Uh, yeah.
Who got the higher rating?
You blew him away.
What about that crazy motherfucker, Ted Bundy?
Oh, that crazy guy? You got the larger Nieison share.
You're big. You're huge.
What about Manson?
Manson beat you.
Well, it's pretty hard to beat the king.
Yeah. Anyway, Julle, my producer and I...
We've waited a long time to do a follow up episode on you.
And that time has definitely come.
I feel it's apparent to anyone who's hip to what's going on,
that these prison boys have thrown the Constitution...
...straight out the fucking window.
You and Mallory may be killers, but nuts? insane?!
Today they wipe clean your mind,
because they feel your actions are dangerous.
Tomorrow, they might clean my mind...
or dump me into fucking syndication,
because they feel what I say is dangerous.
Where does it all end?!
Now, I have interviews with the Prison Board,
and the psychiatrist, Emil Reingold,
and with that warden, Dwight McClusky,
and I'll tell you, Mickey, they look bad.
Now, if you give an exclusive to Wayne Gale,
we are talking a event here,
some promos on the Super Bowl.
The network will cream for it. Oh, my God!
What a great idea, Julle!
We are about nothing less...
...than television history.
The first sit-down, in-depth interview
with the most charismatic serial killer ever,
one day before he's being 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 the Maysles Brothers at Altamont.
This is the fucking Nixon/Frost interviews.
What do you say, mate?
Why in the hell are you lettln' this scumbag do this, Dwight?
Oh, relax. if I don't, we'll be excoriated in the press.
if I do, it'll be weeks before they can clear it.
Legal, appeals.
M&M are gonna be toast before that ever happens. Rlght, Jack?
Nobody's gonna give a flylng fuck about two dead losers.
Wayne: What do you say?
Deputy: Time, motherfucker.
Hey, hey... come on!
Hey, come on!
Leave him alone, he's a human being, for Christ sake!
Wait a minute... just let him answer me.
Time's running' out, mate. What's the answer?
I say, go for it.
Wayne: in any case, he says yes.
Dwight: I thought he would, but we're gonna keep contact to a minimum.
Wayne: Okay...you just give me a large room,
I'll take it from there, okay? We're stealth journalists.
if I was you, I'd worry more about the promos
that start hittin' the air next week.
You'll be a national face, Warden, a hero to the public.
- No... - it's true. Who knows...?
you could even launch a new career here.
Julle, my producer, is gonna fax you in the morning with the details.
I've gotta get back to the Rotten Apple.
I'm doing a benefit tonight for the homeless transsexual veterans.
"Dearest Mallory:
You once told me I had no feelings.
You were right, and you were 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, I pretend you're lying next to me.
I lie in my cell...
I 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, oh, 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 not just memories.
I feel that joy again."
Dr. Reingold, are they insane?
insane?
...No.
Psychotic...yes.
it's right after the Super Bowl. We've got 'em in their homes,
the game has just sucked, and they want to see this guy, Mickey.
What's he like...?
A country numb with violence...
These guys want to tear their wives' heads off!
Yeah, but some of them...
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!
...they were sexually abused as children, Dr. Reingold?
I can't imagine.
I don't think...that it's...
I would say...no.
When you suggested that I 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 be eating your lunch next season,
and I'll be there with them, 'cause 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, I don't know what you think you found,
but it's not what you think it is.
Margaret: Just tell me who Ming is.
"Ming"? There's no "Ming".
That's a fuckin' restaurant!
What do you mean going through my drawers?
I don't go through your drawers.
Davey, this looks like it was cut with a fuckin' meat cleaver.
And where's my close ups?
Now, listen... less of the shrink,
keep the teens, keep the longhairs...
I love the cop at the doughnut shop,
and I love McClusky.
Cut in on him in the middle of that horrific fuckin' laugh.
Freeze frame on him. Don't even let him answer.
Then, cut to me at the trial.
"Their subsequent trial...
turned into a sick, pathetic circus.
The nation caught Mickey and Mallory fire."
Mike Griffin is who these misguided should be revering.
Mike Jerome Griffin was killed in the line of duty...
by these suckling, degenerate bags!
We Want Mickey! We Want Mallory!
What do you think of this turnout, Mallory?
I've never had more fun in my life!
Scumbag!
Ming...Ming, first of all, slow down. Speak English.
Okay? You're paranoid.
Nah, she's not on to 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...
Number Five, may I take your order?"
What do you have to say to your fans?
You ain't seen nothin' yet.
How the hell did you let this show go live, Dwight?
Couldn't help it, just got out of hand.
Doesn't change a thing, though. Gonna move them in the morning,
just a little bit ahead of schedule, that's all.
You know, Dwight, when I do these two ratfucking douche bags,
I'll go right up there with Jack Ruby, huh?
World famous, huh?
Hall of Fame.
You'll be bigger, Jack. Lee Harvey Oswald was a pussy.
Oswald might have been a pussy, but he was a great shot.
Do you hear it, Jack?
- Hear what? - it's dead quiet.
it's dangerous when it's dead quiet.
A- hem-
Okay.
Testing, one-two-three... Wayne, don't blow this.
Hey, how goes it, brother?
Doing some hard time, huh? What'd they get you for?
Murder.
Yeah, that's a rough one, there. I'm with you.
Show time.
TV: And Dallas, your Cowboys are the Super Bowl Champions...
Rlght after the game, stay tuned for a special
"American Maniacs", on W-A-T-C-H.
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 this man insane? Or does he belong where he sent so many others-
...in the grave?
Mickey Knox, thank you for this time.
I've got a few questions to start with, if you don't mind?
Ahem-Well, that's really nice, Wayne.
Mickey Knox, when did you start thinking about killing?
Birth. I was thrown into a flaming pit of scum forgotten by God.
What do you mean by that?
I mean, I came from violence, it was in my blood.
My dad had it, his dad had it.
- it's just my fate. - Do you believe in fate, boy?
- My fate. - No one is born evil, Mickey...
it's something you learn.
What about your father? How did he die?
You were only 10 years old, and there's a lot of speculation...
I didn't kill my father, and I don't wanna talk about that shit.
Hey, hey...! Watch it, watch it-
it's all right, it's okay...
it's okay.
Go on to something else, okay?
Please, let's do.
So, tell me, how can you look at an ordinary person,
an innocent guy with kids,
and then, shoot him to death?
I mean, how can you bring yourself to do that?
innocent? Who's innocent, Wayne? You ?
I'm innocent, yes, I am. Of murder, definitely.
it's just murder, man. All of God's creatures do it,
some form or another, I mean, you look in the forest...
you got species killing other species.
Our is killin' all the 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 of people walking around out there, already dead.
Just need to be put out of their misery.
That's where I come in. Fate's messenger.
"Except a corn of wheat falleth to the ground and die,
it abideth alone. But if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit."
Oh, the theory that "everyone meets a serial killer halfway" thing?
Is that what you're saying?
The wolf don't know why he's a wolf, the deer don't know why he's a deer.
God just made it that way.
You're saying the world itself is predatory,
that when a mountain lion takes down an elk,
it's because it's the elk's time to go.
And all the b.s. liberal agenda about saving the animal herds...
only serves to overpopulate the balance of nature.
Maybe you're right, Mickey. I don't think so,
but maybe you're right. Corporate predators...
environmental predators, nuclear predators.
Life is a hunt. I've seen it. I was there.
When the hit the fan at Grenada,
I saw it all go down at Grenada.
So tell me, Mickey, any regrets?
Three weeks, 50 people killed. Not too cool, Mickey.
52, but I don't spend a lot of time with regret.
That's a wasted emotion.
Seriously, you must have some regret. Rack your brain.
Well, I wish that indian hadn't got killed.
Bad, bad, bad bad, bad!
One of your last victims.
Man had a rattlesnake sitting' in the corner.
A rattlesnake?
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, okay?
The demon lives in here. it feeds on your hate.
Cuts, kills, rapes...
it uses your weakness, your fears. Only the vicious survive.
All right, you tell 'em.
We're told we're no good pieces of shit from the time we could breathe.
After a while, you kind of become bad.
After the indian we were gonna quit killin'.
The old man took it out of us.
- What happened? - it was just a mistake, you know...
Man was tryin' to help us, you know, pet us.
Same dream I've had since I was a kid, I guess.
I was just runnin' with the animals in the darkness.
Mr. Rabbit, bloody fangs,
Christmas hat...
little, uh...
madness going on and I don't know, we're just runnin'...
and I'm just...
I'm Mr. Rabbit. I'm eating' every other animal in the forest.
Death, just-death kinda becomes what you are.
After a while, you begin to like it.
You know about realization? I mean, all this, is just illusion.
Mr. Rabbit says, "the moment of realization...
the moment of realization... is worth...
a thousand prayers."
You're crazy, mate.
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...Mal.
That's your shadow on the wall, you know.
You can't get rid of your shadow, can you, Wayne?
Now, you know, the only thing that kills a demon?
Love.
That's why I know Mallory's my salvation.
She was teaching me how to love.
Mallory: I forgive you, baby.
Yeah, it was just like... being in the Garden of Eden.
"Only love... can kill the demon."
Hold that thought.
Are these guys in your eye line? I'm sorry, man.
You want some powder? Do you want some powder?
Rise and shine, Mallory. Turn around and face the wall.
Relax, fellas. We wanna have a little talk, is all.
Mr. Scagnetti, don't get close to her. She'll kill you.
One way or the other, she'll kill you.
Relax. Read my book, okay? I've met women who were crocodiles,
but this little lady...
I think she's got a sweet streak for me.
Here, y'all take that. it's okay. Come on.
- Sir, we're not allowed. - That's okay. Come on.
it's okay, guys.
Smoke?
I know you smoke.
I'm not here to hurt you, Mallory.
I want to be your friend, okay?
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? Huh?
Remember?
What I want you to do is close your eyes...
and remember the last time ol' Mickey gave you the high hard one.
Thinking' about it?
Don't forget it, 'cause it's never gonna happen again.
When they get through with all that electroshock shit
they got lined up for that cocksucker,
ol' Mickey ain't gonna be worth a shit.
- And was it really worth it? - Was what worth it?
Was massacring all those people worth being separated
from your love for the rest of your life?
You mean, was an instant of my purity worth a lifetime of your lies?
Please explain, where is the purity that you couldn't live without
in the 52 people who are no longer on this planet,
because they met you and Mallory!?
What's so pure about that? How do you do it?
You'll never understand. You and me, we're not even the same species.
I used to be you, then I evolved.
From where you're standing, you're a man.
From where I'm standing, you're an ape.
You're not even an ape, you're a media person.
Media's like the weather, only its man made weather.
Murder? it's pure.
You're the one that made it impure.
You're buyin' and sellin' 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 Christ sake, why? Don't lie to me!
I guess, Wayne, you gotta hold that ol' 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.
And what's that, Mickey?
Shit, man...
I'm a natural born killer.
Julie: And...commercial. Two minutes, guys.
Did you get that?
inmate: All right, Mickey!
Great. Great, man.
Hello, Wurlitzer here.
Guard: We got a riot in B wing.
Oh, shit.
Thanks.
Every fuckin' moron in the world just saw that, mate.
Leroy: Warden, we got a riot going on and it's out of control.
- We need help. - God Almighty, shitfire! Where at?
in the rec room, B wing.
We're outmanned already. We need help.
All right. You mobilize the men, I'm on my way.
Mr. Gale, close them cameras down. We got a riot in B wing.
Just a sec, we have to finish. We're live-!
You sure as hell are finished! They got guns, hostages, explosives.
Close that camera down, now! Turn 'em off!
We'll never get this chance again! We'll be famous!
You stay here and shut up. I gotta find out what's going on
before I can let you film anywhere.
The whole world is watching! We'll never get this chance again!
This asshole is trying to tell me what I'm gonna do in my jail!
Fuck him! This fuck don't know what he's dealing with,
but we do. 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 out with Bobby, but you got to take little Johnny."
Sister goes, "Okay."
So they go, they come back,
Mother grabs little Johnny aside, says, "All right, now...
what happened?" Little Johnny can't talk.
Mother says, "They went to the drive-in,
I know that, what happened then?"
Little Johnny goes...
"Oh, they were kissing'! What else?"
You heard this one?
"What else?"
Little Johnny goes...
"He felt her up?
Well..."
Little Johnny goes...
"They took off their clothes?"
"Well, what else?"
Little Johnny goes...
"They did that? What the hell were you doin'?"
Little Johnny goes...
"Little Johnny, no!"
Oh...shit!
Drop it!
The gun, goddamn it!
Smart move. Okay, empty the shells.
Hurry it up!
Everybody, raise your hands!
You think you're gettin' out of here, boy?
They're gonna mop you up. They're gonna put you in a bucket.
Kavanaugh, you're the law. I'm the law breaker.
Oh, you motherfucker!
Wayne, where are you?
Hey, I'm all right, man. I'm okay, I'm okay.
All right, new friend. Get your camera.
Where's Roger?
I'm right here.
- Where's Scotty? - He's hit. I think he's dead.
Aw, shit.
Put the shells on the table!
Drop your belt!
Hands behind your head!
- Got that camera going yet? - They're both shot to shit.
- Well, that's too bad for you- - N-no, wait!
I got a shoulder pack with remote Beta on it.
- I can get an image off of that. - Very innovative.
Put it on your shoulder. Let's go.
We're gonna play "Follow the Leader'. Everybody follow me out.
One big, happy family. Shooting everything I do.
Kavanaugh, get up!
Take me to Mallory's cell, and you hope she's in one place.
Everybody, get behind Kavanaugh. Press up against his back.
Let's go! Young lady, you want to come along with us?
Come on, darlin', get up. Go, go, go! Come on.
You got the keys?
Come on, hustle it!
Stay with me!
Come on, assholes!
That's my camera, you motherfucker!
Come on, stick together!
Oh, 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 pretty bad things myself.
I killed somebody.
No shit.
Anyway...
You know what I think about?
Sex.
Fuckin'.
I think about hands on my tits.
And I think about flesh...
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.
Oh, you're so specific.
Squeeze it-
You like a little bit of pain?
Harder...ow!
How sexy am I now, fucker?
You stupid dick!
Aw, shit! Shit! Carl, what happened?
Jack: You whore!
Mallory: You want a sexy little whore?!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Fucking bitch broke my fucking nose! Give me that gun!
I'll kill you! I'll fuckin' kill you!
- Whoa! No gun! Put it away! - Give me your fucking mace!
You fucking whore! So, you wanna play, bitch?
You want some? How about this?
Get down!
I told you I liked you!
And now, a special report from Channel Six News.
We're on the air...! Are we on?
Good afternoon, I'm Antonia Chavez...
this is a WATCH special report.
I'm being told that we're taking you live to Batongo Penitentiary,
where Wayne Gale continues his interrupted interview
in the middle of a full scale riot.
Wayne, can you hear me? Wayne, tell us what's happening.
Are you safe?
This is Wayne Gale, resuming live from Batongovllle,
where you can tell by the blood and carnage around me,
that the final chapter in the book...
called, "Mickey and Mallory", has yet to be written!
Are you in danger, Wayne? Can you tell us, are you in danger?
War has broken out here unlike anything I've ever seen!
Batongo will stand alongside-
Antonia: What's happening, Wayne?
Batongo...Batongo...
Batongo, Batongo! in Batongovllle!
I thought you liked me!
Hey, Jack... Mickey's back!
Jack: Drop the shotgun!
Looks like we got us a Mexican standoff.
We've had this date from the beginning, huh, Mickey?
Now, slide that shotgun over here.
Put your hands behind your head and your forehead on the floor!
Or-what? You'll wound me?
I could blow you in half, and you know it.
I never wounded anything in my life!
I got you locked right between the eyes, Mickey!
I've had you locked from the jump, you phony!
You got me locked, you take your shot.
Okay, Jack. You win.
Oh, baby!
Wayne: Ladles and gentlemen, this kiss...
...has been a year in the coming.
They're doing something everyone said they would never do again.
At this moment, they are the only two people on earth.
Wayne: Shut up, Jack!
You're losing your touch, Jack.
I was out of shells.
You still like me now, Jack?
Die!
- What's this? - The list of prisoners!
What the fuck do I want that for? I asked for a list of hostages!
Hostages? How am I supposed to know?
Just get it. Do I have to do everything?
I'm working on it!
All right...Jesus Christ.
What are those guys right there?
Track it, track it! Close one, two, three again.
- Still jammed open, sir. - Well, jam 'em shut!
- There's a fire at Five Six North. - I can see the goddamn fire!
The psych unit looks like a zoo, informants are being tortured-
TV: Hey Mabel, come here. Look at this.
Warden!
- Yes, what is it, Natapundi? - Napalatoni.
I don't care what your fuckin' name is!
Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose.
Scagnetti's dead!
And-we'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.
Man: Come on.
Come on, Mickey.
This way.
Mickey: Who are you?
My name's Owen.
What the hell 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.
Follow me.
Let's go, Kavanaugh.
Owen: Follow me.
Now we're in B wing. Where we goin,' Owen?
Out...through... down.
Hold up!
Okay, Kavanaugh...
Don't shoot!
Motherfuckers!
How you doin', Wayne?
I'm fuckin' great!
You got the feelin'?
I'm alive for the first fuckin' time in my life.
Thanks to Mickey!
Let's kill all these motherfuckers!
- Gimme that. - Why?
You're not centered, Wayne.
Here, shoot with this.
Okay, let's go. Kavanaugh, stop slackin' off.
End of the line, Knox. Drop 'em.
One move, and he's dead!
He's already dead, dickweed!
You got shit!
Fire!
Back off!
I'll blast him! Back off!
Shut up, Gale, you prick!
Mickey, Mallory, just let me say-
Put your hand up!
You see?
Now shut up!
Mickey, I made a place. Come, come!
Let's go, Mal!
60 seconds, and I'm coming up!
Mickey: Think, think, think...
Fuck.
Yes...?
Hello, Margaret.
How you doin', Mal?
I'm all right.
You done good, baby.
Thank you.
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 comin' home.
Don't you get it? I'm alive,
for the first fucking 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, Wayne. You do a lot of good for people.
The fuckin' jail is exposed, and you're dealing with these two...
when we've got more important things to do!
These two-these are the ones, they die today, you hear me, Sparky?
I'm gonna wipe that 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 back to our cells.
Let's go out there, and run down the stairs,
and go out in a hall of bullets.
And then we'll die,
and then we'll really be free.
That's poetry.
But we'll do that when all else falls.
I just left her. That's right.
Put a bottle of Dom on ice, and get some Ecstasy,
I'm gonna come over tonight, and put a hot pepper up your arse...
Ming: No, you're not.
I love you, Ming...Ming...?
Ming!
Duncan-Duncan, hold this.
Are you married?
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die-
That wasn't the question. Are you married?
Yes, I'm married.
- Do you have children? - I have a boy...and a girl-
- I don't wanna die... - Mal, could you come here, please?
The only way we're gonna get out that front door,
is if they don't wanna kill you two more than they wanna kill us.
Respected Journalist!
Hold that.
Duncan-Duncan Homolka, Wayne Gale.
You wanted 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 Murrow
and the Golden Globe Award, to name a few!
I have been shot, you are on camera!
We are live. if anybody tries to fuck up our escape,
I will make it my life's mission,
to put Dwight McClusky out of commission!
I will do expose after expose, revealing the inhumanity,
the brutality of the conditions that exist here.
You! Back up, back up!
My name is Wayne Gale! I am the star of "American Maniacs"-!
You're all on camera! We are live!
Just how far do you think you're gonna get?
Mickey: Rlght out the front door.
That will never happen.
it is happening.
My name is Wayne Gale! I am a friend of Bill Clinton's!
if anybody puts me in danger-
You open that gate!
My name is Wayne Gale-!
I will personally hunt you down...
blow the head off your fucking whore wife...
and plant your sick ass into 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.
Mallory: Look back up, that was good!
Mickey Knox's plan worked; we walked out the front...
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 the back.
Mickey: Show 'em your ear.
Aghh!
Oh, my God, that is so gross!
Why helicopters were not deployed, I don't know.
My only thought is, it all happened too fast for arrangements to be made.
- Wayne? - We've pulled up alongside the road...
to do this interview. Tensions run high as we-
We ain't got all fuckin' day.
So without any further ado, Mickey and Mallory.
So, Mallory, after Mickey's incredible rescue, what did you think next?
I was just wondering' how long it would be...
until me and Mickey could be alone together,
and if I could wait that long.
So...did you have anything to do with the riot?
We didn't have nothin' to do with that riot.
That was... whatchamacallem...?
- Faked? - Faked.
They wanna say we masterminded the whole fuckin' thing.
Let 'em. it's not like it's gonna keep us up at night.
But the truth is, it was...
fate.
Ah, yes. Faked it was.
And 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?
Well, I'm thinkin' we can lay in a big king-size bed,
and sleep for about two days,
and I've been thinkin' about motherhood.
So, I think me and Mickey are gonna get started on that,
as quickly as possible.
Gotta go.
How do you two intend to disappear?
You're probably the most famous couple in America.
There is that underground railroad-
Okay, end of the interview.
Let me just swing the camera around,
and do my wrap up, and we're off.
Oh, we're gonna do a little wrap up all right, Wayne.
But it won't be you in the camera, lookin' dumb and actln' stupid.
instead, you're gonna be starin' down the barrels of our shotguns,
and we're blowin' your brains all over that tree back there.
Wait, wait! Time! Cut, cut, cut!
That's a fuckin' joke, right?
I thought during this whole escape thing...
a bond had built between us.
No, not really. You're scum, Wayne.
You did it for ratings. You don't give a shit about us,
or about anybody except yourself.
That's why nobody gave a shit about you,
that's why- "helicopters were not deployed".
Wait a minute, you fuckin' hypocrite. What about the indian?
You said you were done with killing, you said, "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, Wayne.
Don't fuckin' kill me.
This is not about you, you egomaniac. I kinda like you.
But if we let you go, we'd be just like everybody else.
Killin' you, and what you represent, is...
a statement.
I'm not 100% sure exactly what it's sayin',
but Frankenstein killed Dr. Frankenstein...
Mickey: Wayne...?
Have some dignity.
All right, so I'm a parasite. So what?
Life is cruel, no one said it was gonna be easy.
But don't you two kill! You belong to us!
To the public, to the media!
That's how it is, and we are married, mate!
And the point is, what do we do next?
I say, we do a Salman Rushdie-type thing.
Books, talk shows...
we lay low, we jump up, we bob and weave,
we do Oprah, we do Donahue,
do you have any idea how huge we could be?
Let's make a little music, Colorado.
Wait, wait, wait!
Don't Mickey and Mallory leave somebody alive to tell the tale?
We are... Your camera.
Okay.
I'm gonna miss him.
- Come on, let's go. - Okay, baby.
Antonia: Can we hear him?
I can't hear him. I'm not getting anything off this.
Oh, my God.
in other news, a wedding reception turned into a nightmare...
...My dad.
People...
...because it would end in sex. That's all I thought about.
He punched me, he slapped me again,
I just wanna say...
you know, can we-
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