09x03 - Slashdance

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09x03 - Slashdance

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(POUNDING IN DISTANCE)

- (RAMIREZ SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS, SHOUTS)

RAMIREZ: Let me in!

I'm going to k*ll you, bitch!

(CACKLES)

I'm coming for you!

Come on!

Help him.

RAMIREZ: Crush that pretty face

(CACKLING)

(SHOUTS)

RAY: Seriously, none of us could break down that door if we had all day.

(POUNDING STOPS)

Listen.

It stopped.

Maybe he left.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SCREAMS)

Help me with this!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

That's not Mr.

Jingles.

Who the f*ck is that psycho?

I've been telling you.

That's the guy who's trying to k*ll me.

I got to get my keys.

(CHET GRUNTING)

BROOKE: Where is he?

Do you hear him?

(PANTING)

(KEYS JINGLE)

I found them.

We just got to get to the car.

Whoa!

We can't go outside.

And he's sooner or later, he's coming in here, he's gonna k*ll us.

There are four of us and one of him.

We can protect each other.

That's right.

There are four of us.

And if we split up and make a run for it, the best he can do is just get one.

Wow.

It's Darwin, man.

Survival of the fittest.

- It's our only chance.

- You're really just gonna commit to this whole coward thing, aren't you?

We are not leaving anybody behind.

I'm not gonna die here, okay?

And and I know I can run faster than at least two of you.

So let's just say the three people lucky enough to make it meet up at the parking lot.

Like he said, three lucky people.

Come on.

(WHIMPERS)

(SHOUTS)

sh*t - sh*t.

- Move it, Darwin.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

TREVOR: You got to get up, man.

We can't give up without a fight.

That's karma coming through that door.

There's nothing we can do to stop it.

I could really use one of those ludes right now.

(POUNDING STOPS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING, KEYS JINGLING)

(SHUSHING)

(QUIETLY): Is he still there?

I don't see anything.

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

Oh, God!

Oh!

Oh, God!

Ah!

Oh!

sh*t.

It's a bag of sh*t!

- (RETCHES)

- (LAUGHTER, VOICES OUTSIDE)

PETE: Nice throw, bro.

LARRY: Dude, that sh*t was awesome.

See how it lit on fire?

Jingle, jingle.

He got sh*t all over his shoes.

Happy Jingles Day, douchewads.

(LAUGHTER)

I've been collecting my sh*t for three weeks.

Totally worth it.

Who the hell are you?

We're Mr.

Jingles.

Duh.

You've been collecting your own sh*t?

Get any weird phone calls lately?

- (KEYS JINGLING)

- What the hell is wrong with you?

It's a tradition, man.

On the anniversary of the m*ssacre.

Kids pull pranks in stores and restaurants and screw with people.

f*cking townie assholes.

Oh (KEYS JINGLING)

Hey.

Way too late, wide load.

You totally missed it.

They were so frickin' scared.

(COUGHS)

Pete, what the f*ck, man?

XAVIER: He's not one of them.

That's the real Jingles.

Go.

Go now.

Get to the parking lot.

Go.

LARRY: Dude.

What's your damage, man?

No (WET CRUNCH)

(MUSIC SLOWS, DISTORTS)

(FILM PROJECTOR CLICKING, THEN SHUTS OFF)

(PANTING)

- CHET: We made it!

- RAY: Don't say anything till we're back in L. A.

Not that it matters, but Nurse Rita's

- totally faster than you.

- No way.

- (BOTH SHOUT)

- (THUDDING, SLICING)

(CHET SCREAMING)

- Chet!

Chet!

- He knows where to meet us.

Come on.

(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(WAILING)

f*ck (KEYS JINGLING)

Jesus, Larry.

(GRUNTS)

A little privacy.

I can't piss right when I know you're watching me.

Ow, ow.

Now I'm all backed up.

You know I've got that twisted urethra thing.

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

Ooh.

I can't see sh*t without my glasses.

Look, I know you guys didn't have to take me.

I know my mom paid you.

But when I'm wearing this mask, I am Jingles, the most ruthless k*ller of all time.

Just let me be a badass for one night.

Come on.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, sh (COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

Let's motor.

CHET: Get me off this thing, man.

(SCREAMING)

- Oh, God!

Damn it.

- That's not good.

Look, Chet, you probably don't want to hear this, but your shoulder is being plugged up by that thing.

If we pull you off, you'll probably bleed out.

L-Like, to death?

Is that your official medical opinion?

It's not gonna matter if we don't find a way out of here.

The whole point is to keep us in.

It's a punji pit.

Haven't you seen First Blood?

- What?

- Yeah, the Viet Cong, they used to dig these pits with spikes in them and put them on the side of trails to catch G. I. s.

Jingles was a vet.

He probably dug this up

- like the ones he saw in 'Nam.

- Are you sure it was Jingles and not the other guy trying to k*ll us?

Jesus Christ.

What the hell kind of camp is this?

BROOKE: Where is everyone?

They should be here by now.

I'm sure they're coming.

The boys' cabin is just further away.

No.

It's been too long.

Hey, maybe we should just go and get help.

And leave everyone here to fend for themselves?

Your friends wouldn't bail on you like that.

I'm not bailing.

The highway's not far.

Maybe we could get the police to come down here.

You're right.

Go.

I'll wait.

I'll tell the others you went for help.

Thank you.

I'll be back as soon

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Oh, honey.

I wish you could see your face right now.

You're confused, aren't you?

Don't worry.

Nurse Rita's gonna make it all better.

Well, Ms.

Chambers, you've certainly put in the work.

Dartmouth, Penn.

I have to say you look remarkably well-rested for someone in the throes of doctoral research.

But I'm sorry to tell you that you've wasted your time coming here.

Benjamin Richter is a lost cause.

I doubt that.

He hasn't said a word in years.

I've tried every angle to get him to talk, but he just stares back at you with those black shark eyes.

Now, I know, in our profession, we like to think there's always method behind madness a linear path from innocence, wounding, to v*olence and sociopathy.

But all I've been shown by Benjamin Richter is that some people are just evil.

My research has shown otherwise.

I recently spoke to Ted Bundy down in Florida and pried confessions to two unsolved murders from him.

I wasn't aware of that.

The feds wanted to keep it on the down-low.

But I've talked to them all.

Gacy, William Bonin, aka the Freeway k*ller, Patrick Kearney, aka the Trash Bag k*ller, Robert Hansen, aka the Butcher Baker all their lips are sealed.

Until Donna Chambers arrives and opens them.

This case has been your life for over a decade.

Do you really want to go to your grave not knowing what makes that man tick?

Worst case, he clams up for me, too.

And I leave like a fool.

Be smart.

Now, if you're gonna be alone with him, he stays restrained.

This guy can regress to violent behavior at any time.

The reawakening of Mr. Jingles.

I just mean to get a window into that side of him would be valuable.

Academically.

And I appreciate the restraints.

Safety first.

Mr. Richter.

This is Donna Chambers.

She's doing research for a PhD.

She'd like to talk to you.

You're not gonna get anything out of this guy.

We'll be fine.

Won't we, Benjamin?

And I'm going to need a record of everything you discussed.

- Regulations.

- Of course.

I'll be right outside if you need me.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I spoke to Dr.

Hopple.

She thinks that you're evil.

That you were born to k*ll.

Do you believe that?

'Cause I don't.

I don't believe in evil.

I believe that while the ability to do v*olence exists in all people, the need to hurt to m*rder over and over needs to be activated by outside circumstances.

You were drafted into the Army, trained to think nothing of human life.

Sent to the jungle to k*ll in the name of patriotism.

I know you don't like to talk, but answer me one question.

Did you ever hurt anyone before that?

Did you ever k*ll anything?

I've been studying serial K*llers for the past five years.

Since the mid-1970s there's been an uptick in spree or serial killings.

Why?

Were there suddenly more evil men born?

Or did the increased availability of p*rn and the psychic echo of the w*r in Southeast Asia damage the minds of otherwise good men?

High fructose corn syrup.

It's in everything now-a-days.

They say it's bad for you.

Maybe uh, that has something to do with it, too.

So you can talk.

I've been here, locked up, for 14 years.

When I told them I couldn't remember k*lling those kids, they told me that I'd had a psychotic break, that I was evil and that I was the worst kind of human being.

Irredeemable.

What if I told you I don't think that's true.

What if I told you that something twisted your brain and gave you no choice?

So what you're saying is maybe it isn't all my fault?

I'd like to help out.

Can I help you?

Well, you can't do it from in here.

We got to get you out.

I need to study you in your natural habitat.

They're re-opening the camp.

Even sitting here, looking at that face, I want to s*ab her over and over.

I can't go back there.

I know I would k*ll again.

Sometimes sacrifices need to be made in the name of science.

Feel my hands.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

So soft.

That's my cold cream.

How many bunnies had to die to get the formula right?

If I could cr*ck the code of what makes you do what you do, maybe we can begin mandatory classes in grade school.

What if you could have the honor of being the world's last serial k*ller?

Redemption.

It's time to stop the v*olence.

But why?

Did someone hurt you?

I have my reasons.

But, most importantly I believe that no one is born evil, Benjamin.

No one is irredeemable.

I feel like I'm being seen for the first time in 14 years.

Tell me what I have to do.

All you have to do is be yourself.

Don't hold back.

Trust your instincts.

But first we got to get you out of here.

And in order to do that, you need to do three things: take care of that pesky guard, hit the switch

(ALARM BUZZES)

find the bag.

When you meet me back at the camp I'll have a new job and a new name.

- How could we end it all

- This way When tomorrow comes And we'll both regret The things we said today If you leave me now

- Ooh, no, baby.

- (ENGINE STOPS)

Can I help you?

Excuse me, sweetie?

You've been following me since I got on the 5.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I I was headed up to Camp Redwood.

These were the directions I was given.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

God.

Oh, I am so sorry.

It's just you hear all these horror stories on the news and they always start with a single woman driving alone and that woman ends up in a garbage bag by the side of the road.

Goodness, you have a dark imagination.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'm headed to Camp Redwood, too.

I'm actually gonna be the nurse there.

Hey, would you do me a favor?

Can you keep an eye on my car while I head to the ladies'?

Maybe we can convoy up - the rest of the way there.

- Works for me.

We girls got to look out for each other.

(QUIETLY): Great.

If you ask me, all those murders are because of the availability of p*rn and the objectification of women in our culture.

That's what that Ted Bundy said.

What you think you're getting for free The woman is wild, a she-cat Tamed by the purr of a Jaguar Money's the matter If you're in it for love You ain't gonna get too far Oh, oh, here she comes Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up Oh, oh, here she comes She's a maneater Oh, oh, here she comes Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up.

(BROOKE GRUNTS)

My legs What did you give me?

Horse tranquilizers.

I think.

I mean, I'm not a nurse.

My degree's in psychology.

Chet, are you with me?

Chet.

Chet.

Look, you just passed out from the pain, man.

You'll be okay.

g*dd*mn it.

I didn't even want to come here!

(GRUNTS)

I only left L. A.

'cause I'm in trouble.

You awake?

Look I haven't told anyone about this, but I need to.

I was in Omega Xi.

And our hell week was always bad, but but my junior year, it really got out of hand.

Got a thirst for k*lling Grab your vial, uh Brian, oh, there it is.

Thank you.

FRAT BOYS (CHANTING): Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi, do or die!

Omega Xi Take it down, anchor man.

- Take it down!

- (GAGGING)

- Don't you puke on me.

- Yeah!

Next station, Gobs.

Hell night never ends.

(FRAT BOYS LAUGHING)

Hush, hush, eye to eye, too shy, shy Left, right, left!

Left, left, left, right, left.

What the f*ck?

(LAUGHS)

Drink up, boys.

And lose your uniforms.

What do we do?

Just grab a cock, Jew-bacca.

Trunks to tails.

I think I'm gonna hurl.

Christ, Chan.

You lightweight.

Get up.

Chan.

Look, if you don't nut up, you're gonna get tossed at final blackball.

Sir, I'm sorry, sir.

I don't want to let down my pledge brothers.

You're letting me down.

Guys like us have to work twice as hard to be accepted here.

That's f*cked up.

Look, I'm giving you ten minutes.

Okay?

Take a nap, pull the trigger if you have to.

Just get it together.

Thank you, sir.

(GRUNTING)

(CRASH)

sh*t.

sh*t!

Chan.

Chan.

Wake up.

PLEDGE MASTER: Dude, what the hell happened?

Um, he fell.

I think he's dead.

We're so f*cked.

I'll take care of it.

I mean, the way I saw it, I couldn't change the fact that Chan was dead, but I could keep us all out of trouble.

And myself out of jail.

I mean, his death was an accident, right?

Does it really matter how that accident happened?

Sorry, bro.

Jesus!

- What's happening?

- Uh (GRUNTS)

The brake!

The brake!

Oh, no.

(GRUNTING)


Grab on to me.

Grab on to me!

Grab on!

Aah!

I still remember his face.

The look in his eyes as he went over the cliff.

I couldn't go to the house.

I couldn't go to classes.

Eventually, I just dropped out.

Which is how I ended up with this sh*t job at the hospital.

People thought he, uh, went missing.

I thought I'd gotten away with it.

And then, three days ago, the Times reported that Chan's car had been found.

Which means that it's it's only a matter of time before they find my watch.

That's why I'm here.

I'm running.

It feels good to finally tell someone.

I mean, I know you can't hear me.

I can hear you.

That's some messed-up sh*t.

(COUGHS)

I mean, it wasn't on purpose.

I said I thought he was already dead.

(LAUGHS)

From the first time you k*lled him.

I-I said he fell!

Dude, what are you doing?

I'm not dying down here with you.

- Don't leave me down here.

- (GRUNTS)

Come on!

Please.

(CRYING): I won't tell anyone, I swear.

Ray, please.

(STRAINING)

Ray!

Ray, I swear, please, I won't tell anybody.

Please don't leave me down here.

Don't leave me down here!

Ray!

Looks quiet.

Follow my lead.

- (WHISPERS): Wait.

- What?

What about Margaret?

We can't just let her die.

Who gives a sh*t about Margaret?

Our friends are waiting for us.

I already got one person k*lled.

If I can stop anyone else from dying, then maybe I can make this right.

(SIGHS)

Seriously?

You saw what Jingles did to those assh*le townies.

Imagine what he's gonna do to the one person he couldn't k*ll.

No, he's right.

Nobody gets left behind.

Look, we'll pick up Margaret on the way to the lot.

Bertie, too.

Who the hell is Bertie?

- The cook.

- You want us to risk our lives for Tammy Bakker and the lunch lady?

Chef Bertie is good people.

- (MUFFLED GRUNTING)

- What the - XAVIER: What?

- sh*t!

TREVOR: Untie her.

Get her legs.

He's coming.

(WHIMPERS)

Don't move.

Please be quiet.

Shh.

(WHIMPERING IN DISTANCE)

(WHIMPERING)

(WHISPERING): It's okay.

We're not gonna hurt you.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERING)

Please, God, no.

No Please.

No!

No!

No.

(SHRIEKS, CRIES)

Please, no!

(SCREAMS)

- (CRUNCH)

- (SCREAMING STOPS)

- (KEYS JINGLING)

- (FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)

(SHEATHS Kn*fe)

Who is she?

- XAVIER: Says her name is Rita.

- (PANTING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Calm down.

It's just us.

Jesus!

- Oh, thank God.

- Are you okay?

You're bleeding.

What happened?

W-Where's everyone else?

We were att*cked at the infirmary.

Everyone scattered.

I got stabbed.

Chet was with me, but I lost him.

Had to cover myself with dirt and leaves to hide.

What about Brooke?

Last time I saw her, she was with Rita.

Oh, no.

- What?

- Rita is not Rita.

We found the real one bound and gagged in the boathouse.

She was wearing a nurse's uniform.

Jingles k*lled her.

Wait wait, what?

- Then who the hell is with Brooke?

- I don't know, - but we got to find her.

- The plan was to go to the parking lot.

That's where we should go.

I am not leaving here - without Margaret and Bertie.

- Me neither.

If y'all want to be heroes, that's fine by me, but there is no way in hell that I'm going back.

Not with two murderers lurking in the g*dd*mn shadows.

Fine, fine.

You ever ride a bike before?

Once or twice.

Okay.

There's a call box down the road.

Take my Ninja, call the cops, and meet us back at the lot.

Montana, you go with him.

Hey, hey.

The bike is a fickle mistress.

Go easy on the throttle or she'll buck you like a wild stallion.

(CHET SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(GROANING)

(RUSTLING)

Hello?

- Is someone up there?

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Just leave me alone.

- Chet?

- Xavier?

Oh, thank God.

What the hell are you doing down there, man?

I'm dying!

What does it look like I'm doing?

There's a stake through my shoulder, I can't move.

You got to get me out of here.

All right.

I'm coming down.

(WHIMPERING)

I thought I was done.

I thought that was it.

It's okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Damn, that looks gnarly.

It was him.

It was Jingles.

Ray he-he fell in here, too, but he left me.

Ray told us you got separated.

(CRYING): He's got issues, man.

He's got serious f*cking issues.

- (GROANS)

- I, uh, I feel like we're gonna need a real doctor down here to get you off this.

(TWIGS SNAP)

TREVOR: Shh, shh, shh.

Someone's coming.

- Hurry up, hurry up.

- It's him.

It's Jingles.

Y-You got to get me out of here.

You got to get I've never done this before.

I don't want to k*ll him.

Better you than Jingles.

If-if I k*ll you, I'm so sorry.

Just get me off of it.

On three.

- Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Ready?

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

(WHIMPERS)

Three!

(SCREAMING)

(CHET GASPING)

TREVOR: He's coming.

Let's go, let's go.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

- (SHUSHING)

- (MUFFLED CRYING)

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

- (SHUSHING)

- Okay Hey.

Hey.

(CRYING, SHUDDERING)

- Hey, hey, hey, Chet.

- (RUSTLING IN DISTANCE)

- Hey.

- Shh.

(KEYS JINGLING)

We could take him.

There's three of us.

Chet can barely move and Jingles has a Kn*fe.

His Kn*fe versus my g*ns.

(MOUTHS)

(GRUNTS)

- (SCREAMS)

- (WHOOPS)

- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

- Welcome to your own petard, assh*le!

Holy sh*t!

- That was awesome!

- (GRUNTS)

- (WHOOPS)

- (GROANING)

- Oh, man.

- (LAUGHING)

Oh.

Hey.

You shouldn't be moving around, man.

(GROANING CONTINUING)

Just so we're all clear: that wasn't Jingles.

- Hey, uh - sh*t.

They're not here.

RAY: Well, someone definitely was.

What are you doing?

We got to get to the call box.

Seriously, Montana, the sooner we get to the road, the faster the cops can handle all of this.

(RAMIREZ CHUCKLES)

That's the guy that stabbed me.

Ready for round two?

The devil needs his due.

- (ENGINE STARTS)

- Ray!

What the hell?!

- I'm sorry!

- You f*cking coward!

Ray!

f*ck!

Suck a nut, Camp Redwood.

I'll see you in another life.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(GRUNTS)

(RICHARD GASPS)

Why the hell haven't you k*lled her yet?
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