[siren wailing]
[distant barking]
[thump]
[woman screams]
No!
[groaning]
[woman groans]
(man)
Dont fucking
leave me!
[groans]
Dont fucking.
Dont--
[thump]
Did you take the
cross off that's been
up since you were a kid?
Put up this
sick shit?
Go away, Ma.
Don't "go away" me.
This is my house.
Ginos on the phone.
Gimme that.
You got me worried.
You're running
the streets all
hours again.
I'm not--It's not
what you think, Ma.
Come sit downstairs
with me and watch TV.
I don't watch TV.
Since when?.
I'm a film
maker, Ma.
Oh, is that what they
call the unemployed
these days?.
Thank you.
A film maker.
I'll be downstairs
making some tea.
It was him.
What?.
I followed him
for hours.
You sure?.
Gino, listen.
I filmed him
kill somebody.
I--I gotta
see the tapes.
You gotta make copies.
Christ, Mick, what
are you gonna do?.
Mick, what are
you gonna do?
Meet him.
Thanks for coming.
Uh, and you're
probably, uh,
wondering
what I want.
Can I have a cigarette.
Oh, l--
Yeah, sure.
Um, I only
have lights.
I know you--
I know you only
smoke reds.
So, what do you
want from me?.
I'm a film maker.
I wanna do this,
uh, documentary
about, about you.
About what you do.
How'd you find me?.
I mean, what are you
gonna do what with me?.
A documentary.
And if l
don't agree?.
I'll send the tape
to the Police.
But if you do,
I won't release it.
You know, until or
if you're caught.
Look.
Children.
Digging holes.
Fathers watching
their children.
But who watches
the mothers?.
Do you, um,
do you like
children?.
I like mothers better.
So, why should
I believe you?.
I wanna do
this documentary.
Serial killers,
you know, when
they're caught
the media, you know,
they portray them as--
[muffled voices]
monsters, animals.
I wanna show that,
you know, you're human,
and, you know, show
your thoughts and
you have feelings.
And, um,
I wanna preserve you.
What if I decide
my next victim
is you?.
I don't fit
your profile.
Hm.
That little red
light means it's
capturing me?.
Yeah. Means
its recording.
You brought
a book.
What is it?.
Blake, huh?.
You read a lot
of philosophy?.
Well, you
don't, Mickey?.
Mick.
Please, not
Mickey. Mick.
It actually was
one of my majors.
Hm, what college?.
You have
any favorites?.
Philosophers?.
You didn't bring me
here to talk philosophy.
How old were you
when you started?.
Started what?.
Six.
Six?
Can you, uh,
tell me about it?.
You never tortured
an animal?.
Me? No.
But you read
philosophy.
I don't see
the connection.
Hm.
What kind of
animal was it?.
Why don't you
take a guess, Mick?.
A dog.
No. A cat.
Very good.
How?
I stoned it
to death.
When I got older,
I nailed them
to trees.
You like hearing
about tortures,
don't you?.
No.
Yeah, you do.
No.
So, it gave you
a sense of power.
Yeah, like you behind
that camera with the
little red light
in a safe hotel room
with the door open.
You wanna hear a lot
of gruesome stories?
Is that what you want?
I can read about those
in the newspaper.
They don't print
everything,
believe me.
What's with
the eyes?.
You take your
victims eyes out.
It's your signature.
They're your
trophies, aren't they?.
Where do you
keep them?.
You know what?.
I have to go.
It's time for me
to feed my cats.
He's a sick
motherfucker.
Nobody's ever done
what I'm doing, Gino.
Yeah. You know why?.
Because it's fucking
illegal.
Youre in over your head.
Youre lucky youve
still got a head.
Now you're acting
like an accomplice.
To what?
Read me the law.
How about accomplice
for the murder you
caught on tape?
Gino, chill out. Im
gonna turn his ass in
in a couple of days.
He could be out there
hacking people up
as we speak.
I've got the tape
and he knows it.
And he slipped up and he
knows that too because
I tracked him down.
This documentary
is gonna launch
our careers, man.
You have some better
plan to get out of
this shit life?.
How many days
before you turn
him in?.
Why are you
locking the door?
I always
lock my door.
But you are what people
are afraid could get in.
[meow]
No, baby,
no, no, no, no.
Come with daddy.
I know. Look what
I got for her.
Cats, huh?.
Just poured some juice.
You care for some?.
No, lm allergic.
What's the baby
jars for?.
You allergic
to juice?
Cats.
My eyes water and
my throat is sore.
Oh, uh, Joey,
say hi to Mickey.
Hiya, Mickey.
Youve been working
on this move for
almost a half hour.
You gotta make
a decision.
[door buzzer]
Mommy's here.
I wanna stay here.
T ell you what
I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna leave
this board exactly
the way it is.
I think somebody wants
an express ride
down them stairs.
[imitates engine]
Say goodbye
to Mickey.
Goodbye, Mickey.
[wood creaks]
Hey.
So, who was that?.
It's just some kid
I help out at the
hospital once in a while.
It's just rest
in peace bullshit.
An urn.
That's an urn?.
Better be.
My mother's
ashes are in there.
Your mother?.
Well, shall we begin?.
Okay, one second.
All right.
How do you choose
which ones?
Its a--
A special glow
they have.
Its as if
they choose me.
What do you mean?
[shouts]
What do I do
with the bodies?.
You're askin' me
to pull my pants
down, Mick.
I don't think
that's gonna happen.
Not tonight.
Conscience is
a sickbed.
Under its filthy
sheets lie all of
our fears.
Its not conscience
that prevents men from
killing and raping.
Its the consequence.
Fear of death,
jails, God.
But really
where is he?
Does he hear his name
when theyre screaming?
Do they return on
peace by peace when
I finish with them?
The moment that
God strikes me
down, lll smile
because lll
believe in him
for the first time.
[woman on TV]
Is there a
surprise for me?.
What are you doing?
Come on
to the back.
What're you gonna
do in there?.
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?.
Shh.
Hey, hey.
Listen, listen!
Listen. You don't touch
anybody, you don't
hurt anybody
while I'm around.
You understand me?.
Shit.
[whispers]
She's just got them
cooking breakfast.
Remember to put your
camera on or you can
miss some good stuff.
Come here.
What the fuck
are you doing?.
What the fuck
are you doing?.
[shouting]
(woman)
You asshole!
Jesus Christ.
And who the
hell are you?.
That's Mickey.
Oh, hi, Mickey.
Mick.
Meet my big
sister Megan.
What's with
the camera?.
He's doing a
movie on me.
On you?.
Why?.
He's capturing all
my transgressions.
With your heart it's
a wonder you ain't been
canonized a saint by now.
It's the kids, ain't it?.
It's the charity stuff.
This is Jimmy with
the cancer kids.
Jimmy playing Santa.
Oh, God.
It's Melissa.
I remember the poor
thing could hardly walk.
This was the last
photo of her.
God bless you, Melissa.
That reminds me.
I need to get some
childhood photos of you.
Here. This is cute.
Jimmy's graduation.
The Jersey shore.
Why is this womans
face cut out?
I, um,
I wanna show
you something.
Come on.
It all--
It all started here.
Let me focus.
Look.
I thought I would die
and no one would know
what she did to me.
The hours I spent
strapped to these pipes.
My God. If these
wall could talk,
they'd cry.
Oh.
What you got there?
[whispers]
The proof
that I was alive.
Jim.
[jumbled voices]
[kids voice]
I was here.
If someone finds this,
will you please
remember me?
Do you remember
when I asked you if
you could stop killing?
And you said that if
the seeds were never
buried in darkness--
Were never planted, that l
might be able to recapture
the innocence I never had.
I wondered.
Who planted
those seeds?.
She took you down and
left you there, huh?.
Who?. Who told
you that?.
Did you take me
down to that cell to
justify what you do?.
Not everything is
to your fucking
benefit, Mick.
Right.
You know, it
just seems that--
Seems like
what?. What?.
What, do you think
I'm killing my mother?.
Yeah, it's obvious.
I mean, in your mind
you think you are,
but in reality you're
killing the innocent.
Do me a favor, all right?.
Remove those eight women
from the equation.
How do you remove
eight women lying in
pools of their own blood
with their eyes
taken out?.
Am I beneath
compassion?.
What?. What
compassion
did you have?.
I'm just asking. Just
try to remove them
from the equation.
[shouts]
It's not an
equation. It's life!.
It's body identifications.
It's funerals. It's families
torn apart!
It's mom's takin'
sleeping pills
praying to God
when they wake up
their daughters are
still alive!
You know what's
confusing you?.
You see parts of me
in yourself and that
makes me human.
You're fucking nuts.
No, I'm not nuts!
But you also see
yourself in me.
The potential
we all have.
Potential?. Potential
is not action. Action
is what defines us.
You gotta ask
yourself one question.
You gotta ask yourself if
you still wanna find the
human behind the monster.
Because if you don't,
this whole documentary
is a waste.
Come on.
Are you hungry?.
Yeah. I haven't had
an appetite since
I met you.
Do you like pepperoni?.
Oh, yeah,
only the cheese.
Coffee?.
Thank you!
Jennifer.
Are you Polish?.
No. You?.
Yeah, a half.
I remember
in the holidays
when I was a kid we would
have huge pots of kebasi
and sauerkraut.
This place has
the best kebasi.
No way. No, my
mom's butcher,
Mr. Tomaszewski
hands down the best.
Tomaszewski's?.
Yeah. Two blocks
from my house.
Every Tuesday they
got these specials and
my ma, she's always--
Anyway, they are
the best.
So.
Thank you.
Thanks, guys.
Beautiful eyes.
Huh?.
Her eyes.
She's got a perfect
shade of blue. Puts
the sky to shame.
My name is Bob
and I'm a, uh,
an alcoholic addict.
I'm coming up on
But it ain't easy.
And for days now
I've just been
obsessed,
sweating,
and, uh,
I feel like lm
an inch away from
going out, but, uh,
at least I'm
still here.
I slipped last night.
As many of you know,
I've been wrestling
with it for days.
I still have her
blood underneath
my fingernails.
I was hanging out
later than I should.
That look in your eyes
is slowly pressing the
blades into your stomach.
My sponsor tells me,
Dont beat yourself
up about it.
Just don't do
it today."
My name is Arnold.
I'm a serial killer.
I have one day back.
Damn it. I cut off
part of Frank's hand.
(Mick)
Hey. Hey, you see the
footage I dropped off?
Yeah.
Did I tell you?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah, the cellar.
Mm-hm.
Sinatra had such
eyes. Beautiful eyes.
This man today,
he told me I had
pretty eyes.
You think l
got nice eyes?.
I, I got lots
of ideas, all right?
Yeah, coming right over.
What do you
think so far?.
Y eah. Oh, that
looks nice, Ma.
Shit. I need
some more glue.
Who was the guy?.
I've never seen
him before.
He was such
a sweetheart.
What'd he look like?.
Tall.
I think he
was tall.
And he specifically
complemented you
on your eyes.
Complemented me?.
[giggles]
He took my picture.
Said he'd send
me a copy.
Ma, Ma, you didn't
give this guy our
address, did you?.
Well, it might be
a nice picture.
[shouts]
Ma, how could
you do that?.
How could you give
a complete stranger
our fucking address?.
I don't know! Anyway,
it's not our address.
It's my address.
Holy fuck!
Youre drinking
again, aint you?
Thats why you never
stay home with me.
I smell it.
Mothers know.
Why don't you
go to a meeting?.
You'll feel better.
I just came
from a meeting.
You keep all
these windows
and doors locked.
All of them locked!
[Police radio
transmissions]
Hey, I need to see a
detective right now.
Sign down here.
No. I don't
have time for this
bureaucratic bullshit.
Have a seat over there
and I'll see what l
can do for you.
You're breaking
my wrist. Stop it!
[cell phone rings]
I know it was you.
Whoa, whoa.
What was me?
You approached
my mother.
I did?
Yeah, yeah.
You motherfucker!
Mickey, calm down.
Just tell me what
happened.
You know what happened.
What did this
guy look like?
It looked like you!
Me? What do
I look like?
Y eah, you, you.
You look like you.
You have brownish
hair and tall.
Im tall?
No.
Guess it wasnt
me then.
No, I mean--
You're not tall
to me but to my
mother you're--
Is your mother real
short or something?
No, no, no.
Ma's not short.
Listen, you sick fuck!
I'm calling the shots,
you understand?.
I still got those tapes!
Oh, so you do.
Guess what I got?
(man)
You wanna see
a detective?
Ma. Ma!
Ma.
Ma!
[panting]
What did I do?.
What did I do?.
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
Where is she?
Get in the car,
Mickey Mouse.
You can fuck with me
but you cannot fuck
with what I love!
What?.
You don't love yourself?.
Where's my ma?.
Come on.
[siren wails]
Oh, yeah, you're
gonna cry now!
You say anything
and your mother dies.
She fucking dies.
Is there a problem?
Yeah, this fucking
cock sucker.
Calm down.
Use your head, Mick.
Is this the way to
treat somebody who
cares about you?.
I'm talking about poor
Mom. She's worried sick
about you right now.
You know what?.
I'm gonna throw
the cuffs on you.
On me?.
Let me tell
you something,
officer. He--
I'm waiting.
My brother's off
his meds, officer.
I ain't in no
fucking meds.
Hey! Let go.
Get off now!
Put your hands apart.
Get em up.
Get over here.
Get over here.
You got any
weapons on?.
No.
Any drugs?.
No drugs?.
No.
What the fuck's
wrong with you?.
I gotta tell
you something.
You can tell me down
at the station, right?
You stay right there.
No, no.
No, no!
[shouts]
Hey!
Sir, listen. Officer,
listen. My brother
is all messed up.
Please, let me just
explain you something.
Explain what?.
The kid's mouthing off
to me. He's gone nuts.
What am l
supposed to do?.
He just got out
of the hospital a
couple of days ago.
Is that my problem?.
No, it's not.
Just let me take
him home, please.
I'll take him home.
We'll give him
his meds.
If we have to, well take
him to the hospital.
Im sorry about this.
Stay here.
Don't move.
All right.
You must be grateful
you got someone
looking after you.
I hope you don't mind.
I thought I'd grab it
while I took mom.
[whispers]
Please.
Tell me.
Tell me you didn't--
That you, that
you didn't kill her.
Do you think l
killed your mom?.
Don't do this to me.
How does it feel,
Mick, to be a subject?.
What do l
have to do?.
What do you think
you have to do?.
I don't know.
What do you have
that I want?.
I don't know.
What brought
us together?.
The tape.
And all the other
copies, of course.
No.
No?.
No.
Did you ever hear your
mother scream, Mick?.
[cries]
Oh, thats good.
Emotion sells.
Oh, I guess no
introduction
is necessary.
Are you out
of your mind?.
He's got my mom.
He's got your--
(Gino)
Oh, my God.
Why is he here?
Get him the fuck
out of here. You
weren't supposed to--
I know, I know.
I wasn't supposed to--
Fuck you, Gino.
He kidnapped
my mom.
Fuck you.
Fuck, fuck you.
Fuck you.
He's got
my mom!
Gino what's this?.
Come here.
Is that a movie?.
Uh, it's his
documentary.
The one before.
Before?.
Before what?.
Before my movie?.
I mean, it's, um--
Mickey tells me
you're a good editor.
(girl)
I was up to about four
or five bags of heroin a day.
He told me
I was blue.
And I felt--
I felt like l
was floating up
on the ceiling. Just--
Just looking down on
my lifeless body.
My soul, I truly believe
my soul left my body.
You know what?
I wasnt even scared.
Just looking down
on my body all
sprawled out.
It was
sort of beautiful.
[Mick grunts]
Oh, no, no, no!
No, please, please.
[cries]
T ake it easy.
Come on.
T ake it easy.
[cries]
C'mon, we gotta go.
[cries]
Did you kill my mom?.
Did you kill my mom?.
You killed my mom?.
[whines and cries]
Did you kill my--
[cries]
You--
[stammers]
Hi, it's me.
Put her on.
What do you mean who?.
The old lady.
I'll wait.
Hold on, sweetheart.
Sweetheart, hold on,
hold on, hold on.
Ma.
[nervous voice]
Mom! How did--
What did they
do to you?.
Are you okay?.
Give me!
That is the closest
you'll get for now.
[coughs]
[sobbing]
No.
Nine months
sobriety.
It's a long time away
from someone you love.
Do you still feel
like using?.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, I didn't kill
these people.
Oh, these are
miscellaneous.
Killing alone.
A loner psycho.
How much time you
waste on that one?.
Fuck is this?
"Victims. Ruth James,
Lynn Matthews,
Consuela Roman.
Perhaps following
the Bible."
Oh, l--okay.
These last names are
from the New Testament.
You gotta be
fucking kidding me.
You have here a
coincidence, Mick?.
[laughs]
This is mine.
These are my
cigarette butts.
Where did you
get this?.
This is my
coffee receipt?.
Where did
you get this?.
You left it
in the garbage.
What garbage?
This documentary
is over.
Where did
you get this?
It's over. You
understand me?.
I'm finished!
[shouts]
Stop it!
Not anymore!
Where did
you get this?.
Oh, God.
In the park.
What park?.
Which one?.
Across the street from where
you killed your seventh
victim, you sick fuck.
Oh, that's brilliant.
It's because of all
the butts in the cup.
You knew I'd spend the night
watching her through her
window waiting to get in.
But how did you know
which last drop
the receipt came
from the bunch?.
'Cause bastards like
you usually kill
their first victim
in their own fucking
neighborhood where
they're comfortable.
So, you went to
the last drop nearest
to the first victim.
That's the one.
And then what?.
Then I measured the time in
the receipt with the time
in the surveillance tape.
They got surveillance
cameras in coffee
shops now?.
They do when they've
been robbed twice.
And then you staked
the place out for me.
You--
You are a
genius, Mick.
[whispers]
Let go off me.
You're helping me.
I gotta be
more careful.
I gotta change
my patters.
(Megan)
A happy memory from
Jimmys childhood?
Well.
(Mick)
Megan.
Can l, uh,
can I have
one of those?
One?.
Two. Two.
I got this, um--
Three, actually.
So, um, where
is she now?.
Your mother.
Dead.
Was almost a year before
Jimmy stopped screaming
in his sleep.
When did she die?
July.
Jimmy was--
Was?.
Finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
What did she die of?
What do you mean?.
She died.
She just died.
People die.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
Then one day she just
stopped breathing.
Ca-can we stop
right now?.
'Cause I now migraines
come when I start seeing
a white light.
Tell me about
the cellar.
[Little Jimmy shouting]
No, no!
You know, the walls.
The old bricks.
They're filled
with his
neatly folded screams.
(Little Jimmy)
Shes calling me again.
She says this time
[inaudible]
I wanted to stay in it.
I see the light.
Dear God, please,
help my Mommy.
[jumbled voices]
The dirt is
inside of me.
She says she would
leave me forever.
The angels
live in clouds.
I didnt mean
to touch it.
[jumbled voices
and screams]
[Little Jimmy crying]
[mother shouting]
Stop it. Stop it!
[Little Jimmy
crying and shouting]
[mixed voices]
He left this
note for you.
(woman)
Who is it?
Um, it's, um,
Mick Gravatski.
Who?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um--
Are you the girl,
I'm sorry, the wo--
Are you a waitress?.
Yeah. What
do you want?.
Did you serve me
the other night
at the diner?.
Yeah, so?.
[girl groans]
[smacking and groaning]
Put these on.
Put the gloves on!
And get the camera.
Now!
[groans]
[shouts]
No, no, no!
Film.
[shouting]
No, no!
No, no!
Help!
Somebody's coming.
Somebody's coming!
Batterys dead.
My batterys dead.
Replace it.
My battery's dead.
You carry
two batteries.
Replace it.
[sobs]
I cant--wait,
wait, please.
Dont do--
Dont let me see
you kill her, okay?
We can hear
about it.
Jesus Christ.
Okay, look.
I can't, I can't
use any of this--
Listen to me. Listen
to me. I'm gonna
remove the gag.
You look at me,
you scream, I'll
pluck out your eyes.
Jimmy.
Jimmy, please.
Do your fucking job!
You couldve told me
on the first day you
found out who I was.
You could've taken
that tape to the Police.
And if you did,
none of this would
be happening.
Please!
Please!
Jimmy, stop man.
Stop. C'mon, man.
Jimmy, look.
Look at fucking me.
[all shout]
No, Jimmy!
[all shout]
Jimmy, no!
No, Jimmy!
No.
[shouts]
No. Look what
you fucking did!
No, no.
Don't go.
Don't go. Don't go.
Please, don't die.
Please, please.
Please, please.
Please, don't fucking
die. Please. Please!
Oh, oh!
[pants]
[pants]
(Mick)
Damn!
That shit.
Fuck you.
Ma?.
Ma, you think
I'm having fun?.
There you go, kiddo.
Cute kid.
A few more years
she'll be just my type.
Look, your camera is
inside. I took it.
Fucking charity
bullshit.
Humanity.
You see, power,
real power
is giving life
and taking it away.
You, uh, you hug
a crippled kid at
his birthday party,
and then
you cut people's
eyes out.
You put them
in baby jars?.
Fucking bullshit.
Are you coming to my
daughter's birthday party
in a few days, Mickey?.
Carolyn is turning 13.
Oh, look at this.
Here she is
as a baby.
Only nine months.
Look how pretty
she was.
Oh, and here is
a baptism picture.
Theres Jimmy.
He was the godfather.
Who's the woman?.
It's Ma.
Your mother?.
Jimmy's mother?.
Oh.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
One day she just died.
Ca-can we
stop right now?
Jimmy was
finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
I got you.
I fucking got you.
I need to film
you again.
J ust some
follow-up questions.
Can't it wait unt--
Sit down.
Your mother.
You said she died
in 1990, right?.
July.
Right.
Your daughter, she's
having her 13th birthday,
so she was born in '92.
Yeah, shes--
Yeah, but your mother,
she was in her
baptism photo.
So, how could she be
dead in 1990 and
alive in 1992?.
That. I was
confused. That--
You said she died
of an emphysema?
Yeah. Emphysema.
Don't you mean
influenza?.
That's what you told
me the first time.
I don't know what
this has to do with
Jimmy's charity.
Wheres she buried?
Please, Mickey, lm
seeing a white light--
[yells]
Sit down!
Don't you fucking
lie to me!
Im sorry.
Where is she buried?
Potter's field.
We just didn't
have enough money--
Thats real
fucking convenient!
Is there a
headstone?. No.
Where is the grave?.
What's the grave number?.
I--I don't know.
You don't know.
You don't know!
How can she be buried when
Jimmy has her fucking
ashes on the shelf?
Does he? Does he have
the ashes on the shelf?
Wheres the death
certificate?
She is dead.
Why are you
doing this to me?.
I just cant
remember details.
I swear it
in my eyes.
Be careful where
you swear it in.
(Jimmy)
Shes got a hell
of an arm, Mick.
What the hell
happened?.
Oh, nothing.
I--I just
got upset.
What'd you
to do her?.
I'm just doing
my job, Jimmy.
[woman]
You want 90?
These records only
go back to 94.
Really?.
Um, do you think
you could run her
name for me?.
Well, it ain't go
do no good if she
was here at '90.
I know. It just means
so much to me to find
by biological mother.
Emma Lemac.
Well. Only
'cause you have
an honest face.
Thank you.
Um, 2001, May.
Readmitted for
two months.
But that was
in psychiatric.
Psychiatric?.
Mm-hm. But there
was a social worker
assigned to the case.
Really?.
Who?.
[violin solo]
You hear that?.
What?.
What?. What
are you hearing?.
If you'd like to
leave your number Mr--
Gravatski.
Ill pass it along.
That way Mrs. Lemac,
if she is your
biological mother,
can decide
whether she wants
to contact you.
Do you keep her
psychiatric file
in this office?.
Is there something
I could look at?
That's inappropriate, Mr--
Still Gravatski.
Leave your number
if you like.
Thanks for your
lack of help.
[alarm beeps]
[cell phone rings]
Jimmy. Hey, yeah.
I can't talk right now.
Sure. Uh, yeah, just
tell me what time.
Okay, yes. I wo--
I won't be late.
Makes them think
you're dead,
you old bitch.
[violin solo]
I aint surprised youre
investigating a
social worker.
I knew she was
distressed by
her eyes.
What the fuck
are you doing?.
She was very
inappropriate
with me.
She wasnt listening
to nothin I was sayin.
I found her.
I found your mother.
What?.
Who the hell is this?.
Whose ashes are these?.
Not hers.
Your games
are gonna kill you.
Do you know what
lm capable of?
People.
These people did come.
They dont care
about nobody.
[coughs]
You'll let me
get rid of her?.
The girl.
I'll just take care.
She was touching
your boy, huh?
But I wonder what
they did to deserve it.
Who the fuck
is this, Meg?.
Are there even ashes
in here, Meg.
Fucking ashes.
Stop!
You knew she
was alive.
You knew she was
alive. You knew it.
[sobs]
I did it for
you, Jimmy.
Lie to me?.
I did it so you
could move on!
How the fuck
have I moved on?.
Dont hurt her.
Get off of me!
Get the fuck off me!
No!
Have I ever
hurt anybody in
this house?. Ever?.
Why?. Why did you
have to do this?.
Why did you have
to tell him?.
Oh, God.
Jimmy, Jimmy.
I swear. I swear
I was just trying
to protect you.
You tried to protect me all
this time?. All this time
this woman was alive!
She was breathing in
the same fucking clinic!
You. You motherfucker!
You take me to her.
Take me now!
You give me
my ma.
And I'll give
you yours.
The attic.
What?.
Ma! Ma?.
Ma.
Ma. Ma.
It's me.
Ma, it's Mickey.
What did you
do to her?.
Give me.
Leave those. You're
gonna take me where
I gotta go.
I'm not leaving
without my mom.
She's okay.
She's alive.
She's not okay.
She's a fucking zombie.
Mom, c'mon, we're
gonna go home.
Let's go.
I just wanna
take my mom.
Listen to me, you--
Carolyn knows exactly what
to give her. And she knows
what not to give her.
Unless I call and
tell her otherwise.
You fill your end
of the bargain and
you get her back.
[heavy metal music]
Go straight.
[inaudible]
Don't jerk
the wheel.
Fingernails.
Don't jerk
the fuckin' wheel
Fuck, Fuck!
Stay out of
my fucking business
Go to the right.
To the right.
Make a right.
Oh, fuck.
How could you?.
You fucking junkie!
Yeah, your contribution
to society yourself.
Where is it?.
Right...there.
There. Which one?.
This one, that one?.
Which one, you
junkie fuck?.
Is she really
in there?.
C'mon, go ahead.
Knock. This is
the door.
Knock.
I just did.
Harder.
Keep it up,
you fuck.
Okay.
You said
she was here.
She was.
If this is a fucking
set up, I swear
the fuck--
It's not my fault
if she drags us to
the fucking store.
What you want?.
It ain't her.
Who are you?.
Is Emma Lemac here?.
You haven't heard?.
Poor thing.
The ambulance
took her off
to the hospital.
She ain't dead,
is she?.
What?
Is she dead?.
Sorry, my hearing.
Is she dead?.
No, thank God.
Which hospital?.
Hospital.
Which one.
Saint Mary's.
Or was it
Saint Johns?
I get my saints
mixed up.
Saint Marys. Yeah.
Thank you.
[tires screech]
(woman)
Can I help you?
Sir?
We're looking for
the room number
of Emma Lemac.
Uh.
elevator that way.
[elevator bell]
[elevator bell]
[bell]
[beep from monitor]
This is it.
Jimmy.
Is that really you?.
All grown up.
Come closer.
Closer.
I thought about you
all these years.
I dream seeing you.
What did you
come here for?.
Jim, what the fuck are
you doing?. That's
just the oxygen.
[coughs]
Finally found
your courage.
When I'm an old lady
on my deathbed
you come to judge me?.
How dare you?.
I brought you in
to this world.
I'm gonna take
you out.
Here.
Doing me a favor.
[coughs]
Do it!
Kill me.
Be a man.
Be a man for once
in your goddamn life!
[coughs]
Jimmy. C'mon,
Jimmy, do this
or let's get the
fuck outta here.
C'mon, we gotta get
out of here. We gotta
get out of here now.
You, you do it.
What?.
Kill her.
I can't.
No, let's go.
You leave this room,
I'll call Carolyn.
Your mother'll be dead.
She'll be cold by the
time you get there.
This'll never gonna end.
It's just going to keep
going on and on and on
and on and on and on
and on and on and on.
Please.
I'll do anything
you want.
I just need to
see her die.
Jimmy, you're worthless.
Even for this.
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Listen, you old bitch.
I know what you are,
you understand me?.
(Jimmy)
Do it!
No!
Go ahead, boy.
Jimmy ain't got
the guts!
Jesus Christ.
Please, just do it.
Please. Just kill her.
Cry, boy.
I always loved
to hear you cry.
Please. Please.
Please. Please.
Please!
[fast beeping]
[shouts]
No!
[normal beeping]
[continuous beep]
[alarm goes off]
[over loudspeaker]
Call. Sixth floor. 6030.
(Mick)
Can you stop?
Are you asking me
if I can be cured?.
A cure is
inconceivable to them
because the crimes
are too unforgivable.
They simply want
people like us dead.
But death
doesn't end evil.
It only
sets it free.
Are you evil?
If I choose to take
responsibility for
what I've done.
Do you?
Do you?.
[heavy rock music]