01x01 - 12/15/1996

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(suspenseful music)

- f*ck Adam!

God f*cking damn it!

What the f*ck was wrong?

Why didn't you f*cking do it?

- Because she saw me, I told you.

- We have to go home, we

have to go f*cking home.

- No, we can't.

- (stammers) We'll get

Sam, he'll know what to do-

- Quentin, we're not going home.

- Why not?

- Because Sam will be f*cking pissed.

And you and I, we'll be in deep sh*t.

- Well, what do we f*cking do now?

Where do we f*cking put it?

Who was she? What if she has family?

What if they're worried about her?

What if,

what if they-

- Quentin!

Calm the f*ck down.

(Quentin panting)

(siren blaring)

- Oh sh*t!

f*cking God damn.

(siren blaring)

- All right, okay, all right.

- Oh sh*t!

- Let me handle this.

- God f*cking damn it. (panting)

- Look at me.

(punch thuds)

(footsteps tapping)

(gasps) Is there a problem officer?

- Yeah, you were driving a

little erratically back there.

- (gasps) Was I?

- Jesus, is he all right?

- Oh, yes, he gets nose

bleeds from time to time.

He's got hemosiasis, it's

a bleeding in the lungs,

it comes out of his nose and

his mouth, that right honey?

- Right.

- We were trying to get to the doctor

and I'm sure because of all the blood

it was just so scary I,

I'm sure I wasn't focused on my driving.

- Okay, well, just be

more careful next time

and make sure you get him to a doctor.

- Will do officer.

(laughs) What?

(police car door slams)

(police car engine starts)

What?

- Nothing.

- I hate when you get like this.

Can I tell you a secret?

- What, are you g*y?

- I used to live out in

the country near a farm.

- Okay.

- Know what kind of

animals live on a farm?

Pigs, you know what pigs eat?

- Garbage?

- Everything, pigs eat everything.

- You have a pig farm?

- No, I don't have a

pig farm, I borrow one.

- What do you borrow a pig farm for

when we have all that stuff at home?

- Because sometimes, Quentin,

I like to take care of

personal matters on my own.

- This was a personal matter?

- Well, yes it got out

of control, didn't it?

Look,

thank you for helping me.

- What are friends for?

(car engine starts)

(coughs)

(wind whooshing)

- Ah, that's a disgusting habit.

- So is k*lling people.

- I always kind of thought

of it as more of a hobby

than a habit.

- I better call Emily,

she's probably wondering where I am.

- That's a good idea, what

are you gonna tell her?

Feeding pigs, details later?

What do you tell her

about your wedding ring?

- I tell her it's my mother's.

- That's not creepy at all.

- What's your problem with her?

- I don't have a problem with her.

She's nice, she's fine, it's you.

- What about me?

- You see anyone at the

house with a girlfriend?

- No, but I assume that's

because they're all psychopaths.

- No, I mean, yeah,

but no, Quentin, doing what we do,

a girlfriend is a distraction

and you're being selfish.

You don't even care about her.

- That's not true.

I do care about her, I do.

- I've been there Quentin,

it's not gonna work.

- I know.

- You know.

- She won't know it's not working.

I'll be anything she wants me to be.

To her, everything will be fine.

Doesn't matter to me.

- Do you love her?

- No, but she wouldn't know.

She wouldn't be able to

tell and she'd be happy

and I would be with someone.

- (sighs) Quentin, you

don't have to do that stuff

that's some sick sh*t.

- I know.

- You have me, you have

everyone at the house.

We support each other,

that's what we're there for.

And that Emily is, she's a b*tch.

- You said she was sweet.

- I was being polite, she's an

awful wh*re and she hates me.

- Really?

- She doesn't say anything

to me, she avoids me.

- She said you frightened her.

- I'm a nice guy.

- Yeah well, we'll see how it goes.

- You gonna give me a hand with this?

- Just a second.

- What are you doing?

- I'll just be a second.

I gotta talk with her.

- Wait, Quentin, Quentin.

(phone keys tapping)

Quentin, wait a minute.

(breeze whooshing)

(cellphone ringing)

Okay, all right listen, I need

you to listen to me please.

- You.

- I need you to listen to me,

Quentin, just listen please.

Wait, wait, Quentin!

You got to stop pretending

you're normal Quentin.

Stop pretending you

can have normal things,

that you could do normal

things, you can't.

- (sobbing) You're sick,

Adam, you're a monster.

- Don't call me that.

- But you are, that's all you ever were.

- What the f*ck were you doing

getting a girlfriend Quentin?

What would your wife say, your wife?

Your dead f*cking wife?

What happened to her

Quentin? What happened?

You never say anything about her

and there's nothing worse like your-

(body slams)

- I didn't f*cking k*ll her!

- Get off me, get off me.

- I didn't.

- What are you gonna do when you get home

and I'm not with you?

Get off me.

- I didn't mean to, I didn't

know it would do this to me.

- Quentin, you can't k*ll me.

Do you know what they do to K*llers?

They k*ll K*llers.

- They k*ll them?

- Nobody knows, a black van

comes, you're never seen again.

Get off me.

(Adam groans)

(Adam coughs)

Quentin, Quentin!

(car door opens)

(cubbyhole clicks)

Quentin where are you going?

(car door closes)

- I'm going home.

- Quentin, get back here.

- Get away from me Adam.

(needle slashes)

(Quentin shrieks)

- Okay, all right, shh.

- Did you just drug me?

- You weren't being cooperative Quentin.

- So you, you drug me?

- I got you, I got you, shh.

(melancholy music)

You stay here while I finish up, okay?

Don't worry about the drug,

it'll wear off by the time we get home.

I'm glad, Quentin, to

have a friend like you.

(panting) I'll be right back.

(eerie music)

(car door slams shut)

(slow dramatic music)