Feed Me (2022) - full transcript

(Playful whistling)

♪ Well, I had a friend who was
always blue ♪

♪ so I cooked him up
a lil' barbeque. ♪

♪ Then the boy turned round,
said he wanna go home, ♪

♪ but my ol' momma said
I can't let him go. ♪

♪ Get him through the door, ♪

♪ Pin him on the floor, ♪

♪ Bought me in a stray, ♪

♪ He'll never get away. ♪

♪ Gonna feed me up a
lil' poor, lost soul, ♪

♪ Then I'll lock away the boy
before the pigs come call. ♪



(Playful whistling)

(Police Radio chatter)

(Knocking)

Police!

Anybody home?

Hey, it's me.

Look, I know you just
wanted some space,

but don't you think
this has just gone on too far?

(Knocking)

Mrs Freeman? It's the Police.

We're just here to check
if you're OK, madame.

I am so sorry about how
I left things the other night.

I didn't mean for those things
to come out the way they did,
but they...

They just did.



Sarge.

CAD 9619, foul odour coming
from inside of the property.

We're gonna be putting this
door in under section 17,

if you can update
the CAD please?

(Radio) Received. Go ahead.

We can get through it together,
we've done it before and we can
do it again.

Please, I am begging you, Liv.

Just let me in.

(Door breaks)

Oh, Jesus

(Coughing)

(Answer machine) Last month,
I wish I'd just given you
the biggest hug

and told you that everything was
gonna be alright.

What I would do to just...

hold you again.

(Coughing)

(Answer machine) I don't
wanna be separated anymore.

(Answer machine) And I know that
you're not answering my calls
right now, but...

(Answer machine) I'm gonna swing
by tomorrow morning, and then...

(Answer machine) All I ask is
that just you and me can talk
in person.

Please, Liv, I am begging you.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

(Answer machine) It's just dull.

(Officer coughs)

(Answer machine) And you
are the love of my life

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hopefully.

I love you.

(Flies buzzing)

(The Officers cough and gag)

(Loud knocking)

(Loud knocking)

(Somber music)

Thank you all for coming today.

I know Liv would be...

...astonished just to see this
many people in one room for her.

And I take it you all...

...Understood, in some way.

The more you knew Liv,

the more she would
push you away.

You're not hungry?

I ate something before.

-Please, Liv, let's just not do
this. -I'm not hungry.

If you just let me come home.

Jed, we spoke
about that. Please.

-But you were doing so well. If
I just... -STOP IT!

-I said we'd spoken
about that, OK?

-I'm trying to help you here.

Just help yourself.

I'm fine.

You're not fine, Liv.

I need more time.

I'm sorry.

Every day that we had together,
I would see...

happiness

kindness.

Beauty.

But when she looked in
the mirror she would see
something...

...Something different.

She would say to me "How can
you love something so ugly?"

And she would judge
me for loving her.

I tried so hard to fix her.

I tried so fucking hard!

(Scuffling)

Hey, buddy.
Can I get you a drink?

Who are you?

Lionel Flack.

Entrepreneur and
confidant of many.

A man of many talents.

Friends call me Lie.

See, uh

where I'm from,

a couple of blocks away
was this, uh

discount store.

Sold all sorts of shit.

But the only glasses they ever
sold were these, uh

cheap champagne
flutes

which was convenient though
because my Momma,

God rest her
soul,

had a love / hate relationship
with champagne of all things.

Now, here's the
interesting part.

Your average cup-

-Average cup?

Highball, Demitasse,
Collins glass. Whatever.

I realised that nothing fulfils
or quenches ones thirst

the same way as a
champagne flute does.

Whatever the beverage.

Fruit juices in particular,
especially when chilled.

(Lionel chuckles)

(Gulping)

(He gasps)

By the way

that eulogy,

Oscar worthy, truly.
I admire that.

What is it that
you want, Lionel?

Firstly, to explain myself.

You see, I'm an avid
fan of obituaries.

I read them every day.

I started going to funerals and
it's there that I found my
peace.

-You should try it sometime.

-Thanks, but I've got
other plans.

Such as?

Well, let's just say life didn't
deal me the greatest hand.

You know, I've played my cards
and I am done.

Thanks for the drink.

(Ominous music)

All that weight you're carrying,

what if I said I could
take it all away?

All of it.

Nice meeting you, Lionel.

(Jed sobbing)

This afternoon, at lunch.

I never asked how you were.

So,

how are you?

I'm fine.

Are you ok?

No.

Please just talk to me.

Like you could understand.

Are you mad?

You know exactly what
I went through with my dad,

so don't tell me that I don't
understand people like you.

People like me?

Yes. Damaged, silently
screaming out for help,

knowing full well that the
people who can actually help you

can't do a fucking thing.

And why is that?

Because you won't let them!

And we do the same old dance,
over and over and over again

until eventually you'll
keel over and fucking die.

You keel over and die.

I want you gone.

As you wish.

(Sobbing)

Oh, fucking, God.

(Sobbing)

Hey...

(Lionel chewing loudly)

Is this Lionel?

(Chewing continues)

Yeah.

Its, erm.

It's Jed, from the pub.

(Lionel chuckles)

What can I do for you, Jed?

God, I don't even
know why I'm calling.

I...

Erm-

-I think you know exactly
why you're calling me, Jed.

Will you help me?

Do you know what I do, Jed?

Assisted suicide.

Jed

Listen to me.

You're a good man.

But when you see her again,
and you will see her again,

you have got to radiate
happiness, brother.

Now, I promise you that
by the end of our journey,

you'll be lying in a
state of total bliss,

with so much unconditional love
for yourself that you'll be
laughing

all the way to the
pearly white gates.

Just tell me how it works.

Well, how did she die?

It was a...

An eating disorder.

Bulimia most of her life.

Her stomach ruptured

she blacked out,

and her heart just...

...stopped.

She starved herself
to death and...

...she was eaten
from the inside out.

How about the outside in?

What do you mean?

Jed, have you heard
of the Yiurkun tribe?

They are a collective
of enlightened individuals

that bask in a state
of permanent euphoria.

Now, this is achieved by way
of consensual human consumption.

A direct connection with
the universe, Herself.

Wait, wait, wait.

So what are you saying?-

-It just so happens, Jed,
that I share the same taste

for both She

and my fellow man.

So...

you wanna eat me?

That is exactly what I'm saying.

That is sacrifice, Jed.

That is selflessness.

That, my friend, is the most
heroic end of one chapter

before the next begins.

It's wonderfully
poetic, is it not?

It's a lot to take in.

Well, hows about I let
you sleep on it, Jed?

And when you decide to proceed,

I'll be back at Graham's Bar
from 6pm tomorrow.

(Phone slams down)

(Erupting applause)

(Flies buzzing)

I'm not hungry.

(Phone ringing)

Yeah?

(Jed) I'll do it.

(Jed) I'm in.

(Gentle rain pattering)

No ducks here.

Sorry, what?

Uh, this pond has no ducks.

Oh no, I know.
I'm here for the fish.

I know, sounds crazy, right?

I'm Alex.

Oops! Sorry. (Laughs nervously)

Lionel.

So, do you have any of your own?

Erm, no.

Too high maintenance for me.

They are literally the most low
maintenance pet one could have.

Fresh water fish are the largest
proportion of pets owned
across the US.

And they are proven to lower
blood pressure and heart rate.

Thus, relieving stress for
maintaining a better quality
of life.

You do this for a
living, you sell them?

No.

I'm just saying they're good for
maintaining equilibrium, is all.

So, you think I'm unbalanced?

Do you think you're unbalanced?

(Alex laughs)

Do you know what?
I'll make you a deal.

I'll give you a chance to
convince me to get one of those

tank thingies, if you

pop by and try my
signature cappuccino?

You know what?
You have yourself a deal.

But I have some business now
I need to attend to today
though, so.

Wait! Have you got a
number I can call you on?

That's me.

I gotta run though.

Nice to meet you!

Nice to meet you too Lionel...

...Flack.

(Alex chuckles)

Howdy, brother.

I was not expecting you
for another thirteen minutes.

Well, in the spirit
of turning the page.

Jed,

over the course of our time
together, my job is to make sure
you are happy.

And at any point you're in pain
or in discomfort,

you just need to let me know.

So, do you eat normal
food or just-

Kettle corn.

Here you go guys.
You ready to order?

Thank you very much
but he's not hungry.

The bill, please.

Have a read of that

and sign and date at the bottom.

I trust you Jed,
but I need your full consent.

"Termination and disposal
upon breach of contract?"

If you change your mind, Jed,
I need to protect myself.

I want you gone.

L'Chaim!

L'CHAIM!

Welcome to the
afterlife, brother.

Now, let's get you reunited with
that smoking hot wife of yours.

Cell phone, please.

Would you, uh.
Would you mind?

Casa del Lie!

Step one for a pain-free
first procedure.

Drink.

OK.

Attaboy.

Living room.

Bermuda.

Huh?

My fish, Bermuda.

Do you live alone?

Yep.

What's through there?

Storage.

Theres... There's that.

Right. Now, uh.

Put this on, freshen up and
meet me back in the living room.

Oh, and have an amuse bouche.

(Crunching)

You take photos?

Yessiree bob.

Big time hobby of mine
alongside the day job.

Check it out.

See, when my step daddy left,

my Momma encouraged me
to pursue photography.

She always said
I was the artist of the family.

And I guess I found myself
walking down the old, uh,

life modeling road, and

You know, I kind of had a knack
for erotica and abstract
exoticism, really.

So, who is she?

My Momma.

(Jed gasps)

(Wretching)

I'm so sorry!

That's fine, erm.
He'll be fine.

You can clean that out
in the morning for me, Jed.

Take a seat.

(Jed groans)

Careful of that
one, she's loose.

Bare with me, Jed.

Step two.

What's step three?

Step three...

OK.

What are you doing?

What's best.

What's that now?

Nothing.

There we go.

How does that feel?

I can't feel a thing.

Good.

You ready?

(Bones crunching)

(Jed gasps)

(Hissing)

(Jed shrieks)

(Sizzling)

How do you feel?

Lighter.

Attaboy.

Proud of you.

Well, I think that's
it for this evening.

I'm beat!

Huh?

Sweet dreams, pal.

(Sobbing)

(Wretching)

Lionel?

Lionel?

Hey! Come in.

Fuck!

I don't eat...
.

milk.

It's almond.

Mmm.

Sorry, buddy.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

What would you do if
you found out that

somebody wanted to leave before
they were supposed to?

I don't know, to be honest.

I've always been really good
to my employees.

I guess you'd call it
a breach of notice.

Or a breach of contract.

Hmm.

What's wrong, Lionel?

Hm?

Well, it's my roommate.

We're friends, and last night
we took it to the next level.

And after that, I'd definitely
say that we're closer.

So there's this undeniable level
of spiritual trust

and understanding, you see?

And I worked so hard to get him
to bare his soul to me,
and I reciprocated.

And after all that was done,
we went to bed.

And in the morning,
I got up and found out that

the son of a bitch
had almost left me

in the middle of
the goddamn night!

What?

I think you should speak to him.

Tell him how you really feel.

Yeah.

You know what?
I think I will.

Hey, Lionel!

Don't be ashamed of what you
are. We all like what we like.

Hmm.

Oh, hey.

I don't suppose you want
a selection of lamps, do you?

Erm, no.

(Lionel scoffs)

Lionel?

Fuck!

What's that now?

Just erm, checking on Bermuna.

Bermuda.

Have a seat, Jed.

OK. Hold on, hold on.

Here. Kettle corn.

Look, I just felt bad

and I just wanted to let
you know that I'm sorry, OK?

And I am sorry.

I just hope you know
that I didn't mean
to upset you, Lionel-

-LIE.

-I just. I feel terrible!
-Jed.

This is not the way, buddy.

What happened?

Honestly, I just thought
all of this would have gone
down a lot...

quicker.

I kind of just want
it over with now.

Well,

(Clears throat)

in the spirit of
speading things up,

Go ahead,

lay out your arm.

Two more days, tops. OK?

Are you ready?

No!

Yes.

Whoa whoa whoa,
STOP, STOP, FUCK!

STOP, STOP, STOP, IT'S NOT
SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HURT!

FUCK!

(Screaming)

FUCK! LIONEL, STOP IT!

WHAT'S THAT NOW?

FUCK!

(Jed shrieks)

FUCK, LIONEL. STOP!

I CAN'T STOP, JED!

I NEED TO REMOVE THE
ARM TO CAUTERIZE IT!

(Screaming)

CAD 7842. Mr Lionel Flack.

Triple one alpha Quilter House.

Sierra, echo, two, five, one,
hotel, zulu.

A Mrs Mary Huggins reported
screams coming from within
the property.

Yeah, received and en route.

(Jed screams)

OH, GOD!

FUCK, LIONEL. STOP!

(Screaming)

TAKE YOUR PILLS, YOU SHIT.

HOLD ON, JED!

(Jed whimpering)

(Jed shrieks)

Drink this.

Drink this.

Drink that, buddy.

There you are.

Got some more, here you are.

Yeah, buddy.

I NEED TO FINISH, JED!

(Screaming)

NEARLY THERE!

FUCK! PLEASE HURRY THE FUCK UP!

I'M ALMOST THERE, YOU SHIT!

PLEASE!

(Flesh tearing)

OH, GOD!

FUCK! STOP! STOP! STOP!

HURRY THE FUCK UP!

PLEASE!

(Lionel panting)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY!

(Hissing)

That's my boy.

That's my baby!

(Lionel chuckles)

You're gonna be one crispy
little piece of shit.

Mmm.

(British accent)
Well, fuck me, you taste great.

You are what you eat, Jed.

We're top of the food chain.

And if we are what we eat,

then why would we want to be
anything less than human?

And I want that reflection.

(He whimpers)

(Knocking)

Hello, this is the Police.
Can you open up please?

Are you Mr Lionel Flack, sir?

Come again?

Are you Lionel Flack?

Yes ma'am.

What can I do for you?

Would you mind if we
come in for a moment?

Erm.

Sure.

Come on in.

What's this all about, officers?

We are sorry to be
bothering you so late, sir,

but we've been anonymously
alerted of a cause for concern

regarding a noise complaint.

Well, look at me.

I'm fine.

No cause for concern here.

Do you live alone, Mr Flack?

Sorry?

Do you live alone?

Yes ma'am, I do.

So there's nobody else here
that can account for
the reported screaming?

Screaming?

Listen...

if you're anonymous call
came from downstairs,

then I can tell you now that she
has had it in for me since day
one.

Everything is fine,
and as it happens,

Everything is fine,
and as it happens, I was about
to turn in for the night.

But I did watch a movie earlier
and I'm hard of hearing,
see? So,

that's probably what it was.

Fair enough.

Well, if we can just keep
the noise down and we can keep
the peace, yeah?

Absolutely, ma'am.

Can I use your loo?

-What's that now?
-The bathroom.

Uh

Sure.

Yeah.

Last door on the right.

So, you're American, huh?

Yessir, born and raised.

Texas?

I travelled around a lot.

I thought you said
you were going to bed?

I am

and this is my home...

and I can clean up
whenever I see fit,
thank you Mr kind officer, sir.

What is it?

That is a

mild veal,

with a raspberry coulis,

straight from the Captain's
quarters of the Cutty Sark.

(Laughing nervously)

Fuck me, come on, Sarge.

This is the best veal
I have ever tasted.

No, honestly, you
have to try it.

You have to.

This is not veal.

This is Michelin Star veal.

What do you do, Mr
Flake, are you a chef?

It's 'Flack'.

and I own a boating company.

You're in the wrong
profession, mate.

Duly noted.

Thank you for your time, love.

Apologies for the... Well,
disturbing your evening and...

Yep (giggles).

That's really good.

Let me get that for you.

All the best, mate.

You take care, now.

Aww, you too Mr Flack-

(Door slams)

What happened to your arm?

You.

Lie?

Lionels?

You OK?

(Grunting)

Could be better.

Forgive me Jed, but-

I look at somebody like you,

and you did it all, man.

You met a girl, you fell in
love, you got married, man.

You went the whole nine yards.

What's your fucking secret, man?

I guess the secret is
to have no secrets.

Goddamn it.

Yeah, you have a pretty
big fucking secret, Lionel.

I know, yeah.

I mean, there's nothing more
beautiful than a man's

relationship with his food.

I mean, in moderation.

Well, how about love?

You know, trusting and
loving oneself enough

to not even think twice about
what the other person feels
about you.

You know, 'radiating
happiness'.

Right?

Touché, Jed.

(Glasses clink)

Touché.

So, is there a Mrs
Flack in the running?

I barely introduced myself
to the last one.

She lost her head
and went cold on me.

Go and get your camera for me.

Huh?

I'm gonna find you a girl.

Or a guy-

Or a guy-
-A girl.

Well, go and get it then.

(And then we pose)

-Whoa whoa whoa, what are you
doing? -What?

Unless you want a dick pic
as your profile picture,

I suggest you go and get
your best get-up on.

Well, what is that?

Well, how the fuck am I-

(Jed groans)

Just be yourself.

(Pose)

You can do better
than that, mate.

Come on. No. No. No. No.

Find something else.

What the fuck is that?

-No?
-Oh, for the love of God.

OK, look.

Go into my duffle
bag, the grey one.

In there, you'll find
a blue polo neck.

Put that on.

Tell you what, lose
the glasses for me.

Eh, good enough.

(Camera clicks)

Let's get one of you and me.

(Jed groans)

(Camera clicks)

Tomorrow's a big day, brother.

I need you to get some sleep
and be clear headed, OK?

I'm on it.

Attaboy.

(Ominous music)

(Footsteps approaching)

Rise and shine city slicker!

Meet me in the living room
in five minutes.

We're going out.

(Door slams)

(Jed groans)

(Phone ringing)

Flack!

You forgot your fish tin.

Who is this?

It's Alex.

Oh! (chuckles nervously)

So, erm, did you tell him?

Did I tell who what?

Your boyfriend. Did you tell
him how you feel about him?

Alex, I'm not gay.

You're not?

No, I... I think you
misunderstood me.

In fact, I think we both
misunderstood each other,

if I'm honest.

I'm so confused right now.

Can I take you out
for dinner tonight?

What? Like a-

-like a date?

Yeah, Lionel. Like a date.

Huh.

Well, I'll be damned.

Yeah! Hows about 6pm tonight
at Geeman's Lair?

That sounds perfect.

See you tonight?

Lionel?

Yeah. Erm. Six.

Six you tonight!

(Phone beeps)

Love you.

Where are we going?

Get in the chair.

So, how far is it?

Now, with your whistles,
I need you all to show me

what to do in the
event of an emergency.

(He blows his whistle)

(They all blow their whistles)

Excellent!

Now, let's hit the water.

You guys, single file onto the
boat, and Jed, you're with me.

Hey! Come here, now.

What?

Well, look at them.

You know, they've been dealt
the worst hand in the world,

yet their just happy.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I want that.

I guess you don't know what you
have until it's actually gone.

Jed

you've got me.

Yeah, great.

BOYS AND GIRLS, LISTEN UP!

Fuck. Lionel, what the fuck?

There comes a time
in every man's life

where he unexpectedly finds
himself in a hole.

Of course, the man usually has
a good woman

or a FRIEND...

...to pull himself
out of the hole

before it fills up with horse
shit and he's left to die.

He's alone.

Abandoned.

Ain't nobody but
himself to save himself.

SURVIVAL ONE 'O' FUCKING ONE!

(GUNSHOT)

-Lionel, what the fuck?
-WHOO!

You're gonna kill them!

Oh, they know what to do.

They're frightened!

You're just gonna let them
drown, we have to save them!

THEY KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO!

LIONEL!

Is this everything you thought
it would be?

(Ominous music)

(Pulsing)

(Thunderous clap)
(Rain thudding)

Wake up.

(Spluttering)

(Coughing)

Get ready.

Get up.

That was cruel.

What's that now?

I SAID YOU WERE FUCKING CRUEL.

Oh, I was never
gonna kill them, Jed.

I saw you.

I watched you while I was down
there. You just stood there
and watched.

You left me there to die and
you loved every second of it.

That's what you wanted
though, right? Is it not?

To die? YOU CAME
HERE TO DIE, JED.

No. I am done, Lionel.

I'm out.
I'm going home.

You are bound by a contract.

FUCK YOUR CONTRACT!

I see you now.

And what do you see?

A sad, scared, lonely little boy

who just wants
his fucking mommy.

You're nothing more
than a predator,

consuming everything
that you wish you could be.

And underneath that...

A child

starved of love.

You feed off the weak, Lionel.
You are a coward.

Say that again.

I dare you.

You... are...

a FUCKING COWARD.

FUCK!

Now,

some cultures believe
that torturing the animal alive

improves the taste
and the quality of the meat.

That's why today, I'm gonna
give you something new.

Although you won't be
able to move an inch,

the anesthetic properties
are not so great.

YOU ARE GONNA FEEL EVERY
LAST FUCKING BIT OF THIS!

(Jed shrieks)

(Thumping)

(Sadistic laughing)

You need some time to cool off
and think about your goddamn
actions.

(Door slams and locks)

(Illegible murmering)

(Glass smashing)

(Clambering)

It's shit.

It's shit.

(Lionel sobs)

(Bellowing screams)

(Smashing)

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU!

(Phone ringing)

YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT

(He screams)

(Phone ringing)

(Machine beeps)

(Alex) Hey you.

(Alex) I just wanted to say
that I'm really looking forward
to dinner and erm,

(Alex) yeah I love that place.

(Illegible murmering)

(Alex) I'm really sorry
that I got the wrong-

-end of the stick the other day.

(Alex) I'm such an idiot
sometimes.

(Alex) Actually, all the time,
but yeah, you'll find that out
on your own.

(Alex) Anyway, yeah.
I'll see you tonight at six.

(Alex) Yeah, really looking
forward to it.

(Alex) I already said that,
but OK.

(Alex) Yeah, bye. See you.

(Machine beeps)

FUCK YOU.

(Grunting)

(Illegible murmering)

It's cold on there.

(Illegible murmering)

(Panting)

Are you ready to order, love?

I'm still waiting for my-

-Oh I'm so sorry I'm late.
So sorry.

No worries, I'll give
you guys a moment.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hi-
-Hi

(Nervous laughter)

I told him, I said, look buddy,
I've known you for like
forever, and-

-I put you up, and I've given
you the clothes off my back,
and-

-Hell, I've practically been
to hell and back with you.

And I just said "just
talk to me, man".

And what did he say?

He didn't.

They found him by her
grave stone the next day.

Oh my God, Lionel I'm so sorry.

That must've been
really hard for you.

(They both giggle)

How about we finish up here

and head to my
place for dessert?

(Nervous laughter)

Well, if you are.

Tastes so much
better, doesn't it?

Mmm, I know it does.

So, erm. Now that manners
are out the window...

Are you into anything weird?

Like what?

Erm.

Sexual or-

-Oh, no. No, not neccesarily.

As an example,

When I go to the supermarket,

I get this urge to take
things off the shelve

and put them in other
people's baskets.

I find it really hilarious.

That kind of stuff.

OK, OK. So I, erm.

Hmm

I like to peel soap.

Oh, that's a really good one.

I like skin.

Crispy chicken skin?

I know what you mean.

I absolutely love chicken skin.

Anyone that doesn't like
crispy chicken skin is a weirdo.

No.

I like your skin.

I wanna eat your skin.

Erm. I mean. It's
just that I. Erm.

I think you have beautiful skin.

Will you just excuse
me for one minute?

(High pitched ringing)

(Alex Shrieks)

Is this it?

Only if you want it to be.

Is this what you want?

No.

You don't belong here.

We don't belong here, Jed.

What am I supposed to do?

I don't stand a chance,
he's taken everything from me.

Not everything.

I love you.

I know.

I love you too.

I know.

(Door slams)

(Panting)

(Door knocking)

Who is it?

Police. Can we have
a word please, buddy?

Mr Flack?

Hold on!

Is everything OK
in there, Mr Flack?

Hold on.

(Knocking) Could
you open up, please?

Mr Flack?

Apologies for disturbing you, we
just have a couple of questions.

Flack...

Could you open up, please?

What can I do for
you two, officers?

Mary Huggins,

aka downstairs?

What about her?

Reported missing.

Do you mind if we come in
and take a look around, sir?

Be my guest.

Ah, man of many talents, are we?

What's this then?

Oh, that?

(Laughs nervously)

That is...

That is, erm...

My rendition of

cubic

abstract

eroticism.

Very good.

What happened to your head?

I shaved it.

I got into a bit of a drunken
stupor with the work colleagues
last night,

and you know,
hence all the mess.

Boys will be boys, hey Officer?

What we got cooking then, bud?

Another Michelin special, is it?

(Radio sounds)

(Radio) Any available units
please make your way

to Geemans Lair Restaurant,
229 Market Parade.

Male suspect wanted in
connection with the murder-

-of a young women in
the ladies toilets.

Yep, received. 78. Assign us.

(Radio) Shown you assigned.
It's CAD 8127.

(Grunting)

Now, you give us a call if you
hear anything, Mr Flack. OK?

Of course.

It's gonna be OK, mate.

We'll find somewhere
new, a new flat.

Somewhere hot and wet.

(Radio) Eye witness reported
the suspect turn into
Nielsen Street,

on foot, whereby a blonde wig
and tweed suit jacket-

-were recovered.

Officers on the scene are
scanning the CCTV of
the restaurant-

-to get a better idea
of the suspect's whereabouts.

The suspect is believed
to be American.

This is CAD 8032,

requesting backup
to flat 111a Quilter House.

(Knocking)

Mr Flack?

Apologies, we just have
another couple of questions-

-if you wouldn't mind?

What is it?

Didn't you have an
American accent?

What's that now?

Where were you
between 6 and 7 this evening?

(Thumping)

(Radio) CAD 8127. Suspect last
seen boarding the Northern Line
at Camden Town.

Received.

Please! Hello?

Help!

(Footsteps approaching)

Hello! This is the
Police. Who is that?

Yes! Yes! Please.
My name is Jed Freeman.

I've been taken prisoner
and he won't let me go.

Please, he's gonna kill me,
please help me!

Don't worry, sir. The
situation is now under control.

You are no longer at risk.

Now, for both mine
and your personal safety,

I need to firstly ask
if there is anybody else-

-in the room with you?

No! No!

Well, yes. But they're
all dead, Officer!

I'm sorry to hear that, Jed.

We'll get you out
in just a second.

Now, am I going to
find anything on you-

-that would be considered
a dangerous weapon?

No! Fuck sake!

No, I'm tied up
and he's cut off my limbs!

Please help me, I am dying here!

Remain calm, Jed. I'm coming in.

(Door rattles)

It's locked, Jed.

Do you know where
I might find a key?

Check him!

Maybe it's in his
pocket. Please!

(Keys rattling)

(Keys jiggling)

(Door unlocking)

Hello?

'Ello Guv'nor.

(Jed screams)

No, no, no, please!

Lionel, I beg you, please!

You don't have to
do this! No, no, no!

Oh, God.

Come on, you don't have
to do this, Lionel.

(Jed pants)

Come on.

(Radio) CAD 8032.
Backup dispatched.

Can you give us an update?

They're coming for you.

You've murdered two
of their Officers, come on!

They're coming for you,
you're done now, please!

(Radio breaks)

It's not gonna help you, man.

(Lionel quivers)

(Gun clicks)

Thank you, Jed.

(Gun loading)

Fuck!

This is the Police! Open up!

Oh my God, oh my God,
thank God you're here.

Try to remain calm, Sir.

Tell me what happened.

He fucking kidnapped me, man!

He's a lying,
manipulative snake!

Slow down, come on, now.

It's OK.

Just tell me what happened.

It's going to be OK.

He kept me against my will.

He's killed others,
he's got them in the back room,

I can show you.

That's OK, son. You never
have to go in that room again.

Just tell me where
the man is that did this to you.

HE'S OVER THERE!

Poor, lost soul shot himself
right after he shot me.

(Gunshot)

(Lionel screams)

FUCK!

(Whimpering)

(Screaming)

Lionel?

(Lionel shrieks)

(He screams)

Lionel!

It's not gonna work.

Look at me.

Is it hard to see the world
from inside the bowl?

To be honest,

I don't know
what side of the glass I'm on.

You think you're
talking to Bermuda?

Bermuda's dead, Lionel.

I didn't wanna see you hurt,

so I got you a new one.

Hey

can we...

Can we just...

Can we just-

-sit and eat?

Please.

Please.

Jed.

I am so,

so sorry-

-L'CHAIM!

(Grunting)

(Panting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

Come on.

Fuck.

You can let me go, now.

(Distant sirens)

(Jed laughs)

(Distant sirens approaching)

(Jed laughs)