm feeling kind of drunk So drunk

Feeling down So drunk

Right now So drunk

Need your touch Need your touch

Need your touch Come now

Need your touch

Feeling kind of drunk feeling down

Bitch, you lost your motherfucking mind?[MICROPHONE FEEDBACK]

Shit. God! Oh, what the hell.[E-LIPS SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]

Okay, put me down. I can walk.E-LIPS: She's supposed to be freaking backup.

Back the fuck up!Thank you.

[SCOFFS]

PARK: Hey, hold on.What?

You want to yell at me, too?

No, I don't work for E-Lips. I was just sitting in on the session.

Then why don't you go back in there?

Because I'm interested in finding talent.

And you have more in your little finger than E-Lips has in her whole damn body.

Thank you.

But that is what just got me fired, so...

[DEEP SIGH]

Can you come talk to me for a second?

God, why did I do that?

Always self-destruct, and I needed that job, too.

No, you don't.

Backup singing is just dimming your light.

[CHUCKLES]

She fired you because she knows her voice can't compete with yours.

True,

but tell that to my landlord 'cause he don't give a fuck.[SOFT CHUCKLE]

What you need is to be seen by the right people.

You need a manager.

And are you a manager?PARK: Aspiring.

Look, give me a few months.

If I can't make it happen, then dump me. What you got to lose?

A roof over my head, a way to pay my bills.

You want me to go on?[CHUCKLES]

What's your name?

[SMACKS LIPS] Chela Simpson.

Chela Simpson, my name is Park.

You say you need a job? I think I can get you one.

I run errands for this rich old lady who lives in this sweet-ass mansion.

She's looking to find a paid companion.

[CLICKING][OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

PARK: So what do you think?[CHELA SCOFFS]

Damn.

Nice place.[PARK LAUGHS]

I told you she has major bank.

CHELA: She was so beautiful.

Let's go meet her. She's right in there.

[OPERATIC MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT HUMMING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[CLICKS][MUSIC STOPS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Is that her?

Ms. Benoit, this is my friend, Chela.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Benoit.

Of course it is.

Please have a seat.

Aren't you a pretty thing.[CHUCKLES]

And as you can see,

I love being surrounded by pretty things. [CHUCKLES]

Including Park.

Back in my prime,

I would have seduced you both.

Probably at the same time.

[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

You're flushing, my dear.

Well, you have to get used to my frankness.

Why have filters at my age. [GIGGLES]

Yes, ma'am. Of course. [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Hmm. Park?

Will you go pick up my blood?

No problem, Ms. Benoit. I'll be right back.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

Um...

Did you just tell him to pick up blood?

The indignities of old age. Yes, I...

I'm anemic and I need transfusions

and I hate hospitals.

So I have them here.Uh-huh.

Okay. But don't wait too long to lay with him.

I can smell the chemistry between both of you.

[MOANING]

[BOTH MOAN]

[PANTING, GROANS]

[PARK INHALES]

So, how are you getting along with Ms. Benoit?Oh, my God.

I'm about to lose my fucking mind. That's what.

How come?Because all we do

all day, every day is watch this...[REEL ROLLING]

...old-ass video of her doing Carmen.

She never gets tired of it. And it's like torture

because I fucking hate opera.

Especially when I have to watch the same one over

and over and over and over again.

[OPERATIC SINGING CONTINUES]

[CLICKS][REEL STOPS]

Are you bored?No. No, ma'am.

Of course not. I mean, [CLEARS THROAT]

you had such a beautiful voice.

I was just wondering if you maybe had, uh,

any other tapes?

You don't understand.

This was my one and only public performance.

One?In 1958,

it was unheard of for a colored girl to star in an opera.

But I was allowed to be hired as the third understudy.

The two girls ahead of me came down with a flu.

They were sick as dogs.

It was Saturday night,

and they were desperate.

So I went on [SMACKS LIPS]

and I had this man...

Well, I can't remember his name anyway, he was in love with me,

and he had a motion camera.

I got him to film me,

and as you can see...Oh.

Oh, I was...[OPERATIC SINGING RESUMES]

...spectacular.

Ms. Benoit, you...Oh, dear...

Oh, you thought I couldn't walk.

Oh, no. It's just that my knees hurt me so much, so much of the times. Ooh...

[GROANS] I just don't even bother.

I was so good

that the theater owner wanted to make me his star.

And then came the damn uproar.

Folks enraged because they let that nigger play Carmen.

Demanded their ticket money back.

Cretins.

That's really messed up.

I even got fired as an understudy.

And I never had another opportunity after that.

Time just passed me by.

People despise old almost as much as they do black.

I know what it's like not to be able to do what you love.

I, um, I never told you this, but [INHALES]

I'm a singer, too.[TITTERS]

You are? Opera?

No, ma'am. Just pop, R&B.

I write my own stuff, too.

Oh, please. Let me hear you, dear. Please.

Yes, yes, yes![NERVOUS CHUCKLE] Okay. Okay. Okay.

Stand up.[NERVOUS CHUCKLE] Okay.

[SINGING] Because I'm up now

And you need the constant control

But I feel down

And you need the constant control

You have a serviceable instrument.

And with proper training,

you might develop into a real singer.

[BREATHING SHAKILY][SIGHS]

You fucking bitch!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS][GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[SNICKERING]

[EXHALES]

[VOICE SHAKING] I am a real singer.

Oh.

[CHUCKLING] Oh, my dear.

I have hurt your feelings, haven't I? Oh, I...

That was not my intention.

Listen, I want you to go into my bedroom upstairs,

on the corner table, you'll see a jewelry box.

Please go bring it to me. Go.

I'm so sorry, dear.

[FLOOR CREAKING]

[WHISPERING] Oh, my God!

[SCOFFS]

All right.

Now this was given to me long ago by an admirer.

It's from Austria.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[MUSIC BOX STOPS PLAYING]And I want you to have it.

Thank you, Ms. Benoit. It really is beautiful.

Oh, you... Oh, oh.

Are you okay?I'm feeling a little exhausted.

I need a transfusion.

Please go to the refrigerator and get me a pack of blood.

Don't you need, like, a nurse to come in and do all of that?

Oh, no. Look... [SNIFFLES]

I have a permanent catheter and it's, it's very easy. I'll show you.

[SIGHS]

[PLASTIC RUSTLING]

Gross.

CHELA: And then she had me hang the bag up and attach the tube to her arm.

What's... What's wrong, baby?

You can't be that frosted over the transfusion.

I sang for her today.

And then she told me that I wasn't a real singer.

[CLICKS TONGUE] She's a crazy old lady, Chela. You can't let her get to you.

When she said that thing about me not being real singer, I saw red.

I wanted to kill that bitch.

Do you want to?

Do I want to what?Do you want to kill her?

Because that's a way to make a lot of money.

[STAMMERS] Ms. Benoit has got a ton of cash...[SCOFFS]

...jewels and other valuable shit up in the house.

She doesn't like banks. She's got no family.

We could clean the place out and nobody would be the wiser.

You can't be serious.[SCOFFS]

With that kind of cash, we could buy a studio.

Pay big producers.

Take you right up to the top.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[GROANING]

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

PARK: Chela?

Are you ready to record now?

Mmm-hmm.

[R&B MUSIC PLAYING]

[LIVELY DRUMS PLAYING]

Mmm-hmm...

[STRUGGLING]

[PANTING]

What's wrong?

You'll never be a singer, girl.

Never. [CACKLING][COUGHING]

[LOCUSTS BUZZING]

[GASPS]

[COUGHING]

Holy shit.Baby, what's wrong?

Oh, my God, that was awful.

Holy fuck, that was terrible.It's okay.

It's okay. You just had a nightmare.

No.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Do you really think we could do it?

Get away with killing her?

Yeah, I... I do.

Then let's do it. Let's kill her.

Okay, so explain this to me again.

How is this supposed to kill her?

PARK: Okay.

I'm a universal donor, which means I can give blood to anyone.

But you're type B.

Ms. Benoit is type O.

If we put type B in her,

then her antibodies will attack her own blood.

She'll get sick and die. It's like poisoning her.

Everybody will think she died of anemia. You dig?

The next time I pick up the blood from Ms. Benoit,

I'll mix some of your blood into it.

Spread it out over a week so it builds up slowly.

Is that enough? I'm starting to get woozy.

Yeah, yeah, that's plenty.

Okay, Chela, I'm doing this tomorrow.

If you want to change your mind,

now is the time.

No. I'm good.

Let's take the old bag out.

[REEL WHIRRING]

[MS. BENOIT COUGHING]

[OPERATIC SINGING ON FILM]

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

Are you okay, Ms. Benoit?

[SIGHS] Well, I've been feeling

badly on and off for the past few days.

Must be the flu.

Oh, no.

You know what, I'm gonna go get you a glass of water.

Hmm. Chela?

Yes, ma'am.

Come.

What?

Come.

I want to thank you.

[WEARILY] You are a gift.

[CHUCKLES] Come on, Ms. Benoit.

You're freaking me out. Don't talk like that.

You're going to be just fine.

Hmm.

I'm sure that you are right.

[WHEEZING]

You know what, you're really not looking good.

I'm going to go call Park.

[OPERATIC SINGING CONTINUES]

[POUNDING][HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING ON FILM]

[ECG FLATLINING]

[CHELA SHRIEKS]

Oh, my God!PARK: Whoo!

The crazy-ass old bitch is D-E-A-D, dead!

And we are rich.

BOTH: Bitch!

[YAWNS]

[TURNING KEY]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[MAN CHANTING IN LATIN]

[GASPS]

[GASPS] Park?

No.

[SCREAMS]

Ms. Benoit?

What's happening? Can you hear me?

Park? Park.

Park. Park! What?

Park! Park!

Park!

What?

What? No.

No! Park!

Park! Park!

Park!

[SCREAMING]

[GASPING]

Ms. Benoit's room?

How did I get here?

Park?

Park?

Where is he?

Oh, God, I feel like everything hurts.

What is happening?

What is happening? What is happening? What is happening?

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no.

[SCREAMING]

[GROANS]

[GROANING]

Park! Park!

Come and help me.

Everything hurts. [WEEPING]

Chela, is that you?

What is wrong with me? What happened to me?

Calm down, Chela.

Oh, my God, you don't know. You got to help me.

Calm down, Chela.

Calm down. Okay?

Please help me. Help me. Please.

I'll help you.

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

[THUDS]

We've been lovers for many decades, Marie and I.

Who do you think it was that shot that film of her?

[CHUCKLES] I was the first to steal a body.

But Marie, she was very patient.

She waited until I could find her

the perfect instrument.

Goodbye, Chela.

[LABORED BREATHING]

MAN: Yes, thanks for coming.

All right. Next.

Chela Simpson.

Go ahead.

[SINGING OPERA]

BROOKLYN: Are we almost there?

Well, we can certainly get there a lot faster

if we were to take this.

I don't like it.

You do want to go and see your mommy, don't you?

Then we get on.

Here we go.

Here.

Once upon a time...No!

The stories you tell don't need no "Once upon a time."

Okay. How about, "It was the best of times,

"it was the worst of times." [CHUCKLES]

WILLIAM: Where did you learn that?

BROOKLYN: Mommy reads to me.

"It was the age of wisdom and the age of foolishness,

"the epoch of belief and incredulity,

"the season of light and the season of darkness.

"We were all going direct to heaven.

"Or maybe we were all going direct the other way."

[GRUNTS]

[WOMAN GROANS]

Give me that!

Sadly, there's been another attack

by the punch and run bandit

that has left an 80-year-old grandmother in a coma.

Today's brutal incident was once again caught on surveillance cameras.

The woman is walking from a nearby pharmacy

when a man in a black hoodie comes up from behind her

and delivers a devastating sucker punch.

The assailant then repeatedly kicks the woman until she flips over.

'Cause that inconsiderate bitch

was lying on top of the damn purse.

And then had the nerve to have nothing but 50 bucks

and a dumbass granny phone.

This follows a series of other attacks

recently caught on camera.

A 15-year-old girl sucker-punched on her way home from school.

The father of a newborn child on his way home from work.

The most recent victim's daughter had this to say.

I don't know if the police will catch whoever did this to my grandmother.

But mark my words, karma will.

Whoever you are,

you will feel the pain of the people you've hurt.

And their loved ones.

You will walk a mile in your victim's shoes.

Trust.

[SCOFFS] Trust my ass, bitch.

REPORTER: [ON TV] He appears to be African American, 6' tall,

and always has his hood up. The color always black.

MAN: Oh, this is definitely not a booty call.

'Cause legally it's only a booty call

when there's an exchange of booty.

So in the eyes of the law, this is just a "are you still up" call.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

You know, my mom thought I should have been a lawyer, too. [CHUCKLES]

Okay, okay. Keep your panties on.

You know I like to work for it a little. Okay.

I'll see you in 20.

[SCOFFS]

Broke-ass motherfucker. You don't deserve no ass.

God damn.

These some fly-ass kicks.

Demon kicks, huh?

No wonder your ass broke.

Some fool gonna pay good-ass for these.

Hell naw, I ain't keeping them, bruh.

These were some limited editions.

I can get paid for these joints.

They do fit a player hella nice, though.

[CHUCKLES]

What's that?

Oh, yeah, man. Come on through.

Nah, I'll go downstairs and get us a quick six-pack and some chicken.

Yeah. Yeah, all right. Later.

[EXHALES]

Shit.

Wouldn't mind walking a mile in these joints.

Work and run for a little bit.

Shit's like walking in a goddamn Lamborghini.

[CHUCKLES]

Shit. What's up, baby girl?

Oh, you like these kicks, huh? [CHUCKLES]

You ain't gonna find anything like this anywhere else in the city, baby girl.

Catch my flow?

No, but I can see it. [LAUGHS]

What the fuck?

[WOMAN LAUGHS]

I hope they're waterproof.

What the hell?

What the fuck?

[STOMACH RUMBLING]

[FARTING]

Oh!

[FARTING CONTINUES]

[GROANING]

Shit!

Fuck!

[MUMBLING]

God damn it.

Dude, what's wrong with you?

I shit my fucking pants.

What's that smell? God!

Bro, what came up inside your body,

laid eggs and died that you smell like this?

Yo, Big Mike, man. Just shut the fuck up.

I'm about to call you Big Stinky right now, man.

Please, man, let's go.

So, what got you sick?

You think it was the chicken?

No, man, I haven't even touched that shit.

Thank God.

Man, you gotta be fucking kidding me, bro.

I don't know the last time I've seen a grown man shit his pants.

[LAUGHING]

[GRUNTS] What the...

Fuck, man! Come on!What's up?

I can't take these goddamn shoes off.

You probably got food poisoning or whatever.

That shit will take you out.

How the fuck am I supposed to take my pants off

if I can't take off these damn shoes?

You gotta help me pull these off, man.

[CHUCKLES]

My black ass ain't going nowhere near your sick ass.

Sorry, but I ain't trying to smell your shit while I'm trying to eat.

Come on. Close the door.

You're no kind of friend, nigga.

No. I'm the type of friend that don't get involved in another man's shit.

Shit.

[FARTING]

[GRUNTS]

Shit!

[GRUNTS]

[EXHALES]

You took a shower in your pants?

Man, I couldn't pull these damn shoes off, so I pulled them down.

It's lucky I jacked that beautician bitch last week and got this.

Hey, man. I got to say,

despite your stupid shit, pun most definitely intended,

those kicks look as good as new.

Yeah, nigga. Still worth a fortune.

If you ever get them bad boys off.

I'mma get these bad boys off, nigga, even if I...

Oh, shit.

You feel that, it's cold in here.

Cold? It's like 90 degrees.

No, I'm freezing.

Look, dude, ain't no telling what you might have.

Now what you need to do is get your black ass to a clinic or a hospital.

Basically, anywhere 1,000 miles away from me.

All right, well, at least give me a ride.

Ooh. My car been broke for like a week. [GRUNTS]

I'm serious.[SIGHS]

Look, I would call 911,

but the cops come in here and see all this stolen shit,

your ass is going straight to lockup.

[CHUCKLES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[LOUD CRASH]

[GROANS]

[HEART BEATING]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

[GROANING]

Oh, man, gotta get my ass to a fucking ER.

Shit got me hallucinating.

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

[GROANS]

[GASPS]

[DEMON SCREECHING]

[GROANS]

What the fuck?

[BONES CRACKING]

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BONES CRACKING][GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BONES CRACKING]

[DISTORTED IN SLOW MOTION]

Statue. Boo!

Hey, tips really good.

Let's go.

Oh! His breath stinks.

Yeah, nice kicks.

But paying for expensive shoes,

can be murder.

[SCREECHING]

Hey, buddy.

This is Officer Dempsey.

I've got a man down on the Concourse.

CONNIE CONJURE: You will walk a mile in your victim's shoes.

Trust.

Trust.

Trust.

[ECHOING] Victim's shoes.

You will feel the pain of the people you've hurt.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

You will walk a mile in your victim's shoes.

Trust.

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[RUMBLING]

[WHIMPERING]

[GASPS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Hey. Hey, Doc.

[MUFFLED GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

CONNIE CONJURE: Percy Woodhouse, we've been waiting

and waiting and waiting.

[LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]

What? Who the hell is that?

Jesus.

You're that crazy bitch from the TV.

Expect me to believe that voodoo shit is real?

You're running from something,

so you tell me how real it is.

[LAUGHING]

When I invoked a curse for you to walk a mile in your victim's shoes,

I had no idea you would make it oh-so literal.

You did what?

[LAUGHING]

A proper curse

will never give pain to the conjurer.

You look confused. Let me explain.

Your last victim,

not only did you knock him down, you killed him.

And so now you get to live his death.

What?

You are experiencing all the physical ailments of the man you killed.

Bullshit!Really?

Let's go over the facts.

After you put on the shoes, did you feel...

[GASPS] ...a chill?

That's the specter of death.

You probably pissed and shit yourself.

It's what dead bodies tend to do after death

once the muscles relax.

The stiffness you felt then,

temporary rigor mortis.

The pain in your stomach

and that disgusting smell surrounding you

is from bacteria and gas in your gut

as it liquifies.

As bad as all that sounds,

here's your real problem.

You now have all the symptoms of death

except you are not dead.

What the hell do you mean?

What's all this crazy shit I'm seeing?

You're seeing chaperons.

Angels and demons shuttling

to see souls to heaven, hell,

the final destination.

Your demons are trying

to drag you into hell, but they can't.

Because you are both living and dead.

Trapped between life and after life.

What are you trying to say, this crazy shit,

this me walking around like a corpse

could happen for the rest of my life?

Your life is over!

This is your eternity.

PERCY: You're trying to tell me I'm dead?

Like dead, dead?MAMMA CONJURE: Son.

Sadly, you must either

finish your death and go to hell,

or continue being attacked by demons

forever and beyond.

Of the two, hell is the better option.

But you've got to break the curse.

Give this poor fool the rule.

Find the body of the man you killed,

next to it, beg for forgiveness,

that is your rule.

And that is your only hope.

You may want to try the morgue.

[OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

DOCTOR: What does this guy want?

Just give me a minute.

Phil, my anniversary. Tonight.

[SIGHS]

What are you doing? Trying to...

I gotta go talk to that dead body, man.

I'm trying to die and go to hell

before I decompose to the point where I can't.

[RAP SONG PLAYING]

[RAPPING] Angels, devils, prophets...

This shit ain't medical, man, it's spiritual.

Father, bring me your soul

You cry for Jesus but can't touch his roll

I gotta go talk to him. I gotta...

[GROANING]

[SCREAMING]

No! Stop! Stop it!

Don't! Don't!

[GROANING]

[PERCY SCREAMING]

BROOKLYN: That's one of my favorites.

WILLIAM: [SIGHS] Whatever.

BROOKLYN: We meet Mommy here?

WILLIAM: Yeah.

We meet Mommy here.

This place smells dead.

Where is she?

WILLIAM: She'll be here.

What's that?

It's a camera.

I want you to stay. Stay right there.

This is weird.

We gotta use this.

To make it super safe.

Here we go.

There it is, nice.

Okay?

Hmm.

I don't think you really know my mom.

What are you talking about?

She called me and told me to pick you up at school,

that I had to protect you from the bad things.

BROOKLYN: The bad things are already here, real close.

Uh-huh.

Do you know why I'm so heavy for my size?

I think it's because I'm not human.

I think it's because I'm something else.

What, your crazy momma tell you that?

No, I've always known that.

The bad things are coming.Yes.

Yes. That's why...

I want you to

bend down and stay low.

That's it.

BROOKLYN: Like hide and seek?

WILLIAM: Yeah, just like the game.

BROOKLYN: Are we going to have fun?

WILLIAM: Fun?

We're gonna have so much fun.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

BROOKLYN: You can only kill them once.

[SNARLING]

BROOKLYN: Do you recognize them?

They remember you.

They've been right here where you buried them.

Waiting for all the things you promised them.

[CRACKING]

[CHILDREN SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS] Stop!

BROOKLYN: No.

Don't you enjoy hearing their pain?

The screams they didn't get to make

when they discovered who the real monster was?

[INDISTINCT SCREAMS CONTINUE]

[GROANS]

[PANTING]

[AX SCRAPING]

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Please.

[GROANS]

Please. I will take you to your mommy.

BROOKLYN: You don't know my mommy...

MALE VOICE: [DISTORTED] ...but you will know me.

[GASPS]

William, thief of innocence,

murderer of dreams,

administrator of nightmares...

Welcome to hell, motherfucker.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[WILLIAM GROANING]

He always gets the good ones,

but I, I get you.

Here.

[MUFFLED GRUNTS]

Can I tell you a story?

[LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY]

[MUSIC PLAYING]