Silence.
You boys okay?
What the fuck is you looking at?
I said, what the fuck you looking at?
Drop it!
Try this on, big boy.
You son of a bitch! Come on up here!
Get your ass over here!
Come on, goddamn it.
By God! Stick his ass in the block then bring him to see me.
You all right?
Jesus Christ, you could be on American Gladiators.
30 minutes a day. It doesn't take much.
Someone goes for you, go for their throat.
One chop paralyzes them.
Mickey and Mallory got my whole prison worked up.
Like sharks to chum.
-Smell of blood drives them nuts. -80% are violent offenders.
-We're over 200% capacity. -This ain't a prison, it's a time bomb.
-Fry the pricks. -We tried.
But they kill somebody new, and we gotta start the process over again.
Like a hemorrhoid you can't get rid of.
We're sending them for testing to Nystrom.
Lobotomy Bay.
Vegetable Land. Home of the criminally insane.
-That hasn't been done. -The ruling won't stick. . .
. . .with the shrinks here, but they'll be in your control for a few hours.
Then what?
You're a celebrated lawman, public loves you. 1 5 years on the force.
Bestseller out in paperback.
A modern-day Pat Garret with a deadly ax to grind.
That is why you have been chosen to deliver Mr. and Mrs. Knox.
We know once you're on the road, if anything happens--
-An accident. -Fire.
-Escape attempt. -Anything at all.
Jack Scagnetti will look out for his public's best interest.
I get the picture.
Nobody in their right mind will cry if these fuckers take a little lead.
A lot of lead, Jack!
Write the script, call it:
The Extermination of Mickey and Mallory Knox. I don't care.
You'll have my two best men: Kavanaugh and Wurlitzer.
We got a special disliking for these punkolas.
Have we found our man?
You know her. . .
. . .you love her, you cannot fucking live without her:
-Mallory Knox. -You took my soul
And wanted more
I guess I was born
Naturally born
Born bad
Hey, Knox, somebody out here wants to meet you.
Born bad It's such a sin
I guess I was born
Naturally born
Born bad
Jesus Christ!
She always does this.
She ain't changed a bit, huh?
Where's the other half?
In the deepest, darkest cell in the dungeon.
You can't see him now. He's got a special visitor.
-Who's that? -Wayne Gale.
Wayne Gale? The TV scumbag?
We call them media. Don't you like the media?
A worm in my blood is more attractive to me. He fucks cops over.
Can't say no to the media. You want this job?
You come say hello.
I have a television show.
Every few weeks, as part of our thing on current America. . .
. . .we do a profile on a different serial killer.
Mass murderer.
Whatever you want.
The episode on Mickey and Mallory was one of the most popular.
Ever do one on John Wayne Gacy?
Yeah.
-Who got the higher rating? -You blew him away.
What about that crazy fucker, Ted Bundy?
That crazy guy? You got the larger Nielsen share. You're big.
-What I want to get-- -What about Manson?
Manson beat you.
It's hard to beat the king.
Anyway, Julie, my producer, and l. . .
. . .have been waiting to do a follow-up piece on you, and that time has come.
I feel it's apparent to anyone who's hip to what's going on. . .
. . .that the prison boys have violated the Constitution.
You and Mallory may be killers, but nuts? lnsane?
Today, they wipe clean your mind because they feel you're dangerous.
They might clean my mind or dump me into syndication. . .
. . .because what I say is dangerous. Where does it end?
I have interviews with the prison board and the psychiatrist, Emil Reingold. . .
. . .and with Warden Dwight McClusky, and I tell you, they look bad.
If you give an exclusive. . .
. . .to Wayne Gale, we are talking a media event here.
Promos on the Super Bowl.
The network will cream for it!
What a great idea, Julie.
We are talking about nothing like it. . .
. . .in television history.
The first in-depth interview. . .
. . .with the most charismatic serial killer ever. . .
. . .one day before he's shipped away to a mental hospital. . .
. . .for the rest of his life.
This is Wallace and Noriega.
This is Elton John. . .
. . .confessing his bisexuality to Rolling Stone.
This is Maysles brothers at Altamont.
This is the Nixon/Frost interviews.
What do you say?
-Why are you letting him do this? -Relax.
If I don't, we'll be excoriated.
If I do, they won't clear it for weeks.
Legal, appeals.
M & M will be toast before that ever happens, right?
Nobody's gonna give a flying fuck about two dead losers.
What are you saying?
Time, motherfucker.
Leave him alone! He's a human being!
Wait a minute! Let him answer me!
Time's running out, mate. What's the answer?
I say go for it.
Well, in any case, he says yes.
I thought he would. But keep contact with the population to a minimum.
Give me a large room, I'll take it from there. We are stealth journalists.
You should worry more about the promos that start to air next week.
You'll be a national face, a real hero to the American public.
It's true. You could even launch a new career here.
No!
Julie will fax you in the morning with the details.
I must get back. I'm doing a benefit for the homeless transsexual veterans.
Dearest Mallory. . .
. . .you once told me I had no feelings.
You were right and wrong.
I got more feelings now than I ever had before.
I've been reading a lot and doing yoga with this guy...
. . .but he pissed me off.
He's not around anymore.
At night...
...l pretend you're lying next to me.
I lie in my cell...
...imagine kissing you...
...not making love...
...just kissing for hours and hours on end.
I remember everything about our time.
I remember every secret you ever shared.
I remember every single time you laughed.
And your dancing.
My God, your dancing.
I lie on my bed and go over every day, every minute of our happiness.
I take it all as it comes...
...and I live that day again.
That way, when I get to our first kiss...
... they're notjust memories.
I feel thatjoy again.
Dr. Reingold...
. . .are they insane?
Insane?
No.
Psychotic, yes.
It's right after the Super Bowl.
We got them in their homes, the game sucked. . .
. . .they want to see Mickey.
Mickey and Mallory have shocked a country numb with violence.
These guys wanna tear their wives' heads off.
But Sullivan--
Mickey and Mallory. . .
. . .know the difference between right and wrong.
They just don't give a damn.
This will be the most talked about event in television history!
Is it true they were sexually abused as children?
I can't imagine.
I don't think that it's. . . .
I would say no.
When you said to marry your daughter after I got her pregnant. . .
. . .that's exactly what I did. Now you listen to me.
If you blow this. . .
. . .CBS will eat your lunch next season, and I'll be with them. . .
. . .because I'm out of here!
I'm out!
Mallory Knox has said that she does want to kill you.
I never really believe what women say to me.
Margaret, darling. . .
. . .whatever you think you found, it's not what you think.
Tell me who the hell Ming is.
Ming? There's no Ming, that's a fucking restaurant.
Why are you going through my drawers? I don't go through yours.
It looks like it was cut with a meat cleaver. Where's my close-ups?
Listen, less of the shrink.
Keep the teens, keep the long hairs. I love the cop.
I love McClusky. Cut in on the middle of that horrific laugh.
Freeze frame on it.
Then cut to me at the trial.
Their subsequent trial...
... turned into a sick, pathetic circus.
The nation caught Mickey...
...and Mallory fire.
Mike f* * *ing Griffin is who these misguided * * *holes should revere.
Mike Griffin was killed in the line of duty by these * * * * scum-sucking. . .
. . .degenerate d* * * * *bags.
-What do you think of the turnout? -I've never had more fun!
Scumbag!
Ming, first of all, slow down. Speak English.
-All right, English. -You're paranoid.
-She knows. -She's not onto us.
I don't give a fuck what the I Ching says!
Just don't put anything down on paper, ever.
If she calls back. . .
. . .you say, "Hello, Ming Dynasty Restaurant. "
What do you have to say to your fans?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
-How could you let this show go live? -Just got out of hand.
Doesn't change a thing, though. I'm moving those scumbags tomorrow.
When I do these douche bags, I'll go right up there with Jack Ruby.
World famous, huh?
Hall of Fame.
You'll be bigger, Jack. Lee Harvey Oswald was a pussy.
-Maybe, but he was a great shot. -Hear it?
Hear what?
It's dead quiet.
It's dangerous when it's dead quiet.
Okay, testing, one, two, three.
How goes it, brother?
Doing some hard time? What'd they get you for?
-Murder. -That's a rough one. I'm with you.
Showtime.
And the Dallas Cowboys are the Super Bowl Champions....
After the game, stay tuned...
...for a special American Maniacs on WA TCH.
Mickey Knox is the most dangerous man in America.
But Wayne Gale isn 't afraid to meet him one on one...
... to learn what 48 people died for.
Is he insane, or does he belong where he sent so many others: in the grave?
Mickey Knox, thank you for this time.
I'd like to start with a few questions, if you don't mind?
Let's roll the f* * *ing dice.
When did you first start thinking about killing?
Birth. I was thrown into a flaming pit of scum, forgotten by God.
What do you mean?
I mean, I came from violence, it was in my blood. My dad had it.
His dad had it. It's my fate.
Do you believe in fate?
-My fate. -No one is born evil, you learn it.
What about your father? How did he die?
You were only 1 0 years old, and there's a lot of speculation.
I didn't kill my father, and I don't want to talk about it.
Watch it! Watch it!
It's all right. It's okay.
Go on to something else.
Please, let's do.
Tell me, how can you look at an ordinary person, an innocent guy. . .
. . .and then shoot him to death?
-I mean, how can you do that? -Innocent?
Who's innocent? You?
I'm innocent of murder, definitely.
It's just murder. All God's creatures do it in some form or another.
I mean, look in the forest.
Species kill other species. Our species killing all species. . .
. . .including the forest, and we just call it industry, not murder.
But I know a lot of people who. . .
. . .deserve to die.
Why do they deserve to die?
I think everybody got. . .
. . .something in their past. Some sin. Some awful, secret thing.
A lot ofpeople walking around already dead...
...just need to be put out of their misery.
That's where I come in. Fate's messenger.
Except a corn or wheat falleth to the ground. . .
. . .and die, it abideth alone. But if it die. . .
...it bringeth forth much fruit.
The theory that everyone meets a serial killer halfway?
The wolf don't know why he's a wolf. God just made it that way.
You're saying that the world itself is predatory.
When a lion takes down an elk, it's the elk's time to go.
And the B.S. Iiberal agenda about saving the herds. . .
...only serves to overpopulate the balance of nature.
Maybe you're right. I don't think so, but maybe you are.
Corporate and environmental predators.
Nuclear predators. Life is a hunt.
I've seen it, I was there.
When the s* * * hit the fan at Grenada, I saw it all. . .
. . .go down at Grenada.
So tell me, Mickey, any regrets?
I mean, three weeks, 50 people killed. Not too cool, Mickey.
Fifty-two, but I don't spend a lot of time with regret.
It's a wasted emotion.
You must have some regret. Rack your brain.
I wish that lndian hadn't got killed.
Bad, bad, bad!
One of your last victims.
Man had a rattlesnake sitting in a corner.
A rattlesnake?
He could pick it up, pet it.
He saw it.
He saw what?
The demon. He saw the demon.
The demon?
What demon?
Everybody got the demon in here. The demon lives in here.
It feeds on your hate. Cuts, kills, rapes.
It uses your weakness, your fears. Only the vicious survive.
We all told we're no good pieces of shit since we could breathe.
After a while, you kind of become bad.
But after the lndian, we were gonna quit killing.
The old man took it out of us.
What happened?
It was all just a mistake, you know.
Man tried to help us.
You know, pet us.
Same dream I've had since I was a kid. I just. . .
. . .running, running with the animals in the darkness.
Mr. Rabbit.
Bloody fangs.
Christmas hat.
Little. . .
. . .madness going on, we're just running. . . .
I'm just. . . .
I'm Mr. Rabbit.
I'm eating every other animal in the forest.
Death.
Death kind of becomes what you are...
...after life became black.
You know about realization, Wayne?
I mean, all this is just...
. . .an illusion.
Mr. Rabbit says, "The moment of realization... "
. . . "The moment of realization. . .
. . .is worth. . .
. . .a thousand prayers. "
You're crazy.
I don't think I'm any crazier than you are.
I'm extremes, dark and light, you know that.
I'm light with Mal.
Mal.
That's your shadow on the wall.
Can't get rid of your shadow, can you?
You know, the only thing that kills a demon:
Love.
That's why Mallory's my salvation. She was teaching me how to love.
I forgive you, baby.
It was just like. . .
. . .being in the Garden of Eden.
Only love can kill the demon.
Hold that thought.
If these guys are in your eye line, I'm sorry.
You want some powder?
Rise and shine, Mallory.
Turn around and face the wall.
Relax, we want to have a talk, is all.
Don't get too close or she'll kill you.
One way or another, she'll kill you.
Relax. Read my book. I met some unruly crocodiles. . .
. . .but she's got a sweet streak for me.
Take that. It's okay.
-We're not allowed. . . . -It's okay.
It's okay, guys.
Smoke?
I know you smoke.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I want to be your friend.
If I ever met a girl who needs a friend. . .
. . .it's you.
You're a very pretty girl.
Remember the last time you got fucked?
Remember?
I want you to close your eyes. . .
. . .and remember the last time Mickey gave you the hard one.
Thinking about it?
Forget it, because it's never gonna happen again.
When they get through with all the electroshock shit. . .
. . .Mickey ain't gonna be worth a shit.
Was it worth it?
Was what worth it?
Was massacring those people worth being separated from your love forever?
You mean, was an instant of my purity worth a lifetime of your lies?
Where's the purity you couldn't live without. . .
. . .in the 52 people. . .
. . .who aren't on this planet because they met you and Mallory?
What's so f* * *ing pure about that? How do you do it?
You'll never understand.
You and me aren't even the same species.
I used to be you, then I evolved.
From where you're standing, you're a man. To me, you're an ape.
Not even an ape, you're a media person.
Media 's like the weather, only it's man-made weather.
Murder? It's pure.
You're the one made it impure.
You're buying and selling fear.
You say, "Why?"
I say, "Why bother?"
Are you done? Great. Now let's cut the B.S. and get real.
Why this purity that you feel about killing?
Why, for chrissakes! Don 't lie!
You just gotta hold that shotgun in your hand, and it becomes clear...
...like it did for me the first time.
That's when I realized my one true calling in life.
What's that, Mickey?
Shit, man. . .
. . .I'm a natural born killer.
Did you get that?
All right, Mickey!
Great.
Great, man.
There's a riot going on here.
Shit!
Thanks.
Every fucking moron in the world just saw that, mate.
We got a riot going on here that's out of control. We need help.
God Almighty shit, Leroy. Where at?
In the rec room, B wing. We're outmanned, we need help.
You mobilize the men. I'm on my way.
Mr. Gale, close them cameras down. We got a riot going on in B wing.
-It's live, for chrissakes! -You're finished.
-Millions are watching. -They got guns, hostages!
Close those cameras, now!
-Turn them off! -We'll be famous!
You stay here and shut up.
I must find out what's going on before I let you film anywhere.
The world is watching! We'll never get this chance again!
Fuck you!
He can't tell me what to do in my jail! Fuck him!
Fuck you!
Keep your fingers on the triggers of your shotguns and follow me.
This is a tough room.
All right, one more.
Mother says to Sister:
"You can go to the drive-in with Bobby, but you got to take little Johnny. "
Sister goes, "Okay. "
They go, they come back.
Mother takes Johnny aside and says, "What happened?"
Little Johnny can't talk.
She says, "They went to the drive-in. What happened then?" Johnny goes:
"They were kissing? What else?" You heard this one?
"What else?"
Little Johnny goes:
"He felt her up?
What else?"
Little Johnny goes:
"They took off their clothes? What else?"
Little Johnny goes:
"They did that?
What the hell were you doing?! " Little Johnny goes:
"Little Johnny, no! "
Shit!
Drop it!
The gun, goddamn it! Smart move.
Empty the shells.
Hurry up!
Where are you?
I'm all right. I'm okay.
All right, new friend, get your camera.
-Where's Roger? -Right here.
-Where's Scully? -He's hit. I think he's dead.
Shit.
Put the shells on the table!
Drop your belt!
Hands behind your head!
Got the camera going yet?
They're both shot to shit.
That's too bad for you.
Wait, I got a remote Beta. I can get an image up.
Very innovative. Put it on.
Everyone's going to follow me out of here.
One big, happy family, shooting everything I do.
Kavanaugh, get up!
Take me to Mallory's cell and hope she's in one piece.
Everyone get behind Kavanaugh.
Press up against him!
Let's go! Young lady, come along with us.
Hustle it!
Stay with me!
That's my camera!
Now I remember you. You're Jack.
I'm not really as bad as they say I am.
I'm actually a really nice person.
Yeah, I know.
I've done some bad things myself.
I killed somebody.
No shit.
Know what I think about?
Sex.
Fucking.
I think about hands on my tits.
And I think about flesh against flesh. . .
. . .and sweat.
My mind drives me crazy.
Sit down.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to kiss me and squeeze my nipple.
You're so specific.
Squeeze it.
You like a little bit of pain?
Harder.
How sexy am I now, fucker?
You stupid dick!
Shit, what happened?
You want a sexy little whore?
I'm trying, I'm trying.
Fucking bitch broke my fucking nose! Give me that gun!
I'll fucking kill you!
-No gun! Put it away! -Give me your Mace!
You want to play, bitch? You want some?
How about this?
Don't do that!
You like it?
Now a special report from Channel 6 News.
Are we on?
Good afternoon, I'm Antonia Chavez.
This is a WATCH special report.
I'm told we're taking you right now live to Botongo Penitentiary. . .
... where Wayne Gale continues his interview...
. . .in the middle of a riot. Wayne, can you hear me?
What's happening there? Are you safe?
This is Wayne Gale, resuming live.
You can tell from the blood and carnage all around. . .
. . .that the final chapter of Mickey and Mallory has yet to be written.
Are you in danger? Can you tell us?
War has broken out here, unlike anything I've ever seen!
But we'll stand alongside them.
What's happening?
Botongo, Botongo, Botongo!
Don't you like this?
Hey, Jack. . .
. . .Mickey's back!
Drop the shotgun!
We got us a Mexican standoff.
We've had this date from the beginning.
Slide that shotgun here.
Put your hands behind your head, your forehead on the floor!
Or what? You wound me?
I can blow you in half.
I never wounded anything in my life!
I got you locked right between the eyes!
I've had you locked from the jump, you phony!
You got me locked. Take your shot.
Okay, Jack, you win.
Oh, baby!
Ladies and gentlemen, this kiss has been a year in the coming.
They're doing what everyone said they'd never do again.
At this moment, they are the only two people on earth.
Shut up, Jack!
Losing your touch, Jack. I was out of shells.
You still like me now, Jack?
-What's this? -List of prisoners.
What the fuck?! I asked for a list of hostages!
-How should I know? -Just get it!
Do I have to do everything?
Jesus Christ.
What are those guys right there?
Close 1 , 2, 3.
-Still jammed open, sir. -Well, jam them shut!
-There's a fire! -I see the goddamn fire.
The psych unit looks like a zoo. Informants are being tortured.
-What is it, Natapundi? -Napalatoni.
I don't care what your name is!
Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose.
Scagnetti's dead!
They're live on network TV.
Live on network TV?
Jesus Harold Christ on a fucking rubber crutch!
Is this happening to me?
You fucking sick motherfuckers!
Come on.
Yeah, come on.
Come on.
Come on, Mickey. This way.
Who are you?
My name's Owen.
What do you want from us?
I want you to take me with you.
Where the hell are we?
It's a place I come to think when things get hectic.
Call them.
Let's go, Kavanaugh.
Follow me!
Now we're in B wing. Where we going?
Out. Through. Down.
Hold up!
Okay, Kavanaugh. . . .
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Wayne Gale!
Motherfucker!
How you doing, Wayne?
I'm fucking great!
-You got the feeling? -I'm alive for the first fucking time!
For the love, thanks to Mickey! Let's kill all these motherfuckers!
-Give me that. -Why?
You're not centered, Wayne.
Here, shoot with this.
Let's go! Kavanaugh, stop slacking off!
End of the line. Drop him!
One move and he's dead!
He's already dead, dickweed!
You got shit! Fire!
You shoot, I'll blast him. Back off!
Shut up, Gale, you prick!
Mickey, Mallory, just let me say--
Put your hand up.
Shut up!
Mickey, I made a place. Come, come.
Come on, move! Let's go, Mal.
Sixty seconds and I'm coming up!
Think, think, think!
Fuck!
Hello, Margaret.
-How are you doing? -I'm all right.
You're doing good, baby.
I want you to know. . .
. . .no matter what happens. . .
. . .I love you.
I love you more than I ever loved myself.
I know that, Mickey.
I'm never coming home.
Don't you get it? I'm alive for the first time in my life! I'm alive!
Because I don't love you anymore.
I love Ming.
That's right, Ming is not a fucking restaurant.
I don't care! Take the money! It's all yours anyway!
And one more thing: Piss off, you cunt!
It's good to be with you. You do a lot of good for people.
The joint's exploding, and you're diddling around with these two!
-We have more important things to do! -These two die today! You hear me?
I'll wipe that fucking scum off the face of the fucking earth. . .
. . .if it's the last fucking thing I do!
You know what I say?
I say. . .
. . .to hell with going to our cells.
Let's go out there. . .
. . .and run down the stairs and go out in a hail of bullets.
And then we'll die.
Then we'll really be free.
That's poetry.
But we'll do that when all else fails.
I just left her.
That's right.
Put a bottle of Dom on ice. Get some ecstasy.
I'll come put a hot pepper up your ass.
No, you're not.
-I love you, Ming. -Sorry, Charlie.
Hold this.
You married?
God, I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
That wasn't the question.
Yes, I'm married.
Do you have children?
A boy and a girl.
I don't wanna die.
Mal, come here, please.
The only way we'll get out that front door. . .
. . .is if they don't wanna kill you two more than they wanna kill us.
Mr. Journalist!
Okay, hold that.
Duncan Homolka, Wayne Gale.
How are you?
You want reality? You got it.
My name is Wayne Gale!
I am the star of American Maniacs, watched by 40 million people a week!
I am a respected journalist, winner of the Ed R. Murrow and the Golden Globe. . .
. . .to name a few.
I've been shot! You're on camera!
We are live!
If anyone fucks up our escape. . .
. . .I'll make it my mission to put Warden McClusky out of commission!
I will do exposé after exposé, revealing the inhumanity, brutality. . .
. . .and conditions that exist here!
You, back up! Back up!
My name is Wayne Gale! I'm the star of American Maniacs!
You are on camera! We are live!
Just how far do you think you're gonna get?
Out the front door.
That will never happen!
It is happening.
My name is Wayne Gale! I'm a friend of Bill Clinton's!
If anybody puts me in danger. . . .
You open that gate!
My name is Wayne Gale! I am the star of American Maniacs!
I will personally hunt you down, blow the head off your whore wife. . .
Don't disrespect my man!
. . .and plant your sick ass in the ground all by myself!
Another day, perhaps, but not today.
This is Wayne Gale, unfortunately no longer live.
I am wounded. All my crew is dead.
I have left my wife, and my girlfriend has left me.
Don't look that glum. That was good.
Mickey Knox's plan worked.
We walked out the door into my news van and made our getaway.
When we were followed by patrol cars. . .
. . .Mallory shot Deputy Sheriff Duncan Homolka. . .
. . .and tossed his body out.
Show them your ear.
Oh, my God, that is so gross.
Why helicopters were not deployed, I don't know.
I guess it happened too fast for arrangements to be made.
We've pulled to the side of the road to do this interview.
Tensions run high as we--
We don't got all fucking day.
So without further ado: Mickey and Mallory.
So, Mallory, after Mickey's incredible rescue. . .
. . .what did you think next?
I was wondering how long it'd be. . .
. . .until me and Mickey could be alone, and if I could wait that long.
Did you have anything to do with the riot?
We didn't have nothing to do with that riot.
You know, that was. . . .
Whatchamacallit?
Fate?
Fate.
If they wanna say we masterminded the whole fucking thing, let them.
It's not like it's gonna keep us up at night and stuff.
But the truth is. . .
. . .it was. . .
. . .fate.
Fate it was. You saw it right here on American Maniacs.
You believe in reincarnation, Wayne?
Yes, I believe we've all lived many times. So what's next for the Knoxes?
I'm thinking we can lay in a big king-size bed. . .
. . .and sleep. . .
. . .for two days, and I've been thinking about motherhood.
So I think me and Mickey are gonna get started on that. . .
. . .as quickly as possible.
-Gotta go. -Wait.
How do you intend to disappear? You're the most famous couple in America.
There's the Underground Railroad, when during slave times--
Let me swing the camera around. . .
. . .and do my wrap-up, then we're off.
We're gonna do a wrap-up, all right.
But it won't be you staring in the camera, looking dumb.
You'll be staring down the barrels of our shotguns. . .
. . .and we're gonna be blowing your brains all over that tree.
Wait. Time. Cut, cut, cut!
It's a fucking joke, right?
Don't fucking shoot me!
During this escape, a bond developed between us!
Not really. You're scum, Wayne. You did it for ratings.
You don't give a shit about anybody except yourself.
So nobody gives a shit about you. That's why helicopters weren't deployed.
Wait a minute, you hypocrite, what about the lndian?
You said you were done with killing! That love beats the demon!
You said that love beats the demon!
I am. . .
. . .and it will.
It's just that you're the last one.
No, don't kill me.
This is not about you, you egomaniac. I kind of like you.
But if we let you go, we'd be just like everybody else. Killing you. . .
. . .and what you represent is. . .
. . .a statement.
I'm not sure what it's saying. . .
. . .but, you know, Frankenstein killed Dr. Frankenstein.
Have some dignity.
All right. So I'm a parasite, so what?
Life is cruel, and no one said it'd be easy.
The day you two killed, your ass belonged to us!
To the public! To the media!
We are married, right?
The point is. . .
. . .what do we do next?
I say we do a Salman Rushdie-type thing.
Just books, talk shows. We lay low, we jump up, we bob and weave.
We get rid of them. We do Oprah, Donahue.
Do you have any idea how huge we could be?
Let's make a little music.
Wait, wait!
Don't Mickey and Mallory always leave someone alive to tell the tale?
We are. Your camera.
Okay, fuck!
I'm gonna miss him.
Let's go.
Okay, baby.
I can 't hear him. I'm not getting anything.
Oh, my God!
A bride and groom's wedding reception turned into a nightmare.
My dad....
People....
Because it would end in sex.
He punched me, he slapped me again.
Ijust wanna say, you know, can we... ?
Ready?
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