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BEVERLY: A severed head.

A brutal attack.

People are being targeted.
Chem trucks are invading

our neighborhood in
the dead of the night.

Our own government
is poisoning us.

What has happened
to our great nation?

BEVERLY: Are our children safe?

Is there a serial killer loose?

Family members
remain hopeful tonight

that Meadow Wilton
will be found alive.

But with crime on the rise,

authorities are warning
the public to stay inside.

Lock your doors.

This is Beverly Hope,
reporting to you

from a neighborhood
gripped in terror.

Back to you, Bob.

What the hell is this shit?

Crime is the lowest it's been
in years.

The number of 911 calls
have gone down.

There's all sorts of goddamn
holes in your stories.

And how is it that you're always
the first one on the scene?

I'm not revealing my sources.

My sources are telling me
that you're full of shit.

I talked to the chief of police.
He says

it's way too early to use
the words "serial killer."

Make us look like we don't know
what the fuck we're doing.

When do we work for the cops?

The public deserves
to know the truth.

You're scaring the shit
out of people.

Stop editorializing.

Stop reporting fake news.

And stop giving airtime
to that nutjob

who's running for city council.

Nobody gives a shit
about the zoning board.

The world isn't all about
butterflies and puppy adoptions.

People would know that
if you aired the tape

of what happened to Serena.

That's not news.
That's sensationalism.

You sure there isn't
another reason

you're sitting on the tape, Bob?

Well, her parents are suing us
because we didn't protect her,

but... they don't need a visual.

Not to mention you were fucking
their dumb-as-shit baby girl.

You shut your goddamn mouth,
Beverly.

In fact, screw it.

You're fired.

You sure
you want to do that, Bob?

You sure you want to force me
to call a press conference

and talk about
the many times I saw you

sexually harassing
the dead girl?

Get the fuck out of my office.

Have a nice day, Bob.

There's no official polling
for the city council race,

so Kai asked me to do my own
unscientific poll around town.

Needless to say,
voter awareness is pretty low.

Most people don't know
about the special election

or who is running

or what the city council
even does.

Why are we even trying to win
some stupid election?

Who cares if Kai's
on city council?

Because the perception
of credibility

leads to
the perception of power.

Because people
don't follow experts anymore,

they follow titles.

And when we
get our shit together,

and cause enough panic

and fear, the sheep are gonna
turn to their leaders

to save them.
And because city council

is the only goddamn
election available...

that leader is gonna have to be

a goddamn city councilman.

HARRISON:
People aren't scared enough.

You'd think a serial killer
leaving smiley faces everywhere

would make people
crap their drawers,

but it's pretty much
business as usual.

We need to make the murders
scarier.

Throw in some satanic stuff

like that movie Paradise Lost
I saw on HBO once.

BEVERLY: It doesn't matter
if the devil himself

rises up from hell and starts
killing people around here

as long as no one
sees him do it.

The world isn't "tell me,"
it's "show me."

People aren't scared
because they haven't seen

the goddamn clowns.

We are pulling off the cinematic
Clockwork Orange shit,

and it's like we're putting on
a show for ourselves.

You're the one
who couldn't get your boss

to air the Serena tape.

That was a work of art, man.

He'll never air it.

And he's beginning to catch on

that my impartiality
as a reporter...

might be compromised.

Well...

then I guess we're just
gonna have to kill Bob.

In the most horrible,

-satanic way possible.
-(door opens, closes)

And you're gonna film it.

You're late.

Sorry.

What'd I miss?

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(exhales)

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(moans)

ALLY:
I woke up and saw

that I scratched myself raw.

VINCENT:
Black bugs.

-That's never happened before.
-No.

I've always been afraid of...

...the holes.

But this time...

...the holes
were on my skin, and...

This isn't a surprise to me.

Your trypophobia isn't simply
a biological revulsion.

It's deeply rooted
in your subconscious.

You're afraid of falling into

the darkness of your life.

Metaphorically,
the holes were created

by everything that's happened.

Ally, you've been through a lot.

Oh... God.

When Ivy took Oz...

I thought it would be hard.

But it's been unbearable.

I realized
I have a biological need

to see my son.

Every day.

(sniffles)

And when I couldn't, it was...

it was another hole
I couldn't fill.

And I'm heartbroken.

And angry.

And not just at her, but at me.

For letting this happen.

For...

being tempted.

I'm so glad
to hear you say that.

You're taking
some responsibility.

That is the first step
to conquering any fear,

because it's up to you
to pull yourself out.

Yeah, well, she's clearly
not gonna help me.

She's made it so I have to stay
in that house alone.

By myself.

A house that was marked
by a serial killer.

They told me that I would have

police protection.

I have seen one police car

drive by in three days.

Is there any way
that you can stay in a hotel?

Ivy canceled
all the credit cards.

Everything I have
is tied up in the restaurant.

I own the building, which means
I'm strapped for cash

until I sell.

I mean, I have enough to live.

Barely.

It was like she prepared.

She closed down everything...

so fast.

Did you have any idea
that your relationship with Ivy

might be tenuous?

Hi.

(sighs)

-I'm tired.
-I know.

I know you've been working hard.

Yeah, we...

-we had three cancellations
tonight. -Mmm.

On a slow night,
that's the profit margin.

Do you know that?
Three tables.

We are digging ourselves
into a hole, financially.

I have a surprise for you.
(chuckles)

-(chuckles)
-Whatever it is,

-we can't afford it.
-Open it.

Come on.

Jesus, Ally.

(scoffs)
What were you thinking?

Uh, I was thinking
that we might have fun.

Like a happy, loving couple.

I was thinking
that you might give a shit.

ALLY: I thought it was
because of the election.

But now I don't know.

Every little piece of my life
has fallen apart.

Can I make a suggestion?

You can only work on things

that you are personally
in control of.

Ivy's out of the question.

What can we do
that will help you today?

ALLY:
Ivy convinced a judge to allow

only supervised visits with Oz.

And I was so nervous.

I didn't even know
how to act naturally.

You know what, I almost forgot.

I brought you something
from home.

So you aren't stuck
scribbling your masterpieces

on hotel napkins.

Thanks.

Do you have any favorite things
you like drawing these days?

I don't know.

Ooh, I know.

You used to be obsessed
with pirates.

Maybe you can draw me one.

(exhales)

I remember
when you were little, and...

you'd make me put on
that eyepatch.

Do you remember?

And I'd chase you
around the house, and...

you'd wave your plastic sword
at me and I'd be like,

"Aye, aye, Captain Ozymandius,

"who shall walk the plank today?

Argh."

Mama,

you're being weird.

I'm sorry.
(chuckles)

ALLY (crying):
I need you

to help me not lose my son.

-Did you eat? -OZ (over phone):
Yeah, we had pizza.

Is it okay if I watch Guardians
of the Galaxy with Jeremy?

There's some cussing.

What does Jeremy's mom say?

She says, "Fine."

Okay. Don't stay up too late.

And you listen
to what Jeremy's mom says.

And I will see you tomorrow.

I love you.

Love you, too, Mom. Bye.

WINTER:
So, he seems okay.

(chuckles) He gets to sleep over
at Jeremy's house

on a school night.

And he loves being at the motel.

Vending machines.

No, Oz is great.

Has he asked about Ally?

In a way.

He wanted to know if you were
gonna be his third mom.

I'm sorry he had to be the one
to find the video, Ivy,

but it had to be that way.

I get how this works,

what needs to be done, and
I've been doing it, haven't I?

It's just... things are
about to get really real.

This isn't knitting
a pink pussy hat

and marching with a clever sign.

This is radical action.

Radicals are the only people

who've ever gotten anything
done.

I'm ready.

I hate this country.

What it's become.

I hate my fucking wife
for letting it happen.

The only thing I love right now
is my son,

and I will do whatever it takes

to make the world
a better place for him,

even if it means
burning it all down.

Good.

Then you'll do great.

We're here.

Make a right there.

KAI:
It's time.

Here, use this phone.

It's top-rated
for low light photography.

And, remember, on the kill shot,

everybody chant "Ave Satanas."

Wouldn't it be better if we said
"Hail Satan" in English?

So that people understand.

Not that I ever feel the need
to explain myself,

but it's about spreading terror.

Latin is inherently scary.

Fine.

(click)

(phone beeps)

(bowl clinks)

(Bob grunts)

(groaning)

(gasping)

(pants)

What?

(screams)

(panting)

(gasping)

(panting)

(gasps)

What do you want?

I-I have money.

KAI:
That's not gonna help you now.

Fuck you.

(shouting)

(groans)

(grunts)

(groaning)

You gonna kill me?

ALL:
Ave Satanas.

Ave Satanas.

No one will take care of it!

HARRISON:
What?

I have a gimp in the attic!

(chuckles)

-KAI: No more talk.
-No!

(soft creaking, clinking)

Now I've seen it all.

What are we gonna do with that?

Kill the gimp.

He doesn't even know we're here.

He can't see us or hear us.

If it can't hurt us, I vote
we cut it down and let it go.

We don't take votes.

-(gasps)
-(muffled shouting)

(muffled moaning)

(grunts)

(retching)

(panting)

It's different
when you see it in person.

(grunts)

(muffled groan)

(panting)

(muffled groaning)

(muffled):
No! (whimpers)

KAI:
Get him.

(muffled whimpering)

KAI:
Any last words?

(muffled shouting)

Just like I thought,

all show and no substance.

ALL:
Ave Satanas.

-(muffled whimpering)
-Ave Satanas.

-(panting)
-Ave Satanas.

(muffled shout)

(muffled groan)

-(panting, groans)
-Ave Satanas.

-Ave Satanas.
-(muffled groan)

-(panting, groaning)
-Ave Satanas.

-Ave Satanas.
-(muffled groaning)

BEVERLY:
Get that thing off my face.

(Bob panting, groaning)

Ave Satanas, motherfucker.

(grunts)

BEVERLY:
This is Beverly Hope,

first on the scene.

It is with a heavy heart
I report

that Channel 7's
own Bob Thompson

is the latest victim in
the string of unsolved murders

that have rocked our community
in recent weeks.

Details of previous incidents
have been sparse,

left to speculation and hearsay.

But tonight I received an e-mail

containing exclusive footage
of the murder as it happened.

If you are squeamish,
please change the channel now.

I am warning you.

-This video is extremely
disturbing. -Ave Satanas.

BEVERLY:
The other night with Bob

and that gimp,

you notice anything bothersome?

That action
could've gone more smoothly.

I didn't expect a woman who
deals with dead flesh all day

to be quite so squeamish.

No.

That was Ivy's first time
at the dance.

I don't mean her.

Honestly,

you were the only one
that impressed me.

All the others, they...

all ask too many questions.

That's it.

But we can bring them to heel
if we go after the weak link.

Oh, shit, this thing's heavy.

Oh. Stop whining.

You usually have, like,
six guys to carry one of these.

That's when
there's a body in it.

Bend at your knees.

(soft groaning)

(drill whirring)

They aren't spaced out equally.

Move the one on the left
a foot towards the doors.

You really think the thing
that's gonna upset these people

is the asymmetry of the coffins
we're about to put 'em in?

It's not them you should
be worried about upsetting.

Kai says
they just left Vincent's office.

We got 12 minutes.
We got to get into position.

Meadow?!

Here you go.

Don't you touch her!

-Don't you...
-(Rosie screaming)

Oh, my God!

(gasps, screaming)

(scream echoing)

(drill whirring)

(Rosie screaming,
coffins rattling loudly)

MARK:
What do you want?

-Just tell us what you want...
-(Rosie screaming)

Christ, how long are we gonna
leave them in there?!

Oh, really? You want
to go against the man

who gave us our lives back?

No. No, of course not.
I'm sorry.

She's right, man.
This is messed up.

Like, next level twisted.
We should let 'em out of there.

You wanted to make the news.

Stop being a bitch.

His weakness is a cancer.

Then we need to cut it out.

(car door closes,
Ally gasps)

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(grunts)

(grunts)

(panting)

(gasps)

(quietly):
Help me.

Help me, please.
(cries)

(door closes)

(groans, whimpers)

(panting)

(door squeaks open)

(door slams shut)

(keys jingle)

(panting)

FEMALE VOICE: You have reached
the 911 dispatch center.

We are experiencing an unusually
high volume of calls.

Please stay on the line.
An operator will be with you

-as soon as possible.
-Come on, come on, come on.

-Please stay on the line.
-Oh, shit.

(panting)

(phone ringing through)

IVY: You shouldn't be
calling me, Ally.

Ivy. Ivy. I need you
to come to the house.

I need you to come to the house.
He's gonna kill her.

-IVY: What the hell are you
talking about now? -Meadow.

-What? -Just listen to me,
goddamn it!

There is a hole,
and he put her in it.

IVY:
Holes again?

I can't deal
with this shit, Ally.

(loud banging on door)

(panting)

(banging continues)

-IVY: Ally, what's going on?
-(Ally gasps sharply)

Someone's at the front door,
and I think he's gonna kill me.

-(banging continues)
-Hang up and call 911 now!

ALLY:
Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

IVY:
Ally? Ally, what's going on?!

(whispering):
No, I think he left.

(panting quietly)

(screams)

-(Ally gasps) -Please, Ally,
please. Please help me.

(crying):
They're coming for me. Please.

Please. Please.
The police are on their way.

Please. The police are
on their way to...

It's a cult, Ally.

It's a sick cult,
and everyone's in it.

The police, my husband,
your baby-sitter.

Your wife! No, no. Please!

Please! No!

(sighs)

IVY (over phone):
Ally?

Hello?

(door opens)

Wait. One more. One more?

-Oh!
-Oh!

-(laughter)
-Oh!

-Where's Meadow?
-(door closes)

She's with a friend.

Is this meeting gonna be long?

I have to call the baby-sitter.

BEVERLY:
Hell if I know.

He sounded weird
when I talked to him.

Weird or... singular,
as in one-of-a-kind?

Winter, tell them
the good news.

I just did a new straw poll.

Ever since the clowns
made their debut on the news,

we're up ten points.

Kai's ahead
of all the other candidates.

-Yeah. -(whoops)
-(clapping)

Am I happy?

It's an amazing achievement.

We made the biggest jump
in the shortest time ever

in the history of the polls.

Is it enough?

Not even close.

Because unless I get more
than 50% of the votes next week,

there's going to be a run-off.

And I'm not doing
a fucking run-off!

Now, I've started to think
about how far we've come.

(Kai sighs)

We've done some great shit
together,

and we're gonna keep doing it.

-Yeah. -Yeah.
-(applause)

KAI:
But I feel...

resistance.

I feel...

dissension... in the ranks.

If we're going to win,

we can't close our eyes
to the problem.

We need to be strong,
and vigilant!

-And ruthless!
-Yeah!

Now come on.

We're going to take care
of a problem right now.

KAI: We have an opportunity
to ascend to greatness.

But a group is only as strong
as its weakest link.

You got to be fucking kidding.

RJ's one of us.

KAI:
He's an anchor,

and he'll bring us down
to the bottom.

We need to sack up
and admit we were wrong.

He should have never been
a part of this.

RJ will turn on us the minute

-we take our eyes off of him.
-(RJ whimpers)

He knows who we are.

All it takes is one phone call.

He's complicit.
He was there at the murders.

No, he'll testify
against us for immunity.

KAI:
Beverly...

you know him better than we do.

You saw him with the gimp.

He's never one
to do the hard thing.

(grunting, panting)

(soft clattering)

(muffled wailing)

Kai, don't.

(wailing continuing)

If I remember correctly, Ivy,

you ran away
before we killed Bob.

That showed an appalling

lack of solidarity.

You can make it up to us
and be the first.

The world record

for nails in the head
before death

is 13.

(RJ whimpering)

We'll take turns.

Please, Kai.

If that insults
your delicate sensibilities...

pick the right spot

and put him out of his misery
with one nail.

I can't.

Are you with us...

or are you against us?

And all that we stand for?

(muffled grunt)

Good.

(muffled whimpering)

HARRISON:
You have to put it

right up against his head
or it won't work.

(whimpering)

I'm sorry.

(clank)

(muffled whimpering, moaning)

(Ivy whimpers)

Next.

(clank)

(clank)

(clank)

(clank)

(clank)

We could go another round
and try for a world record.

But I think we've all proven

our loyalty and fidelity.

The medulla oblongata

is the body's on-off switch.

Good night, sweet prince...

(kisses)

...and the flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest.

(clank)

I need to know
what scares you the most.

I'm not interested in that.

I want to know
who you are, for real.

Like you said.

I'm whoever you want me to be.

I come into this house,

I see pictures on the wall

of family.

Where's your mother and father?

On a Mormon mission to Mars,

or did you kill them, too?

There it is.

What?

The man behind the mask.

The boy behind the man.

What happened to them?

I don't talk about it.

Secrets are what make you weak.

I know you told everyone
a different story

about who you are.

I want the real one.

They died.

Three years ago.

My father
was the man of the house.

He was a lawyer.
Silver-tongued.

Firm but reasonable
with my mom and us.

He rode Harleys with some other
pretenders on the weekends.

One day he got cut off
and spun out.

He became a grade-A cocksucker
once he was in that chair.

MAN: You go out
and look for work today,

or sit around in my basement,

pulling your prick
and playing your video games?

I don't just want
some crap job making lattes

or being in a cubicle,
processing numbers.

Is that what I got a degree for?

A degree in religious studies.

That I paid for.

Tomorrow you go out and find
some way to contribute.

Taco Tuesday.

Goddamn it!

I told you a million times--

spicy food gives me reflux.

You want the only parts of my
body I do feel to be in pain?

It's not spicy.

I use mild salsa.

Who are you fucking?

Scott. Kai's here.

Yeah, well,
he should know whose dick

his mom is bouncing
up and down on

now that his dad's doesn't work.

(muffled shouting in distance)

(shouting gets louder)

(gunshot)

-(gunshot)
-(Scott moans)

Oh, oh... oh, God!

(panting):
Kai.

(moans)
Oh G... Oh, help.

(gun cocks)

It's the only way out.

No!

BEVERLY:
And what happened next?

Did you call the police?

I never heard
of any murder-suicide.

No.

I called my brother.

What do we do, Vin?

(Vincent sighs)

Put 'em in the bed.

We'll cover them in lye
for the smell

and we'll padlock the door.

Are you crazy?

They'll naturally
decompose over time.

It'll be like a mausoleum.

It's disrespectful.

These are our parents.

You have to get your shit
together.

Winter just started college.

My practice is in its infancy.

You ever heard of the death tax?

Dad got almost a million dollars
in the accident settlement.

The government
will take 40% of that.

We will have to sell this house.

Mom's pension,
Dad's disability checks-- gone.

We need that money, and I don't
want to have to explain

to new clients why
my parents killed each other.

This'll make the news.

VINCENT:
It's time for us to grow up.

This is our family now.

What about Winter?

Tell her when she gets home
for Thanksgiving.

That entitled bitch never calls
for anything but money anyway.

How could you not tell me?

You're both
such fucking assholes.

(crying)

(gags)

This is bullshit!

I'm turning you both in!

Then who pays for Vassar?

This is the end.

But it's also the beginning
of something.

The Omega...

and the Alpha.

We're free now.

Are they still there?

I visit them sometimes.

I miss you.

To talk to my mom.

I love you.

I still hate you, asshole.

It gives me pleasure
to see you literally rot

and decay into nothingness.

I'm gonna be something someday.

For you.

I'll make you so proud.

I promise.

(sobbing)