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Sanchez.

What's this kid's name again?

Hello.

Jacob?

Who's this?

Sweetie, it's me.

Mom?

You don't sound too good.

I'm okay, baby.

I'm just tired.

Yeah.

Hang in there, you'll be okay.

Has your brother been by lately?

- No.

- But I... I thought...

- I don't want him coming over here. No.

- I just...

No.

Ma, I gotta go to work.

Okay.

Ma, I'll come visit you

real soon.

Jacob.

Yeah.

I want you to know

how proud I am of you.

For everything you've done.

Get some sleep now.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you so much.

Everything all right, Jacob?

Everything's going okay by you?

You sure about that, son?

Yes, sir.

I'm late heading home.

If you need anything,

you let me know, all right?

Take care of yourself, son.

Well, Wednesday night

is my only night off, Frank.

I can't give you

another night off, Nicks.

I don't want another night off.

It's just that,

every day is the same.

I like it that way,

but Wednesday nights I gotta kinda reset.

And it throws me off

a little bit.

All right.

I'm gonna give you

Wednesday nights.

I'll move Tito to the day shift.

Thanks, Frank, I appreciate it.

You think I give a f*ck

about you?

I don't give a sh*t about you.

You're making my life easier.

Tito falls asleep

halfway through

the f*cking picture anyway.

At least with you,

I don't got to worry about that.

You don't f*cking sleep.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Uh, um, no.

Am I confusing you

for someone else?

Do you know a guy named Pete?

Pete? No.

You mind if I sit down?

Did you know that marijuana

was the most commonly used

illegal drug

in the United States?

That a hundred million Americans

have tried it at least once?

And, uh, twenty-five million have

smoked it within the last year?

I get it.

What?

Why you came over here.

I get it.

You get what?

You're, um...

You're a salesman.

Oh, no, no. No.

No, it's okay.

Look I...

That's not the reason why I came over here.

I really did think that, like,

uh, that I'd seen you somewhere before,

but I guess not.

Anyway, if you're looking

for a good time...

You know, I can...

You know I can get you anything.

Anything you need.

I'll keep that in mind, uh...

Oh, my name is,

my name is Marlon.

Jacob.

But, uh,

everyone calls me Nicks.

It's a pleasure

to meet you, Nicks.

Can I get you a cup of coffee

or something?

Oh, no.

Don't get me wrong, I would...

I would love to have

a cup of coffee but I...

I don't think

that's a good idea.

Why not?

With, um, the people here...

They don't...

They don't really

like me that much.

What do you mean

they don't like you?

Just forget it, man.

You know I'm afraid to ask

myself this question,

but I ask myself

this question sometimes.

You know, like,

if I owned this place,

would I want a person

like me to be in here?

I mean, look at me, man.

You know.

You know.

The way I comb my hair and

the stylish clothes I wear.

It is like...

I mean, can you blame them, really?

I mean...

You know?

Not everybody's like them.

Not me.

You know, there's some good left

in the world if you look for it.

I'm gonna end this thing

right now.

Is there anything

I can get for you, sir?

Yeah, there is actually.

I need a cup of coffee

for my friend.

Your friend?

Yeah, my friend.

He's my friend.

What's so hard to believe about that?

He's a nice guy.

Is there a problem with him sitting

and having a cup of coffee with me?

Well, of course not, sir.

Got you that g*dd*mn coffee,

didn't we?

Sugar tits.

Marlon, I think you're the most

interesting person I've ever met.

sh*t, I got to go.

Yeah?

Yeah, um, they have, uh,

the shelter.

It serves food at 6:00 a.m. and

when food is gone, it's gone, so...

I can get you

something to eat here.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

You've done enough for me.

Really, I insist.

Oh, maybe some other time,

you know?

If you want to buy me dinner,

Thursday would be great.

Um, they have

a great strip special.

Whatever you want.

All right, I'm gonna

hold you to that.

I hope you do.

It was a pleasure, Nicks.

Likewise.

All right, I'll see you around.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, sure thing.

Can I get my check, please?

Wait one second,

I'll be right back.

Um...

Oh, you're early.

Oh, all right. I'll, um...

I'll get him out of here.

Wait around the corner.

All right,

I'll see you tomorrow, Vinnie.

Well, come on.

I was thinking maybe you could

come over to my place next week.

You know,

I always charge more for outcalls.

I mean, for dinner,

or something.

You know,

it doesn't always have to be about this.

It doesn't always

have to be about what?

Sex.

Just sayin',

it doesn't have to be.

I don't think

it's going to happen.

I'm just not interested

in getting involved with

any of my clients like that.

I'd like to think I was more

than one of your clients.

All right.

I'll come over next week.

And we'll see where it goes.

Okay?

I'll see you next week.

Hey, Sully, how are you?

How am I?

Terrible. That's how I am.

Seventy years old, three kids,

and not one of them had the decency to

call their old man on his birthday.

Can you believe that sh*t?

It was yesterday, right?

- What was that?

- Yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday, yesterday.

I'm the reason those

little fuckers are alive.

And they had the nerve

not to call me

on my 70th birthday.

Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that.

I bet you call your father every

year on his birthday, huh?

You're a good kid, Nicks.

So, what is it?

16 millimeter, right?

- Yeah, 16.

- Let me see where it is.

I got it here somewhere.

Here you go.

Ah, no, no, no, no,

you get me next time.

My register's broken.

You're a good friend.

Hey,

beautiful footage, by the way.

- Thanks, Sully.

- Mmm-hmm.

So Nicks, tell me,

how's that girl of yours?

Ivana?

She's great.

I was just over at

her place before.

You havin' fun, huh?

Ooh, I'd love to hear

all the juicy details.

But I don't want you thinking

I'm a dirty old man, you know?

You're a lucky guy, Nicks.

You hold onto her.

Don't let her get away,

you know?

Not everybody's so fortunate.

I will.

You got something for me?

Can I have that one

ready by tomorrow?

Sure, you got it, kid.

Thanks, Sully.

You be safe out there, huh?

So, tell me

what happened to you.

Nicks, what happened to you?

I don't want to talk about it.

- Just tell me...

- I don't want to talk about it.

We were ambushed.

Coming from all sides.

It seemed like it lasted hours.

Probably only a minute.

They started coming down

toward us.

I was laying next to

a good buddy of mine.

I'd been with him since basic.

I tried calling his name,

he didn't respond.

I turned him over, he had...

a b*llet in his neck.

So much blood,

was covering his entire face.

His...

His eyes were open,

he was staring straight back

into my eyes.

And I'm staring at his,

but he was already dead.

There was only two of us left.

Me and this kid.

He was 18, maybe 19 years old.

He was just a kid.

They dragged us to an old truck,

threw us in the back,

and drove us out to a compound.

Started questioning me,

looking for a platoon

of Army Rangers

hiding up in those mountains.

I couldn't talk,

I couldn't jeopardize

30-something of them

to save two of us.

When they realized

I wasn't gonna talk

they started

working on this kid.

And they started...

Chopping him up piece by piece.

They told me I could stop it

if I spoke, but I couldn't.

And he was...

He was screaming.

And now I'm back.

And not a day goes by

that I don't blame myself

for that kid not coming home.

Can you believe

these cocksuckers?

They trade four

prospect pitchers

for one old washed-up,

wife-beatin' drunk

who only one seven games

in Toronto last year.

Can you believe that sh*t?

They spend all that money on

that brand new fancy stadium,

now they expect us

to come out for that?

Put some f*cking winners in the field,

then we'll come out.

- 16 millimeter, right? Yeah.

- Yeah, 16.

Got it here somewhere.

Here you go, son.

Great stuff, by the way.

What do you got?

This one's kind of

personal, Sully.

So, if you could, you know...

Let me guess.

You and your girlfriend, right?

Yeah, something like that.

Hey, no problem.

Because if it's delicate nature,

I promise I won't go

sneaking any peeks.

I got to make sure the exposure

is sufficient, that's all.

You know, you've been leaving this

place a f*cking mess every night?

You better get

your sh*t together.

All right.

I don't want to f*cking hear it.

I know it's you leaving

this place a pigsty.

Either get your act together,

or you get the f*ck out.

Yes, sir.

f*cking kids today!

Hey, man.

How's it hanging, brother?

Hey.

It's, um...

- Marlon, right?

- Yeah, it's Marlon, that's right.

Have a seat.

You want coffee?

Sure.

Thanks.

What do you for a living?

I mean,

if you don't mind me asking.

I'm... I'm a projectionist.

Did you know that

marijuana usage

is a ritual part of religious

traditions throughout the world?

In Islamic countries,

it's accepted alongside tobacco

and coffee while alcohol

is strictly prohibited.

That's the way it should be

all over the world.

Weed ain't ever k*ll nobody.

That's an interesting thought,

I guess.

So, what are you looking at?

Huh?

That guy standing out here.

Uh, I don't see anything, man.

Standing out there looking

straight at us.

Uh, sorry man, I don't...

I don't see anything.

You don't see him?

He's staring straight at us.

Jeez! Chill man.

I got bad eyes.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I see him. I see him.

You know him?

No.

Well, let's go talk to him.

You know, find out what he...

What he wants.

Just forget it.

Okay.

Remember when I said

I can get you anything?

You know,

I can get you anything.

You want something?

I can...

Are you taking off?

There's some things

I just gotta do.

I'll be seeing you.

Sure.

Hey, Sully.

How you doing, son?

All right.

I was just in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by,

see if I could get my film.

Yeah, sure.

I got it right here for you.

Everything all right, Jacob?

You sure?

Yeah.

Nicks,

I know I only develop your film.

Who the f*ck am I, right?

But if you ever need

anybody to talk to,

I'm here for you.

What's going on, Sully?

Nothing.

Sully.

I know you told me not to look

and I had

no intention, but, uh...

I, uh...

I caught a glimpse

of some of your film.

I trusted you.

I was simply checking

the exposure, that's all.

I trusted you.

I didn't intend

to look at it, man.

It just happened.

Sully, I trusted you.

Nicks, I don't know what to say.

I mean, I'm truly sorry, okay?

I'm concerned about you, kid.

- How much do I owe you?

- Nothing.

Don't f*cking piss me off,

Sully.

How much do I owe you?

I don't want your money, kid.

Nicks, you don't have to

do this, you know.

It was a mistake,

I didn't mean to.

- Nicks, Nicks, please, huh?

- f*ck you.

I'm sorry.

A 22 year old man,

described by officials

as a vindictive social outcast,

faces a federal court

hearing on charges

stemming from

the attempted assassination

of a US House Representative.

Public defenders are

requesting that the suspect,

who makes his first

court appearance...

next Monday afternoon,

will be represented

by the same attorney

who defended the man responsible

for the Oklahoma City bombing

over a decade ago.

Wait, stop.

- What?

- The sound.

- What?

- Wait.

What the f*ck is this?

It's nothing.

It's nothing?

You think I'm an idiot,

don't you?

Oh, my God.

The only reason I f*cked you is

because I felt sorry for you.

You make me sick.

You're so pathetic.

Don't say that.

I say whatever the f*ck

I want to say.

And you know the story

you told me?

You were the weak one.

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't so you could save yourself.

Get out!

Ivana, it's me again.

I don't know what else to say,

I'm sorry.

I thought we had something.

I thought I was good for you.

Anyway, call me back

when you get this.

You know, I love you.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing, man?

You don't look so good.

You need some sleep.

- You want one?

- Sure.

One for him, too.

Is that guy still following you?

You know how you always ask me

if there's anything I need?

Like what?

You know, you know.

How do I know

you're not a snitch?

I'm just joking with you, man.

Whatever you want.

- What, what do you got?

- What do you want?

I don't know, something strong.

I got what you need.

I gotta warn you.

It's some addictive sh*t, man.

I don't care.

Just give it to me.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything is gonna be

all right.

What the f*ck do you

want from me?

Take this.

What's this?

Just take it.

I don't even know who you are.

You don't know who I am?

I don't wanna know you.

Just take it.

Stay away from me.

Stay the f*ck away from me.

Stay away from me.

What the f*ck?

Why won't you talk to me?

Why won't you take my phone calls?

- Leave me alone!

- Huh, why won't you talk to me?

Leave me alone, you freak!

I never want to see you again!

Ivana!

Do you realize what you've done?

Do you realize how many

refunds I had to give?

Just take it out of my paycheck.

It's not about the money

I lost tonight.

It's about the fact that

those customers

will never come

to this theater again.

I don't know

what happened, Frank.

Something's going on with you.

You're not right.

Not that you were ever

right to begin with.

You look like sh*t,

you smell like sh*t,

I want you out of here.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Frank, I'm sorry.

Clean the machine

and get the f*ck out.

You're sick in the head,

you know that?

You need f*cking help.

Don't come back here no more.

I need more.

No, no coffee.

I need...

I need more.

More what?

More what... What the f*ck else

would I be talking about, man?

Chill, man. Chill.

I only...

I only got a little bit.

Give me what you got.

All right, all right.

Hold on a second.

Give it.

Give it to me.

You're making this sh*t

seem obvious, man.

If you don't give me that

g*dd*mn sh*t right now,

I will slit your f*cking throat

and piss down your neck.

Pick your fire, pick your fire!

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't

so you could save yourself.

I got to warn you.

This is some addictive sh*t, man.

You're sick

in the head, you know that?

You don't know who I am?

Son, are you okay?

Hello?

Jacob, is that you?

Yeah.

What the f*ck's

going on over there?

I've been trying to call you

for the last three days.

I can't talk right now, Tom.

What the hell's wrong with you?

You sound like sh*t.

Yeah?

Yeah, seriously, Jacob.

- What the f*ck's your problem?

- What's my problem?

What's my problem, Tom?

A lot of sh*t!

That's what the f*ck

my problem is!

Well, talk to me then.

Jesus, how am I

supposed to know,

if you don't tell me anything?

- It's you.

- It's me...

- What's me?

- You following me, Tom?

Following? Following you?

What the f*ck are you

talking about?

Are you following me?

Tom, you following me?

You f*cking following me?

All right, you know what,

I'm coming over.

I won't be here.

Ah, f*ck it.

I can't get through to you,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Mom's dead, Jacob.

She d*ed a couple days ago.

Look, I didn't want to have to

tell you like this,

but I know how much you hate

me coming over there, so...

We all knew it was coming.

I just wish she could have

seen you before she went.

She's gone, man.

She loved you, you know that?

She was proud

of everything you've done.

Look, I know I haven't been much

of a brother lately, but...

But is there anything

I can do for you?

Anything at all?

Do you realize

the risk involved?

You're asking for

classified material.

If anyone knew that

I had given you these,

I wouldn't just lose my job.

I'd face time in federal prison.

No one will know I have them.

Yeah.

Anyway, I wasn't worried

about getting caught.

Put yourself in my shoes

for a minute.

It takes you three days to

get your brother on the phone.

Once you do, he sounds like

a f*cking lunatic.

Accusing you of sh*t.

And then, to top it all off,

he ask for interrogation reels

of serial K*llers...

What the hell

am I supposed to think, huh?

You asked if you could help.

Yeah, I did.

Well, just tell me

what you need them for then.

Hmm?

Jacob, come on.

What do you need them for?

I'm just trying to

understand, Tom.

- That's it.

- Mmm-hmm.

Understand what?

The world we live in,

it's such a sick place.

I'm not commending it,

but I'm not gonna pretend I don't see it.

'Cause I see it everywhere.

And I'm just trying

to understand.

That's... That's it.

I don't know, man.

Okay. If I do this,

I want you to promise me

that you're going to

cut this sh*t out.

All of it.

This... This isolation,

this self-destructive

bullshit.

You got to move forward, Jacob.

It's k*lling me here, man.

Not a day goes by where I don't wish

it were me who was sent over there.

I'd give anything to see things

the way they used to be.

Please, Tom,

just get me those reels.

Let me see what I can do.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing, man?

Okay.

Well, good.

Maybe we can sit down,

I can buy you a cup of coffee?

No, Marlon,

let's not pretend that our relationship

is anything more than

what it is.

What do you mean?

What I mean?

The only reason why I'm here is

because you got something that I want.

What's that, a sense of humor?

You're not cute, Marlon.

You're not funny.

What you are is a worthless,

homeless, piece of sh*t

- pushing trash to kids.

- Watch it.

I don't sell to no kids.

Give me the sh*t.

I want you to know, because of you,

I'm hooked on this sh*t.

I warned you, man.

I told you it was addictive.

You know what, Marlon?

I'm gonna personally see to it that

you get exactly what you deserve.

Remember how I told you there's

some good left in the world?

You'll see.

I've always seen

optimism in life.

The joy.

I've always found beauty,

until recently that is.

The earth itself

is overflowing with elegance.

Sophistication. Refinement.

But those who inhabit it are far

from the world on which they stand.

The worst thing that ever could

have happened to planet Earth,

human existence.

The world flourished for millions of years,

but now it rots.

And the tenure of man

is to blame.

I'll no longer tolerate the

abuse I've endured from society.

Society makes me sick.

During those eight years,

how many victims were there in all?

Forty-nine.

We've become reliant on what we

hear to determine what we think.

News stations tell us what to believe,

what to stand for.

Advertisements tell us what we must have,

what we cannot live without.

All the while we stray further and

further from what truly matters.

How many of them were men?

None.

All women?

And children.

As we strive for

progress in the w*r overseas,

the one back home

grows more unrelenting.

v*olence headlines

every front page.

Duress lines

every street corner.

As the masses turn desperately

to a single man

to suppress an age-old

quandary of inequality.

The world should be

ashamed of itself.

It's become a frightening place.

No place for a child,

no place for innocence.

I bound their

hands behind their backs.

And then I strangled them.

Did you r*pe them?

Yes.

All of them?

Yes.

The fate of evil

is predetermined.

Junkies, whores, rapists,

they'll all burn in hell.

But what will the fate

of a vigilante be?

I suppose there is only

one way to find out.

I've seen the worst in man.

I know what the world needs.

It needs protection,

it needs a hero.

Someone to end the affliction,

to stop the bleeding.

Someone to show the scum

that they've only existed

because we've allowed them to.

Someone to give the filth

what they deserve.

Someone who will stand for this

not a second longer.

There's no turning back.

My mind's been made.

I consider the execution

of the journey

I'm soon to embark on

a sacrifice to all of mankind.

As the souls,

soon to be taken from them,

will not be of a loss,

but of a tremendous gain.

A man is capable of anything,

once he's lost his conscience.

The door's open.

Come on, Tito.

Tito, I'm busy.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing?

What are you doing here

so early?

You wanna go outside?

I'd like some privacy.

Nicks, where...

Where are we going?

Now listen, Marlon, I feel

bad about what happened.

You were only trying to help,

it wasn't your fault.

You don't have to say that.

That's nice... Nice of you to say.

But you don't have to say that.

No, I feel awful about

what happened and I...

I got you something over here

to show you how sorry I am.

Okay.

Did you know that

marijuana is a valuable aid

in the treatment of a wide

variety of clinical applications?

These include pain relief...

I'm coming.

Wait right here.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Speak into the recorder.

I don't care what you say.

Just say it.

Say anything. Just say it.

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

Okay, I... I don't understand...

I can't...

- I can't...

- That's it.

That's all I needed.

What... No.

Feel my pain.

I loved you.

You realize things

you never have before

when seeing them

for the last time.

The world looks different.

Similar to the way I remember

seeing it as a child.

Clean. Safe.

Untouched. Not afraid.

This tape is meant to be

shared with the world.

It's meant to serve

as my vindication.

I hope that my story

inspires you.

I hope that my actions

have given you hope.

I hope it provokes all of

mankind to leave the world

a better place

than when they found it.

But most importantly,

I hope that you finally

stop living in fear.

Sometimes it takes a man with nothing

to lose to start a revolution.

But a man with nothing to lose

has nothing to live for.

And I myself cannot

live with that burden.

There's good left in the world.

There really is.

Sanchez.

What's this kid's name again?

Detective Nicks,

you don't know how sorry

I am for your loss.

Tommy,

your brother left behind

a recording.

Seems he used it like a diary.

Towards the end

of the recording,

he admits to k*lling four people

prior to taking his own life.

He told us who they were,

where they worked,

where they lived

and where he left their bodies.

I sent a couple of men out this

morning to locate them, but...

Uh...

There were no bodies.

The only person your

brother k*lled was himself.

I took a ride over to the place

where your brother worked

and questioned the owner.

He told me that in his 20

years of owning that theater,

he's never had a night manager

and never employed anyone

by the name of Frank.

In the recording your brother

claimed that he met someone

for coffee every morning

after his shift.

I spoke to the waiter

who works the graveyard shift.

He said Jacob never had company

and was always by himself.

He had been seeing a girl

for the last few months,

so I stopped by her apartment,

but it was empty.

The landlord told me that he rented the

place out to Jacob several months ago

and he never saw anyone else

coming and going from the unit.

We found a huge amount of film

in your brother's apartment.

I went to the place where he got it

developed and questioned the owner.

He said that one night,

while processing some of Jacob's film,

something unusual

caught his eye.

And he couldn't help

taking a closer look.

What was it, sir?

Yeah, my friend.

He's my friend,

what's so hard

to believe about that.

Got you that g*dd*mn coffee,

didn't we?

I don't know

what happened, Frank.

She works late, besides

that's what I got you for.

Ivana!

Marlon, you are the most interesting

person I think I've ever met.

Everyone calls me Nicks.

Why don't you take

my phone calls?

I don't want to talk about it.

Now listen, Marlon, I feel

bad about what happened.

I need something strong.

I thought we had something.

I thought I was good for you.

What you are is a worthless...

I'd like to think I was more

than one of your clients.

homeless piece of sh*t.

Do you know, because of you,

I'm hooked on this sh*t.

Ivana...

Get out!

These people didn't exist.

They weren't real.

Not one of them.

Tommy,

do you know the man

in this picture?

You're brother claims this man had been

following him for the past couple of months.

Where did you find this?

In your brother's apartment.

So, you know the people

in the picture?

Yeah, that's me there

on the left and...

my little brother, Jacob,

there on the right.

And the man in the middle?

That was our father.

Hmm.

The day this picture was taken was

the last time we ever saw him.

He shipped out and was k*lled in

combat a couple of weeks later.

From what I remember,

he was a good father.

He and Jacob had this

special bond.

They loved movies.

I hated them.

My brother was a w*r hero,

you know?

He was a POW for eight months.

They tortured the poor kid

every day for eight months

and he told them nothing.

And when he got home, I...

I'd never been so happy

my whole life.

You know, I quickly realized

that he wasn't the same.

He looked like Jacob and...

And he sounded

like Jacob, but...

it wasn't him.

They k*lled him.

His body came home, but...

He was already gone.

Again, my deepest condolences.

Tommy, I'm gonna do whatever

I can to keep this quiet.

There will be an

ongoing investigation,

I can't stop that,

but I can promise you

that I will do everything

to keep this as

low-key as possible.

Yeah.

And, um, the reels, sir?

Hmm.

Well, I don't know anything

about any reels, Tommy.

But if I did,

I'd say they've been

taken care of.

Thank you, sir,

for everything.

Lieutenant,

can I hear the tape?

Speak into the recorder.

I don't care what you say,

just say it.

Say anything. Just say it.

Say it. Say it.

Say it!

That's it.

That's all I needed.
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