Vodka, straight up.
- My name's Collette. - Collette?
What is that, French I guess?
Wow, you sure know your stuff.
Paris.
I'm Lloyd. I'm from Fresno.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lloyd.
Collette... a pretty name for a pretty miss.
It is miss, isn't it?
Cut the cute stuff, Lloyd.
I'm available. All you got to do is pay.
Another drink for her. Same for me.
Couldn't help but overhear your chitchat there.
Not sure Mrs. Lloyd from Fresno
would appreciate your dropping this.
Uh, can I help you in some way?
Pretty sure not.
Excuse me, the gentleman and I are having a conversation.
- Doesn't look that gentle to me. - What do you want?
I want to take you home.
Hmm.
It's only my third week on the job.
The hours are flexible. The guys are all right.
Conventions folks mostly...
computer software, that sort of thing.
You don't look like you sell software.
I don't.
Whoa, are you a movie star?
This place is great.
Uh, what's in the bag?
Toys.
Wow.
Do you have a butler?
Get undressed. I want to see you.
Everything.
They're real.
It's a scandal.
This is...
strictly against the rules.
Are your hands clean?
Excuse me?
I'm a little weird about that.
Please wash them.
With soap.
It's in the shower.
You did good.
Now leave us.
Aren't you forgetting something?
I don't forget.
- After I've done with her. - That wasn't the deal.
Don't be trivial. It's below you.
Try to relax, sweetness.
Tension makes the flesh unpleasantly tough.
Tell me where Bishop is and I'm gone.
In due time.
Now leave me with her.
Maybe I'm not making myself clear.
You forget... this is just a body.
Inside, I am your superior.
Enough!
That's the spirit.
Feel better now?
1653 Kinney Drive.
That's where he is.
Now go.
Mr. Harrison,
one more thing:
See you in hell.
Now I feel better.
Listen up. You're bruised and you're scared but you're alive.
That's the important part. What's your name?
What's your real name?
That man was gonna eat you, and I don't mean the euphemism for oral sex.
What's your real name?
Franny. Franny, Franny, Franny.
Franny, you're gonna get dressed
and you're gonna walk out of here
and you're never gonna tell a soul about me, because if you do...
and look me straight in the eye when I tell you this...
if you do, I will find out about it
and I will come after you.
Take this.
Oh my God. Oh my god...
Find yourself a real job, okay?
I swear I'll never do this again.
- I promise. I promise. - Go.
- Thank you. - I said go!
Hello?
Hello!
Anybody!
Please help me!
I swear, I'm not gonna let her drink the water.
Okay, but I may let her eat the worm.
I'm kidding! Okay.
All right, she's on the other line.
I've got to go. Okay, I love you too.
Bye. Sorry, that was Mom.
She's worried I'm gonna corrupt you in Mexico.
Yeah. Okay.
Well, I'll see you tonight.
Okay, Miss Valedictorian.
All right. I love you. Bye.
Hey. You wanted to see me?
What do you ask for every week but never get?
A boyfriend who can make chocolate soufflé?
Hot off the press. You made the cover.
Oh my God!
- I'm so proud of you! - I can't believe it!
I've got to say, though, it creeped me out.
You're getting a little too good at infiltrating these freak shows.
Tell me about it. This one got under my skin.
Are we celebrating tonight or what?
I can't. I'm taking my little sister
and my mom out to dinner tonight.
Your family's getting in the way of your social life.
What do you want?
Is Sadie there?
I've really got to show her something over here.
Remember that shy girl that wouldn't let herself be interviewed by the others?
Yeah, J.D.'s cousin Tricia. I called that number she gave me, but...
But it wasn't a phone number, right?
- I figured she was blowing me off. - Yeah, it makes sense.
But I typed in the number twice and I came to a bookmark.
So I followed the bookmark to some dorky homepage
filled with a bunch of wacky links...
Ethan, I don't mean to be a girl about this,
but you lost me on "bookmark."
Okay, so I followed the links and they led me
to dead ends and 404s, but the line kept going.
And then I started hitting passwords...
most of 'em basic Java I could hack no sweat...
Ethan, brilliant man with monk like patience,
tell me what you've found.
That's it?
Three hours I could...
Three hours I could've spent watching Brazilian porn
or '70s wrestling gone.
But then I realized that, in fact,
this page is covered by a transparent image map.
And this invisible map leads to?
Bam! An address in Korea town.
And, lucky you,
a slot just opened up in my hectic evening schedule.
Maybe I'll meet some cute Goth chick.
Ethan, that is so sweet, but the story's finished.
My little sister just graduated from high school
and I'm taking her to Mexico for three days
of nothing but sun and margaritas.
All right, come on.
Aren't you a little curious?
A little, but these kids are all posers.
It's "Dungeons and Dragons" with nipple rings.
It's funny at first, then it's depressing as hell.
I'm done with it.
Okay.
Did you get that gift for Mom?
Um, I put it in the luggage.
Oh, okay, good. Don't worry about it.
Ethan, I know you're screening.
I'm in Korea town.
Pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Hello?
What are you doing here?
Nothing. Let go of me.
You are not meant to be here.
All right, so let... ow!
Let go of me, please.
Ethan?
Shit, Ethan.
Ethan?
Hello?
Didn't mean to startle you.
I'm a friend of Ethan's.
Oh, hi.
I came to drop off his mail.
- I live just down the hallway. - That's nice.
I guess I'll... I'll just go.
You brought your purse from down the hallway, huh?
- Excuse me. - You looking for your pepper spray?
It's not a very neighborly gesture.
Do I look like a rapist?
No, I just... well...
look, whatever you...
- Look... - I'm looking. I'm looking.
You can stop saying that...
Sadie Blake.
What do you want?
I want to take you for a drive.
- I don't even know who you are. - A minor detail.
We could do this the easy way,
but where would be the fun in that?
We're not here.
Didn't mean to startle you.
The Bishop's almost ready.
Sadie Blake in the flesh.
You know, I loved your article.
That bit about all the music
the kids are listening to... the sludge metal...
and the pig's blood cocktails...
that was great.
So what are you, an obsessed reader?
You're prettier than I expected.
Why am I here?
- To answer some questions. - I don't know anything.
- Really? - I swear to God.
Okay.
What is that?
Ethan's head.
Don't tell me that.
Take a look.
You're gonna die too, Sadie. I'm not gonna lie about it,
so you might as well tell me what you know.
I don't know anything, you fucking freak!
Now that was uncalled for.
- I understand you're upset! - Don't tell me you understand!
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
God is away doing God errands.
It's just us here.
So stop being a baby
and tell me what Tricia told you.
Nothing! She didn't tell me anything.
Ethan found an address on some website.
That's all she told me, I swear!
I wouldn't raise your voice at me if I were you.
Who else did you share this with?
Nobody.
I didn't take it seriously
until I read about it in the newspaper.
Do you know who I am? What we are?
L... l... I swear to you, I don't.
You did good,
really good.
Hey, you're a brave girl.
You know, I've been around for a long time,
met a lot of different people,
mostly seen them do horrible things to each other,
so I'm not so high on the human race as a whole.
But you're all right.
Time to go.
I'm gonna need a little longer.
- I don't mind sharing. - No! No!
No!
Please!
Please don't!
Sex and murder are the only real pleasures left to man, Sadie.
They fight against them all their lives and die unfulfilled.
But when you're one of us,
the two are perfectly fused into one.
We're lucky that way.
- Please don't do this. - You don't even know what "this" is.
- I don't want to die. - Shh.
I've done you no harm. I'm a good person.
Hippie talk, Sadie. Good and evil are just imaginary friends.
Wait. Let's talk about this.
Sexy Sadie, my sweet and tender prey,
I honestly don't know what to do first:
Fuck you or kill you.
Kill her first.
It's all right.
Oh, please, get the fuck out of here, will you?
Clyde, what the hell are you doing here?
- I couldn't sleep. - You'd better go home.
- Who is she? - Don't know yet.
No I.D., nothing.
Look, you really should go home. Why don't I get someone to drive you?
I'm fine.
D.U.I. Is the last thing you need.
Go home to your wife.
Get as far away from this as you can.
I'll keep you posted.
We need Mrs. Blake to sign some forms.
Come on, Sadie. You don't need it that bad.
Oh, thanks a bunch.
God.
- Where are you headed? - Uh, Santa Barbara.
But, you know, anywhere north works really.
- I'm Alex. - Is that where you're from?
Uh, San Diego, but, you know,
I'm just visiting some buddies from law school
to do a little... a little partying before next semester.
You like it toasty.
That's cool.
Are you hungry?
I'm good. Thanks.
Listen, you're not a cop, are you?
Do I look like a cop?
They wish.
No no no no no. I'm just asking
'cause I, um...
I was gonna offer you some weed.
Oh, you go ahead. I don't mind.
You don't? Okay.
So, Alex, you got a wife?
No.
Any kids depending on you?
Not that I know of.
What about a girlfriend?
Nope. Not really.
What're you doing?
You heard that saying "Gas, grass or ass..."?
I've seen the bumper sticker.
Well, with me, you get all three.
Actually, I do have a girlfriend.
We all have our problems, Alex.
Okay, look, I'm gonna take one more hit before...
Okay, don't mind me.
Coming in, or are you just gonna watch?
I believe the proper term is "feast my eyes."
"Feast"? Nobody has ever called me a feast before.
I would forego all the bribes in heaven
to feast my eyes on you,
throw my arms around you and take you home.
Well, you've already got me home,
so why don't you throw a towel instead?
What time is the party tonight?
Midnight.
Mmm. And when in the world do we eat?
Don't you ever get hungry?
I eat.
So tell me about your family.
Mmm.
I don't really talk to my dad much.
My mom's remarried and she lives in Reno.
And I have a sister who was born
a minute earlier than me.
She's a real freak, though.
I was always, like, the goody two shoes
and she was very adventurous.
She'll never believe me when I tell her about you.
- How do you mean? - Come on.
A straight, single rich guy
with a sense of humor
who's hung like an Australian alligator.
Come on, Bishop, I've never met anyone like you before.
She'll think I made you up.
I bet you were an adorable virgin.
So random.
What do you even mean by that?
Did you bleed much...
your first time?
You really want to know?
Jenny, I once had a friend who said,
"Sex and murder are the only real pleasures left to man."
You're starting to freak me out.
I had you going for a second, didn't I?
I almost gave sweet Jenny indigestion there, Poe.
You should tell her she can't be too careful these days.
Rich elegant bachelors are often psychotic.
- Hmm. - True.
To Australian alligators.
The blood of Christ...
- You do have a point, though. - Which one?
About sex and murder being man's main pleasure.
Well, it certainly seems that way these days.
Not to sound reactionary.
So which one are you gonna use me for?
Mmm.
Both.
We've got to stop meeting like this, Clyde.
I'm getting closer.
Closer to getting me fired.
- Don't be an asshole. - Too late.
I tell you what: You make yourself invisible from now on
and I will keep you up to date on everything.
He may not keep you up to date.
Who knows how long it would have taken for your guys to find this John.
Yeah, point taken.
- Look, how much this means to you... - Don't.
What I meant was,
I can only imagine.
And I wish you could be part of this officially, but seeing as how you...
It's okay, Joe. I'll play ball.
But you can't go lifting evidence from my crime scene.
I sure can. I'm invisible, remember?
Oh, fuck.
Turn around slow.
Emphasis on slow.
I'll take that phone.
- Where's Bishop? - He didn't tell me.
You don't need that with me.
I'm not... not like you.
World-class understatement.
As for you being human, that's purely a technicality.
Humor me here,
how much does Bishop pay you for this?
I'll make it easy for you.
You just dropped him off somewhere.
I can't tell you. He will kill me.
He won't get the chance.
I'm an old man.
Please take mercy.
I'm fresh out just now.
He's running.
He doesn't know it's you.
He thinks a cop is after him.
What cop?
All he knows is what happened to the others.
Where is he going?
Don't take pauses because it makes me think you're lying.
I am not afraid to die.
Yeah, well, death is different now.
Daddy.
- Yeah? - You awake?
Robin Hood's had a busy night. Two more bodies.
Maybe we have a blood sample to match to.
It's a she.
Paid a late-night visit to a local drugstore,
bought supplies to dress a knife wound.
Any ideas about her destination?
We've got a parking-lot surveillance shot of a license plate.
Yeah. I got it.
Hello, Bishop.
Poe won't be checking his messages any longer.
We can discuss that if you like.
I understand you being a little raw about it.
We should meet.
I figure you should have the chance to see my face
before I kill you.
Wonton's.